A/N: This is my attempt at Derek Hale/oc and Peter Hale/oc. Azrael (yes I know the name was taken from the angel of death) I don't even remember if I posted a teen wolf fanfic on here before. But if I haven't then this might be the first teen wolf fanfic I've attempted to write. Please enjoy!

My name is Azrael Sommers, I am a 23 year old woman, with raven black hair that goes down to my waist, tanned skin and ice blue eyes. I come from the Arctic Shadow Pack, the most powerful pack around. My mother's name is Irza Sommers, and she is recently widowed. 

It was a real sad time for us, to have lost her husband. I never really thought of him as my father, because he really wasn't. He was just a man she married because she believed she loved him. I thought it was utter bullshit because werewolves only get one mate. Unfortunately for my mother, her mate had died a year after I was born.

For a while she had blamed Issac's death on me, saying all kinds of mean things. For a while she wasn't my mother, but a stranger I happened to be living with. She was scary, and started drinking a lot, smoking a lot. She would often stare into space, and other times she'd scream about how much pain she was in.

It was the effects of one's mate dying. Once you mate, you finish the mating bond. That bond ties the two mates together forever. It is said that if someone's mate dies usually the woman would follow in death. It was unheard of, of someone surviving after their mate had died. My mother was a strong woman. And then she met Stefan O'Ryan. He was a really nice guy, but I couldn't get over the fact that the asshole tried the dominant shit on me.

Saying he was my alpha and I should obey him. I wasn't his servant, and I followed no one's rules except my own. Every time I went out with my friends, he would demand I'd tell him where I was going. 

I was a independent woman, I didn't need to report my every plan. My mother never asked me where I was going, most of the time I thought she didn't care. But that is a total lie. I knew she cared, I knew she did. My mother was going through a really tough time with Issac's death. 

Issac was everything, he was my father, he was my best friend. To have lost him because a fight had broken out between two packs... it just wasn't right.

And then about a month ago, Stefan was killed in a hit and run. Only I knew the truth about what really happened. A hunter had killed him, I know it was a hunter. I've heard of the Argent's, the very hunters who had burned down and killed every last Hale that lived in Beacon Hills.

It was a very tragic day, the very day that my mother had the bright idea to move to Beacon Hills. The very town where a whole family of werewolves were murdered in their very home. I felt their pain, and I felt as if they still owned this town. The Hale's were the ones who had founded this town Beacon Hills. It was their territory. To have them all wiped out in only a night, had to be the work of Kate Argent. 

I did my homework, I know what kind of woman Kate Argent is. She is a child molester, it's her game. She loves making boys fall for her, boys at the age of 15-16 years old. Kate didn't care that there was still humans in the Hale pack. She didn't care, all she saw was that they accociated themselves with werewolves, therefore they must be werewolves too. 

I know what goes on in that psycho bitch's mind. I also know that she completely ruined Derek Hale and Peter Hale's life. I know that Peter Hale right now resides in Beacon Hills Hospital.

He's been basically comatose for the six years since the fire happened. I felt sorry for what happened to him, and I bet right now he's trapped within his mind, torturing himself over and over again.

So here I was in Beacon Hills Hospital, the very place I never thought I'd be standing in. I walked up to the third floor, where I know he's been all this time. Made sure no one saw me, I know all about the nurse who had been attending to his needs for these six years. I know she's a hunter as well. 

I know she's been feeding Peter wolfsbane all these years. Trying to weaken him to the point he never wakes up. I stopped right at a door that said 'Room 316' beside it in bold black letters on a plaque. 

I opened the door and walked into the room, where I saw a man sitting in a wheelchair blankly staring at the wall. I walked forward moving myself so I was standing in front of him. His eyes were this beautiful stormy blue, the kind of eyes I'd see myself getting lost in. Half of his face was burnt, but I could tell that he'd spent years slowly healing himself.

With the wolfsbane that was in his system, it would make healing nearly impossible. I sniffed the air around me, smelling this really sweet scent, that was uniquely his, it smelled of coconut and chocolate. It was a weird combination, one that I knew I'd grow to love.

I kneeled in front of him, intently looking at his half burnt face. I knew the meaning of his scent, why it was so potent, and drool worthy. My mother mentioned that when I found my mate, I'd notice a scent that smelled drool worthy, a scent that I absolutely loved.

This man, Peter Hale was one of my mates. I knew that I'd have one more mate, because of how powerful I was. I wasn't like other werewolves, I had powers that most would think impossible. I placed my hand on his, watching as black veins swept up my arm, as I took away his pain. 

I should have come sooner, I should have taken away his pain sooner. But being the alpha's daughter I had certain responsibilities to my pack that I couldn't avoid. My mother even now doesn't talk to me. Not since Stefan's death.

"Peter, I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner. If I had known how much you've been suffering, I'd have come sooner. My dear mate, I need you so badly, I need you to wake up soon," I whispered to him, not wanting that unfortunate nurse to hear me and come investigate where her nose doesn't belong.

I leaned in kissing the corner of his lips, caressing his cheek with my hand. "I'll see you soon my love." 

With those words I left the room. I did something even better, I used my powers, the ones I've been talking about, with a flick of my wrist a barrier went up over the door and window. Anyone who wished harm to my darling mate, would get severely burned. Or better yet would die trying to come into this room.

This kind of barrier, not only stopped an enemy from coming into the room. It stopped hunters from coming into the room as well. By any means necessary. Even killing them to prevent entry.

I smirked evilly as I walked away. I noticed one of the nurses, I didn't know her name but I'm pretty sure she was a hunter. When she tried to enter Peter's room, she gasped as if she had been stabbed repeatedly. And before you knew it, she had fallen to the ground, dead. I rushed to her, to check if she still had a pulse. She didn't. She was truly dead. It meant she truly meant harm to my mate.

I looked at the tray that had fallen to the floor with her. I looked at the needles on them, and smelt the strong stench of wolfsbane. It was a rare form of wolfsbane. Must be the wolfsbane they've been using on him. Now that I knew the barrier worked, I didn't have to worry about anyone getting in that wished Peter harm.

With that thought I left the hospital. This was me starting over.