I woke up in the woods. Freezing, alone, and covered in blood. As per usual, I was completely and utterly out of energy. I stood up slowly, the effects of last night's shift taking it's toll, causing me to stumble backwards into the nearest tree.

I heard the snapping of a twig behind me and I turned sharply, canines clenched in a snarl. An ebony wolf, crouched low and snarling, appeared from behind an old oak tree. It's enchanting green eyes stood out in the deep black fur. His fur was ragged, and rough looking.

I leapt without warning, the world slowing on all sides of me. The trees blurred as the wolf took it's outer form. I landed gracefully, my red paws landing on the cold, hard earth.

Suddenly, he had shifted. Where the wolf stood, now standing on two tall, slim legs was a boy. He looked to be about my age, perhaps younger.The beautiful green eyes were still there, shining against his slightly pale skin. A mass of chocolate curls set atop his head. His finely etched lips were curled into a smirk, as he took me in.

I shifted uncomfortably in front of him, feeling as if I was being examined by a Master.

"It's okay, darling. I won't hurt you." His rich, deep voice filled my ears like heaven's music.

I nodded, and sniffed at the air. He smelled earthy, perfect. I stood, slowly shifting back into my normal form. My converse slipped on the muddy ground and he chuckled at my clumsiness.

"What's your name?"

His eyes roamed my body, as if he was mentally undressing me. I blushed a deep red and looked away.

"K-Kinley.." I stammered.

"That's a gorgeous name, for such a gorgeous creature."

Suddenly he was inches away from me, and I could see the flecks in his eyes. He took his thumb and brushed in across my cheek, causing me to blush a red deeper than my hair.

"Where's your pack, Kinley?" He licked his lips, as his thumbs traced the outline of my nose.

"I-I'm alone.. Well not alone.. I'm with my sister but she seemed to have," I stopped, as his mouth nibbled softly at my ear. "disappeared.."

Suddenly he stood up straight as if I had slapped him.

"Lee, why is there a douchebag eating your ear off?" Rose asked, eyebrow arched.

"Hello, Youngblood. Obviously you don't know how to greet an alpha." He said the word 'alpha' as if it meant he was royalty.

"Oh, I know how to. Just hop off my sister's ass, manwhore." Her rich Irish accent echoed throughout the trees.

"Feisty, are we? Suit yourself, fledgling. I was going to offer you into my pack..." he rolled his green eyes.

She stiffened. "P-Pack? Hehe... You didn't hear my right. You see, you thought I said 'manwhore' but I really said 'Mi'amore'.." she laughed nervously.

"Nice save, Rosalina." he winked.

"How in the actual hell do you know her name?" I asked.

He turned to me and I could see his eyes were clouded with lust. "I can feel it. And I was right."

"Oh..."

"So will you come with me, Kinley?" he asked, grabbing my hand.

I shook it away and nodded.

"Welcome to the Bane's Kinley."

Notes

should I continue this? I really like the idea of harry as a wolf. YES HE IS A PUNK. I just wanna clarify that HE IS INDEED A PUNK.