Chapter 2
Scott was doing his evening routine when a noise at the window made him stop.
Armed with a baseball bat, he stepped out onto the balcony to see who was there, when two figures appeared upside down from the roof.
All three screamed.
"Stiles, Harry, what the hell are you doing?!"
Stiles, his voice slightly shrill, answered. "You weren't answering the phone."
Harry pointed to the baseball bat. "Why do you have a bat?"
"I thought you might be some kind of robber."
"Robber?" Harry laughed and Stiles said. "I know it's late, but hear this. My dad left 20 minutes ago. He went to the station. They called all the police officers and the state troopers."
"Why?" Scott asked
Harry replied. "Two joggers found a body in the woods."
The two finally got off the roof of the porch and Scott looked out to ask. "A dead body?"
"No, a celestial body. Yes, idiot, a dead body!" Stiles answered, before stepping over, followed by Harry, and onto the porch with Scott.
The boy asked. "What is this, a homicide?"
Harry answered, having his father engaged in the police force. "It is not known yet."
Stiles nodded. "It appears to be a girl, about 20 years old."
Scott was still confused. "If they found the body, what are they looking for?"
"That's the best part. They only found half of it."
Harry cocked his head. "You're too cheerful, Stiles. Say it with a little sadness, come one."
Stiles smiled at his friend, and they both smiled at Scott. "Get ready."
***
Stiles' jeep pointed to the no entry sign that was about to be ignored by the three boys, when Stiles cut the engine.
He got out, flashlight in hand, and was promptly joined by Harry and Scott.
"Are we really sure? Do we really want to do this?" Scott asked and Stiles stared at him in disbelief. "Come on, you're always complaining that nothing ever happens here."
Stiles pats him on the shoulder, before walking into the reserve.
Harry followed as Scott moaned. "I wanted to get some sleep before tomorrow's training."
Harry laughed.
Unlike the other two, he wasn't a lacrosse player.
With his time as a Quidditch player, and improved instincts as a born werewolf, Harry would have been very good.
But, due to four years of knowing a sport where you could fly, and the danger of death and accidents was 30 percent, but if you were a Seeker they would become a certainty, Lacrosse didn't interest him in the slightest. Although the Coach, also an economics professor, was an extraordinarily nice person.
Stiles replied, amused. "Sure, because staying on a bench is so tiring."
Scott denied. "No, because this year they'll let me play. They'll put me in training."
"This is the spirit!" Harry exclaimed and Stiles continued. "Everyone should have a dream, even if it's pathetically unrealistic."
Scott, slightly annoyed, replied. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?"
Harry and Stiles stared at each other, letting out an "Ah"
Stiles then explained to Scott. "I hadn't thought of that yet."
Scott continued. "What if the killer is still out there?"
This time it was Harry who spoke. "We hadn't even thought about that yet."
While they were engaged in a climb, Scott, gasping for breath, said. "It's a relief to know that you have planned everything with your usual attention to detail."
"We know it." Said the two.
Scott stopped panting to use his inhaler.
"Maybe he should be the severe asthmatic holding the flashlight, huh?"
The three had hidden behind a root that would not have kept them covered at all.
Stiles smiled when he saw the torches.
"Let's go!"
He and Harry left, not hearing Scott's call.
As they tried to run from the police, they realized Scott was too far behind, so they turned to wait for him.
When they looked back, it was only to find a flashlight pointed at them and a dog barking.
When Harry caught the dog's eye, letting blue invade his irises, the dog stopped barking.
"One moment."
The Sheriff's voice reached them and Harry noticed Sirius a little behind him.
"These petty offenders belong to both of us."
Noah and Sirius were in front of Harry and Stiles.
A quick look around confirmed to Harry that Scott was in hiding.
Harry and Stiles smiled.
"Dad, how are you?" Stiles asked and Noah answered. "So, do you listen to all my phone calls?"
"No. Not the boring ones."
Noah and Sirius looked at each other.
Noah then looked around them, looking for Scott. "So, where is your usual accomplice?"
"Who, Scott?" Harry asked, before shrugging and saying. "He's at home. He said he wanted to get some sleep before the first day of school."
Stiles smiled. "It's just us. In the woods. Alone."
Noah's eyes narrowed and Sirius raised his eyebrows, his gaze going where his magic and his Animagus senses could perceive Scott perfectly well.
But a Marauder wouldn't throw a troublemaker under the bus.
Noah swept his flashlight through the trees calling to Scott and Harry sighed with relief that the boy didn't appear.
Noah sighed, before looking at Stiles and Harry.
"I'll leave you Harry, Sirius."
Sirius nodded, gesturing for Harry to go with him, as Noah put his hand on his son's shoulder.
"Well, young man, I'll walk you to the car and you and I would have an argument about something called 'invasion of privacy'"
Harry looked over to where Scott was hiding.
But Sirius shook his head, knowing the woods contained nothing dangerous to the boy.
No humans, apart from them, were present.
Harry nodded and followed his father without protest.
"So, I repeat the question. Do you eavesdrop on all my calls?"
"Sirius, do you think so little of me?"
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
Harry nodded. "Yes, I do it."
"And, why did you think it was a good idea to walk around on a full moon? You know you could lose control."
"I know, Sirius, but my anchor is good."
Sirius nodded.
Harry asked. "Who did it? Was he... someone like me?"
Sirius sighed. "I didn't sense anything and neither did Moony. Since you've given me the perfect excuse, you and I are going to join your godfather this full moon."
Harry nodded, picking up the phone for a moment to see a text from Stiles.
From Stiles
All right with me. Did yours give you an earful?
To Stiles
Some werewolf horror story.
From Stiles
It worked out well. Scott?
To Stiles.
He hasn't texted me anything yet. But I think he's back home.
From Stiles.
I'll call him and let you know.
Harry sent Stiles a confirmation, before smiling at Sirius.
"No talk about invasion of privacy?"
"Would that make sense?"
"No."
"So why waste my time? It's not like I would have done anything different at your age."
"You are a terrible guardian, I hope you are aware of that."
Sirius smiled. "Oh, I know."
***
The next morning at school, Harry and Stiles were looking at Scott's side, where a plaster was showing blood.
Stiles turned a very nice green, and Harry smiled knowing it was due to his phobia of blood itself.
How a little blood sent him into a crisis, but the news of a murder not was a real mystery.
"It was quite dark, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."
"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asked amused as Harry turned pale.
It was a full moon the day before.
And there might be a wolf around.
"It is not possible."
"I heard some howls."
"It is not true."
"How can that not be true? I know what I've heard."
"California has no wolves, okay? For at least 60 years."
"Really?"
"Yes, indeed. There are no wolves in California."
Scott then looked at Harry, who was still pale.
"Are you okay, Harry? Sirius didn't scold you too much, did he?"
"No, no. I just... slept very little and tonight I'm on shift at the hospital..."
Scott nodded, smiling at the boy, before saying. "Well, if you don't believe the story about the wolf, you can't help but believe that I found the body."
Stiles made a weird movement, before checking to make sure no one was listening as he asked. "Are you joking?"
"I wish. I'll have nightmares for months."
"This is great." Harry exclaimed, ignoring for a moment the possibility that Scott was a wolf.
"I mean, it's the coolest thing to happen in this town since Lydia Martin was born. Hi, Lydia, are you..."
The girl in question, in her fashionable attire and with the sure-footedness of who knows what she deserves, walked past them, effectively ignoring all three boys.
"Yeah, keep ignoring me!"
Scott and Harry exchanged an amused look before Stiles looked at them. "This is your fault, you know that?"
"Uh huh." The two nodded, amused.
"You drag me into the nerd abyss. I'm a nerd by association."
The bell rang and the three friends moved to enter the school.
Stiles, as they walked, kept moaning. "I am branded."
***
The first lesson was extremely boring, with the professor talking about yesterday's news.
"As you all know, a body was found in the woods last night."
Scott turned to look at Harry and Stiles, who had been relegated to the back rows by the professor earlier, and they both gave him a little wink, causing the other to smile in amusement.
"I'm sure your zealous minds will be imagining the most gruesome scenarios for this story,..."
Harry swept his gaze around the class, seeing that the people most interested in that story were him, Stiles, and Scott.
The others seemed to care more if the mascara was still in its place.
"...but I'm here to tell you that the police have arrested a suspect,..."
Harry huffed, and Stiles looked at him confused.
Scott, from the front, also turned towards them, surprised, but both raised their hands.
The professor had probably already solved the case, even before the police.
He always assumed that in the end they really had found the second half of the body, as Scott evidently had.
"Which means you can focus all your attention on this semester's schedule that's on the desk."
Harry had picked it up, thinking that carrying on Muggle and wizarding culture would be truly horrendous, from his social life’s point of view, or his sleep-wake schedule, when he heard the distant ringing of a telephone.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scott gasp, confirming without further evidence that, first, he too heard the call in the yard, and second, he had been bitten by a werewolf.
Which meant that, right now, there were at least four wolves in Beacon Hills: Harry himself, his godfather Remus, Scott, and whoever had bitten Scott.
Harry paid no attention to the ongoing call, preferring to think about how to deal with the biting issue with Scott.
Would he believe him?
Would he be mad at him for lying to them since when he arrived at Beacon Hills?
Of course, telling Scott would have meant telling Stiles, and Harry figured that, without proof, the Sheriff's son would never believe him.
Perhaps he could ask Sirius and Remus for their opinion, although he thought his godfather didn't have the best of experiences in that regard.
He had never confessed it to anyone, fearing being abandoned, and he had been lucky enough to meet people who would never have left him, but who, on the contrary, would have always helped him in any case.
Maybe, though, being like Scott would allow Harry to help him.
The door opened and the assistant manager came in with a dark-haired, brown-eyed girl, slim but tall, and definitely very pretty.
She looked extremely embarrassed, with her hands folded in front of her lap, her eyes downcast and her cheeks flushed.
Harry could understand her lack of enthusiasm as she walked into a room of high school students mid-class, with all eyes on herself.
"Guys, meet your new partner, Allison Argent."
Her last name made Harry jump, with Stiles looking at him in confusion.
Perhaps, in his explanation, he should also have included what her family had done to his own.
That explanation was getting more and more difficult.
Furthermore, Harry was also worried about what their return to the city would mean for him.
Should he run away again?
Of course, under those circumstances, Harry would certainly have informed Scott of who Harry was, who Allison's family were, and how not to get killed by hunters of their own kind.
He couldn't leave his friend in danger, and judging by the way he'd offered the girl a pen and smiled at her, Harry could only imagine that his best friend had just fallen in love with the daughter of a hunter family.
***
Harry was on the phone with Sirius, waiting for his friends to finish their workout.
He was watching them from the stands, his eyes widening more and more as he watched as Scott parried all the shots, including Jackson's.
"Puppy, are you sure? He might not actually have been bitten."
"Sirius, I'm pretty sure he was. He overheard a phone conversation in the playground while we were in class, and now he's doing some tricks playing lacrosse."
"He was asthmatic"
"And yet. Coach seems to have met his soul mate." Harry added, watching the coach look at Scott as the second coming of Merlin.
"So, your brilliant idea is to tell him you're a wolf like him. He might not believe you."
"It's a good thing I can offer him proof, then, isn't it? Dad, I can't leave him alone."
"I know, you're a good person."
"I don't think you understand. We have a new classmate, and..."
"Don't tell me, does Scott like her?"
"Her name is Allison Argent."
Harry heard Sirius and Remus catch their breath.
"Yeah, you really should explain everything to Scott. But, do it tomorrow, okay? I don't think there will be any urgency today. And we can figure out how to explain everything better."
"Okay. I can do it. We're going to get Scott's inhaler today, he lost it last night in the woods."
“You mean, the night he wasn't with you and Stiles?”
"We both know you smelled it, dad. See you at dinner, okay?"
"Sure. Enjoy yourself."
"Later."
Harry put down in time to see his friends exit the dressing room.
"Nice shot, Scott!"
"Thanks. I think I'll start, huh?"
"Damned if you will! And Allison was charmed by you." Harry laughed and Stiles nodded. "Even if you leave me alone on the bench, I'm happy for you."
***
As they walked through the woods, Scott was still overexcited. "I don't know how I did it. It felt like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball."
Harry nodded to himself.
Better senses made the perception of time both longer and shorter at the same time.
It could be tiring at times, but was very useful in fighting situations.
And, it seemed, when lacrosse was being played.
"And that's not the only strange thing. I hear things I shouldn't hear. Or smell."
"Do you smell? What?"
Scott stopped, sniffing the air. "The mojito-mint gum you have in your pocket."
Stiles laughed, before reaching into his pocket and saying. "I don't have peppermint gum..." before frowning and pulling one out.
Harry grimaced, unseen by the two friends, as Scott spread his arms.
Stiles, putting the eraser back in his pocket, said. "It all started with the bite."
"What if I got an infection? Some kind of adrenaline rush before I collapsed?"
Stiles nodded. "You know? I've heard of it before. It's a particular infection."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. I think it's called... lycanthropy."
Harry snorted, knowing that was exactly what had happened.
"What is it? Is it serious?"
"Oh yes, it's very serious. But only once a month."
Scott frowned, and Harry had to hold back hysterical laughter.
Stiles was teasing Scott, not knowing he was giving all the correct information.
"Once a month?"
"On full moon nights." Then Stiles howled, leading Scott to punch him in the chest. "Come on! You're the one who heard the howls."
Scott scolded him. "Hey, maybe I'm really sick."
"I know! You're a werewolf!" Stiles made a claw gesture with his hands, growling. Scott looked at him unimpressed. "Ok, I'm kidding. But if you find me in the lab melting all the silver I find, it's because there will be a full moon on Friday."
Harry snorted.
Scott looked at him. "Do you know what this moron is about?"
"I think... Can I tell you about it tomorrow?" Harry bit his lip, then shifted his gaze as his senses picked up on something familiar around.
Someone he knew was here.
"Sure. If it worries you a lot, you can talk to us about it, Harry." Stiles said, forgetting his teasing for a moment.
Harry smiled gratefully at them both, before seeing Scott furrowed his brow and look down. "I could have sworn he was here."
Harry and Stiles looked where he was looking.
If Harry concentrated, he could smell the blood.
"I saw the body, the deer ran towards me. I dropped my inhaler."
Scott started moving the leaves, perhaps looking for his inhaler.
Stiles, looking around, suggested. "Maybe the killer moved the body."
"Wouldn't the police have seen someone pass by with half their body on their shoulders?" Harry asked, amused and Stiles shrugged. "They haven't seen the three of us on many occasions, so I wouldn't think they would actually notice in case."
Scott, still on his knees, said. "I hope he left the inhaler. It costs $80."
Stiles and Harry laughed, before seeing a figure standing in the trees.
The family smell became so strong that Harry had to control himself not to show his blue eyes to the other three.
The one in front of him was a werewolf.
And he probably knew him before Harry was sent away.
Stiles nudged Scott, making him look up at the two of them first and then at where they were pointing.
Then, once everyone was looking at him, he walked over, saying. "What are you doing here? This is private property."
Stiles spoke. "Sorry, we didn't know."
Scott then, he said. "Yeah, we were looking for something, but..." Scott stopped, and Harry appreciated that he didn't continue talking about the body.
The other boy raised his eyebrows and Scott sighed. "Let it go."
Reaching out of his pocket, the boy tossed something to Scott, who caught it, which turned out to be his inhaler.
Then, the boy put his hand back in the pocket of his leather jacket.
The boy stared at them, before turning to leave.
Harry's gaze didn't let go until the guy looked at him, surprising Harry with the almost questioning look he had.
Of course, he could be wrong.
But hope was the last to die.
Scott said, softly. "I have to get to work."
Stiles stopped him. "Hey, man, that was Derek Hale."
Harry gasped at the name.
That must have been one of his older brothers.
And he hadn't even welcomed him.
Maybe he didn't care.
"You remember, don't you? He's a few years older than us."
"What should I remember?"
"His family. They all died in a fire ten years ago."
Harry was holding back tears, his hands balled into fists.
He could feel his claws squeezing out, but he couldn't hold them back at that moment.
He should have at least met the deadline that he and Sirius had set for themselves.
"Who knows what he's doing here again."
Stiles snorted, before wincing upon seeing Harry's hands.
"Oh, my god! That's blood!"
Harry gasped, opening his hands to see the claw marks that had pressed into his palms.
Hearing his family name, seeing the way Derek hadn't cared about him, and then hearing about the tragedy that had occurred in two simple sentences had hit him to the core.
"How did you do?" Scott asked, walking over to open them and see them.
Harry bit his lip, saying. "You must promise to listen to me until the end."
The two exchanged a look, before nodding, confused.
"What Stiles was joking about earlier is true, Scott."
"Am I a werewolf? Are you serious?"
Harry took a deep breath, before opening his eyes, which had turned electric blue and revealing his wolf face, as Sirius affectionately called it.
"You... Oh my!" Stiles gasped and Scott looked at him. "Since when?"
"It's hard to explain, but…can I give you a quick explanation now and then let Sirius and Remus do the hard parts? I don't know how to explain half the stuff myself."
The two exchanged another look and Harry looked at them apprehensively.
Stiles and Scott had only known Harry for a short time, but it was evidently enough to make them close friends.
"Tell us everything."
"Thank you."
The three sat down on the floor, and Harry took a deep breath.
"Fifteen years ago, my birth mom realized this city wasn't safe for me."
"This city?" Stiles interrupted and Harry nodded, amused at how quickly he was interrupted.
He hadn't even said two full sentences.
Scott laughed in amusement and Harry continued on. "She had two other older children, and I had a twin sister. Lived with her was her brother and all the rest of the family ... of the pack."
"Were they all werewolves?" Scott asked and Harry nodded. "As I understand it, there are cursed wolves, like you or Remus, and inherited ones. I can fully transform into a wolf, being inherited. And it only manifests… only when you kill someone."
Harry looked at them, and Stiles and Scott froze.
"Can you ask me, do you know?"
"Who did you kill?"
"When I was eleven, a professor of mine tried to kill me. And I... I had to..."
"I am sorry." Scott said and Harry smiled at him.
"Okay, so the situation was dangerous. What did your mother do to fix it?"
"She reached out to Remus. They were two werewolves and Remus knew her well. I…between me and my sister I also had magic, so…she gave me to Remus. If I ever unlocked my wolf side, Remus could have explained it all to me better."
"Are you also a wizard?"
"Yes. I can give you some books about it, but in England there is a school of magic. I have attended it since I was eleven. I had the name of Harry Potter and one disaster after another happened. When I was fifteen months old, my adoptive parents were killed and in June of last year, to put it briefly, their killer came back to kill me. Apparently his problem with me was only my relationship with the Potters, so Sirius and Remus confessed to me that I was adopted. And… I changed my last name in Black and then we came here."
"Who were your relatives here?" Scott asked, confused and Harry looked over to where Derek had disappeared to. “The Hale. I came back because I knew my uncle was still alive. Peter Hale. He's in hospital, the one where I work. ."
Stiles and Scott gasped.
Stiles asked. "At the full moon you didn't transform, though."
"No. When you have a good anchor, you don't. Mine is Sirius and Remus. You just have to find something that makes you feel comfortable." Harry told him and Scott grimaced.
"Will be difficult."
"But I'll be here, to help you. If you want me..." he added softly, realizing that explaining who he was didn't guarantee any friendship, rather, it was an admission of a series of lies.
Stiles and Scott shook their heads.
"If you want to send us away, Harry, you have to try harder than that." Stiles laughed and Harry smiled at them both, leaping forward to give them a hug.
"Hey, it's okay, calm down the enthusiasm!" Scott laughed, accepting his friend's weight on himself.
****
At dinner that night, Harry sighed.
"Dinner not to your liking, puppy?" Sirius asked, knowing he was the worst at cooking but refusing to let Harry do the job.
"No, it's not that. Did you know one of my brothers was still alive? Derek Hale?"
Sirius and Remus shook their heads.
"Scott found the body yesterday, the half missing, but he couldn't find it anymore. Stiles thinks the killer moved it and I agree. I could feel the blood in the dirt."
"We'll drop this disrespect for authority." Sirius sighed and Remus looked at him. "Because he takes it from you, Padfoot."
"Well, it's true. I can't deny it."
Harry coughed, before speaking again.
"You see, yesterday…Scott started looking for his inhaler on the ground, knowing he lost it there, when Derek came up and I…I felt we were family but he didn't even react to me!"
"I think he doesn't even know who you were, puppy. He was very small when you were entrusted to me." Remus consoled him.
Harry shrugged. “I explained everything to Stiles and Scott.”
Sirius glared at him.
“I panicked and just wanted to tell them everything. They accept me. They saw my wolf, and they weren't scared. I don't know if Stiles believes me, honestly. I think he is doing research even now, and tomorrow he’ll come breathlessly to try to use me and Scott as guinea pigs."
Sirius laughed.
Remus said. "I can try to explain the control issue better, if he should transform anyway. What is certain is that we can offer him a place here at the next full moon."
"I'll tell them tomorrow when they really believe me. Scott has accepted my help, but I think until he's sure he won't even try to take precautions."
"At least he has you to take them for him."
“I think Stiles believes me. Actually, he teased Scott about it right before I confirmed it.”
The dinner continued, Harry lightened by the knowledge that he had people who cared about him.
***
The next day, once the school day was over, Harry and Scott knocked on Stiles' door.
Scott was returning from his training as a starter, while Harry had just finished telling Peter that he had met Derek, but he hadn't reacted in any way.
It had been nice talking to his uncle, Harry reflected as he sat down on Stiles' bed, even though that same uncle couldn't talk to him in any way.
"Come and see!"
Stiles was overexcited.
"I've been reading all night. Sites, books. Everything."
"How much Adderall did you take today?"
"A lot'." Stiles admitted, before continuing. "It doesn't matter, listen to me."
"Did they find the killer?"
Stiles shook his head. "They questioned some, even Derek Hale." Here he shot an apologetic look at Harry, who smiled back.
"The boy from the wood. And Harry's older brother!"
Harry looked at him, between amused and surprised.
They seemed to have actually accepted much of what he had said.
Stiles nodded. "Yes! But I didn't want to tell you about that!"
"What's up?"
Stiles pointed at Harry. "He was right, okay? You're a werewolf and I think we should take this situation much more seriously!"
Harry nodded. "Thanks for the trust, Stiles."
"Sorry, that was just…unbelievable. But, Scott, you have to take all the precautions! You can't date Allison, you can't play on the team!"
Scott looked shocked, but Harry intervened. "You can't go out with Allison tonight. Better to postpone until tomorrow. The first full moons are the most hard. But if we can find your anchor, I think you will have no problems in the matches. Yes, there is a lot of excitement and your senses will go in overdrive, but… it's like riding a bicycle."
Scott and Stiles looked at him, one hopeful and the other desperate.
"I can help you with control. Everyone has their own strength. Let's find yours and figure out how to make it your anchor. Remus has a harder time, his species is different, but yours is more like mine. Your senses wouldn’t have get better that way if you're not like my kind."
"Did you also have this leap in quality?"
"Yes, but I was much more used to keeping emotions in check. And for the first few games, I can make you a kind of amulet to slow down your excitement when it reaches its peak."
Stiles and Scott nodded in relief.
"And for tonight?"
"You can join me and Remus and Sirius. Spend the full moon at my house. We've expanded the basement into a forest-like setting."
"What do I tell Allison?" Scott asked and Harry answered. "That you're behind on a science project, and that you, me and Stiles are going to spend the night studying and moping."
"Okay, that's a good excuse. Why just the three of us?"
"I was new and had to recover quite a bit and dragged you into my misery. She, fortunately, arrived after the course had started and the professor could not punish her for her existence."
"I like that as an apology. And everyone knows Harris hates us. I doubt anyone would actually go and ask him to confirm any of this." Stiles nodded and Scott texted Allison, saying he'd be free the next day.
"Good."
***
Scott looked at Harry before asking. "Can't we go to the woods? Run there a bit?"
Harry looked at his godparents who nodded. "If it goes bad, bring him here for safety, okay?"
"Sure. Come on Scott."
Harry took him to a safe place, limiting the area with his own magic.
When he heard a loud noise, he knew the Hunters were back in business, and his protection grew stronger, to shut out the noise and not allow entry to anyone who would harm them.
When Derek managed to get inside, Harry bit his lip.
While the two of them had their faces free from the influence of the moon, Scott was not.
"Who are they?"
"Hunters, Scott. I didn't think they were back." Harry murmured, watching them pass with careful eyes.
"They've been hunting us for centuries." Derek said, looking at both of them.
"They're hunting us?! It's all your fault!" Scott got to his feet, and Harry supported him, pleased to see his face clear and return to its normal one.
"Is it that bad, Scott? See better, hear better and move faster than any human being? Many would kill to have what you have."
Harry snorted, looking at his shocked older brother. "And many will kill you for what you have."
Derek looked at him. "I don't think I get your name. Are you another wolf?"
"Harry. And yes."
"You have perfect control. And they didn't see us."
"When you run away, you learn a few tricks. I didn't want to make Scott spend his first full moon in chains. Didn't answer the question, though. Did you bite him?"
Derek looked at the two, not saying anything.
"If you haven't, that means there's another werewolf, Derek. And, sorry, but I want to make sure it doesn't make it even worse."
Derek looked at Scott. "The bite is a gift."
"But I don't want it!" Scott gave an apologetic look to Harry who shrugged. "I'm of the same mind, don't worry."
"You will. And you will need me if you are to learn to control it. You and I, Scott, are brothers now"
Scott growled, seeing Harry flinch at his older brother's remark to the other wolf. "I have Harry, I don't need you."
***
As the two walked home, Stiles' Jeep pulled up beside them.
"How are you guys?"
"Let us up, please." Harry said, going to the back, while Scott took the front seat.
"How did it go?" Stiles asked and Scott said. “The Hunters came, but Harry's magic prevented them from seeing or hearing us. They were just on a normal hunting trip. And we saw Derek, who was overly vague and said that to check the gift that is the bite I need him, because he and I are brothers."
Stiles gasps, looking at Harry in the rear view mirror. "I want to punch him."
"Give up, he's a werewolf, sure, he'd tear you apart." Harry laughed, feeling warm when he realized that they had both reacted to defend him as a first instinct.
"Do you know what worries me the most?" Scott asked, having experienced what a full moon was like he didn't feel so sure anymore.
"If you say Allison, I'll punch you in the face."
"How am I going to tell her everything?"
"Either you make up a good excuse, or you tell her the truth and admit you're a freaking werewolf."
"I wouldn't. Her family were the hunters who threatened mine and killed my family. They hunt werewolves."
Scott moaned.
Harry said. "I don't think Allison knows anything, but if she tells her parents, then..."
"I would have died and you with me."
"Why me too?"
"I would have told her about you too." Scott said, looking at Harry who made a face. "Never tell her anything, okay? I've had enough of Argent killing my family."
Scott nodded, smiling.