"I have a list," I say pulling out my phone and finding the list I wrote in bed last night. Harris chuckles at me but offers me a head nod in acceptance. I wasn’t sure if he would answer anything but seeing as I’m pack now, I thought he might do. Harris seems more laid back than Jaxson is, it’s not like I could ask him any question without getting my head bit off.

"Go on then." He chuckles.

"Can you shift whenever you want?" I ask.

"Yes for adults. The younger pups, like my sister Katy, have trouble shifting back without an alpha command and they can shift uncontrollably when they have high emotions." He tells me. It explains a lot about why Freddy only shifted when Fergus told him too.

"Is Fergus the only alpha?" I ask wondering, but it's not one of my questions.

"No, well yes. It’s complicated." He mutters.

"Who else is then?" I ask. The waitress chooses that time to bring us our tea and I put my phone down to pour milk in mine from those silly little cups. Hell, I need like four before it even looks like I added milk. Harris doesn't seem to have my problem, only adding one cup and around four sugars. Our sandwiches are brought over and we both dig into our food as I wait for him to answer me. I raise my eyebrows at him when he looks at me and he groans. I think he hoped I would have forgotten my question because of the distraction.

"I can't answer that. I'm bound in a way." He says looking very uncomfortable.

"Explain?" I ask gently.

"Well when you choose a pack, you have to share your blood with your alpha like you did with Jaxson. They can then command you to shift or order you not to do certain things," he tells me.

"Like telling me who the other alphas are in your pack?" I say, coming to the conclusion myself. That must be bad if they have a bad alpha because they could order them to do anything. I wonder how many packs there are out there or if there are different types of shifters. The more I’ve thought about the supernatural world, the more I don’t feel scared of it. I’m just interested to know more.

"Exactly.” He answers.

“So does that make Jaxson my alpha?” I ask. A flutter of desire runs through me at the thought of him ordering me around. There is seriously something wrong with me.