No, his mind punished him. His mate was a wolf... an alpha. Alphas hurt. Alphas control. He didn't want to go back. He didn't want to be chained. He didn't want the pack to hurt him. He whined loudly as his mate bit, scratched and snarled at the metal poles like they were the enemy. But wolf-him refused to go to his mate. 
His former Alpha hurt him. He was free from Alpha. His mate freed him. His mate was an alpha. His mate will now hurt him.
He tucked his non-existent tail between his legs as his mate charged and smashed into the bars separating them. His mate wanted him badly. He retreated further into the corner, whimpering from the aggressiveness in his mate. It was scaring him worse than when the pack came. The Alpha... the Alpha was absolute. Obey... must obey. Pain... no mercy. He whined louder. There was no escape. 
His mate was bleeding. He could smell it. He still refused to look, though. He didn't want to be forced to obey... but he was worried about his mate. Was his mate injured? He was supposed to help his mate. The growls grew more frustrated. His mate was pacing again... anger and fury scenting the air. Wolf-him tried to dig into the corner wall to get further away. 
Suddenly, loud metal noises screeched out. He had to look. The metal poles were flexing... separating... opening. His mate's magic. 
No! He whined and cowered on the floor, ready to submit to the Alpha. His mate came through the bars and quickly came over. Wolf-him bowed his head, touching his nose to the floor and whining... pleading for mercy. Alphas are cruel... that was what wolf-him knew. Submit... but he didn't want to. This form was wrong... everything was wrong. His mate... his mate was strong... free... and he was not.
But his mate stopped right in front of him. His mate's tongue lapped at his head and face, gently. His mate dropped down to the floor, lying down at his level, not towering over him. His mate whined, no longer angry or aggressive. His mate was worried about him and licked his face as wolf-him lifted his head. His mate laid on his side and then stretched out his neck in obvious submission. Wolf-him's fear was fading. The threat was gone. His mate was submitting to him with his vulnerable neck open. 
Wolf-him sniffed, checking every intention of his mate as he sat up and looked down at the black wolf. His mate stayed down, though his tail wagged. Wolf-him got to his feet and stood over the submissive wolf, sniffing his mate. Happy... love... safe... content... his mate smelled. He came closer, and when his mate lifted his head to lick his face again, wolf-him snarled, warning the black wolf. 
His mate lowered his head back down and even rolled onto his back, exposing his soft belly. Complete submission. His mate whined, and wolf-him inspected his powerful mate. He put one of his not-paws over his mate, claiming... asserting dominance. But his mate did not challenge him or his position over him. While his mate's eyes would look at him, he didn't stare. He averted his eyes out of respect.
Wolf-him then nuzzled his mate's neck, putting his nose to mark... their mark, and his mate relaxed more, even with his neck open and stomach exposed. His mate was like not the old Alpha... Alphas don't submit. His mate wasn't demanding obedience. He didn't smell bad... mean. He found dried blood on his mate's head and licked his injury until it healed. His mate hurt himself trying to reach him and did not resist his tending.
He stood over his mate for a long time, and his mate just waited patiently for his acceptance. Wolf-him did, and then did what felt right. He licked his mate's face and rubbed his head against his mate's. That seemed to break the spell. His mate wiggled excitedly and licked him back. Wolf-him let him. His mate wanted to examine him and slowly stood up, still keeping low, crouching almost, in deference. His mate skittered around him and licked his face, his head, his neck, his back, his legs.... 
Wolf-him let his mate do it, and eventually laid down so his mate could lick his chest and stomach. It wasn't submission... it was grooming. His mate was cleaning him, calming him... claiming him. Wolf-him smelled no drive for mating, even when his mate sniffed at his private areas, to which he gave a warning growl and his mate stopped.  
His mate's nose landed on his stomach, and he laid down and stayed there with his muzzle on wolf-him's stomach. His mate whined and wagged his tail. His mate understood he was carrying. His mate was happy, whined softly, and met his eyes. He licked him more and crawled closer so they were side-by-side. His huge mate curled around him and dropped his head next to his after more licks.
All that anger and attacking... and his mate just wanted to be close... protect him. Wolf-him never felt so safe... so content.... 
He whined and his mate licked his shoulder and his old soulmark. Wolf-him wanted his mate to bite him... to seal the bond, but his mate wasn't ready. His mate had to decide to do it, like it should be. His mate occasionally licked his neck... especially the shoulder. His mate knew it was hurting him.
Wolf-him turned inward and tucking his head into his mate's body, so he could be closer to him. He hadn't realized until then that he was cold. He didn't have wolfskin, but he felt the heat from his mate's body. His mate was large enough to curl around him. Wolf-him basked in the attention. Trust... loyalty... faith... he felt. There was no need to submit. His mate or him. 
He now appreciated his mate's submission to make sure that he was comfortable. It would never be necessary, again. Wolf-him now knew his mate wasn't the old Alpha. He was a true Alpha. He rubbed his head against his mate's head and neck. Glad for his scent again. He had missed it so much. Woodsy... herbal... nice smell... cedar... his human-mind supplied from deep within, so relaxed.
The outside worries or concerns didn't touch him. He wasn't alone. His mate wasn't a soft human anymore. He was an Alpha... strong... protective. His mate laid his head across his neck and shoulders. He would not sleep. He was on guard, ready to protect him. Wolf-him could smell the humans, but he knew that they weren't a threat. Their packmates were guarding them, too. For the first time as a not-wolf, he closed his eyes to sleep.






Aww... did I hype up the tension a bit? I would never have Draco and Harry really hurt each other. Heck, I don't even let them yell at each other.
Sorry if the wolf was confusing. I'm not a fan of having the "wolf" have a different name or personality. But the wolf thinks and responds more instinctually. The thoughts are still human... just very basic. They aren't different from what human-Draco or human-Harry think. 
I might be watching more dog videos lately. And this, conveniently, isn't far off of "Dog Days".
It'll be a bit longer until the next chapter. Focusing on finishing Healing, Draco Malfoy... sigh... the end is in sight! But I might continue writing Harry's POV sooner if I get "writer's block" on HDM (as if).