She traced the silver engraving on a pendant, the same symbol she had seen in her father’s office. The realization was a slow-motion car crash in her mind. Her family didn't just hunt animals. They hunted the things she was starting to see in the periphery of her life. They hunted things like Scott. The Midnight Pact
Peter Hale watched from the treeline as Scott walked away from the field, the co-captain's jersey abandoned on the bench. The game had changed. It wasn't about lacrosse anymore; it was about survival. And in Beacon Hills, the only thing more dangerous than a lone wolf is the one who realizes he's being hunted by the people he loves. [S1E10] Co-Captain
Scott didn't need to turn around to know it was Peter Hale. He could smell him—burnt ozone and expensive cologne. Peter stepped into the light, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intelligence that made Scott’s skin crawl. She traced the silver engraving on a pendant,
Peter laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "Being the Alpha isn't just about the power, Scott. It’s about the burden. You’re starting to feel it, aren't you? The responsibility of leading a pack you don't even want." He gestured to the field. "You and Jackson. Co-captains. It’s a perfect metaphor for the war inside you." Jackson’s Desperation They hunted the things she was starting to