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Harry woke up late into the morning. The cave was empty and it seemed they had chosen to leave him in peace. He immediately felt a difference in his wolf; it felt stronger and more in sync with him. He frowned at the strange awakening before getting up with a stretch. A distinct hunger swept over him and he licked his lips in the anticipation of food. In no time at all he was at the bottom of the hill in a field with the rest of his pack.

Not a word was spoken as a plate large enough to feed five men was set in front of him and yet Harry still managed to devour it all. The pack watched in silence as the newly full-grown wolf devoured twice his body mass in raw meat. Just as Harry was licking the plate clean a cough interrupted the strange silence. Harry looked up into the face of Antoine.

"Harry, it seems you became seventeen last night and are now officially an adult."

Harry raised his eyebrows. This was cool…so what's changed?

"How can you tell?"

"The pack woke up last night and we could instantly smell the change in you. You ate more food and slept for longer because of your wolf's slight change in speed and strength along with your magic becoming completely free and more powerful then ever."

Harry grinned. He was now an adult and stronger then ever. The thought of the following trials he would now have to endure worried him slightly. Antoine started again.

"Harry, it seems there is a complication in the nature of your wolf."

"Complication?"

"Yes, it's not uncommon, so don't be weary of it. Your wolf has a certain gene in it, which means you can only mate with one sex rather then a male or a female."

Harry blinked in confusion. "So my mate's going to definitely be female."

"Ah, no. That's where we meet the complication. You're mate is definitely going to be…um, well, male."

"…oh."

There was a rumbling laughter around the crowd that surrounded Harry and he looked up into a series of male faces. Harry's face instantly burned bright red at the lecherous leers they were giving him and he quickly looked down. Noticing Harry's discomfort Antoine stood.

"Alright, get out you boys. This isn't your business so stop trying to jump the poor thing." Antoine quickly shooed them away until just Sara and Agrost were left. Antoine turned back to Harry.

"Harry, you are a submissive male and as such you have an instant attraction to any male wolves in the pack and most likely wizards too."

"Wait, so, they're all trying to be my…mate?" Harry croaked out and Sara quickly grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze for support.

"Er…yes. But you can stop it."

"How?"

"By settling down with a mate and bonding."

"Oh." Harry looked down crestfallen, this will be difficult.

"There's one last thing. Most submissives have a true mate, so there is a likelihood that your true mate is somewhere around. You will be instantly drawn to him by his scent, so if you're lucky you can find him quickly."

"What if I don't have a true mate? How can you tell?"

"It's difficult. If you can't find your true mate you generally settle down with someone else, it's a risk we have to take."

Harry nodded solemnly.

"I think I'll go for a walk."

"Ah, Harry. I wouldn't advise that. Someone may…be um, attracted to you."

Harry stared horrified at the thought that someone from his pack might rape him.

"I'll go with him." Agrost stepped up and moved to Harry. Harry tensed at the other male.

"Harry, you're my brother so don't worry, I'm not going to jump you. Anyway I already know my mate's going to be a woman."

"Oh…Ok then." The two set off down into the forest with Agrost growling at any males who tried to follow.

They walked down the straight path for thirty minutes, a word never passing between the two. When Harry stopped mid step Agrost stopped to see what was the matter. Harry stood, stone still, staring through the bushes on the right.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Agrost was ignored as Harry took a step towards the bushes and pulled a branch out of the way.

"Harry-"

"Shh." Agrost quickly shut up and tiptoed over to where his brother was staring. Looking through the bushes he saw…nothing. Looking at his brother he saw the boy staring intently through the bushes to the other side where a small gap in the trees stood. Tall grass covered what ever was there and Agrost sniffed, looking for the scent of an animal. Instead, there was nothing. Agrost jumped when Harry gasped, eyes wide at a corner of the clearing before the boy jumped back a few paces and fell over.

"Harry, what the hell-" The boy jumped up again and covered his brother mouth.

"Be quiet. Can we go back now?" Agrost nodded slightly and Harry quickly turned setting off at a fast pace.

"Oh, God. Oh, Merlin. Oh, Bloody Hell. Oh, No." Harry's inner mind repeated itself over and over as he rushed through the trees. He had smelt the scent that everyone was so enthusiastic about; the one that told him who his mate was. The thought of having a bound mate scared him. It didn't sound like real love, merely an arranged marriage but from the stories he had heard and the mates around him, he knew it was a stupid fear. Anyway, a bound mate would protect him from the other males in the pack. Harry stopped to catch his breath and wait for his brother to catch up.

He had gone for a walk to let his mind go over the fact he was destined for a guy and to be a submissive at that. Harry had not really thought about his sexuality. He couldn't deny there was even more fear from the realisation he was stuck being gay and being the woman in the relationship. NO! He couldn't think like that. There was no way Harry was just going to let some guy take control of him and have his way.

When Harry recognised the scent he just had to see who it was coming from. He had stared through the bushes, looking for his mate and scanning the area. He couldn't see anything at first, the grass being too long but he followed the smell and found where his mate was hiding. The man was crouched low in the grass, eyes through the forest as they searched for prey; clearly in the middle of hunting. Harry looked at the eyes of his mate. Silver eyes. They were narrowed as they searched the woods and matching silver hair ran down his back. Harry knew who his mate was and all he could think about was why is life was so bloody complicated.

He fell back in shock. The idea of Fenrir Greyback and Harry Potter, a match made in heaven, made Harry laugh. The alpha would never accept him. Even if the man wasn't handing him over to Voldemort it didn't mean that the alpha would take Harry as his mate; that would give him high ranking. The man might not even be gay! Oh, no wait he had to be. Mates were recognised on both sides so Fenrir should already be able to sense his mate; but then how come he hadn't already come to Harry? Unless of course Fenrir really didn't want to mate with the boy-who-lived. Harry felt sick at the thought and his heart clenched in pain. He ran again. This time ignoring Agrost's cries to wait and left his brother behind. Harry ran far into the forest, not sure where he was going or when he was going to stop. He just had to get away.

Fenrir had gotten out of the cave as quickly as he could in the morning. He had gotten barely any sleep, constantly aware that his mate was further down the cave and his mind filled with doubts as to whether his mate would accept him. He decided to take his mind off things by hunting. Within two hours Fenrir had already killed enough meat for the pack to last three days. He lay still and low in the bushes as he watched a doe far off in the woods. That was when he smelt it. He tensed, withholding himself from searching for his mate. He knew the boy was nearby but he didn't know where. He heard a light gasp from his left and resisted the urge to look, to see if his mate- Harry- would come to him now that the boy knew who his mate was. There were voices but he could barely make them out; his mate was clearly not alone. Then there was the sound of footsteps running from the area. Fenrir felt his heart sink as he realised Harry was running away from him. When the sounds had finally died out Fenrir wasted no time taking his anger out on the doe, tearing it's neck out and ripping her flesh.

Fenrir arrived back at camp carrying several carcasses behind him, tied together with rope. He looked around the clearing and noticed the disarray of his pack.

"Antoine, what's happened?" He asked the elderly wolf nearby.

"My Alpha. Young Harry reached his maturity last night. We told him this morning that he was a submissive but I don't think he took it too well. He and Agrost left for a walk earlier but the boy ran off. When Agrost came back alone many males of the pack noticed and left to claim Harry as their own."

Fenrir dropped the dead animals in a heap on the floor. He glanced around the pack to see that indeed most of the males weren't there and then he took off. He was panicking, his wolf howling, his heart thudding. If someone else were to…He didn't even want to think about it. Harry was his mate. Even if the boy didn't accept him, Fenrir could think of no one else that could take their place next to the Alpha. Harry was strong, able to fight and magically powerful. His character was full of determination and leadership. Harry would easily be able to fill the role of alpha when Fnerir wasn;t there. He would make a great leader to the pack.

Fenrir pushed forward with his won determination to not lose his mate. In no time at all he had found the scent of his mate and was already racing through the trees.

He stopped abruptly at the sight of the boy curled up in a tree. He would have missed him if the scent hadn't been so strong. Harry was on one of the highest branched, his back leaning against the trunk and his feet dangling on ever side of the branch. His eyes were closed and expression blank. Fenrir crept over to his sleeping mate, hoping not to startle him or else he fall out of the tree.

Fenrir hadn't made it one step before Harry's eyes snapped open and he looked down at Fenrir. Not asleep then. They looked at each other for a while, not really sure of what to say. Fenrir decided to confront the problem and began climbing tree so he was on the branch next to Harry. Harry's eyes never left the alpha, entranced by the strong leaps and the climb that Fenrir did as he ascended up the tree. Soon he had a clear view of the silver eyes.

"You are my mate."

"Yes…I know." Harry hesitantly said, never leaving Fenrir's eyes.

"You- You…don't accept me." Harry flinched at the angry look in his alpha's eyes. There was a creak as Fenrir pulled the bark off the branch he was sitting on, the man's fist ready to snap the branch in anger as he clenched the bark. Harry thought about what the alpha had just said; he frowned, that was wrong.

"No, you didn't accept me." Harry said accusingly.

"Look, pup, you're the one who ran. When you found me in the forest you ran away!" Fenrir's voice had started to rise and the man had his teeth clenched in anger. In retaliation Harry's own anger rose.

"No, you're the one who didn't come to me. You just- just left in the morning even though you knew you were my mate and didn't say a word. You should have been there when they told me what had happened. You should have been there instead of leaving me to all those lecherous men of the pack!"

Fenrir shut his mouth. Wait, what? Oh…so the pup thought Fenrir had abandoned him. It was funny how they could get mixed up so easily. This boy, Harry, his mate, would no doubt be very different from any relationships the alpha had been in previously. Fenrir had almost given up hope on finding a mate and had searched for others, but none were right. Why was mating so difficult? He grinned at Harry.

"So you accept me then?" Fenrir asked suddenly acting like a five year-old, which looked…odd on the fully grown alpha.

"YES! Of course I do you prat." Harry covered his mouth as the word spilled out and looked in fear at his alpha. Insults weren't tolerated.

Fenrir softly grabbed Harry's hand and pulled it away. "I'm not going to hurt you Harry. You're my mate and you stand equally to me now." Harry smiled and leaned over giving a peck on Fenrir's cheek. He then dropped straight down from where he was on the tree, causing Fenrir to gasp as his mate fell and try and grab him.

Harry looked up at the alpha who was now struggling to hold on to the branches as he too nearly followed Harry to the floor. Harry smirked at the sight of the unbalanced alpha. "We should get back to the pack. There probably wondering where I am."

Fenrir recovered from his heart stopping and smiled, something rare to be found on his face. He followed Harry out of the forest after leaping down.