Helena stormed off, leaving Boyd behind, but her thoughts were racing. She couldn’t shake the image of Peter’s glowing eyes. It wasn’t natural—it couldn’t be. Peter had never been the brave type, always hanging in the background while others took the lead. Yet, today, something was different. She had seen it in his eyes. The way they flickered with an unnatural light, just like Max’s had when he first discovered his powers. But Max was dead. Wasn’t he? She replayed the last moments before my death in her mind. They had all been there, watching as my body was consumed by the flames. The demons were gone, but so was I. The ashes had scattered, leaving nothing behind but memories. Yet now, here was Peter, a boy who had never shown any sign of power, suddenly brimming with strength and, more troubling, with glowing eyes. Helena shook her head as she made her way to the library. She needed answers, but first she needed to clear her head. Boyd could think she was crazy all he wanted, but

"Good afternoon, mom." Peter said codly, entering his room. He dropped his bagpack on the floor and sat down on the bed clutching his head in his two hands. "What is going on with me?" He said it with a frightened face. He got up and walked towards the mirror right in front of him. Peter was perplexed. He was looking at a well-developed muscle and abbs. As Peter stood before the mirror, he couldn't help but examine every inch of his physique. His eyes scanned his reflection, taking in all the details. His face was chiseled, with sharp jawlines and prominent cheekbones. His eyes, a deep shade of blue, seemed to hold a hint of sadness despite his rugged appearance.His dark brown and messy hair framed his face perfectly.His shoulders, broad and muscular, sloped down to his arms, which were toned and strong.His chest, well-defined and sculpted, showcased his pectoral muscles. His abs, a perfect six-pack, rippled beneath his skin.His arms, powerful and muscular, seemed capable of li

Emma turned and looked at Peter's face. "I think this is for you again." Peter turned and saw it was Kluas at the door. He became calm and walked towards the door. Mrs. Whitmore saw Kluas and smiled. "I guess you are a friend of my son. Come in," she said without waiting for Peter to invite him. Kluas walked in, looking around. He wanted to know the connection I had with Peter and why I chose him. " Hmm." He let out a sound slightly, and Peter titled his head in his direction. "What is it? Are you here to tell me what I need to know, or are you just dripping by? Besides, I don't think we are close enough for you to come knocking at my door." Peter said, taking a seat right in front of him. " Water?" Emma asked, staring at Kluas, and he nodded. "Be nice. Remember you need answers, and he might be your king shot at it." Emma looked at Peter before he walked away. Klaus smiled mischievously, knowing Peter wasn't sure of what was going on. "Well, let's just say I am here to help you r

Boyd looked around the vicinity, trying to see if there was anything he could make do with. Know the reason why Klaus was here on earth. He noticed the mansion had a lot of room in it. He entered the room and noticed it was empty. "What is going on here?" He mutters, seeing the room was neat and without furniture.Boyd's heart thud again hearing feint whispers. He hid behind the door, trying to see where the voices were coming from, but nothing. He peeped again and still couldn't see Kluas."Where the hell is he?" Boyd said, gently tiptoeing towards the other room. He walked in, and on the wall he saw tier pictures one after the other. Mine was on top, and he wondered why it wasn't that of Derek. They all knew Derek was the leader, but I was like an anchor for them all. Boyd looked at the pictures but still didn't understand what the pictures were all about. He heard a sound and quickly hid again. This time, the door opened, and Kluas walked in. Immediately he walked in, the setting

"Where am I?" Peter asked himself, trying to know where he was. He looked at his front and suddenly saw a car crash. " Help! somebody help!" Peter shouted, looking around. The truck that hit the car stopped and walked out, coming towards the car wreck. "No, what are you doing?" Peter shouted, seeing a gun with him. "That was a long time ago before I grew into this." Peter heard a voice behind him, and he turned to see it was me." Max? What are you doing here?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed. "What am I doing here? Don't tell me you haven't noticed the bond between us. I know all there is to know about you with the little time I spend with your family." I replied, following his gaze. I knew Peter was eager to see what the man was going to do to my family. " Really? So, what have you learned about me?" Peter asked, eager to hear what I have to say. "I think what you should be asking me now is how did you get here and what are you here." "Since we have all the time in the wo