A/N: hello. If you're wondering, yes this is the sequel to OADB. This will most likely be slow considering I just now thought of it. I hope you like it though xx

"Man sis, you look like you got drenched, rolled around on a muddy hill, then beat yourself up about it!"

"Shut up you bully."

Dillon smiled that goofy potato smile of his before hugging me tight. This was him. My brother was okay. I remember the last I saw him. Right before I left the only home I've ever known, just to prove how stubborn I was. He had at least one tear peeking out of the corner of his eye.

One hand of his was laid on my back, and the other was ontop of my head, holding me close to his body as possible. You know how some people have a certain scent about them? Like you smell their home and their surroundings? I got hit with a load of nostalgia when I hugged my brother. I wasn't sure whether to be sad or happy about it.

After a small and seemingly insignificant rumble of thunder, I pulled away from Dillon with bated breath,"How the hell did you find me?"

As he chuckled, a small breeze blew a pile of leaves beside Niall's driveway into the air and swirled off. "Tony hit me up. Said he saw you round his neighborhood..so I visited him and asked where you lived. I went there, but all I saw was an empty house, then I-"

I interrupted him with a grin,"Big brother powers?"

He rolled his eyes and playfully shoved me off of him, smiling,"Sure.."

I giggled and leaned forward to hug him again anyway.

"How's Mom?"

He wrapped one arm around me this time, and sighed as he looked off,"She misses the crap out of you. She's worried too.."

"I'm alright Dill! I-"

He shook his head,"Benny, you have bruises all over you and you look miserable, what the hell happened to you thinking you're alright?" His voice rose slightly, and just enough for the hair on my skin to rise. I snapped at him first, I expected this. I hated how everyone worried, I was old enough to do things myself. I loved my mother and all, but I needed to prove things to her especially. This was why I "ran away".

I frowned at him and remained silent. He looked hurt a little, seeing his little sister act this way. I know he did.

"Benny?"

I turned over my shoudler to see Brittany standing behind the screen door of Niall's front porch. She had a hand on the handle, about to turn it.

I smiled lightly at her to reassure her. "It's ok...he's my brother,"

"A brother who doesn't know what the hell is going on.." Dillon mumbled irritatingly.

I looked back at him, this time feeling sorry, and making sure to show it on my face. It seemed to put a small smile on his face at least.

Brittany laughed as the late fall wind started to pick up and blew my hair back,"Well come on in then, there's hot fresh tea!"

"You got cocoa?" Dillon asked as he started to follow me to the door.

"You're awfully picky for a houseguest.." She said.

Dillon chuckled, and made me turn to look at him. Yep, he had his flirty smile on, white teeth shining and "caramel eyes" , as some girls called them, glued too hers,"And you're awfully under dressed for it almost being winter.." He referred to her tank top and blue shorts, then her reddened face. Im sure it wasn't the breeze causing that. I rolled my eyes.

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*****somewhere in the forest*****

The soon to be brisk and wintery air whirled around the area, giving the atmosphere a slight chill. But the blood of the werewolves boiled up from the festivity and celebration, and the sanctimonious meat that was placed in the village. Voices were heard from a towering pine, and they weren't easily recognized.

"Isn't he an Alpha?"

"Of course he is, his induction ceremony is tonight after all."

"Why did he run away anyway?"

"Who knows...I heard he ran off to the human town close by here,"

Harry growled behind his hiding place consisting off a thick, and huge trunk of a pine tree.

"Really? Tch..probably for the human women staged up in that "bar". I hear they're delicious..."

"Raph seriously you're disgusting..."

"What? We've all been there, you can't just say that!"

"Do you want the Elders catching us saying that? Keep your voice down Em!"

A scatter and whoosh of leaves pricked Harry's ears, and soon the voices were gone. He sighed heavily after letting his guard down, then slouched down to the leave covered ground until his butt felt the cold, hard reality of it. He ran his hands through his hair that was trimmed now, and looked more presentable than before. They were just dolling him up for the ceremony though, he could'nt have given a single shit. He didn't want this, he didn't want any of this; to become an Alpha of his pack, leading it and help care for it. He didn't even know how he got on the candidate list for even being considered to be Alpha. It was too much responsibility for just him. All he wanted now was Benny.

"Benny.." He found himself whispering alone to himself, listening as his voice carried through the wind.

He clutched at his eyes and rubbed them softly before standing up.

Harry jumped when he merely turned slightly to his left to see Zayn standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Now Zayn, he looked the part of an Alpha. He looked cool, tough, and leaderly. Anyone would follow his orders, hell, he wasn't even an Alpha and people respected and treated him like one. Why wasn't Zayn chosen for any of this?

"Christ, Zayn..." Harry grabbed at his chest and breathed out shakily in fear.

"Sorry bout that Harold.." When Zayn breathed out, a gust of air blew through his lips, like he was a calm and collected dragon breathing out steam.

Harry wasn't exactly over what Zayn had done, he didn't think he would ever be. He didn't consider Zayn a friend really, even before this. They were just acquaintances, and neighbors, despite playing with Zayn and the others as pups. Harry knew now that he didn't like Zayn very much.

Harry hid the scowl on his face and rubbed the back of his cool neck, warming up the skin, and the hair that stood up on it from the cold. Zayn watched him with attentive eyes, curiously observing him. It made Harry want to punch him in the throat.

"What is it?" Harry grumbled in an almost scary growl, turning his gaze to Zayn who was now walking in front of him, the leaves below them crunching with every step.

"Everyone's waiting on you," Zayn shrugged,"we can't start this thing without you being there."

Harry growled to himself as he looked down at the ground, making Zayn tense at look over at him. "I don't see what the big deal is with you Harry. Being an Alpha is the highest honor in this pack. And we need people to help when the South pack attacks.."

Harry spat,"Then why can't you do it? Why can't you be an Alpha and help everyone? Why do I have to this? Don't I have a freaking choice?"

"Harry, Harry calm down..." When Harry started speaking rapidly and on and on, Zayn soothed himself first before taking a step in the leaves towards him, in attempt to touch his shoulder.

Harry flinched away from him and bared his fangs, when he blinked, his eyes were bright yellow. "Don't comfort me."

Zayn nodded slowly before backing up and refraining his hand from Harry's bubble of space. It was very big at this point, Zayn thought. "I know you don't want to. And I know this is a lot of responsibility.." Zayn's tone suddenly changed from calm and comforting to stern and scolding. "But you owe it to your pack to do this! You can't just back out on it! Louis, Lars and I, went all over looking for-"

"Shut up! I don't ever want to hear that fucking name again!" Harry shouted amongst the trees surrounding them, the sound echoed on the bark. Birds chirped and cawed, flying away from the sudden noise.

Zayn did shut up, and clenched his fists. He was now glaring at Harry, noting his sharp fangs and bright eyes. He knew Harry could beat him at a fight. He didn't even want to try, but after this ceremony, Harry would be deadly. If he was going to pick a fight, he'd have a better chance now then after. Maybe this was why he was chosen.

The two men stared at each other in intense silence before a howl was heard a few miles away into the woods.

Harry and Zayn both tilted their heads at the noise, then looked back at each other. Zayn was now back into his cool self, and jerked his chin at the tall hill beside him that lead to the village a few miles from where they were,"Come on.."

Harry growled low in his chest and kept eye contact with Zayn the whole way through until he was standing at the top of the hill, waiting for him. Harry felt sick to his stomach, and his head was pulsing, but he followed Zayn back to the village, where a large bonfire and a delicious smell of meat awaited him.

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Harry remembered little of what took place in the villages but he did remember the raw smell, the cheers. And the howls.

The Elders all gathered around a stone circle with mosaic tiles in the middle, it certainly looked like a place of importance. More like sacrificing, Harry thought. After filling up with some fresh lamb, and chatting subtly with some of the people he knew, and didn't know, Harry was brought forward in front of everyone in front of the large bonfire and into the circle.

The scent of blood was extremely strong, and almost made Harry wince and pinch his nose. He was nervous. He didn't know what to expect but he knew he wasn't going to like it. He wasn't ready for any of this. Well, what else was he going to do?

"Harry Edward Styles, son of Desmond Styles, may his soul rest in peace in the Eternal Forest with Anne..." The man Harry recognized as the youngest Elder spoke, and shut his eyes at the mention of his father. Harry did the same and silently pictured his parents in his mind. They would be so proud of him.

"You are brought here to be initiated, and recognized by our pack, as an Alpha. The responsibilities, risk, and trust are high, but there are others you will learn from." He gestured towards some people of the group encircling Harry behind the Elders. He saw a few men he didn't quite know, but they looked scary. And Harry was over 100 years old.

"Harold, step into the center of the circle.."

Harry gazed at them, then looked behind him at the fire before taking the few steps it took to be in the center. People started chanting, some humming, and some singing. Harry knew his history was a bit tribal, but he had never heard anything like this,p. This...song? It was soft, but quick. It had a gothic theme to it. Harry shivered all over.

When he got closer, he realized that the Elders were hooded and covered in black. Harry felt oddly like he was going into a cult. He wouldn't be surprised.

As the songs volume grew, Harry felt all of the hair on his body rise. A small, light glow emanated around him. He gasped when he looked down and saw he was floating.

The rest of the night was erased from his memory when an immense pain hit his head, he was forced to shut his eyes. What looked like blood, or the image of blood, swirled around his floating figure. He smelled it, he tasted it. He licked his lips. The song got even faster, and Harry's heart was now beating faster than the drums that played. His whole body was now in searing pain, so he let out a low howl and started snarling as he felt his muscles grow.

Harry opened his eyes, and all he saw was red.