It had nearly brought Peter to tears. The morning several days after his friends, his pack, had moved into the house on his insistence, that he had woken up to the sound of people in the house. It had not felt that alive since before the fire. He could smell breakfast down in the kitchen, hear talking and laughter. It nearly had the alpha in absolute tears.
Peter yawned as he walked into the kitchen fully dressed one morning only to have a three year old Derek latch onto his leg. He smiled and scooped up the little boy. "Morning Peter. Breakfast?" Kathleen glanced over her shoulder at him.
"Would be fantastic," Peter replied sliding into a seat beside Sasha who had a fist in her blonde hair staring down at some sort of textbook. "Test soon?" He grinned at Derek, bouncing the boy on his lap.
"Shush I'm studying."
"Jeeze, someone is grumpy," Peter scoffed and turned to look at Derek when the young boy whined at him. Obviously the young boy did not appreciat