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Clan and pack are two separate parts of the skinwalker community. The clan is a large group of skinwalkers who span all over the Lake. There are separate packs of skinwalkers who reside in different areas. Willard is both Clan Head and Head of the Adult Pack.
"Speak"
'Bond speak'
:Thoughts:
Tyler's POV
There were times that he was glad that he was still wasnt alpha of the pack. If he was he would have killed this wizard for daring to step onto their land. By the stiffness in Willard's shoulders, he wasnt the only one battling temptation.
They had not received a visitor from the Wizarding community at least knowingly in hundreds of years. For one to seek them out it put the entire clan on edge.
Through the bond, Tyler could sense the other's barely restrained anger. The want for blood was powerful within most of the clan.
Only one wasn't giving off the killing intent. Harrison the newest member of the pack not yet changed. It was unlikely that he could sense more than rough feelings from most of the pack. From what he could tell the bond was strongest with Tyler and Donner.
Donner, it was to be expected they were of the same blood. For Tyler though that could only mean one thing. Mates. Tyler wasnt normally a patient man. For this kid though he would be. Harrison was worth being patient for. A primary mate and one who had a heart of gold.
Wizards would try to take him back to their world though. It was a danger he acknowledged as the truth. Tyler would do all within his power to save his mate.
They went to the brewery manor that every head of the clan lived in along with their families. Lucas Cates the only son of Willard moved to go to his own rooms. He could feel their anger at the wizard and decided not to get involved.
Once they were in Willard's study Tyler closed the door. The wizard known put up privacy wards immediately. The unfamiliar magic setting the wolves on edge.
The wizard began in a low tenor, "As I said I am here to speak of a partnership between the skinwalkers and dark wizards."
Willard growled, "We have tried to work with wizards before. That ended in our kind nearly being eradicated from the world. You say you want to work with us. What guarantee do we have that history won't repeat itself?"
'Tyler,' came a thought across the bond, 'Be prepared to step in if the man tries anything.'
Tyler didnt allow the effect of the words to show. Internally he was preparing to change from wolf to human.
The pack bond became sharper and he could feel the feelings of those closest to the manor. Lucas touched the bond trepidation entering it along with question. Biting back a growl he shook off the pup. He wouldn't be of any use here.
Donner wasnt far away but he was even more useless than the pup. It had been more than sixteen years since the man had changed. Not since his wife was killed by the pack. Marrying a human was frowned upon. Mating with one was a death sentence.
It was only due to Donner's friendship with Willard that he survived. Willard protected those close to him. That sense of loyalty had saved Tyler when he was just a pup.
Willard was best friends with Donner and Jack Creed, Tyler's father. Jack had been killed protecting Willard. The old guard wanted to kill Tyler who was on seven at the time. Unchanged and untried he had been unable to protect himself.
As one of the first proclamations Willard made, he declared Tyler off-limits. Four men had been killed in order to make that abundantly clear.
For that Tyler had sworn his loyalty to the man the moment he first changed. Unlike most of the pack, his first change was not with a potential mate. Instead with the alpha who he placed his trust and life in.
There was only a thin line between golden eyes and blue eyes. He barely kept it on the blue side.
Marvolo sighed, "My men obey and we don't discriminate against creatures. Already we have werewolves and vampires are apart of the group. They are treated as equals and creature laws will be revoked in place of fairer laws."
Willard had a flash of anger at the thought of werewolves. Even centuries later the hatred ran deep. Tyler shifted closer to the wizards his muscles tensing under his jacket.
Willard snarled, "Werewolves! They are the reason we are in hiding along with you wizards. So again why should we trust you?"
Tyler saw the shift in the wizard's countenance. Annoyance flashed in the false blue eyes. If the man thought glamours fooled then he had another thing coming. Skinwalkers could sense the magic hiding one's appearance.
Then Marvolo countered, "It would be a matter of trust between the two groups. The werewolves betrayed you. You hold Harry Potter within your city. A boy who has thwarted me time and time again. One I would very much like to kill. However, should he be willing to make an oath that he shall never try to kill me I will do this same. As a sign of goodwill between myself and the pack."
'Tyler escort him out. We will need to convene a full clan meeting over this,' ordered the alpha.
Out loud Willard growled, "You will leave the house while we consider your words. As long as you do not bring a werewolf into our town you may stay for the time being. Know this should you cause harm to a pup or an adult you will be subject to our laws. You will find they are not as forgiving as your own wizard."
With that said Tyler rudely shoved both men out of the room. Using his superior strength it was quite easy to "escort" them off the property. As much as he would love to throw them out of town Willard gave them permission to stay. For now at least. It would be the full clan's decision on if they would aid these wizards.
Without even realizing what he was doing Tyler had already begun to make his way towards the high school. Towards where he knew Harrison was.
