Peter let his fingers run lightly through Lydia's hair, and shook his head. "Allison's right." He so wasn't letting her behind a wheel or out of his sight tonight. He didn't care what the Argent girl's issue was. Lydia could talk to her tomorrow.

Elijah downed his whiskey and stood. "It's not a problem. We need to go, anyway. Let everyone get some rest. It's been a hard, long night."

He moved to lean down and brush a kiss over Hayley's forehead. "Get some sleep, sweetheart. We'll check in tomorrow. Decide where we go from here with the Alpha pack, now that Scott's away from them."