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‘And Selene looked down on her children, on Lycaon and his sons, and gave them the protection of the moon. And on the full moon the wolves of Lycaon howl their thanks to the Moon.”
He wasn’t really sure why that passage resonated with him so much. And it wasn’t as if he could ask Peter, who had his head buried in what he assumed were files for the court case he was working on. And who didn’t seem to be care much if anything about what he was ‘leaning’ which really wasn’t much in the way of teaching Histories or Law as far as he was concerned.
Though that said he seemed to absorbing law by osmosis even if it wasn’t the kind of laws he expected to be learning.
“What’s caught your attention?” That he started at Peter’s words and snort Peter's of amusement at his reaction wasn’t exactly pleasing in fact it was heading right down the road to being extremely annoying.
“This passage, it rung true for some reason.” Shrugging he turned the book round, so Peter could see. The book it’s self was a copy of something ancient from the Hale Library. Though where that was he didn’t have a clue and Peter wasn’t saying, which was something else he had added to the Annoying List.
“Ah, … you may have spent too much time around us. The legend of our creation isn’t so much of a legend… tea, coffee?”
The non sequitur was enough to drag his mind back, from where it was beginning to spiral, which was probably the point. Though, when Peter had worked out how his mind worked was not something he was really interested in thinking about, or that was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
“Coffee? I can probably get away with one more today.”
Peter handed the coffee over as he sat next to him.
“Selene is goddess of the moon in Greek mythology, she is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia. Lycaon was a Greek king who managed to piss Zeus off somehow or other which ended up with him being turned into a wolf as a result. Selene couldn’t entirely correct Zeus’ magic, but she was able to help Lycaon with his humanity. And werewolves are the result, apparently.”
That was probably the most Peter had said to him since he had begun teaching the ‘Histories and Law’. Though that said, Peter had been able to pull things from his extra memories with a few words. So, he was learning that way kind of.
“There are several packs the Hales included that can trace their family back to someone who claimed to be one of Lycaon’s sons. But given he had fifty you might need a large pinch of salt for that. There are records of Selene running with a pack on a full moon, most often at times when great change was coming. Though the timing of that change was always up for debate. Selene’s sense of time no way matches ours.”
There was something about Peter at that moment that had him wanting to hug the stuffing out of him. But knowing Peter all that would get him was a handful of claws, so he refrained.
“When did she run for the Hale pack?”
The guess had been an educated one, but one that seemed to hit the mark from the look in Pete’s eyes as they met his.
“We don't really know, the Hale's had been around long before we popped up in Beacon Hills. Our grandparents stopped looking for the signs and so neither my parents, nor Talia did. The warning just didn’t make sense in current times. Selene doesn’t age, so her words probably didn’t even make sense when they were first spoken.”
He was surprised that there was no bitterness there. It was as though Peter understood his sister not heeding the warning, in truth there was only the gentle affection that the memory of his sister seemed to being these days.
There was also a gentle laugh in the air, one so old that it drew the kind of pain that could only become pleasure as it seemed to brush across this skin. The joy of the laughter bringing tears to his eyes. And an amused huff from Peter.
He really was going to put something nasty in that man’s tea at this rate.
“It seems that you have some very interesting Beings interested in you. You’re never going to be boring, Stiles.”