The Majority
It happened in the middle of the Preserve.
The pack had gathered—nothing official, just something natural, something instinctual.
And Harry, for the first time, was there.
Not because he was dragged.
Not because he was forced.
But because he wanted to be.
And Scott?
Scott hated it.
"Why are you even here?" he snapped, eyes flashing red.
The conversation around them stopped.
Harry raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
Scott clenched his fists. "You don't belong in this pack."
The air dropped.
A tension so thick it was suffocating.
Malia growled.
Lydia glared.
Derek's posture shifted, predatory and dark.
And Peter?
Peter smirked.
Because Scott had made a mistake.
A huge mistake.
Harry tilted his head, unimpressed. "You still don't get it, do you?"
Scott scoffed. "Get what? That you don't—"
"You don't decide that," Harry interrupted, voice eerily calm. "The pack chose me. I chose them. You don't have a say in that."
Scott bared his teeth. "I am the Alpha."
Peter chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, pup. You really don't understand, do you?"
Scott's eyes snapped to him. "Stay out of this, Peter."
Peter smirked. "Why? Because you don't like the answer?"
Scott growled.
But before he could say anything else—
Harry took a step forward.
Magic hummed in the air, heavy and ancient, wrapping around him like something alive.
And Scott—despite his anger, despite his pride—felt it.
Because Harry wasn't just pack.
He wasn't just some outsider they had taken in.
He was power.
Something greater than Scott could ever control.
And in that moment—
Scott realized he had already lost.