A Territory Marked
The pack had accepted it, even if Harry hadn't.
He was theirs.
He was something they protected, something precious.
He still kept to himself, still avoided direct interaction, but that didn't stop them from being there.
Derek would pass by his house under the guise of going for a run.
Malia would sit near him at the café, quiet but present.
Lydia would conveniently "bump into" him when he went to the library.
Stiles—annoying, persistent Stiles—had managed to worm his way into casual conversation.
Harry thought it was coincidence.
The pack knew better.
And Peter?
Peter watched.
Because Harry didn't belong to the pack.
Harry belonged to him.
The wizard just didn't know it yet.