The Shift
Scott didn't apologize.
He didn't admit he was wrong.
But the pack?
They stopped treating him like a leader after that.
Because Harry was their center now.
Not because he had asked for it.
Not because he had fought for it.
But because it was right.
Because Harry was theirs.
And they were his.
And Scott?
Scott could either accept it—
Or be left behind.
Peter's Final Move
Harry knew Peter was up to something.
He could feel it.
The way Peter watched him.
The way he lingered a little too close.
The way he smirked like he knew something Harry didn't.
So when Peter finally made his move, it wasn't a surprise.
It was inevitable.
Peter cornered him one evening—late, quiet, just the two of them.
Harry didn't flinch when Peter stepped into his space.
Didn't move away when Peter tilted his head, studying him with sharp, knowing eyes.
"You realize what this means, don't you?" Peter murmured, voice a low, steady thing.
Harry swallowed. "What what means?"
Peter smirked.
And then—
He leaned in.
Close.
Too close.
"You're mine now, sweetheart," he murmured against Harry's ear.
And Harry?
Harry shivered.
Because for the first time—
He didn't want to run.