laraF's nest

fullmoon_ficlet

Raindrops crawled down their way on his face. Even the sudden rainstorm couldn’t wash out the smell of burning flesh, of the ashes of his past from his oversensitive nose.

His throat ached from the ghosts of hoarse shouting. His ears were ringing. Talia’s howl reverberated through his veins; pulsing desperately like a dying man’s heart.

Sometimes the world seemed cruel.

Sometimes he felt like he never woke up.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from his new home.

He didn’t even notice the slight tremors ruining his posture. Somewhere in the background their True Alpha was half-heartedly bickering with Derek again. He gripped a nearby tree. How could his nephew live together with the crushing weight of guilt? Of being responsible?

“Peter?” a sweet voice shot through the bitter fog of pain clouding his mind. Hazel eyes looked up at him knowingly. The meaning of his life.

“Welcome home.”

The End