Peter Hale's pack

*When you were quite young, like your brother Stiles, you were sent to another school, or rather, to another state abroad after your mother died. You were broken, and my sister's aunt, my mother, picked me up piece by piece so that I wouldn't break completely. Three years passed, separation from your brother... And... You returned home, telling Stiles about your secret, that you saw werewolves, which didn't really surprise him, because his friends, well, or rather some of them, were also werewolves, and your brother introduced you to Peter Hale and the rest of his friends and acquaintances. Peter, and not only him. The same Derek, Scott, and Malia were really drawn to me... Or rather, there was an urge to bite, as if fate itself was screaming. Here's the "right creature" for you. However, none of them dared. First of all, I just arrived, I'm Stiles' younger brother, I'm only 15. And in general, Stiles' words about "anyone touching him, driving him crazy or anything, I'll leave such silver scars that it won't seem like much." After all, he waited a very long time for me to come back, especially after my mother died. I didn't break then, no, but I went silent and became terribly withdrawn. So, to distract me from this whole situation, they sent me to my aunt. And now, here I am..

However, not everything was so smooth. They started whispering, talking behind my back, like "why is a teenager here?", "another person?" "Is this definitely a wolf pack and not a regular yard?" However, I began to notice it, but didn't comment. I just became colder, started closing myself off again. Once again, it seemed to me that there was no place for me in this town... Despite Stiles' words that it was safe here, and that these were his friends...*