A/N thanks for your reviews and support. Thank you to whiteelfelder who found my mistake MEETING apparently did not make it into the sentence. He is not kicked out of the pack.

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Harrison's POV

Matthew flew into a rage after that and stalked off. According to his cousin Sophia the pack was in a rough spot.

Pack leader Willard Cates was dying of cancer. With each passing day the strife grew. While the eldest Cates was still kicking it wouldn't be long before he died.

Other wolves were circling for the position. Tyler Creed was favored for it. Both by the pack and by Willard himself.

Sherman cursed when his phone went off. His normally calm composure slipping. He answered and walked so that neither Harrison nor Sophia could hear.

At least until the man half yelled, "He did what?! Has Creed lost his mind?"

Tyler? Something drew him to the man. Being near him felt right.

When Sherman came back he looked exhausted. Whatever happened took his energy out of him.

Sherman said as Matthew returned, "Tyler has released Ruby. He says he found his primary mate."

Immediately Matthew became still. Concern and agitation radiated off the man. Even with his diluted bond he could feel the man's feelings. There was a lot of distrust between Tyler and Matthew.

Sherman it seemed had more faith in the younger man. Harrison wasn't sure who he should side with. A man he barely knew? Or an uncle who he just met? He had known them both for the same amount of time.

Both men seemed honest in their feelings. However Harrison didnt get as far as he did for trust without some assurance.

Sherman called it a night for them. Tomorrow he would begin his introduction into the pack.

He had to watch that night as his great-uncle and cousin left the house. Until he was an official member of the pack he couldn't go. Even Sophia had more standing than he did. She was raised by the pack.

All he was, was an outsider to them. He sighed as he leaned against the window. Nothing in the house was locked to prevent him from leaving. It was as if Matthew instinctively knew that locked door would make him uncomfortable.

His room was on the second floor at the far end of the hallway. It had one king sized bed and a window on the far wall. The window was large enough that if he opened it he could stand inside it and not hit his head.

Beside the bed there was a nightstand and a lamp. The only other thing in the room as a desk. Already he could hear Hermione berating him about not doing his school work.

Then it hit him. Was he even going to return to Hogwarts this year? Or would he stay with the pack?

Two parts of him were conflicted. He wanted to return to the first place he called home. On the other hand he wanted to stay with the pack. To learn all he could from them.

With a sigh he got up from his place by the window. He moved out of the room and then down the hall. At the top of the stairs he heard something. It sounded like muffled footsteps. He drew his wand. The pack was supposed to be at the meeting. If someone really was here they were up to no good.

Silently he made his way down the stairs. His wand was at the at ready position. There were some nasty spells in his arsenal. Ones taught to him by fake Moody. Despite trying to kill Harrison he had been the best professor they had. Even better than Remus Lupin.

He skipped the last stair as he knew it squeaked. Then turned the corner only to come face to chest with Tyler. The blond blinked at him in surprise before smirking at the sight of his wand.

Harrison asked putting his wand away, "Shouldn't you be at the meeting?"

Tyler tsked, "They kicked me of the pack meeting after they found out that I let Ruby go. Donner asked that I come and check on you."

Harrison frowned at the man. Why would his uncle want Tyler to check on him? Tyler and Matthew couldn't stand each other.

Instead of asking what was on his mind he asked, "Who is Ruby and why did you release her?"

It was something he was curious about since he heard the new. Tyler to his surprise looked away in shame. His blue eyes not meeting Harrison's green ones.

He replied in a soft whisper, "Ruby Cates is a fellow wolf. Did Sherman explain wolf hierarchy to you?"

Harrison replied his head cocking to the side, "Just that Willard Cates is the head of the pack. That Sherman and myself are the rarest kind of wolf."

Tyler sighed before he motioned for Harrison to follow him. They went into the living room. There was a sense of deja vu for the teenager.

They both sat in the chairs Tyler looking contemplative as he sat. The man had a gentleness about him.

Finally Tyler said, "The pack hierarchy is based on a couple of things. Age of change, power, and fur color. Most of us begin the change between the ages 16 and 18. There are a few more powerful wolves that begin earlier. My first change happened when I turned fifteen. My fur was a silvery grey color nearly white. The lighter your fur the more powerful the wolf. With the exception of black wolves. Brown wolves are considered the bottom of the hierarchy. While light grey wolves such as myself are considered the top. However it is the white wolves that are considered the most powerful."

Here Tyler paused. There was pain in his blue eyes. Harrison waited patiently. He knew how hard it could be to tell one's story. It was why he never spoke of his own.

Tyler continued, "White wolves are considered to be the alpha's mate. Black wolves are considered to be the true mates of the alpha. It is exceedingly rare to find one's true mate. I knew Ruby wasn't my primary mate. She knew that hers was a human, despite our laws agaisnt such things. Normally we decide our mates at young ages. Late teens early twenties. I'm nearly thirty and the one I thought was my mate continued to refuse me. The pack saw me as weak for it. Then just a few days ago I began having dreams of a black wolf. It took time for our minds to be connected but in the end they are."

The grey wolf from his dreams? Harrison wasn't sure but he could feel the truth of the statement. There was a bond that didnt come from Voldemort. It was a gentler bond and for the moment it was weak.

Harrison exclaimed his eyes wide with surprise, "I can feel it! It weak but I can feel it!"

"Can you feel this," Tyler question softly. Something brushed up against his mind cautiously.

Harrison's eyes widened impossibly further. He could feel that. Did that mean he was Tyler's mate?

He didnt want to think like that, not yet. It was still difficult for him to accept that he wasn't fully human. He didn't have a problem with werewolves having known Remus. Skinwalkers were in a class of his own. So far he had not had time to process it.

"For now I'll leave you, little wolf," sighed Tyler," Its been a long day for you. All this information needs time to process."

There wasn't time to react before the man stood and brought his forehead down to Harrison's. Magic swirled around them as he said, "May the moon look favorably down on you little wolf."

Then just like that he was gone the magic calming as he left. All Harrison could think was what the hell was that.