"What did I tell you Benny? Hmm?"

"Shut up! Just shut up Dillon!" I yelled as tears rolled.

He didn't even seem to care that I was upset currently, if he did, he wasn't doing a good job of showing it. He was in the proud and boyish 'i was right' mood.

"Why the fuck is he even here right now?" He raised his voice as I did and was staring at my back as I faced the kitchen with my face in my hands.

"I don't know okay?! I was going to talk to him, but then you flipped shit!"

"Of course I flipped shit! He was suddenly in your bedroom for God's sake!"

I violently turned around and cried at Dillon,"This is none of your business, Dillon! I said I could handle it, and I am!"

Dillon scoffed and rolled his eyes that looked oh so punchable right now,"Yeah, you're handling it sooo well, Sis. Crying about it like a baby!" In the split second the words spewed out of his mouth my eyes widened, and so did his. He placed a hand on his chest, as if the words wounded him more than they did me. "Benny..I didn't..I.."

I wanted to slap him, much like everyone else in this house. But I didn't.  Instead, I wiped both of my eyes and sprinted right out of the door. The same door Harry ran out of when he ran away. Thinking about that, and past events, the tears just kept coming. I wasn't running away. I wanted a place to cry. My room was the most plausible, but the whole reason for this particular breakdown was taking that over. The next was my car .

You know, when I got in the car, I considered driving over to Tony's. Then I remembered I didn't have his address. But, I did have his number.

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Harry wasn't sure what to do. He felt slightly more normal then he'd ever been since last night. His emotions were more in his control now.

He sat motionless on Benny's bed, where he had..taken her, so to speak. He almost felt dirty for doing so. Frustrated, he raked his hand over his mane, leaving his hand on his head.

He knew this would need to happen again. His primal instincts would take over, and he'd almost have no control. One thing that made him feel slightly better was that Benny would be affected to. She'd be wanting it. She would get the same urges he would, now that he had sex with her. That's how the process worked.

"My Gods.." Harry mumbled, staring now at his feet.

Benny looked so hurt. His mate, his  heart was damaged. He just couldn't get over it.

Harry decided to get up off of Benny's bed, and maybe somehow console her. He just didn't know how yet. When he got down to it, all he had to do was explain. So that's what he was going to do.

Dillon stopped him just before he exited her room.

"You're still here?" His voice was coated in anger and frustration. Probably annoyed too.

"Yes.." Harry mumbled a reply, taking a step back from him. This man wasn't the least bit intimidating, but he wanted to avoid a skirmish, especially if it was with his mate's kin.

"Benny left." Was all he said, eyes still narrowed at this new person of his sister's.

"She..what?"

"She left." Dillon grumbled out through gritted teeth. "She went outside and drove off. Hell if I know where.."

Harry's heart starting to pump faster than normal, and he had a sudden urge to move. "I have to go find her."

He started to move, but Dillon still stood in his way, as if he was a match for him. "Like hell you are!"

"What exactly do you expect me to do?" Harry asked, crossing his arms,"Stay here?"

That shut Dillon up, his muscles in his body as well as his jaw became more tense. He looked like he was about to say something, but he couldn't figure out what. He looked stupid and stumped. Harry found himself grinning.

"Stop smiling at me, asshole."

Harry just shook his head,"I can't help it.."

"You got a problem with me? Huh?" Dillon anxiously jerked his thumb at himself.

Harry noticed and took into consideration his stance. He was much more aware of everything now than he ever was. This human was a little frightened and confused with himself. He was attempting the tactic of seeming intimidating to pawn off his fright.

"No." He lied. "I don't have any problem with you."

"Well I do!" Dillon took a step forward, and while doing so, Harry observed him for merely a split second. This was definitely one of Benny's family.

Harry took another step in Dillons direction, making sure to appear taller, bigger and more intimidating, though his conscious begged him not to,"What seems to be the problem here then?"

"Oh, I'll tell you." The human male did the same, testosterone pumping through both of their bodies. "You broke my little sisters heart, and left her like a piece of shit couch left to rot on the side of your house."

"Interesting simile. I'll tell Benny that you refer to her as an old couch." Harry said, somewhat amused.

His cocky attitude threw Dillon off and only made him angrier,"Watch it, smart ass...or I'll kick your jaw in until you can't make anymore smart ass comments."

"I'd honestly like to see you try.." He purred, allowing his fangs to bare, but kept his lips together so Dillon had no chance of seeing them.

Dillon was a little caught off guard, and honestly a little frightened as well, even if he didn't want to admit it. He couldn't let him go after Benny. He had already hurt her. And who the hell knew what they were doing while he was gone.

"How old are you?" Dillon said after a few moments of silence, his fists clenched.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." Harry simply said.

"Try me. I know you're not really a fucking werewolf. Come on I'm not a 14 year old girl." Dillion's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms and looked Harry over as his stance shifted. He was bluffing. He was pushing Harry, and Harry knew it.

Harry decided and convinced himself he needed to prove to this mortal just how much better he was than him. Similar to a situation where a young buck was showing off in front of an older, more experienced, and more tougher buck. The lack of wolf references aside, Harry let Dillon know just what was up by allowing himself to somewhat shift into his wolf form. His eyes were now the dark red they were when he awoke from the ritual, and his fangs were more prominent, especially in his mouths position, which was open, showing his sharp teeth.

Dillon was somewhat phased, but he wasn't reacting the way he had hoped. "S-so? You got some fucking color contacts or something and-"

With a roar that Harry never knew he could make, Harry lurched forward and shoved Dillon into the wall, holding him up with ease with one hand gripping and holding his collar. Dillon gasped in shock, and for breath the moment he felt his feet pick up off the ground not on his own word.

With his back against the wall, and his body shaking, Dillon watched in fear as he saw Harry's eyes glow blood red up close. He saw the lust, and the hunger inside of him. If these were color contacts, they must've been some pretty good shit.

Harry's throat rumbled a she spoke, eyes locked onto Benny's brothers,"I am Harry Edward Styles. 122 years old, and most recently.." Harry wet his lips and licked at his sharp fangs with the tip of his tongue,"An Alpha."

"This is some awful werewolf shit.." Dillon whispered, scarce and exasperated.

After that, Harry let go of Dillons shirt and let him fall to the ground. The young man crumpled up onto the floor first, regained himself and his breath, then slowly stood up.

Harry, with his eyes still red and fangs still out, walked past the man who was now longer his problem or priority. He had a mission, and he was going to fulfill it. He had a need, and he was going to accomplish it.

"I'm going to find Benny."

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"Shit, Benny. You do have some problems."

"Tell me about it.." I ironically said after telling him so, still sitting on his couch where I kneeled and drank apple juice.

Tony sighed and crossed his legs from one side to the other,"So Trent's coming back? How soon?"

I shook my head and set my plastic cup down on a nearby coaster on the desk in front of me,"My God, I don't think I could handle if he came back right now.."

"You guys were really really close from what I remember." Tony nodded and stretched his biceps out, placing his hands above his head while he sat in the chair next to me, "Always giggling..kissing and being affectionate. It was kinda cute." He admitted, giving me a small smile.

"Thanks for putting the knife back in my wound, Tony." I saltily added.

He grinned at my playfully pained expression,"I didn't mean it like that..but..are you okay?"

"Fine.." I said before I involuntarily rubbed my neck. I felt something I never thought I'd feel before ever, especially on my neck.

There were two very small bumps a few inches apart from each other right on the front of my neck just above my collarbone. It was red, but not bleeding. I had looked at it and instantly my mind began to race. Thankfully, Tony was paying me no mind and answering a text he had gotten on his phone.

"I think you'll feel a lot better when he comes back. Trust me."

"Y-yeah.." I whispered under my breath. I could practically feel my heart pounding. My eyes were widened and dilated, and when Tony looked my way I instantly stood up and removed my hand from the strange mark on my neck. I hoped and prayed to god that it was a weird ass bug bite. Or did I?

"I-I gotta pee..be right back."

I needed a mirror, I needed to see. How could I not have felt it? I barely remembered!

"Sure. Bathrooms just down there." Tony gestured with his muscular bicep behind him down a short hallway. His eyes laid on me, making me blush. He appeared not to notice the mark like I did and smiled at me.

"Thanks." I mumbled before walking squarely across the room and past his figure. When I walked into the somewhat dimly lit hallway I shivered. Not because I was cold, but possibly because I was nervous, and I might've been trying to recall when I got this weird mark. If it was what I feared--I still needed time to figure out how I felt about it.

I flipped the light switch on in Tonys bathroom, and that was when I stared right in front of my reflection in the large wall mirror that sat like a huge painting on Tonys bathroom wall.

There was a streak of red against my neck. It almost reminded me of a vampire bite, but it wasn't, ironically ironic. Hah.

The thought made me laugh, but it stepped cautiously closer to the mirror with a frown on my face, and my fingertips grazing over this new "mark".

It truly looked as of I had been marked by something, and it wasn't just another hickey. It appeared that way at first glance, but now that I was looking at it close, I let out a soft gasp and felt that the spot was sore and sensitive. If Tony really did see it, he probably would've thought nothing of it and figured it was a love bite. Then again, back in high school Trent had decorated my neck in love bites at one point. It was our first somewhat sexual experience, and we very much got carried away, and Tony would not shut his mouth about it. 

I breathed a soft laugh when I recalled the memory, then sighed. I brushed my hair across the mark, satisfied that it was long enough to cover it. That was when I frowned again and thought about Harry. If this was his doing, and I'm pretty sure it was, what the hell was supposed to happen now?

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Harry growled in a low and gruff tone when the scent of Benny mixed with a new males cologne hit his nose. His eyes began to redden again in color. This encounter was most likely going to be a lot more interesting then when he met Dillon. This was an unrelated male, one that Benny had known for a long time. Harry would be understating himself to say that he was jealous. He realized maybe that he was being a tad possessive, but at this point Harry was a mixed bottle of emotions, and he was sure Benny was as well.

Harry had walked again this time to 'Tony's house. He speed walked, and eventually after a few blocks he was there. The house was nice, nicer than Benny's even, and still had a new, just moved in smell.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks just a few feet before the front door. His eyes dilated and widened. If he was in his other form, his fur would've stood on end and his ears as well as his lips would curl back. His teeth gritted instead, and his jaw clenched up tight.

"Are you fucking serious?"

He smelled a Hunter amidst him.