Hey there all you cool cats and kittens!

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Hope everyone is handling quarantine well and none of you ladies out there have snapped and covered your husbands in sardine oil,,lol. My husband is still working as of right now so my sardine oil is still safely in the fridge. It's been a while since I updated this fic and I doubt I will stick with it, but I hope you enjoy this update anyway.

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***HP

Walking into the omega's room with the plush wolf in his hands, Stiles sat down on the floor a few feet away from the cowering and trembling wolf cub. Brushing a few pieces of dust off of the wolf toy, he held it out to the omega. "Thanks for kicking Jackson's ass for me, Harry, and for healing me. You're a good pup."

Whimpering, and still holding his head to the side, Harry gently clasped the toy between his teeth then crawled back to his corner.

Stiles felt horrible that Harry was still hurting while he was all healed up. He was also feeling a little shocked that Harry had come to his defense. Jackson was big and intimidating, but Harry hadn't hesitated to launch himself at him when Jackson attacked him. He wished that there was a way that he could take Harry's pain, but he was only human.

As if reading his thoughts, Derek entered the bedroom, placing a gentle hand on Stiles' shoulder. "It's alright, I'll see to the pup. Why don't you head home and get some sleep?"

Stiles leaned in to his alpha's touch. "Will Harry be alright?"

Derek pursed his lips thoughtfully. "When we took Harry in we expected to have both good days, and bad days. As it turns out, today was a little bit of both. Harry defended you against Jackson, that tells me that he sees you as pack. We also discovered that Harry has the ability to heal others, I just wish I would have known that before scaring him. He's hurting and scared right now, but I believe that he will be fine after some reassurance."

Stiles looked sadly at the cowering wolf pup. "He touched you."

Derek grinned softly as he remembered Harry wrapping himself around his legs. "He did, he sought me out for protection and comfort."

"He understands that you're the alpha," Stiles said his face lighting up. "He understands that you're his alpha."

Derek questioned how much the omega understood when the pup lifted his head and looked at him curiously. "That's right, pup, I'm your alpha and you're my omega. I'll always protect you."

Derek waited until Stiles left the room before approaching the omega. This time, instead of shifting, he walked up to Harry, took a seat on the floor next to him, and despite the young wolf being tense, he placed his hand on his head and started drawing his pain away. "Relax, pup, I won't hurt you. I'm very proud of you for defending Stiles, for defending your pack, you did good. You're a good pup."

Derek gasped softly when Harry shifted back to his human form under his hand and then placed his head in his lap. Harry was trembling and had his eyes clenched tightly shut, but he had placed his head in his lap all on his own. Continuing to take the boy's pain away, he watched as the cut next to his eye started closing.

When the black faded from his veins, Derek knew that Harry was no longer in pain, but he kept his hand on the omega's head and started running his fingers through his hair. Closing his own eyes, he started humming the lullaby that he has heard Harry hum while resting on John. He couldn't believe that after viciously snarling at him that Harry would still trust him, but with his thumb in his mouth, the omega started drifting off to sleep.

***HP

Derek gave a subtle shake of his head, warning his betas not to say or do anything. They were all sitting around the living room watching a movie with boxes of pizzas spread out on the coffee table, and Harry, who had been asleep in his room when the food arrived, was now shuffling out on his hands and knees with his nose up in the air sniffing.

Since Harry's arrival they had cut back on the greasy junk food because of his health, but everyone was asking for pizza so he had given in. He had honestly expected the pizza to be gone before Harry had a chance to get any since his betas ate like the pack of wolves they were, but the smell of the pizza woke the omega who was now curiously following his nose to the new scent.

Harry had gotten better at being around the pack, but he still kept himself to the outside of whatever room they were in, unless John was visiting. Whenever John was at the house Harry would glue himself to the sheriff, even if others were in the room. This was the first time for Harry to crawl in the middle of a room surrounded by everyone without John present, all because of the scent of pizza.

Following his nose, Harry got up onto his knees by the coffee table, eyes glued on the boxes of pizza that were laid out with their tops open. Leaning in, he took a big whiff, a small whimper escaping his throat. Looking up at Derek, he tilted his head to the side then made a small chirping sound.

"I think he's asking for some?" Peter whispered to his nephew.

"Would you like some, Harry?" Derek asked as he stood up and approached the omega.

Harry stared a long time at Derek before shyly nodding his head. Gasps could be heard throughout the room, but Derek quickly silenced them. Kneeling next to the omega, he smiled at the boy. "Which kind would you like?"

Chewing on his bottom lip, Harry sniffed all the pizzas, until he stopped at the one with bacon on it. Looking back up at Derek, Harry made another chirping noise, his face breaking out into a small grin.

"Bacon it is," Derek grinned proudly as he grabbed a plate with one hand and ruffled the omega's hair with the other. Isaac, who was sitting closest to the bacon pizza, sat up and placed a slice on the plate Derek was holding.

Instead of scurrying back to his room or hiding behind or under something, Harry sat back on his butt, his plate clutched in his hands. Bringing his plate up to his nose, he sniffed it again before taking a small bite out of the pizza. Eyes widening, he looked up at Derek, a bit of tomato sauce sticking to the corner of his mouth.

Chuckling, Derek reached out with a napkin and wiped Harry's mouth. "Do you like it?" He asked, his heart melting over the fact that the omega was allowing him to touch him so much. Touch was very important to a wolf, as important as food, Harry allowing him to touch him was going to help with his recovery.

Harry took another bite before nodding his head, a silly grin on his face.

"He understands what your saying," Lydia pointed out.

"Has he understood us the entire time?" Scott asked with a frown.

"Perhaps," Peter answered, "Or perhaps he is just coming out of his feral state and he now understands what we're saying."

Finishing his pizza, Harry looked up at Derek, his green eyes wide and pleading. "You don't have to give me sad puppy dog eyes, pup, you can have more pizza." Snagging another slice, he handed it to the omega who was looking at him as if he hung the moon. "You're a good pup for asking," he praised, not missing at how Harry gave a little wiggle at his words.

Derek was so proud of the omega, he never thought that the boy would come this far. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but the chances of Harry making a full recovery, or at least a functional recovery, was pretty good. They still had a long road ahead of them, and he was sure there were going to be plenty more bumps and setbacks, but Harry was pack now and he was going to do everything within his power to help his omega.

***HP

Stiles was startled out of his research when a head of messy black hair inserted itself between him and his laptop. Instead of sitting at the table or on the couch, he had opted to sit on the floor, his legs out in front of him and his back resting against the couch. He was once again home alone with Harry, the rest of the pack were running a training course Derek had set up. He didn't mind sitting the course out, he had been having nightmares the past week so he was exhausted from lack of sleep.

"Uh, Harry, can I help you?" Stiles asked unsurely as he looked down at the green eyed omega. While Harry had gone ape shit on Jackson to protect him, then healed his broken ribs, Harry kept his distance from everyone except his dad, and occasionally Derek. It was his dad Harry was most comfortable with, so he didn't know what to make of Harry getting up in his face.

Grinning goofily, Harry tapped on the laptop then laid his head on Stiles' stomach. Not sure exactly what the omega wanted, Stiles did a quick search, finding online kids books that he could read to Harry that had bright, colorful pictures. He thought about putting YouTube videos of animals on, but he decided him reading would be more personal and help Harry get use to his voice.

Stiles didn't know how much Harry understood, but he knew the omega had spent his entire life trapped in a basement then drugged out of his mind in a Wizarding hospital, the poor kid has never been outside. Even though Harry was almost sixteen, he decided to start with something simple, yet educational. "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, what do you see?" He read.

Feeling rejuvenated after spending three hours out with his pack getting to run and be one with nature, Derek entered his house, freezing when his eyes landed on Stiles and Harry. Both boys were sound asleep on the floor, Stiles laying on his back with a mound of pillows keeping him slightly inclined, and Harry laying damn near on top of Stiles, his head tucked under Stiles' chin.

Eyes widening, Derek couldn't believe what he was seeing. Harry has slowly been making progress, but this was huge. He had never seen the small omega look so peaceful and content. Other than his still wild looking appearance, he almost looked like a normal kid snuggling with his best friend. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Shh," Derek warned in a whisper as his uncle stepped in next to him. "Don't wake them up." Motioning for his uncle to back out of the house, he quietly closed the door.

"Did I just see our feral little omega sleeping with Stilinski?" Peter asked in awe. "Not just sleeping with, but draped almost over him?"

Derek grinned softly. "I honestly doubted that we'd be able to gain his trust, I thought Harry was too far gone, but the kid is still in there fighting to come out. This isn't just good for Harry, but also for Stiles. Stiles has been extremely stressed lately and hasn't been sleeping."

"Why out of everyone did he choose Stiles?" Peter asked curiously. "I mean, he's by far my favorite beta, Stiles is smart, loyal and funny, but what attracted the omega to him? You'd think Harry would have gravitated towards one of the wolves over a human."

Derek shrugged his shoulders. "I think there are multiple reasons, but I think the main one is, is that Stiles is John's son and their scents are very similar. Stiles was also the first one to attempt to reach out to Harry by gifting him that stuffed animal. Also, out of all the betas, when Harry first arrived, Stiles really wasn't scared of him. The rest of the betas the first few weeks acted like Harry was a time bomb set to go off, while Stiles was just curious and researched ways to help him."

Peter nodded his head in agreement. "The omega may also feel less threatened by Stiles since he is human."

"I don't know," Derek said darkly. "It was humans that kept Harry locked in a basement and abused him all his life. If anything you'd think he'd be more scared of humans."

"Well, whatever the reason, this is a good thing." Peter grinned. "There may be hope for the wildling after all."

***HP

Derek stood before his pack, a serious expression on his face. Everyone was assembled, including Parrish, Remus, Chris Argent and John. Normally he wouldn't invite Argent to a pack meeting, but as the local hunter, and someone he was finding himself actually getting along with and working well with, he had invited him to this meeting since in a way it did concern him and the town.

Derek's eyes softened when he looked at John and Harry, the omega had his head in John's lap rumbling softly as John massaged his head. They were soon going to have to tackle the rats nest that was the boy's hair, it was getting worse by the day.

"We gave him a chance, Derek. Once a douche, always a douche!" Stiles huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"We can't kick him out of Beacon Hills," Scott argued, trying to be the voice of reason. "And we can't kill him!" He said, glaring at his best friend when Stiles opened his mouth.

"He also can't remain in Beacon Hills without a pack," Chris pointed out seriously. "Everyone here knows what happens to a wolf without a pack."

"Then let's give him a second chance."

Stiles rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh my god, Scotty!" Stiles cried. "We have given Jackson a second chance...and a third and a fourth. Jackson's an ass with an ego bigger than Peter's bank account. Did you forget that he tried to kill me?"

"He wasn't going to kill you, Stiles," Scott sighed.

"He broke bones!"

"I'm with the human on this," Peter said, giving Stiles a wink.

"Jackson's not that bad," Lydia spoke up, defending her ex-boyfriend even though he had shattered her heart when he moved away without a care for her. "Jackson is rich and drop dead gorgeous, but his insecurities causes him to lash out."

Stiles threw his hands up in frustration. "So it's okay that he beat me up and broke my ribs because he has fucking daddy issues!"

"Language," John reprimanded.

Harry lifted his head up, cocking it to the side as he looked at John. "Da!"

John"s hand froze in Harry's hair, his mouth dropping open in shock. "Did...did you just say dad?"

"Da!" Harry repeated as he patted John on his chest. "Da!"

"Holy shit!" Stiles choked out, damn near falling out of the chair he was sitting in.

Remus was speechless as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Harry was talking, it was a miracle. It kind of hurt that his cub was calling another man his dad, but he knew that James, if he were alive, would just be happy that Harry was talking and communicating. Not only was he talking, but he had been following their conversation. He didn't know how much Harry understood, but he recognized the word dad.

John looked to Derek in shock. "He called me dad."

Harry nodded his head. "Da!" He repeated once again before laying his head back on John's lap.

Approaching the pair, Derek dropped to his knees in front of John. "Harry, do you understand everything that we're saying?"

Harry blinked owlishly at Derek, but he didn't say or do anything. Closing his eyes, Harry started humming his lullaby, his thumb finding its way to his mouth.

"Wow, man, that's crazy." Scott chuckled, turning to Stiles. "Harry thinks your dad is his."

"Yeah, doesn't that make you jealous?" Isaac asked, not unkindly, just curious.

Stiles looked over to his dad and the omega. Was he jealous? He didn't think so, even if there was a small part of him that wished he could switch places with Harry. He couldn't remember the last time he got to sit and just snuggle with his dad. "I'm not jealous, it's actually kinda cool. My dad is the best dad, if there's anyone that can help Harry, it's him."

"At least he's not biting me anymore," Chris chuckled as he rubbed his side. He'd always carry the scars of his first few months with the omega.

"You know I love you, kid, right?" John said, his eyes searching Stiles' face for any doubt. "I know I don't say it enough, but you are my reason for living."

"Don't be a sap," Stiles chuckled, but his eyes were suspiciously wet. "I know you love me, dad. I love you too."

"Da!" Harry said sleepily from around his thumb.

"Well, as entertaining as that was," Peter sniffed, "I believe we still have the issue of Mr. Whittmore to take care of."

Derek sighed tiredly. "I don't want to run him out of town, but I don't really trust him, especially not with Harry. Jackson seemed to take an instant dislike to Harry."

"Jealousy!" Stiles smirked. "The prick is jealous of Harry and the fact that we like him better than him."

"I can have a talk with him," Chris offered ominously. "I can explain to him in great detail how hunters handle omega wolves. I can even force him to watch footage of an omega hunt and put down."

Isaac paled. "That sounds terrifying. You actually videoed killing a wolf?"

"Me? No, but my father has made plenty of educational videos, as he calls him. I can put the fear of being packless into him."

Remus grimaced. "He's just a kid. A troubled kid with anger issues, I get that, but he's still just a kid."

"He's going to be a very dangerous kid soon, Remus, if he stays packless." Chris said seriously. "You're a wizard, you suffered, but you were able to live without a pack to keep you sane. Jackson isn't a wizard. It's just a matter of time before he starts losing control and killing innocents."

"He's already unstable," Derek agreed. "Let me talk with him first, if he refuses to listen, then he's all yours Chris."

***HP

Derek chuckled when Harry followed him into the kitchen, still crawling on his hands and knees, a children's book clutched safely under his arm along with his stuffed wolf. Ever since the night Stiles read books on the computer to Harry, the omega had been obsessed with books. He couldn't read, at least they were pretty sure he couldn't, but he could sit for hours just looking at the pictures. His favorites were books with animal pictures in them.

Derek found Harry to be incredibly confusing at times. There were times that he'd look at you like he knew exactly what you were saying, then there were times that he looked at you like a toddler, not understanding anything but a few small words. Harry was making tremendous progress, he just wished he could get into the omega's head so he could understand him better. He just wanted to do everything within in his power to help Harry, he had come to care a great deal for the adorable omega.

There were times where Derek had to remind himself multiple times a day that he had to patient, that he couldn't push Harry. Harry was straddling the fence between animal and human with his animal side being stronger. There was just so much he wanted to teach him though, like walking upright, eating at the table, taking a bath and using the bathroom. Remus was still magically taking care of Harry's personal hygiene. He wanted so much for Harry, who he knew was still in there peeking out from behind his wolf, that it was hard for him to not push for more. He could try to guide Harry, but he couldn't force him.

Walking to the refrigerator, Derek started pulling ingredients out to make lasagna, frowning when he couldn't find the mozzarella. Remembering that he put the cheese in the basement refrigerator so his betas wouldn't find it, he placed his other ingredients on the table before bending down to peek at Harry, who was sitting under the table flipping through his book. "Harry, I'll be back in a minute, I need to get something from the basement." Straightening back up, he missed as all the color drained from Harry's face as the omega started violently shaking.

It only took Derek a minute to grab the cheese then head back for the stairs, but he froze when he looked up and spotted Harry at the top of the steps, a look of absolute horror on his too pale face as he stared down at him with blind fear in his eyes. "Shit!" He cursed softly when it dawned on him that he was in the basement and it was the first time Harry was seeing it. Harry following him into the kitchen was new, he hadn't thought before going into the basement, a place where Harry was locked away and tortured for years.

Harry let out a blood curdling scream as he flew backwards, his back slamming painfully into the cabinet. Derek took the steps three at a time as he raced to the top, his heart breaking when he found Harry curled up in a fetal position crying his eyes out. "Harry, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

Derek went to approach the hysterical omega, but the boy screaming at the top of his lungs froze him, his hands clamping over his sensitive ears. "So'wy! So'wy! So'wy!" Harry screamed as he lashed out at Derek when he got close to him. "So'wy! Da! Da! Da!"

Derek tried comforting Harry, but the omega sunk his teeth into his hand as hard as he could. Yanking his bleeding hand back, Derek scooted away from Harry, hoping that it would help settle him. "Harry, you're safe. You're safe, pup, I promise. I'm not going to hurt you."

Harry looked wildly around the room. "Da! Da!" He screamed desperately. "Da!"

"Dad!" Derek repeated as he quickly fumbled for his phone that was in his jean's pocket. "I'll get you John, Harry. Everything is going to be okay."

***HP

John came bursting into the house, Harry's blood curdling screams ringing in his ears. He could hear the poor omega's terrified screams from inside his car the second he pulled up. He had been in an important meeting with the mayor when Derek called, but the second he heard what happened, he dropped everything and rushed out. It was a good thing that he was the sheriff, he broke multiple laws in his panic to get to the pack house.

As John sprinted through the living room, he noticed Isaac sitting on the couch with his hands covering his ears, large tears falling from his eyes. He felt bad for the kid, this must be stirring up some horrible memories of the abuse he suffered at his dad's hands. His fatherly instincts were screaming at him to comfort the traumatized teenager, but he had to get to Harry. Not only were the boy's screams for his da breaking his heart, but the sooner he got Harry settled, the sooner the screaming would stop and hopefully that would help calm Isaac.

Entering the kitchen, John took a half a second to assess the situation. He was a trained cop with over twenty years experience, he didn't need more then a second to piece together what was going on and what needed to be done. "Derek, see to Isaac!" He barked to the stunned and horrified looking alpha who was sitting a few feet from Harry on the floor, his arms bleeding from multiple bite wounds that were slowly healing. Derek looked like hell, like he had just seen the Grim Reaper coming to reap his soul.

"I can't leave him!" Derek cried brokenly.

"Derek, right now he's associating you with the basement. Go and see to Isaac, he's not handling this well."

With one last look to Harry, Derek got up. "I'm sorry," he said brokenly as he left the kitchen feeling like a failure.

Rubbing his shaky hands down his face, John knelt down in front of Harry. Seeing Harry like this, screaming, his pupils blown wide with fear, broke something inside of him. He had come to see Harry as another son and he loved him dearly. He has never seen such fear in a person before, it was actually terrifying to witness.

"Harry," John called out softly, knowing that it would only terrify the boy more if he talked loud. "Harry, son, come on, it's me, dad." He wasn't sure about calling himself dad, but Harry had been calling him dad for a few days now and he was willing to try anything to snap the little wolf out of his panic attack.

"So'wy! So'wy!" Harry screamed in terror, his eyes unfocused. "No hurt! No hurt! I good pup! No hurt!"

"Oh, baby, you are a good pup. You are such a good pup. Come on, Harry, look at me," John pleaded. "Come on, pup, I need you to listen to my voice. Daddy is here, love."

"Da!" Harry sobbed, his eyes blinking rapidly as he finally looked to John. "No hurt, da! So'wy! I good pup. No go down."

John desperately wanted to pull Harry into his arms, but he couldn't, not with the condition he was in. He wasn't scared of being bitten, even though he wasn't eager to experience that, he just didn't want to make the situation worse. Right now Harry was reliving past abuse, unwanted touch was the last thing the omega needed.

Forcing himself to steady his trembling hand, John held it out. "Come on, pup, it's okay. I promise, little one, that I won't let anyone hurt you. No hurt, pup, no hurt. Good pup."

Still sobbing, so hard he was struggling to breath, Harry launched himself at John. "No down! No down! I so'wy, I good pup. No hurt!"

Harry slammed into John with such force that he knocked him back on his butt. Wrapping his arms around the hysterical boy, John started rocking back and forth, ignoring the fact that Harry's claws were digging painfully into his back. "Easy, son, I have you. I have you, Harry. No one here is going to hurt you."

"Da! Da!" Harry cried as he tried bury his entire body into John. "Da!"

There wasn't much John could do for Harry other then hold him until he calmed. Settling himself in for the long haul, he rested his back against the counter then started humming Harry's lullaby. The young wolf was still crying and begging not to be hurt, but his screams weren't as loud or as intense.

***HP

Derek could barely breath and he felt as though he was going to vomit. Stumbling out of the kitchen, he fell to his knee, sobs wracking his body. He could hear the omega pleading with John for him not to be hurt, that he was a good pup, and it was tearing him apart. This was his fault, all his fault. He shouldn't have went down the basement! He should have thought before doing something so fucking stupid.

"Derek!" Isaac asked timidly as he cautiously approached his alpha.

Derek slowly lifted his head, inhaling sharply when he saw how wrecked his beta looked. Pulling himself together, he stood up then dragged Isaac to him, wrapping him tightly in a hug. "He's going to be okay, Isaac, John has him."

Isaac buried his face in his alpha's neck, deeply inhaling his scent. "I-I use to scream like that when my d-dad locked me in the f-freezer." He cried. "I can't, alpha. I can't listen to him."

Derek didn't want to leave Harry, but there was nothing he could do for him. Isaac needed him though, and he could help him. "Let's go for a run, pup."

Crying, Isaac jerkily nodded his head.

***HP

John was resting his head in his hands, sitting at the kitchen table with an untouched cup of coffee in front of him. He loved coffee, but he needed something much, much stronger to help him settle his nerves after the past three hours of pure hell he just had to lived through. As badly as he wanted alcohol, he knew that there was no way his weak stomach could handle it. He was too close to vomiting as it was.

"I have witnessed some pretty horrible shit in my twenty plus years as a cop, but that was by far the worst."

Still feeling shaky, Derek took a seat across from the sheriff. He had stayed away for two hours with Isaac, until his beta was settled enough to go to Scott's for the night, then with dread settling in the pit of his stomach, he returned home. He was relieved upon return to find Harry asleep, clinging to John still on the kitchen floor. As gently as he could, he picked up the omega then carried him to his room, tucking him in with his wolf and favorite book.

"You should let me call Deaton in to see to those punctures in your back." Derek said tiredly. Harry, in his panic, had buried his claws deep into the sheriff's back. Seeing John's blood soaked shirt after helping him to get up of the floor had made his guilt a hundred times worse.

"After what happened, I can't deal with that man's cryptic bullshit. I'll get Mel to stitch me up."

Derek grimaced, unfortunately John's wounds were deep enough to require stitching. "I-I wasn't thinking when I went down the basement. I was just getting cheese for the lasagna. Harry was looking at his book under the table, it didn't even cross my mind to not go down the basement with him in the room. I really fucked up!"

John blew out a loud breath. "You did, but you're only human. Well, human werewolf, but you know what I mean. You can't beat yourself up over this though, with someone as damaged as Harry, shit like this is going to happen."

"That doesn't make me feel any better. Not only did I traumatize Harry, but I also triggered Isaac. Fuck, I'm a shit alpha. Harry is never going to trust me again."

"He will," John tried reassuring. "This may put him back at square one, but he will get over it and learn to trust again."

"I'm going to have nightmares of his screams for months." Derek said, choking on the lump in his throat.

"You and me both, kid. I better text Mel and see if she can come over to stitch me up before I bleed to death. If you don't mind, I'd like to crash here tonight on the couch incase Harry wakes asking for me."

"Of course," Derek quickly agreed. "As horrible as this sounds, we did learn one thing from this nightmare. Harry can talk more than we thought."

"I think I'd prefer going the rest of my life never finding that out over hearing that boy screaming like that."

"I'm really sorry, John."

"Stop beating yourself up over this, you're a damn good alpha. We need to move on from this, dwelling on it won't help Harry."

"So what do suggest we do?"

"The same as we have been. What we were doing before was working, Derek, this was just a big hiccup. I think if we change our routine it will cause more damage."

"You're right, John, you're absolutely right. I asked the betas to stay away for tonight so Harry could rest, and honestly I just can't deal with more, but tomorrow it's back to normal."

With a groan, John got to his feet. "You're a good Alpha with good instincts, don't let this one incident make you doubt yourself. Believe me, son, I have fucked up plenty of times with Stiles, including spending a few years drunk off my ass, but he forgave me. Now, I'm going to text Melissa, clean up these wounds, then get some sleep. Tomorrow I have to crawl my ass into the mayor's office and beg forgiveness for running out on him earlier."

"Thank you for that. I never would have been able to calm Harry on my own."

"I love that boy like he was my blood. I'd do anything for him." Clapping Derek on the shoulder, he walked past him, heading to the bathroom. "Get some rest, son, it's been a bitch of a day."

Sighing, Derek got to his feet, quietly making his way to the omega's room. Thankfully Harry was still sleeping, but by the twitching of his fingers and legs, it didn't look like he was resting peacefully. Shifting into his wolf form, he padded over to the boy, laying just out of reach. He was tired, but he knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep...which was a good thing because he knew he'd be plagued with nightmares. Despite his talk with John, he was still feeling extremely guilty. Harry had been making so much progress, and his careless actions probably bumped them back to day one. He wasn't going to give up though, despite feeling like a failure. Harry was worth all the stress and anxiety and feeling like a failure. They have come too far to give up now.