He’d told Lydia that the underworld wasn’t Hell, but with a hundred curved barbs digging into his skin, it sure felt like it.
Groaning, Peter twisted to look at the people – things – whatever – that had captured him. The man dragging him along the rocky ground was massive. Legs like tree trunks and a back covered in spiky, black fur. He wore some kind of leather harness and a horned helmet. It was possible he had a snout as well. Taken down by an overgrown, upright pig. Outstanding. Thank goodness there was nobody around to see.
Thank goodness Lydia hadn’t been closer to him when they’d come. He closed his eyes, breathing against the pain and keeping his wolf contained even though it wanted to rise. Fighting now might get him free but it wouldn’t get him home. It would be better to play hurt and hope they underestimated him. Then he could get back to Lydia.
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Broken Kiss (a Teen Wolf story)
FanfictionBroken Kiss - a Lydia Martin-Peter Hale story. Peter Hale was mad with the need for vengeance when he tore into Lydia Martin, awakening her latent banshee abilities. He was desperate when he used the power of his bite to force her to resurrect him...
