Peter Hale (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sassiopath) wrote2017-03-12 09:29 pm
sassiopath) wrote2017-03-12 09:29 pm
Getting away - for Piper
Peter's life was lived by moons. His place in his family's life meant that no matter what else he did, he had to be home by the night before the full moon and was free again two days after. His sister would prefer he be there more often but he was trying to find his own life, no matter if Talia felt his life should be hers.
Which was why, come the morning after the full moon, earlier than usual, he wheeled his bike out of the garage and was down the lane before his sister caught on to what the noise was.
He took off up the coast, trying not to think about how hard the night had been, how hard it was dealing with being the alpha's brother and how much it meant his life truly wasn't his own but was hers.
The further he got from Beacon Hills though, the better things got in his head. Getting out of the mindset of being beta and just being Peter Hale.
He rode into San Francisco late in the evening and it was neon lights that caught his attention. Figuring he'd find a room later, he secured his bike and headed into the bar. Tight jeans, a leather jacket, not caring that his hair was a bit windswept as he headed to the bar to order a drink.
Which was why, come the morning after the full moon, earlier than usual, he wheeled his bike out of the garage and was down the lane before his sister caught on to what the noise was.
He took off up the coast, trying not to think about how hard the night had been, how hard it was dealing with being the alpha's brother and how much it meant his life truly wasn't his own but was hers.
The further he got from Beacon Hills though, the better things got in his head. Getting out of the mindset of being beta and just being Peter Hale.
He rode into San Francisco late in the evening and it was neon lights that caught his attention. Figuring he'd find a room later, he secured his bike and headed into the bar. Tight jeans, a leather jacket, not caring that his hair was a bit windswept as he headed to the bar to order a drink.