"I'm not tucking my tail between my legs and slinking off while a major fight is about to break out!" That's something Peter would do. He'd take the reasonable, easy way out. All these past months everyone had been pooling their resources trying to find Boyd and Erica and where had Peter been? Probably protecting his own interests as usual, namely himself.

"Derek told me what would happen if the alphas get a hold of me. You don't have to mince words just because I'm in a slightly more delicate state here." Any other pack might just absorb an omega, especially one proven to be fertile. This pack was purely made up of alphas. They'd probably just kill Stiles or keep him around for entertainment for a few months.

"Thanks, Peter. I'm really feeling the pack love here. Go team Hale." He rolls his eyes, sarcasm was his one major defense. Always had been. "Scott's not an alpha though. He never reacted to me like Derek did. Isn't there like....some way to mask my scent and status?"