"Do you know what to do?" Peter raised a brow.

I turned away, rolling my eyes. "I don't need dating advice from you. I don't need any advice from you. Besides, I know how to take care of a girl."

Cora raised a brow. "Really now?"

"Yes." I smiled at her.

Cora raised both her brows as she crossed her arms as I walked to the fridge.

"First, not all the girls are the same." I grabbed the ice cream from the freezer and turned to Cora. "Second, unlike you, Bree likes to cuddle when she doesn't feel well."

Cora's brows furrowed. "I do to, but you're my brother. I would never cuddle with you."

I made a face quickly. "I'd hope not." I grinned as I walked away. Peter laughed.

"Even if you weren't my brother, you're not my type."

I laughed lightly as I knocked on the door to Bree's room.

"Come in."

I slowly opened the door, peeking in. I noticed an empty bowl. "Finished your soup?"

"Mhm." Bree nodded as she sat up on her bed. Her brows furrowed. "Is that french vanilla?"

I smiled and held out the ice cream."I know it's not good for you right now, but it'll make you feel better."

Bree sniffled as she smiled. "You want to cuddle?"

I let out a small laugh. "You asked, not me."

"You sure you can? Werewolves usually don't get sick."

I smiled as I sat on her bed, placing my hand on hers. "Not all werewolves are the same." I kissed her forehead. "Besides, someone has to take care of you when you're nauseous and seeing things. Who better than me?"

Bree laughed.

I grinned. "Now, move over. I'm getting cold, and I want to cuddle."