Steve slowly shook his head. “It happened a lot,” he said quietly. “If I didn’t do or say what they wanted me to, they just wouldn’t let me eat for a couple of days or until I’d apologized. Sometimes, it was almost worse to do that than anything else.”
Peter shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. No one should be abused like that.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tight, angry at the thought of someone being abused simply for being themselves. “You’ll find life within the Hale pack is much less stressful.” he explained, making his way to the diner. As they parked, he looked around. “Alright, just so you are aware, you can have whatever you like, no matter the price.” he promised.
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