This was the third year since... he'd been alone. Somehow, it's Christmas Eve again, and Peter Hale is at his door, glaring irritatedly at the peephole.
“I can hear you standing there, you know.” Peter huffed out, folding his arms over his chest.
Peter won't let Chris spend another Christmas by himself in his misery.
- Part 1 of Merry Misery
“Hey there, Sourwolf.” Stiles spoke softly, eyes shining with mischief. “Thought you and Uncle Growly could use some Christmas cheer.”
Derek could smell the wolfsbane through the tiny cork stopper.
Derek and Peter drink and talk about maybe changing their miserable holiday tradition of sitting alone together with pizza and alcohol and misery.
- Part 2 of Merry Misery