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Chris had been skinnier the first time Peter had seen him but already tall. Much taller than Peter, who’d been a lowly freshman at the time and hadn’t hit the famous Hale growth spurt that would later bring him almost to Chris’ height but with a stockier build. Peter hadn’t cared that Chris was skinny, he’d been too busy trying to stop his lunatic wolf from crossing the school hallway and humping the heir to the Argent’s legacy’s leg. His wolf was a psycho but even Peter could agree that he had never seen anyone more beautiful than Christopher Alexander Argent.
Peter had felt his eyes flash as they met the older teen’s cold blue stare. Peter’s normally excellent control abandoning him in the surprise of coming face to face with his mate on his first day of high school. Snapping his eyes closed he quickly turned and buried his head in his locker, cursing at his wolf to pull himself together. He focused on taking shallow breaths through his mouth, knowing that the frail hold he had on his shift would snap if he caught his mate’s scent. He silently recited the mantra all the young wolves in his family were taught to help them learn control over their wolf- alpha, beta, omega, alpha, beta, omega. His frantic heart beat has almost settled down when a hand slammed into the locker right beside where his head was buried. Peter let out a very manly squeak and turned around - only to find the hunter’s body just inches away from his. When had he crossed the hallway anyways? Peter’s wolf had been too busy rolling around ecstatically to warn Peter of the imminent threat. And, looking up, way up, into Chris’ beautiful face, Peter, felt very, very threatened. The knife that Chris was very discreetly pressing into Peter’s stomach also helped with that.
“Get yourself under control, wolf!” The hunter had hissed in a voice much too deep and gravely for a teenage boy. Peter could do nothing but pant as he was surrounded by his mate’s smell. Peter’s wolf was no help, it had gone belly up at the first sound of its mate’s voice, the useless twit. Honestly, Peter had to have the silliest wolf to ever wolf. Peter, the boy, wasn’t much better. Unable to stop himself, he began to rise up on his toes, with every intention of burying his face in the blond’s neck and tasting the rapid pulse he could see there. Fortunately this suicide mission was brought to an abrupt halt when Peter felt a familiar hand pull him away from the hunter. Still he couldn’t stop the pitiful whine that escaped him as his older sister pushed him behind her and squared off against her classmate.
“Is there a problem, Argent?” Talia Hale made an impressive sight, standing almost as tall as Chris and staring unflinchingly into the hunter’s eyes. Her beautiful face showed no emotion- one might have thought that they were just two classmates catching up after the summer break. Except for the dangerous glint in her trademark green eyes. Peter might be the bane of her existence, but absolutely no one was allowed to touch him but her. Especially not one of the infamous Argents.
Chris didn’t even blink in the face of her impressive rage. His father had taught him how to hunt werewolves when he’d been only 8. Forced him to fight and kill a crazed omega at 12. Gerard had locked Chris in the basement for 3 days when he’d cried over the dead wolf. Chris had faced scarier things than Talia Hale, and not all of them were supernatural.
Noticing that people were starting to watch them, Chris took a step back, gritting out, “Get your brother under control, Talia, or I will.” With that final threat, he stalked back to his group of friends and strode down the hall.
Talia turned to yell at her idiot brother for getting himself in trouble with the local hunter family on his first day of school. The little asshole was going to get them all killed one day. Her angry words died upon seeing the lovesick look on his young face as his eyes tracked the hunter’s retreat.
Peter snapped out of the trance once he could no longer see the blond hair through the crowd. Shaking himself, he found himself looking up into his sister’s pitying gaze. She gently pulled him into a hug, knowing that his life from that moment on would not be easy.
“A fucking hunter, Peter? Really?”
Peter ignored his wolf’s excited yip. A fucking hunter indeed.