Prompt

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You glared at Peter through the door. He sighed and cocked his head while waiting for you to let him in. "I said I was sorry." He said, dangerously calm.

"You bit him!" You almost squealed and Peter groaned.

"In my defence he's utterly irritating." Peter said as he strolled up the porch and leant against the door.

"So you bit him! Stiles was flopping about like you tore the arm off! We're lucky you aren't an alpha." You glared at him until his eyes flashed.

"If you don't open that door on the count of three, I will start huffing and puffing." Peter warned.

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