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Werewolves weren't supposed to be able to do magic, and while I knew why my mother was an exception and why I was, Peter's family were werewolves through and through.
"How the hell did you do that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Peter looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a strange, almost predatory light.
"I'm more like you than you think," he said. "Enough for you to calm down a bit?"
I swallowed and nodded. When the waiter came back with our food, I tore into it. I didn't have anything to say.
"I'm offering a bit of help. Guidance even."
I scoffed. "I'm really not interested in another older brother figure at my age. Tony's enough of a problem."
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