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He’d known that the vale thinned on All Hallows for years. As a child, it helped to deal with the grief knowing that he could spend an hour or so with his mom even if it was only once a year.
As he’d grown he’d become more aware of Samhain, the holiday becoming part of his life together with Yule. A couple of research spirals, one that included several books that he’d managed to liberate from the Hales without them noticing, or at least he thought so at the time. Had more or less walked him through the various holidays and practices.
Really, only Samhain and Yule had rung true with him, though he did observe the Summer Solstice these days for the balance more than anything else. Samhain was his personal day, the Solstices were for thanks and blessing for his gifts and the gifts he could give others.
Falling backwards into a wolf pack hadn’t been something he had expected or wanted, he was certain someone was laughing at him somewhere. In truth, he was too dark and attracted the dark too much for him to be a safe addition to any pack that walked in the light.
Not that could be truthfully said about the Hales.
Pulling Peter out from under, his rampage had all but wiped him out. The only thing that had stopped him from fading had been his connection to his Dad. And boy had that got him a talking to and a lot of training that at the time he really hadn’t wanted. But on the other hand, an Alpha werewolf bent on revenge and not in his right mind wasn’t something that anyone had needed.
A not quite pack bond to Peter was also something else he could have done without though.
Mind you it had stopped him being possessed so there were so plus points, if not many. He really couldn’t stand the fucker. The rest of the pack weren’t that bad, but really being an Emissary hadn’t been in his plans.
GWU and the FBI had been the plan, before returning to home, to shake up the county police and eventually take his Dad’s job so that his Dad could enjoy retirement and grow old gracefully or disgracefully if he wanted. There might have been a wife, partner, husband, all the above kind of in the plan. Maybe even a couple of kids.
Instead, he was stuck in an abandoned warehouse trying to mediate a peace between the Argents and the Hales. Talk about a rock and a hard place. He was getting to the point of bringing hell and fury down on them all, setting the place on fire and walking away. The fact that his Dad would not be amused at having to clean up that mess was all that was stalling his hand.
That Victoria Argent had called for a break in the middle of the meeting was not a good sign, the Hales had long memories, and he knew his pack’s history. And to refuse would show a lack of good faith, not that there had been much in the first place.
The sound of guns cocking as the Argent clan walked out the door shouldn’t have been amusing, as it was.
The good thing about his Dad being in the know was that several people were about to get arrested and thrown in a deep, dark hole. Bringing C4 to treaty talks was a very bad show.
And that smirk of Peter’s shouldn’t affect him the way it did, fucker.