Teen Wolf, but if Peter wasn't a dodgy, homicidal Alpha, and found his Luna and mate.

Peter had no control over his werewolf side and he took the life of his own niece, there wasn't much to live for now. He drew deep within his mind as his wolf, now an Alpha, ran the preserve, spotting two teenage boys.

He was brought to the surface of his mind when his wolf stopped, frozen at the sight of her. He'd never seen such a large wolf.

Chapter 1
There wasn't much sanity in his mind. Things were hazy and he wasn't even sure where he was, all he new was, it was a full moon so his wolf was going wild.

Peter Hale had spent the last six years in a comatosed state, stuck in his mind. It was enough to drive anyone mad, but he hadn't really been aware, not until recently. It had taken years for his body to heal of the burns given to him during the fire that killed most of his family despite being a werewolf, he guessed it had something to do with the overwhelming grief that seemed to consume his blank mind. There were only three of them left, as far as he knew. Derek and Laura his niece and nephew.

He was panicking. His body was well on its way to being fully healed but he still couldn't move, his wolf on the other hand, had full control. 'I need to find Derek or Laura. They can help.' It was the only rational thought he could think. The two together would be able to stop his rampaging wolf until he got control over his own body.

'Find them.'

He pushed the thought as hard as he could and through his hazy vision he could see that he'd changed direction. He was in a familiar forest. The Preserve. He know that much and could only assume that his werewolf side was taking him towards their old home. A sense of relief flushed threw him. He would find his nephew and niece and they would help him. He'd only managed to kill animals so far but he was worried he wouldn't be able to maintain enough control to keep himself in the woods.

He'd never felt so powerless and out of control. He felt like a pup all over again. He was a grown man for goodness sake, he was 34 years old, he should've been in full control. But it wasn't that simple.

When he stopped and sniffed the air, slowly making his way out from the trees and into the clearing that bore the wreckage of their once beautiful home, relief filled him.

Laura Hale, his strong and smart niece exited the fragile looking door. Here eyes were already locked on him, she'd clearly heard and smelt his approach. She had a fearce look in her eyes and as she changed they shone the red he knew they would. After Talia's death, Laura was next next in line to be Alpha, being the oldest child in the family.

She jumped off the porch and barrelled towards him canines bared. His wolf took control and met her lunge mid air, to two tumbling to the ground.

'Where's Derek? You may be Alpha, but I'm older and stronger than you Laura. You know you can't fight me alone, not yet, not while this pent up rage and energy courses through me.'

She clawed at his face dragging long nails through his skin his wolf was furious at that. They fought in a tumble of claws and teeth. She shoved him to the ground and let out a mighty roar that ended in a thick growl. It was a call for submission. Peter bowed his head in respect, but his wolf did not. With great struggle it tore its gold eyes from her red ones and snapped at her neck.

Laura jumped back and clutched her throat with a yip then a deep growl. His wolf matched her growl with a more fierce one. Laura's eyes widened in sudden fear. As werewolf ran at her she spun on her heels and took off into the woods, the wolf close on her heels.

'Where the hell is Derek!? If he doesn't show up, I could kill her! I could kill my only living niece!' The thought made Peter's head spin and his heart hurt as his wolf pounced and pinned her to the ground. They nashed their teeth at each other, the wound on her neck gone again, but the fear remaining. He swung a clawed hand at hand her but she blocked it with both of hers. Her transformation wavered as fear consumed her as the wolf's weight forced his claws to pick into the skin of her cheek as she struggled to keep them from sinking futher in.

'No! No, no-'

"NO!" Laura's eyes widened and faded to their natural colour as they met Peter's. He felt his eyes shift back to blue and he smiled. I did it, I nearly killed her, but I got control! I'm in control.

"Uncle Peter?" She questioned. He didn't look much like himself, the burns on his face though healed underneath were still present on the surface and as far as they knew he was still back in the hospital, unable to speak or move, let alone shift and run around the forest attacking people.

He leant his weight back on his knees but could move more than that. 'Great so I gain control and suddenly I can't move again!' Laura relaxed slightly in relief, but it was short lived.

Peter had gained control only briefly, and as he watched on in horror unable to stop his own body, he leant back and slashed his claws across Laura's stomach. As Laura's screams echoed endlessly inside his hollow mind, he tried to squeeze his eyes shut, to pull away, to just stop! But he couldn't, he could only watch as he tore deep shreds into her until she stopped moving and her body became cold and still.

Tears leaked from his eyes uncontrollably as his wolf howled and he felt the power fill him. He had taken her place as Alpha. He had stolen it from her like he'd stolen her life.

He screamed. As his wolf dragged the torso of his beloved niece back towards the house, to leave a message for his nephew, he screamed and screamed. No sound left his body but his mind raged and sobbed. He cried and screamed and pushed, and pushed at the invisible wall that seemed to keep him from controlling his own body, but it was no use. It had been done and he had lost the strength to try and even gain control. As his wolf gave another howl, he silently wept and prayed for it all to end.

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Cool morning air filled the young man's lungs as he jogged through the preserve next his girlfriend. It was just passed dawn and they were taking their usual morning jog. As calm music rang through his earphones, he halted. Stepped back, blanched and then vomited. The girl beside him ripped her earphone from her ear and stopped to help him.

"What's wrong?! Are you okay?" Glancing at the sight before him he quickly looked away as he heaved again. The woman followed his gaze and stepped back in horror, fumbling for her phone.

"Nine, one, one, what's your emergency?"

"There's-theres, half a, half a, b-body."