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Werewolves of New York (part two)

Part two of Bryce and Neal being werewolves!I really like writing this story so I might do more parts, or make a story out of it outside of this one-shot, not sure yet.

Peter found out about Bryce a few months after the two brothers had reunited.

During that time, Bryce had come back to the land of the living and he'd left the CIA to work with his friend Chuck in Burbank.

Neal had accepted the job offer the FBI had given him as a paid consultant.

When Neal came home from work one evening he found his brother playing chess with Mozzie.

"Bryce, what are you doing here?" he asked, stopping in the doorway.

His twin looked up and smiled. "I came to visit."

"I will leave you two to it." Mozzie said after taking a new bottle of wine from Neal's cabinet. "I have matters to attend to elsewhere."

He left, the door closing behind him.

"It's a full tonight." Bryce stated.

Neal narrowed his eyed. "I noticed." He replied. "I can't leave the city."

"We don't have to. Just thought we could spend it together." Bryce shrugged. "The wolf is less restless with pack."

"Fine." Neal agreed only because his brother was right. Since he found out his brother was alive, the wolf in him had been agitated and longed to be reunited with its pack.

"Where do you usually go?"

"Usually I just stay here, curled up under the bed. But we can go to Central Park tonight. Mozzie said that it's closed for the most part on the night of a full."

Bryce nodded. "Sounds good."

*

Later that evening, when the moon was high in the sky, the two brothers walked through Central Park.

True to Mozzie's words, it was completely deserted.

The brothers grinned at each other before shifting into their wolf forms.

Bryce pounced on his brother and they rolled through the grass, playfighting. 

Neal tackled his brother, pinning him to the ground. He let out a bark before Bryce jumped and switched their roles.

Neal could see the twinkling in his eyes and even though his emotions were different in his wolf form, he was having fun. He'd missed this, running around with his pack.

After a few hours of running around, the two wolves let themselves fall down on the grass.

Bryce started sniffing the moss and snuffling at a tree when Neal raised his head.

Something was wrong. It was as if an alarm went off in his head. He knew what that meant. His pack was in danger. Only Bryce was right in front of him. He shook his head and let out a growl, catching Bryce's attention. Then he took off.

His paws pounded against the grass, he didn't know where he was going. He was following his instincts.

Behind him another pair of paws followed.

It didn't take long before he caught a familiar scent. Anger filled his body when he realised it was laced with the scent of fear. A growl left his chest as he fastened his pace.

"You don't want to do this." Peter's voice was firm but laced with fear.

The scream and thud of a body that followed made Neal see red. He was aware of Bryce behind him, knew his brother would follow his lead.