Peter is a Problem
Peter found him later, lounging against his porch railing like he hadn't just watched the whole thing.
"You handled that well," Peter mused.
Harry sighed, rubbing his temples. "He's impossible."
Peter smirked. "You scare him."
Harry raised a brow. "I scare him?"
Peter leaned in, voice dropping. "You threaten him, sweetheart. Because you're stronger. Because the pack chose you without hesitation. Because, no matter how much he fights it, you're one of us now."
Harry inhaled sharply.
Because Peter was right again.
And that?
That was something Harry didn't know how to handle.
Peter studied him, amusement flickering in his eyes. "So?"
Harry frowned. "So what?"
Peter smirked. "So when are you going to accept it?"
Harry scowled. "You're enjoying this."
Peter chuckled, stepping even closer. "Oh, immensely."
A pause. A moment. A choice.
And then—
Harry sighed.
Because, damn it, maybe Peter had a point.
Maybe he had always had a point.
Maybe, just maybe—
Harry was already theirs.
The Moment Harry Stops Pretending
Harry had always been good at lying to himself.
Telling himself he didn't care.
Telling himself he was fine alone.
Telling himself that the pack's protection was just convenient—not something he actually wanted.
But after Scott's little challenge, after Peter's words, after the weight of everything settled in his chest like something permanent—
He couldn't pretend anymore.
He wasn't just here.
He wasn't just protected.
He was theirs.
And, worse—
They were his.
And for the first time in his life, he let himself accept it.