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.

APridefulSin: thanks for your review my friend. Hahahaha. Yeah the bunnies are everywhere.

WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review my friend. I fixed that typo. They kicked me out of the meeting after the pack meeting found out that I let Ruby go. Donner asked that I come and check on you.

DarkRavie: thanks for your review my friend.

Harrison's POV

In the end he fell asleep on the couch waiting for his uncle to return. When he woke in the next morning a throw blanket was thrown over him. It smelled of an early autumn breeze.

Rubbing a hand over his face he sat up. The world was blurry and his glasses were on the coffee table next to him.

The scents of the room told him that it was just him and Matthew in the house. Harrison knew that Sophia worked at the local diner. She must have a shift that morning.

A heavier scent of bacon made his stomach growl. He had not eaten in three days. A fact he failed to mention to Matthew. He would have to be careful with how much he ate until he was used to eating again.

Standing he folded the blanket and laid it on the back of the couch. Quietly he made his way into the kitchen.

Matthew's back was to him as he stood in front of the stove. He was wearing a sherriff's uniform and looked like he was about to go to work. The smells of the bacon made his rumble again.

Matthew chuckled warmly, "You must be hungry. I didn't think to feed you last night with the pack meeting happening. Sorry."

Harrison replied sheepishly, "Its fine."

The look he was given said that it wasn't fine. Still he sat at the table when Matthew indicated him to. A plate was put in front of him and another across from him.

Matthew sat down and began to eat. It was only then that Harrison began to eat. Habits were not so easily forgotten.

Slowly so not to make himself sick he began to eat. The bacon was cooked to perfection. The eggs were scrambled and topped lightly with cheese.

There was toast on the plate but by the time he finished his bacon and eggs he was full. The greasiness of the bacon made his stomach churn slightly. It made him realize that he should have gone for the toast instead.

Matthew's head snapped up as if he sensed Harrison's discomfort. His gaze pierced the younger's. A low growl escaped Matthew.

Harrison watched in fear and fascination as Matthew's eyes flashed amber before returning to their normal green. It was like Remus before the full moon.

Matthew inquired coldly, "When was the last time you ate, Harrison? Did your aunt and uncle feed you at all?"

"How?"

"Your mind is opening to the pack," came the low answer, "Right now its mostly feelings. There is the occasional words."

There was a flare up within the very thin bond that tied him to the pack. Harrison watched as Matthew's head snapped around towards the town. His eyes flashing back into a solid amber.

Harrison pushed his chair back warily watching his uncle. He could feel the man's agitation.

Matthew ordered, "Stay here. If its not me, Sherman, Willard, or Creed do not open that door."

Harrison didn't get the chance to react as Matthew left. His long strides had him out of the kitchen and out the front door. Something was happening and whatever it was he wasn't to leave.

Then again he really wasn't one for following orders. He hesitated at the doorway. Part of him wanted answers. The other part of him knew that he didnt know enough about this to leave. No one he knew was in danger and there was no need for him to ignore the order.

Right?

Matthew's POV

Leaving Harrison in his house Matt made his way to the edge of town. The entire pack felt their wards react to a werewolf entering the town. In the area of Wolf Lake the moon was always full. This werewolf would be a danger to everyone around them come nightfall.

Harrison had no doubt felt the shift of the wards. His hold on the pack bond was slim at best but his instincts were spot on. The boy was meant to be one of the pack.

It was his choice. Here his nephew would find a family in the pack. Matthew would look after him the best he could but there was only so much he could do. It had been sixteen years since the last time he made the change. Not since Marie died.

He could only hope that Sophia would not take after him. Her mother wanted her to live a normal life. It was her dying wish. One that Matt had strived to achieve for the last sixteen years.

Sophia was waiting on a letter from a college in Florence. If she got in it would be a big step in getting her out of Wolf Lake for good. He didn't want her to be dragged into this anymore than she already was.

Harrison was proof that the wolf gene could come back even generations later. Even if she did not change there was a chance that her children or grandchildren would. It would make it a lot harder for her leave.

When he reached the edge of town his eyes were immediately drawn to the brown haired man. His clothes were shabby and patched in many places. Either he was very poor or he didn't care what he looked like. That was the werewolf and Matt did not feel an ounce of pity for the man.

Next to the brown haired man was a black haired man. He almost looked like he could be Harrison's father. The only differences were his hair and his eyes. The hair was shaggy but not a bird's nest.

Willard came out of the woods followed by Vivian Cates, Tyler Creed, and Gerald Carter. The leaders and guard of the pack had arrived. Despite not having changed in almost two decades Matthew was still considered part of the guard. Until Willard passed or ordered him off the guard he would be.

Matthew fell into step behind Willard on his right side. Tyler was on the left, Vivian at his back, and Gerald was on Matt's right. The guard would protect their leader no matter their personal differences.

When Willard stopped they followed suit. Willard growled, "Werewolf your kind are not welcome within this sanctuary. What business do you have in Wolf Lake?"

The werewolf answered throwing out an arm to stop his companion who took a step forward, "I am Remus John Lupin. I apologize for intruding but my friend and I are looking for a teenager who ran away. He is this man's godson and we just want to be sure that he is safe."

Willard growled low in his throat, "That does not excuse you being here. Leave, werewolves cannot stay at Wolf Lake under any circumstances."

The dark haired one snarled, "What about my godson? Is he here or not?"

Willard glared at the dark haired man as he replied, "I do not know who you or your godson are. We have too many people who come through here to keep track of. Our wards alerted us to a werewolf entering our town. As the moon is always full here we cannot allow werewolves in our city. I will tell you once more. Leave."

Both Matthew and Tyler stepped forward. They would march these two beyond the boundary of the town themselves if that's what it took.

The dark haired one stood his ground as the one known as Remus backed off slowly. He knew that he was a danger in this town. No doubt he could feel his wolf at the edge of mind.

Matt could feel his coming forward not enough to make his eyes flash but it was a near thing. Tyler was waiting for the order from Willard.

The dark haired man snapped, "I am not leaving without my godson."

Willard retorted, "Do you have any proof that he is here? If you have proof that he is here then show it. Otherwise leave."

Tyler's voice echoed through the bond, :That man is after Harrison. I will stop him you go for the werewolf.:

Normally he wouldn't take orders from Tyler Creed. The pup was getting to much power as it was. Though he knew better than to get between a wolf and matters of his mate.

Matt wasn't stupid or ignorant. He knew that Tyler and Harrison were showing signs of being mates. By the strength of it primary or even true mates.

True mates were a rare thing even amongst the oldest of packs. They happened once in century if that. Mates that were destined for each other. Fates would not allow true mates to separate.

Both of the stepped forward and Matt grabbed the werewolf. His strength was greater than that of a werewolf. Skinwalkers had far superior senses to humans and those cursed by magic and the moon. For just a moment his eyes flashed the brilliant amber of the wolf. It made the younger man step back in fright.

Tyler who was younger than even these men had hauled the dark haired man up by his collar. Grey eyes searched wildly for help but found none. Even if someone passed and was human they knew better than to interfere in "Hill" business as they called it.

Appearing at Matt's shoulder seemingly out of thin air was Sherman Blackstone. Only he and Willard could lock someone out of Wolf Lake. It made sense that he would be here.

Matt dragged Remus Lupin back across the wards. Tyler had already thrown the dark haired one back across. Anger seethed across the bond and nearby members tried to send calming messages across the bond. Betas were already making their way towards the ward lines.

Sherman Blackstone locked down the wards against the two men in front of them. When they tried to enter the wards again they could only get to the ward line before it stopped them. For now this issue was taken care of but only for the moment.