"Peter Hale is the cruelest werewolf I've met. His sister, Talia, once kept peace with us hunters, and the town was safe. Between him and Kate, our own failure, they destabilized everything."

If she tries to argue for his life she might lose the Argents. She would really prefer he just go and die and stop being her problem, but something still bothers her in the back of her mind about just saying, 'Then by all means, please go and kill him.'

"How cruel are we talking? I know his modus operandi is 'mind control people around him when it's convenient,' but is there anything else we need to look out for?"

"I don't think it's just convenience, it's- he's about power and pain, he's a sadist, and not the harmless kind."

"Rather like Kate that way. He wants to hurt others to prove himself, and it's hard to stop people like that from being dangerous."

"Right." She glances between Stiles, Allison, and Mrs. Argent, and raises her eyebrows slightly. She doesn't say Can we make him go away, but she thinks it very loudly.

"We should go inside, so we can-"

"Well, well, well, look at this."

A man steps onto the porch.

A familiar face steps out behind him, vaguely glaring at the scenery.

"Hello," says Yvette, and the eerie calm's back. "Hey, Derek, you all right?"

"I'm fine. What do you need me to do so you'll leave us alone."

"You? Well, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't start a war with the Argents, but besides that, not very much. Him, though?" She points at Peter. "Why, I need him to stop playing puppeteer with people."

The last word comes out in a snarl.

Oh, she thinks. That wasn't calm at all. It was rage. Huh.

"He'll stop. He's human now. I want the Argents to not try to get revenge for Kate, and to be allowed to build my own pack. Those are the terms."

"Derek, let's not insist on pretending you can ever be an alpha like your sister. Don't embarrass the family in front of this young lady. I'm afraid I don't recognize you, though you're certainly not Ms. Martin."

"I'm certainly not," she agrees, sugary sweet. She doesn't actually remember being this angry in her entire life, but for some reason she sounds so pleasant and personable. "Yvette Lane. I'm a bit new around here. I don't know, those terms sounded like an excellent start at peace terms to me, I don't feel like he was embarrassing anyone at all."

"Stilinski, I hope you've been doing well. Did you know Lydia never once thought about you? She was too distracted trying to keep me entertained."

"We're just here to make sure you don't kill anyone for the thrill of it again."

"And let me say, you are not filling me with warm fuzzy feelings about how you're reformed and don't want to hurt anyone now."

"Of course I'm not reformed."

"How reassuring. Then I suppose there's not much reason to agree to a treaty, since you'll just kill us in our sleep."

"He's human now! He's not a threat, and your husband will never forgive this, even if he can forgive you killing his father."

"Derek, you can have your pack if you can keep Peter under control. That's all. The Argents and the Hales can go back to quietly leaving each other alone."

"I'm not really convinced that being human means not being a threat. Listen, Derek, do you like your uncle?"

"Derek-"

"You don't get the talking stick!"

"He's family. I'm not losing any more family."