That night Harry lay curled up beside the Alpha. He didn't dare touch him, and Fenrir didn't seem to care. All the men were snoring, some were even drooling too, however Harry could not sleep. He had no idea who these men were, and the one he did know of was a murderer and was one of Voldemort's lackies.

He didn't necessarily care that he was a Death Eater, he was only wary simply because the man was dangerous. Lately Harry had doubts that Dumbledore's intentions were completely good. He was beginning to see past the old mans smile and cunning words. Each time the headmaster would say "It is for the greater good, Harry", his blood would boil. His attitude towards everyone at the burrow had changed, and it had resulted in the fight he had with Ron. Actually, if he thought about it , fourth year was when Ron began to distance himself. He became hostile sometimes.

Hermione was still his friend, but with her knew blooming relationship with the young Weasley she had also become distant. The only people he felt comfortable around now was the twins, Remus, and Sirius, but Sirius was dead.

He rolled over to face the Alpha, but as soon as he looked up he wished he had just kept still. Fenrir had his hazel eyes locked on him in a predatory gaze. Harry shuddered and waited. This man was unpredictable and dangerous, he was treading on eggshells.

Fenrir huffed and wrapped his burly arms around the boy, squeezing him close, " Don't be such a puss, you're my Omega bitch means you'll have to get used to me and the pack."

Harry struggled in the wolfs iron-like grip, "Stop calling me that, I'm not your goddamn bitch. Get the hell off of me!" His arm shot out and before he could stop himself, he cracked the Alpha in the jaw.

All of a sudden his airflow was cut off and he saw dark spots in his vision. He realized that Fenrir had socked him back, right between his eyes, and that the Alpha now had his giant hands wrapped around Harry's thin neck.

The betas were now all awake and staring in worry. They knew better than to disobey and question their leader.

Harry's vision was starting to darken, and his grip on the Alphas hands, trying to tear them off of his neck, began to lessen. His eyelids started to shutter close. His hands fell to his sides, but the Alphas grip did not let up.

"Alpha please! You're going to kill him!" One of the betas, Will, cried out. He reached his arm out to help Harry, but Vince held him back. He knew the consequences of interfering.

Fenrirs attention drifted to Will. He let go of Harry's neck and shot to his feet, drawing in shaky breaths. "Fix him. I'm going for a walk. Don't follow me!" After that, he stormed off into the brush.

Will darted forward as soon as his Alpha left and held Harry in his arms. His neck was already bruising a nasty purple and his eyes were beginning to swell up, sure to become black eyes.

Will felt his own filling up with tears, but he did not dare let them fall. He was already the lowest of the betas, he didn't want to look weaker.

"Vince...boil some water will you? Cas, can you get a rag out of the supply bag? Please guys..." Will asked. The men got straight to work. Meanwhile Red, Al, and Tobby stayed beside Will and Harry. Tobby finally asked, "Will he be alright?"

Will nodded. "Of course. All he needs is some time to heal." Harry was unconscious, but still breathing. Will shook his head, this was not a good way to start courting the young boy. Even wolves had to court. They had to win the trust and love of the one they were courting before they could mate.

Vince had the river water boiling, and Cas had soaked the rag in it. Ringing it out, Cash gave it to Will who placed it on Harry's neck gently. It wouldn't heal him necessarily, but it would help with the pain for now. Nearly everyone in the pack had been victim to their Alphas paws. Except Cas, but he had just joined the pack a few weeks ago.

A few hours passed and Harry was still unconscious. Fenrir had not come back yet, but the sun would be rising soon and he would come back at that time. Red and Tobby had gone back to sleep but the rest of them were still up, waiting for Harry to awaken.

Fenrir emerged through the bushes. He looked calm and collected, but they could tell that he was nervous but he way he held himself. He made his way over to where Harry was laying. The wolf frowned and soaked the rag again, placing it the boys neck. He could clearly see the bruises in the shape of his hands. He sighed. Fenrir knew that the boy would be reluctant, and would not want to be part of his pack at first. He shouldn't have reacted so violently. He soaked the rag again.

Harrys eyes flew open and he shot up onto his behind. He looked around only to realize that he could see nothing besides Fenrir. He shrunk back. He wanted to apologize for hitting the man, but was too afraid to say anything.

Fenrir leaned back slightly, "I'm sorry for...hurting you like this." He cursed himself. "However, if you ever touch me like that again I will not hesitate to do worse."

Harry nodded, and though his throat was in agony, he still spoke. "I understand...I just want to get back to my family." That was a lie. The only people he missed at the burrow were the twins.

"Well that won't happen, pup. I'm not giving you up, and come the next full moon you won't want to leave."

Harry was confused, "What do you mean?"

Red answered for Fenrir. "He means that when the full moon comes, he'll turn you. And judging by your physique and personality, you won't be an Alpha, not even a beta. You'll be an Omega. That means that you won't be able to resist the Alpha, especially during your heat."

Harry froze. He had learned about the hierarchy's in werewolf packs, but he never heard about what Red called heat. "What's the heat?"

Fenrir smirked. Oh how he loved how innocent the boy was. He couldn't even connect the dots.

"That's the period of time when you're able to conceive, pup. An Omegas heat is during the Fall, so pups will be born in Spring and Summer."

The school year was about to begin, which meant Fall was only a few weeks away. "Wait! When's the next full moon then?"

Will popped out of nowhere, "In three days." He sat right beside Red, so close that Harry had a feeling they were more than just pack members or friends.

Fenrir noticed. "This is Will. He's our lowest ranking beta. He's also our healer." Harry nodded silently, he could see it. Will was small, almost as small as him. He had sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was also rather short, only about five seven. Harry pouted, he was still at his lousy five five.

Fenrir then nodded to Red. "That is Red. He's my second in command and my strongest beta, and best hunter." Red was about six two and had burgundy hair, hence the name Red. His eyes were a light sky blue, though he had a rough, mean looking face. Like Fenrir.

Fenrir smiled slightly and pointed to the pile of sleeping men, "The man with jet black hair is Cas. He's our fastest. The man under him is Tobby. He's very distant but is loyal enough. Next to him is Alfred, or Al. He's probably the most energetic and won't shut up. And the man that looks like Will is Vince. He's Wills brother."

Harry nodded each time Fenrir named one of them. "So..you turned all of them...?"

Fenrir shook his head, "No. I only turned Al and Vince. The rest had wandered into my territory, like you, and had asked to join the pack. They were lone wolves. Well, except Will. After he had found out that his brother was a werewolf and would have to leave him, he came with his brother and had begged me to turn him too. So I did."

Harry frowned, "But life as a werewolf is hard...and people look down on you guys. Why would you want that?" He asked Will.

Will just smiled and clasped his hand together with Red's. "I love my brother more than anything and our parents had died when we were young. He was all I had and I didn't want to lose him forever. So I came with him. I'm happy I did." The blonde looked up at Red and leaned up to kiss the big mans jaw.

Harry covered his smile when he saw Red blushing, though the man tried to hide it by scowling. He sighed and scooted closer to Fenrir. He could see that these men weren't vicious or violent, they were just like any other human being. He guessed he shouldn't have judged them though. One of his most closest friends was a werewolf.

He yawned and stretched. Although it was morning and the sun had just risen over the hills, he was pooped. He laid his head on Fenris thigh, slowly though. The man had just strangled him hours ago, but he couldn't help but become fixated with the man. The way his muscles rippled under his skin or the way he held himself high with pride. The way his hips swayed ever so slightly when he walked, or when he tensed and that strong chest looked even better. Honestly, it was captivating. He closed his eyes and curled up, holding his knees to his chest for warmth.

Fenrir hummed and smoothed his hand over Harry's dark head of unruly hair. He felt confidence swell up in his chest when the boy had laid his head on his upper thigh. The boy trusted him just enough to do that. He glanced around at his pack members. Red and Will were happily chatting and holding each other, and though the others were sleeping, they looked happy. He could get used to this.

Thank you guys for reviewing! I will usually update once every week, but I really wanted to get this chapter out there because I had already finished it.

To the fourth reviewer,Guest.- I won't make Remus a dick in this fic, I really like Remus actually, so don't worry. :)

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