I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I look out the window of my bedroom. When I realise I'm shaking my leg too much I move to my bed, tying my hair up in a loose bun and sit on the edge of my fluffy comforter, my fingers curl tightly around the edges of my book.

I don't know about this Peter - James says with a whimper that I mirror out loud.

I admit as I shut the book and hug it tightly to my chest.

But then we won't see them.... - He mumbles and I nod quickly.

Levi just got out of the healing centre and was back home, he was recovering after the b-beast attacked him and was home.

A cold shiver runs down my back at the mention of the animal. I'd always been terrified of the creature even though I'd never seen it. It attack dad when he was pregnant with me and even though it sounded crazy, something in me felt as if it was attacking me too that day.

It scared me.

I shake my head to try and calm myself, my heart was beating too fast. Instead I try and think back to why I was nervous in the first place, it's cause James and I want to see the bunnies Levi showed me on his phone, in person.

But that meant leaving the pack, which was strictly off limits right now with what happened to Levi. Even though I was terrified at leaving and running into.... t-the beast, I still wanted to go because maybe I could see even just one bunny and maybe, just maybe.... bring it home.

I'm not sure why I like bunnies so much, I just always have. To me they are the greatest things in the entire world. They are fluffy and nice and they don't make any sounds to scare you and they're fluffy.... and nice.

I like nice things. I also like fluffy things and they were both so I love them.

"Peter!"

I jump in surprise, the shout making me snap out of bunny daydream. I jump again when I see Damon standing right in front of me.

"What are you deaf? I've been calling you for the past five minutes!" He shouts and I jump again. I move to the furthest corner of my bed, shaking a little as I quickly pull my legs to my chest.

I didn't like when Damon shouted at me. I didn't like when anyone shouted but I really didn't like when Damon did it.

It was louder and he made it feel like the world was shaking with his dark blue eyes that glowed and the veins in his neck that bulged.

It made me want to crawl in a hole and die.

His eyes soften after a moment and he sighs loudly, taking the time to run his hand through his long, dark blonde hair. He closes his eyes and takes a few breathes before looking at me again but this times as if I'd exhausted him.

"I'm sorry for yelling." He says and I could tell that he meant it. But he'd yell at me again soon, so I don't know if he really meant it. "Dad wants some book he loaned you back and he sent me to get it. Lazy fuck."

I frown at the curse but just crawl off my bed and make my way around the stacks of books which made my floor until I reached my desk. I picked up the book and checked for any creases and bent pages before giving it to Damon.

He takes it with a small nod before leaving my room, taking care not to hit any of my stacks down.

When we were younger, Damon would knock them all down on purpose. But then when I'd cry, he'd help me put them back up.

When we got a little bit older and he was mad at me, he'd burn them and tear them to shreds. Then I would cry for a really long time with Dad yelling at him. I'd not talk to him at all and eventually one day, I'd come back and find all the books I'd lost in the exact position they were in initially.

Damon wasn't as bad as everyone thought he was. He was nice sometimes, but just a little rough around the edges.

Peter - I blink quickly when I realise I'd been in the same spot since Damon left.

Are we still going to do this? - James asks and I could tell he was scared because I was sweating.

I say rubbing my knuckles.

The window.

I whine as I glance to my window.

It was a bad excuse because as a werewolf I could jump and be fine, James knew that. I didn't want to do it because I was afraid of heights and three stories was high enough.

Close your eyes and jump.

That's even worse!

Do it for the bunnies.

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I land on my back with a small yelp. Closing my eyes wasn't a smart move because I fell on a rocky surface.

I roll over with tears welling in my eyes. I already really wanted to go back to my room. My back hurt really bad and as I looked around, I noticed it was darker than usual.

My heart was pounding too fast, my lungs were gasping for air and I felt like I was going to faint. But I was already outside, if I went back in now I'd be mad at myself later.

So I stood up and forced myself to walk ahead even though it was scary and I was so nervous that I could hear my own hear race.

I walk for a long time since our house was so deep in pack lands. The walking made me relax and soon it felt like a stroll under the night sky.

I have to sneak around houses and patrols. Patrols were easy because I helped day make the rotations and I'd marked my scent.

Soon enough I was approaching pack boarders and my heart was beating fast again.

I was really doing this, sneaking out and breaking the pack rule.

I'd never broken a rule before.

I always do what dad asks me to because it makes him happy and dad makes me happy. He's nice and protects me, so why wouldn't I listen to him.

He always tells me how proud of me he is when I help out and do well in school, so I try extra hard to listen just for him.

But I wasn't listening now and that scared me more than being out here, alone, in the dark.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I scream,

then I start running.

I didn't know where I was going because my eyes were closed and I was running really fast. But I wasn't fast enough because a hand was on my shoulder and stopping me from making my escape.

"Peter calm down, it's me." I peak one eye open to see Damon looking down at me.

Immediately I hug him tightly and release the breath I kept caged inside. I squeeze him without permission, basically scaling him and inhale his scent, whenever I smelt my family I knew I was safe and that made me calm down even when my heart didn't want to.

"You're always on edge, I didn't even try to scare you." He grumbles but still hugs me back. He runs his hand through my hair and I close my eyes. It dawns on me for a moment that I lose another hair tie but that just added to the anxiety. "I can't even imagine what you'd do if I actually tried to scare you."

I pull away when my body stopped shaking and the tears disappeared so he wouldn't make fun of me. I looked up to my brother who folded him arms with that look on his face, the one he showed people when he thought he won something.

My heart drops at the thought of him taking me back home and telling dad I snuck out. He'd be so mad... so disappointed in me...

"Don't worry, I'm not a snitch." Damon says making my eyes snap up to meet him. He smiles at me and nods to confirm and suddenly I'm breathing again. "I knew something was up when I saw you drifting off more than usual. So tell me, why'd you sneak out?"

I look up to him and open my mouth but stop. He'd make fun of me if I told him and probably go kill the bunnies for fun, so I kept my mouth shut and hoped he'd drop it.

But this was Damon and Damon always got whatever he wanted.

"Not going to tell your big brother?" He asks and I shake my head. He licks at his teeth and smiles wickedly. "Then I guess I'll just have to call for a patrolman and tell them I saw a rogue. When they find you it won't matter that I was 'mistaken', because you would've been caught at pack boarders and dad would be so disappointed in you. Can you just imagine the look on his face when he finds out his son, his Little Peter, disobeyed him? Heartbreaking truly."

He opens his mouth to yell so I quickly cover it with my palm and tug and the end of his tang top. He raises a brow at me and though I was covering his mouth, I could tell him was smirking underneath.

"I-I wanted t-to see t-the b-bunnies." I force out reluctantly as I avoid his eyes.

I wait for laughter, loud, Damon laughter but none comes. Instead he pulls my hand from my mouth and takes my wrist, walking beyond the boarder with a speed I wasn't accustom to.

"W-What are y-you doing?" I ask trying not to fall as I stumble over my own feet.

"I'm taking my little bro to find a fucking bunny." He says without a hint of sarcasm or mockery.

I stare up at his back in shock but don't say anything, I bite my lip instead and follow behind, eternally grateful that I didn't have to do this alone.

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The minute I caught sight of grey wool, I tore my wrist from Damon's death grip and ran towards the colony not too far away. I slowed down when I got closer, not wanting to scare them off and knelt down slowly.

My own shaking hands come over my mouth to prevent myself from making a sound as I stared at them. They were like everything I imagined them to be, soft and fluffy and so undisturbed. They barely interacted with one another but that was okay because there were so many.

I take out my phone and take as many pictures as my storage would allow me. I even took a video because the only thing better than a photo of bunnies was a video of bunnies.

I look back to find Damon standing guard with his arms crossed. His eyes were trailing the area around us, glancing down when he felt me looking at him. He gives me a small smile before looking around again.

I didn't want to be out here for too long so I decided to try getting one now.

I try moving closer just a little but they immediately scamper off. I bite my lip but I try again, getting as close as possible before reaching and hand out but they run away again.

I try holding some grass for them and even offer them the treats I brought with me but they wouldn't come near me. I felt as if I was a plague.

"For someone who loves bunnies, they sure don't seem to like you." Damon says as I stand, ready to give up. "Guess you'll never get to hold one."

I look up at him and can't help the way my lips shook as I tried to keep it inside. He said the one thing I was thinking but didn't want to be true.

Maybe they hated me..

"No crying." He snaps quickly and I look away. "Peter no fucking crying."

I try to hold it back but the tears fall anyway.

"Stop crying."

I hiccup with a small sob.

"Peter." Damon groans when he sees the tears running down my face. I bite my lip to try to keep in any sounds but I was already sniffling and hiccuping. "I'm really not cut out for this sibling shit."

Damon starts walking away and I want to follow but my feet were stuck. I keep wiping at the tearing with my sweater sleeves as I raise my head to see where Damon went.

I freeze when I catch sight of Damon standing in the middle of all the bunnies who were circling him and even jumping on his feet. He dipped a hand down and cupped up a big, fat one before coming back to me.

He dumped it in my hand before dusting his hands off. I hold the bunny up with a bit of effort and smile at it. A giggle escapes me when it sticks its tongue out and licks my nose gently. Hugging it close to me before looking back up to Damon.

"H-How?"

"Animals like me." He says with a shrug. "It makes hunting really fucking annoying."

I laugh a little at that. I could imagine how frustrated Damon would be if he went out for a hunt but the animals didn't run from him, for him it was all about the chase.

"Now no more crying from you or I'll kill it." He threatens but I knew he wouldn't. He wipes my tears away with his thumbs before brushing back my hair a bit.

"Thank you." I say smiling up at him.

"You didn't stutter." He points out with a proud smile. I feel heat running up my neck so I look away. "Now let's get back home before Dad sends out a search party."

I smile as Damon takes my hand and I happily follow him back home with my new friend, holding him from under his chubby belly. I already had so many plans for us but first I'd have to feed him and get him a little bed and make him comfortable in my room.

"What are you going to name him?" Damon asks over his shoulder.

"Damon."

"That's creepy." He states with a chuckle as he glances back at me.

"Then what should I name him?" I ask with a widening smile.

"Mr. Fluff." He says and I can't help but laugh even more.

"Mr. Fluff sounds perfect."

We don't talk anymore but I don't mind because I couldn't stop smiling as I walked home hand in hand with my big brother and Mr.Fluff.

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