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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter List
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IMPORTANT!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A GRAPHIC SCENE OF VIOLENCE RAPE AND MURDER!
Chapter Fourteen - Superglue
What the pack had discovered, upon bringing the unknown and injured werewolf back to their clearing that evening, was that Damon had been correct with his initial assessment; his injuries were all superficial and he had simply been knocked unconscious. It had taken an hour before the intruder had come to, during which time they had tied him securely to one of the trees near the edge of their clearing until they could decide if he could be trusted or not. Damon and nearly all of the others, who were awake at the time he was brought into the clearing, were voting for not.
He didn’t seem particularly put out by the pack’s decision to restrain him, and had actually assured them that he would have done the same had their roles been reversed. He had informed them that his name was Harlan and that Voldemort had attempted to recruit him into his ranks but he had refused to join him and then been forced to go on the run; it was becoming a worryingly familiar story to them. It was exactly the same tale that Micha had had to tell when he had come to them, however his injuries had been a lot more worrying.
They questioned Harlan about how he had come to be in their territory and in the state that they’d found him in, but he apparently didn’t remember much about the attack on him at all, which the acting Alpha found to be very suspicious. Damon, Jenson, Micha and Lukas listened to what he had to say but three of the four were not entirely trusting. The other however wasn’t sure what to think of him, he was rather intrigued.
Micha was aware that had never been a great judge of character but he still wasn’t sure that they should have tied the new werewolf to the tree without first treating his injuries; though admittedly said injuries were practically non-existent now that his werewolf healing had kicked in. He thought it was damn cruel to leave Harlan there overnight, but there was no swaying Damon, nor Jenson, on the matter. Even Lukas who was never usually this heartless didn’t say a word on the matter, content to leave him restrained, at least while their pack was in such a vulnerable state.
No one got much sleep that night regardless and by the time morning broke Harlan was looking rather bored with being tied to a tree. Micha couldn’t help but notice that the apathetic expression rather suited the werewolf’s handsome face. There was a good deal of fascination about Harlan and even Harry had cast a few curious looks in his direction, though the pup’s attention was, without fail, always quickly returned to the Alpha.
“How long are you planning to leave him there?” Jenson asked, coming to sit next to Damon that morning as he surveyed the unwelcome werewolf.
The Beta's eyes were firmly fixed on Harlan, studying him as if simply by staring at him would gain him entrance into his mind to discover his motives. If Harry had been in any fit state then they would have asked him to use his ability to help them discover if Harlan was to be trusted or not. However Damon was aware that there was little point in even considering that possibility, let alone asking; Harry wasn’t going to leave the Alpha for anything right now and even if he could have been parted from Fenrir, his emotions were not stable enough to be attempting such complex and difficult magic.
“How long did Callie say it would be until Fenrir wakes up?” Damon asked, turning to smirk at his acting Beta. “I just don’t trust him and I’m reluctant to let him go wandering around while Fenrir’s still out of it, especially with the pups… with Harry.”
“Hmm,” Jenson hummed in agreement, “I’m inclined to agree with you. It all feels too…”
“Convenient?” Damon suggested.
“More like bloody inconvenient really,” Jenson said with a sigh.
“I don’t feel comfortable making this call,” Damon admitted, casting a glance over towards the Alpha, who had been making no signs of waking yet, even after four days.
Though Callie’s checks were still positive and hopeful, they might have to really start worrying if he didn’t wake up sometime in the next few days. Being in the current state of limbo, they felt like they were in, couldn’t be maintained much longer. Damon was struggling as acting Alpha, though he tried not to show it. This admission to Jenson was the closest he had come to showing any sign of weakness.
“We can’t keep him tied to a tree indefinitely,” Jenson said with concern, he didn’t trust the werewolf any more than Damon did but he could see that that was just plain cruel. Whoever Harlan was, his reasons for being there and his motivations remained unclear; they had no idea what to do with him.
They also had other things to worry about today. Lukas had been making excellent progress with Harry and he was going to try to convince the young pup to go for a walk, which would mean leaving the Alpha for a few moments. They weren’t letting themselves get overly hopeful that this would actually happen but they needed to try. If Fenrir didn’t regain consciousness in a few days then they were going to have to start facing what the reality of being a pack without him might mean.
Harry would need to adjust to that and the sooner they started weaning him off his mate the better it would be for him. Everyone wanted Fenrir to wake up and resume his role as leader of the pack, he was a well-respected and loved Alpha, but they also wanted it for Harry. None of them could see the pup surviving for long without Fenrir the way he was currently behaving, almost unable to function because his mate was unconscious and injured.
“Are we going to feed him?” Jenson queried, motioning over to Harlan, knowing how difficult it was going to be to restock their stores with the strays still lurking in the forests outside their territory; they were already running short on some things and were being careful about how much they were using of others.
Soon they would have to hunt or they would start to starve, failing that they would have to make another run into town and buy what they needed; however, only two of the pack worked and neither had been able to do much of that recently. What money they had available was not going to be enough to buy enough food for all of them. This meant going further afield to towns and cities where they wouldn’t be recognized so that they could steal what was needed, however the further away they went the more difficult it became to get back quickly in an emergency.
“Eventually,” Damon said, “But my priority is the pups and the rest of our pack; we don’t have enough to be feeding anyone who just wanders in. We don’t want to give Harry any excuse not to eat, he’s missed enough meals already.”
Jenson nodded his approval; he didn’t like the idea of starving anyone, even this intruder, but he would always choose that over seeing his daughter or the other pups go hungry. He wouldn’t let any of their pack go hungry if he could help it and approved of the decision to let this Harlan guy go without, at least until they could figure out what to do with him.
Damon, however, was furious with himself; in the space of four days he felt that he had managed to run their pack into the ground. Never before had they ever been left with so little food. He was sure that he really was failing as acting Alpha, unsure of himself and every decision he made. This wasn’t supposed to be his place, he needed Fenrir.
What made it worse was that he found that he was a little jealous of how much attention Micha was giving Harlan when he had no right to feel that way. He just couldn’t even begin to explain where that particular emotion had come from. He certainly didn’t have any time to analyse it and instead pushed it down to a place deep inside himself where he wouldn’t have to think about it.
Damon and Jenson apprehensively watched as Lukas approached Harry and Fenrir with two steaming mugs of tea. Tea bags and hot water were the only things that the pack never seemed to run out of, which was remarkable really. Lukas had apparently been stockpiling tea since he’d arrived at the pack. Much to the amusement of the other pack members, the young man seemed to be able to summon a cup of tea from nowhere at times and Damon sometimes thought Lukas would choose tea over oxygen if he was forced to choose between the two.
It was a sign of exactly how far Harry had come in the last day that he sat up without a single growl or grumble of complaint, accepting the mug gratefully and allowing Lukas to sit close to him and the Alpha. However it didn’t escape anybody’s notice that Harry refused to stop holding on to Fenrir’s hand, always maintaining the connection between them. This was why they thought it might prove difficult to convince the pup to stretch his legs for a bit but they had to at least try.
Damon turned his attention back to Harlan who was watching Harry and Fenrir with keen, attentive eyes. The acting Alpha didn’t like how the strange wolf was always watching the Alpha pair, as if studying them. The bored expression was gone, replaced by one of curiosity. He was going to have to keep a very close watch on Harlan.
The acting Alpha, got up, throwing another look of disapproval at Harlan’s overly inquisitive manner, as he approached Harry with extreme caution. “Hey, little one,” the Beta said.
Damon hadn’t attempted to go near Harry since the incident where he had grabbed him so as to allow Callie to check over the Alpha, so he was counting it as a good sign that the young pup didn’t try to move away from him and didn’t seem to be withdrawing into himself either, though he didn’t exactly look best pleased.
“Damon,” Harry acknowledged, perhaps a little bit harshly, as he took a sip of his tea; he had one hand nursing the steaming mug of Earl Grey, the other clutching desperately to Fenrir.
“I was wondering if you would let me sit with the Alpha for a little while,” Damon said, picking his words carefully.
Harry frowned deeply, looking at Lukas, who gave an encouraging smile. It was a few moments before Harry finally nodded his agreement, “Okay…” he said hesitantly.
Damon smiled at him and took a seat on the opposite side of the Alpha from Harry and Lukas, watching the teenager expectantly, but it became quickly apparent that the pup had no intention of moving and Damon had to hold back a sigh when he realised his mistake.
“Harry, did you know that Fenrir and I have been friends for a really long time?” he asked, conversationally, and Harry shook his head. “Yeah, when we met we were even younger than you were when you met Clay,” he explained, with a glance over at where Clay was sitting, and talking, with Micha near the fire. This was clearly news to Harry who looked surprised but remained unmoving. “I was kind of hoping I could sit with him by myself for a little while,” Damon clarified. “I know Clay and Micha have missed you.”
At the idea of leaving Fenrir, Harry looked panic stricken, shaking his head frantically, not wanting to be parted from his mate, discarding his teacup in favour of having two hands with which to cling onto the Alpha with. Lukas sent a scathing look to Damon for causing Harry to panic, he had been working extremely hard to ensure that Harry felt safe and relaxed. They couldn’t push him too far right now, he was still emotionally unstable as the fate of his mate remained uncertain.
“Harry..., Harry…” Lukas said, turning the obviously anxious pup’s attention onto him. “How about the two of us go down to the stream? And before you get too upset, remember that you promised that you would let us take care of you,” he reminded the teenager, earning himself a mildly annoyed glare. “All I am suggesting is that you have a quick wash and change your clothes,” Lukas suggested, “When Callie checked over Fenrir this morning she said his chest was almost fully healed which means he could wake up any day now, I think he might appreciate it if you didn’t stink to high heaven.” Harry’s glare just increased in intensity, as he let out a huff of breath.
“I promise I’ll look after him while you’re gone, I won’t leave him alone for a minute, I promise,” Damon said reassuringly. “We’ve been looking out for each other since we were seven years old, I’m not going to let anything happen to him now.”
Harry still just continued to scowl disbelievingly and so Damon went on, trying to convince Harry of something he should have already known, that he could be trusted. “You would trust Clay to take care of you, right?” he asked the young werewolf. Harry didn’t even have to hesitate before nodding at that. “And that is because he is your best friend, right?” Damon asked, earning another nod of agreement, this one slower and more thoughtful.
“And Fenrir is your best friend?” Harry asked quietly.
“Exactly!” Damon said, delighted that Harry had caught on so easily. “Some of the things we got up to as children would impress even you and Clay, little one.”
Harry gave him a disbelieving look that make the acting Alpha laugh, but was at least looking a little less on guard than before. He was definitely still slightly apprehensive but knowing that despite Lukas’ attempt at humour, which had failed miserably, he was right. Harry felt grimy and dirty and he didn’t want Fenrir waking up to him like this.
“Okay,” Harry said, “I’ll go and wash. But I won’t be gone long!” he added firmly.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Damon said with a fond smile at the little pup.
He then watched in stunned amazement as Harry leaned over the Alpha, placing a soft kiss upon the very corner of his lips. It wasn’t something that anyone had been expecting and they were sure that the only person who didn’t know the significance of this act was the one performing it.
Damon looked over the clearing and could see a myriad of gobsmacked expressions, many of which the pack members tried to hide quickly when they realised that Lukas was about to bring Harry past them. Jenson was already getting to his feet to come and talk to him, to discuss what Harry had just done and the significance of it. Damon nearly snorted in amusement when, on his way past, Jenson leaned over Clay’s shoulder and obviously told him to pick his chin up from the floor, to which the teenager’s jaw snapped shut.
“I’ll be back soon,” Damon heard Harry whisper gently as he brushed his cheek against that of the Alpha’s.
Lukas clambered to his feet before offering Harry a hand up, which was gratefully accepted. Jenson had come to sit beside Damon again as Lukas led Harry off towards the stream, ignoring the stunned looks of the others who had all doubted about whether or not Harry would ever come round about being mated with the Alpha, especially after all their arguments.
“Do you think he knows what that means?” Jenson asked Damon who had turned back to watching in utter astonishment, as Harry walked across their clearing with Lukas. He truly couldn’t believe what Harry had just done but found himself a little entertained by it.
“Probably not a clue,” Damon returned with a twinge of amusement in his voice.
“Are you going to tell him?” Jenson queried.
He was curious as to whether they were actually going to start telling Harry what exactly he was doing rather than mollycoddling him to the extreme. He had always disapproved of the way that Harry had always been kept in the dark and over protected. He could understand it to some degree because he had always wanted to shield Romy from the realities of life, however, that had been taken too far with Harry. In his mind, Harry had needed to know some of what had been kept from him.
As a result of all the secrets he had decided to try to run away and now Fenrir was fighting for his life. The boy was a fifteen year old hormonal teenager, wizard and werewolf, of course he was going to be over sensitive to everything. He had lost his father and his life had changed irreversibly in a couple of months. That was a lot to deal with for anyone.
“Nope,” Damon said, a pleased and baffled smile sneaking onto his face; it was just somehow so completely… Harry. There was no other word for it and it he found himself reassured by seeing that the stubborn, reckless, unpredictable, and unendingly surprising young man that he had watched grow up was still in there despite everything that had happened to him.
“Why not,” Jenson asked, somewhat confused by Damon’s reaction. “Don’t you think he’d want to know?”
“No, it would only stress him out to know the meaning of what he just did,” Damon told him, “which he probably did without even thinking, he might have even have been following his werewolf instincts... for once, but I honestly don’t think it matters either way,” he explained. “Harry has obviously already accepted Fenrir as his mate; we could probably have worked that out through his behaviour the past few days and how protective he’s been.” Then after a moment’s pause he added, “Fenrir will be pretty pissed though.”
“Why?” Jenson asked in confusion. He was sure that being accepted by a mate was something to celebrate, be happy about; it had been a moment of great honour and pride for him when Callie had accepted him. It had made him the happiest man alive when she had finally given in to his advances and shows of affection.
“Because Harry finally accepted him as a mate,” Damon said, looking highly amused, “and he wasn’t awake for it,” he added breaking into the biggest grin he had worn in days, thinking of how Fenrir was going to react when he found out.
Jenson laughed, “Yeah,” he agreed, understanding Damon’s point and agreeing wholeheartedly, “he’s going to be pissed.” The two of them shared a good laugh about this before their laughter died and although still in good moods they had to face the reality of the situation they were in. “You know you can’t wait for Fenrir to wake up to deal with Harlan.”
“Yeah, I know… what would you suggest?” Damon asked. He needed to know what his acting Beta thought, Fenrir would often come to him for advice on a situation, Damon felt no shame in asking Jenson his opinion.
Jenson considered this for a moment, clearly thinking through his options. “Let him have a chance to prove himself but make it clear that he makes one wrong move we’ll kill him and I’d also keep him away from the Alpha and the pups,” he finally said with decisiveness.
“And Micha,” Damon added as an afterthought without really thinking. It was the looks that Micha had been giving Harlan that made him worry, their pack brother was clearly interested in the new wolf whom no one else seemed to trust.
“Why Micha as well?” Jenson asked curiously.
“Because Micha is crushing on him,” Damon said with unconcealed bitterness, “If Harlan is as untrustworthy as I believe him to be then I don’t want Micha getting hurt.”
“Be careful there, the more you try and force them apart the more they’ll want to be together,” Jenson said with warning, though he knew that Damon was right and didn’t want Micha to get hurt any more than the acting Alpha did. They may have been at each other’s throats the majority of the time but they were still family and he loved the irritating prankster regardless of how much Micha annoyed him.
Damon sighed realising that Jenson was probably right, they would have to untie Harlan and allow him a chance to prove himself. They couldn’t leave him tied to the tree indefinitely and the only other viable option they had was to kill him, which wouldn’t go over too well with Micha all things considered. They didn’t need another pack member on the verge of an emotional breakdown right now, one was enough.
“Leave him where he is for the moment, he’s been watching Harry avidly for a while now, he can’t take his eyes off him and the Alpha. I want Harry back from the stream and with Fenrir again before we even think of untying Harlan,” Damon said, making up his mind.
“Agreed, I’ll be a lot happier knowing where Harry is at all times once we let Harlan go,” Jenson said feeling a little better now that they had a plan of action in regards to newcomer, however he could see how much Micha’s fixation on the man was bothering the acting Alpha, though he didn’t like to mention it. There were other, more important, things to worry themselves with.
FGHP
Narcissa leaned back in her armchair, exhausted from all of the night feeds that she had been handling solo. She was content to lie back and just watch as Draco walked around the nursery, gently rocking a fussy Abraxus, or Brax as her eldest was insisting on calling him, attempting to get him to fall back to sleep.
Initially when her older son had arrived back at the Manor, for an unexpected weekend visit, she had been furious with him. He had obviously only managed to be here by promising things that he should never have had to, such was his desperation. She had known that part of the price for seeing him would be that Draco would have to meet with their ‘guest’ during his time at home. This was unlikely to go well no matter what mood the Dark Lord was in.
However, watching her two wonderful boys together almost made it worth it, she felt at peace to see Draco cradling Brax close to his chest, protectively. He would make a wonderful Dad one day that was for sure, nothing like his own father, something she was grateful for. Her heart almost melted when Abraxus yawned, his grey eyes struggling to remain open as Draco hummed a lullaby to him softly.
She was not a foolish woman by any stretch of the imagination; she knew that this was merely a respite from their horrific reality and that the real world would come crashing down upon them all far too soon. In such hard and difficult times it seemed important to cherish the special moments that made it all worthwhile, moments like these. She could not tell if she would survive one day to the next now that Voldemort resided in her home and she had nowhere else to go. This might be the only chance she had to see her two boys together and she would commit it to her memory.
“He’s perfect, Mum,” Draco said, smiling at his little brother with so much love and affection filling his heart. A small, chubby hand was clasped around one of his fingers even as Brax began to drift off into sleep, not wanting to let go.
“So much like his brother,” Narcissa said fondly, though she surveyed her eldest son with worry “You shouldn’t have come here, my darling dragon.”
“I had to see you, both of you,” Draco said, not taking his eyes off of Brax for a second, ever since Narcissa had sent him the photograph of the tiny baby he had been dying to meet him, to hold him close. This weekend, and what he had sacrificed to be here, was made worth it just by holding his little brother in his arms and seeing for himself exactly what he was fighting to save by fixing the cabinet. “I had to make sure you were safe, I couldn’t leave you with him.”
“The Dark Lord doesn’t bother us, dear one; he is too fixated on your aunt,” Narcissa told him reassuringly but he simply gave her a pointed stare and she realised that wasn’t who he had meant.
“I didn’t mean the Dark Lord, Mum,” Draco clarified, as he adjusted the weight in his arms slightly so not to disturb the now slumbering infant, who had not yet gone into a deep enough sleep to be put down.
“Oh,” she said. “He doesn’t bother with us either,” she hated the hint of sadness in her voice, the bitterness that lingered there. Lucius Malfoy had forced himself on her and Abraxus was the result of that unhappy union. Narcissa would not regret her second son, however she could hate the man that refused to see him and viewed him simply as a spare heir rather than a living breathing human being, a child that needed love from both his parents.
“Is that a bad thing?” Draco asked her, glad that his father had not been to visit his brother; he had feared what Lucius might do to the tiny baby who he seemed to care for so little. Draco didn’t want his father anywhere near his baby brother if he could help it.
“I suppose not,” Narcissa mused, “but he is still his son.”
“That doesn’t ever seem to matter with Lucius,” Draco said, he had very few fond memories of his father, and he knew that Brax would have even less, but it didn’t upset him, in fact the opposite; he would envy his brother for not having to deal with their father or the unhappiness and cruelty that followed in his wake.
“Don’t call him that darling, he is still your father despite his flaws,” Narcissa scolded lightly, though not really meaning it. She knew how cold and harsh a man that Lucius was, especially towards her and their children.
“The man is made up entirely of flaws, I doubt there is anything good about him,” Draco said, his body tense, he so despised discussing his poor excuse for a father. The sooner he could get them away from the manor, away from Lucius and away from Voldemort the better.
“Draco! I understand your disapproval of him, and I do not ask you to have any kind of relationship with him, but he is Abraxus’ and your father, not to mention he is also my husband,” she reminded him curtly, “some degree of respect would not go amiss despite his many misgivings.”
“He doesn’t deserve it,” Draco snapped, irritated by his darling mother's insistence that she must defend the heartless bastard she was married to; Lucius didn’t deserve any such kindness regardless of marriage.
“That is entirely besides the point, in these times…”
“Mum, I promise that when in the presence of anyone but you, I will ensure that I watch my tongue and play my role of the dutiful son and heir, does that make you feel better?” he asked her, not wanting to ruin their limited time together by arguing.
“I suppose that is all I can ask for, dear one,” she said with a tired sigh, realising that that was the best she was going to get from her eldest son. She loved him dearly but Draco was head strong and stubborn. She had half expected him to be sorted into Gryffindor, though she supposed that Lucius would never have lived down the shame had that happened.
“I suppose I should get it over with,” Draco said with a sigh, looking every bit as exhausted as his mother. The past few months had been both tiring and frustrating with very little hope except for one.
“I wish you didn’t have to,” Narcissa said, getting to her feet and walking over to her eldest, “if I could go in your place...”
“I know, and I would never let you,” Draco said settling his now sleeping little brother back in his crib.
“Watch what you say, don’t antagonize him, don’t make him angry, just tell him what he wants to hear and then get out of there. I don’t want him hurting you.” She was telling him things that he already knew but he didn’t say that to her, he knew that she felt better for saying it.
“I know, Mum,” Draco said, taking a deep breath, ready to tell her what he had been dying to tell her since just before Halloween. Now that his arms were infant-free he felt as if it was time. However they had to be careful, if the Dark Lord had any inkling then they would all be dead. “I have something I need to tell you, before I go… just in case.”
She didn’t need to ask why, she knew what it was just in case of. When it came to Lord Voldemort those things didn’t need to be spelt out. “What is it dear one?” she asked curiously, wondering what he could need to tell her that might be so important.
“You remember the letter you gave to me?” Draco asked and Narcissa nodded, realisation and hope igniting in her. “I met him.”
“Your Godfather? You saw him… is he okay? What about-” However she stopped when she saw her eldest son shaking his head sadly.
“Not Severus, I met Harry,” Draco clarified, “in Hogsmeade.”
“You are sure that it was him?” She asked him curiously, wondering how on earth they would have recognized each other. It was impossible that they would, after all the two of them hadn’t even reached their second birthdays at the time.
“There was no doubt, Mum, I spoke to him…” He hesitated, not sure if he should tell his mother what Harry had said to him. However he knew that she would find out eventually, he would rather be the one to tell her than anyone else. “Mum, he told me that Severus..." He had hesitated, wondering how she would take the news but she needed to know. "Severus is dead.”
Narcissa’s face fell at this news, a sadness deep in her eyes at the loss of her friend and Draco hated that he had been the one to cause that pain but it had been unavoidable.
“He told you that?” she asked him softly, tears in her eyes. Wondering how it had happened, why and when.
Draco nodded. “It happened recently; and apparently, with Severus dead, Harry has been summoned to Hogwarts, he’ll start in January, with…” Draco thought for a moment, hesitating over whether or not to tell her, and then decided that he was going to because he was just too curious not to. “He’s coming with some of his pack mates; did you know he was a werewolf?”
Narcissa grimaced, “I did,” she said regretfully, “He was bitten in this very room.”
“Here?” Draco asked shocked.
“Yes, while you slept next to him,” Narcissa admitted.
“I was here too?” Draco asked in utter shock, trying to figure out why there would have been a werewolf in his nursery in the first place. “Who bit him?”
“A friend of your father’s, Fenrir Greyback.” Narcissa said. “Is he truly going to Hogwarts in January?” Draco nodded his confirmation, “He is the key Draco, the real chosen one; that boy Neville, it was never meant to be him. Severus explained it to me, Harry is the one who has the power to defeat him, to destroy him.”
“Mum…”
“I know you don’t believe, my darling, but Harry is the best hope we have to be rid of him,” Narcissa told him, her voice was full of earnest belief and hope. “Can you trust me in that dear one?”
“I trust you, Mum, I do but…”
“Dear one, you must understand that Severus took a great risk taking Harry but he did it to protect him after Voldemort killed his real parents. I don’t know how much the boy knows about all of this but I don’t imagine that old fool at the school will allow him to be oblivious for long.”
“That old fool may not be so foolish, he suspects something…” Draco told her thinking back to the way the headmaster had all but taunted him when he had used the floo in his office. “I can see it in the way he looks at me.”
“Have you thought any on what you will tell the Dark Lord about your mission to kill him?” Narcissa asked him, almost not wanting to know; there was little use in trying to deceive the Dark Lord and she was sure that Draco had no real intentions of killing Dumbledore, unless he was left with no choice.
“I have a plan,” Draco confirmed, though in reality he didn’t have much of a clue about anything.
“Please don’t lie to me, Draco, my heart won’t take it,” Narcissa chastised, mildly annoyed that he would lie to her, even if it was to try to ease her worry.
“I’m sorry, Mum,” he apologised, he really didn’t intend to deceive her, but he didn’t want to think of her sitting, waiting for him to return, not even sure that he ever would. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“I can’t let you face him with nothing to show but failure,” Narcissa insisted, reaching out and seizing his hands between her own, “he will torture you, or worse.”
“Then so be it,” Draco said, feeling sick to his stomach but determinedly not letting it show on his face. His mother didn’t need to know how scared he truly was, it would do neither of them any good. He had inherited his father’s ability to slip on a mask, to show nothing of his inner feelings to the world. He knew she would not be entirely fooled but then even then she would only be able to guess at his true feelings. “Whatever happens, it was worth it just to see you and Brax,” he told her truthfully, glancing over at the crib where he knew his brother to be sleeping.
“Oh dragon, we are not worth your life!” she said, horrified that her boy would sacrifice everything for them, she hated that he had even been put in a position where that was an option worth considering.
“Yes, you are, Mum! You both are,” Draco said placing a soft kiss upon her forehead, and pulling his hands free from hers. “I should go, he will only get angry if I keep him waiting.”
Without another word, and stubbornly ignoring the pained sob he heard from his mother, he left the heavily warded nursery. Walking purposely towards whatever the fates had in store for him, be it pain or death, he was sure that it would be one of the two. There was no escaping it when Tom Riddle was involved.
Narcissa’s nerves were frayed until the moment her eldest son returned to her much later that evening. He had been tortured for hours but he hadn’t broken and not once had he screamed, though perhaps that had made Voldemort all the more vicious. Narcissa was so proud of her son as he collapsed to the ground before her, trembling and crying at what he had had to endure.
It made him all the more determined to fix that damn cabinet, to allow his mother and brother an escape route from this hellish place. Hell he would even help Harry if it meant getting rid of the monster that had taken up residence at Malfoy Manor. He was willing to do anything, help anyone, kill anyone, if it meant that Lord Voldemort ceased to exist and his family was safe.
FGHP
*THIS SCENE CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, RAPE AND MURDER!*
Axlar had grown bored of sitting around in the wood, he grew restless. It had been too long since he had taken a life of a sweet young thing. Oh, how he craved to hear those screams to taste the still warm blood upon his lips as he plunged a knife in her gut. He quivered in delight at the thought.
He had left his pack behind, they would only slow him down; this was a solitary activity and didn’t appreciate company. He had apperated to a nearby town and the first thing he had done was find a store that stocked fast drying superglue. They hadn’t stocked the brand he preferred but it had been so long that he hadn’t minded that too much.
Gaining access to a suitable blade was more trouble; he couldn’t just take any knife, it had to be special, an extension of himself. However, in his desperation to find a suitable victim he thought that he might have to just make do. Even finding anything that wasn’t a simple kitchen knife proved rather difficult, until he chanced across a hunting store. Axlar found himself grateful that they were in such a highly wooded area, any closer to a major town and a store like this wouldn’t have existed.
The member of staff in the store had been simultaneously impressed and unnerved by his keen interest in finding just the right blade and his detailed knowledge about all the different types. A little more focus on the latter emotion might have been wise, however, as Axlar had needed to of course, test his new toy.
On this count the sales assistant had just been so convenient for him. It was so fortunate for him that the middle-aged woman was so pretty. Stunning long wavy brown hair that had been pulled back in a ponytail and the most beautiful blue eyes he had seen since his grandmother's. That was what sealed her fate. Axlar was only regretful that he couldn’t spend more time with her. He used his wand to lock the door and ward the store so that he wouldn’t be interrupted.
The fear that seeped from her pores was intoxicating; he inhaled deeply as he pinned her to the ground, silencing her screams with a large hand covering her mouth. She struggled delightfully as he delicately applied the super glue, with steady hands, to each eyelid individually, ensuring that they dried in the perfect position. Fear filled the sapphire eyes as she struggled against him.
His arousal pressed down against her as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, dragging the blade she had just given him down over her ample breasts, which were barely restrained by her shirt, trailing down towards her stomach. Axlar drew blood with as he bit her, marking the pathetic muggle girl who wouldn’t last the night.
“Move or make a sound and I’ll slit your throat,” Axlar snarled seductively in her ear as he moved his hands down to the waistband of her jeans, desperate to delve into what they contained. It truly had been too long. The woman was crying and that only made it sweeter as he caressed every inch of skin with his large dirty hands.
“No,” she whimpered as he used his strength as a werewolf to tear the material of her trousers from her body, delighting in her futile resistance to him.
He had waited too long perhaps and was a little too eager for the kill. He rushed more than he would have liked to as he forced his own trousers down over his thighs and rammed himself inside of her. He relished the scream at the force he used and could smell the erotic metallic scent of blood from where had torn her with his large erection.
She felt wonderfully tight around him and he knew that he wouldn’t last long. He met her eyes and smiled at the terror he saw there. Leaning forward he continued biting at the soft flesh around her neck and breasts, clamping down around a nipple and delighting in her scream as she tried to throw him off in vain. She must have known that death was coming. They all did in the end.
Axlar continued to pound his length into her, his grip tightening around the handle of the blade as he felt his balls tightening with the approaching orgasm. He didn’t look away from her, maintaining their forced eye contact as he brought the blade down into her stomach.
Blood poured from the hole in her belly as he brought the blade down a second and third time; as he stabbed her for the fourth time his climax peaked and he thrust himself inside of her for the final time, spilling his load into the unwilling girl; her screams lost to the pounding in his ears. The scent of blood surrounding them, it covered him and it only made him orgasm harder. This was what it felt like to be alive.
He brought a blood stained finger up to his lips, flickering his tongue out to taste the crimson liquid, his cock hardening all over again as the woman struggled to continue drawing breath. Axlar kept himself focused on the beautiful blue of her eyes, watching in delight as the light of her life started to fade while he remained throbbing and hard inside of her.
He found himself reaching a second orgasm in that mesmerising moment that she finally gave up on life. Sated and happy, Axlar pulled out and lay upon the floor, the woman’s blood seeping from her body. He smiled in contentment, relishing in his kill. She was a most pleasing warm up round and, as he felt her blood pooling beneath them both, he began fantasising about how glorious the true kill would be.
It would be easier to take his time, now that the dead woman beside him had taken the edge off of his need; he would relish the search for the perfect girl to impale with his body and blade, allow himself a day, maybe two. Axlar didn’t have any doubt that it would be worth the wait, now that the blade and he were of one mind.
“Axlar!” shouted a gruff and annoyed voice, having spelled the locked door from its hinges.
The large man reluctantly heaved his body up into a sitting position to glare at his Alpha, who had just dared to disturb his post orgasmic glow; he was sure his clothes could have absorbed more of the dead bitch’s blood yet. Gideon did not look impressed; though Axlar was pleased to at least see that his Alpha had the stomach for such things. There wasn’t the slightest sign that it was the brutality of the scene that had bothered the Alpha.
“I am your Alpha!” Gideon growled out, “put yourself away, for fuck sake,” he commanded, waving a hand at where Axlar’s jeans were around his knees leaving his bloody groin on full display. The Alpha was pissed that he had to come here and fetch the disobedient Beta wolf at all. As second in command he should have known better and now he had left the other buffoons of the pack alone and unsupervised.
“I was just letting off a little steam,” Axlar told him, but he did at least obey the direct order and pulled his jeans back up. “Wasn’t like you couldn’t find me if you needed something, case and point from you being here right now,” he added with a shrug as he got to his feet.
“You will stay with the pack unless I give you explicit permission otherwise,” the Alpha said, his temper rising with the disrespectful tone his Beta was taking with him.
“I thought you didn’t want me… damaging... the other pack members,” Axlar said, the word bring a pleased sneer to his face, “besides they are all so… ugly and male,” he told him with a look of disgust.
“I expect you to learn to keep it sheathed, both your blade and your cock!” Gideon told him angrily, stepping up close so that they were almost chest to chest, as he met him, unblinkingly, eye to eye. “We keep ourselves unnoticed, we complete our mission and then we can talk about finding you some play time. Do I make myself clear?”
“Sure thing, boss,” Axlar said with a mock salute and a patronising tone, but it was obviously a brush off as his attention was quickly turning back to the ruined body that lay at their feet. He really did love the way her lifeless eyes peered up at him.
“HOME! NOW!” Gideon roared in fury.
He didn’t really want to return, but he would obey for now; Axlar swore to himself that he would find an opportunity to stalk some new prey soon. The pack would agree when they got to know what he was like when people denied him things he wanted. With one last fond look at his handiwork displayed on the ground, Axlar gave his Alpha a grin that displayed blood coated teeth before he disapparated on the spot.
Gideon sighed and briefly considered disposing of dead woman’s body and cleaning up the mess, but it had already been a long day and it sounded like far too much hassle; honestly he couldn’t really bring himself to give a shit about it. Besides he thought it unwise to leave his Beta alone with the pack in his current mood; he still needed the numbers after all.
He knew full well that when the time came to attack Greyback’s pack, Axlar would be a great boon, hell he could even admit he approved of the man’s more violent tendencies, but he was making the other pack members edgy. He could understand that too though, waiting was not his forte, but they had little choice but to wait and see what that Harlan bloke could turn up for them.
His mind focused on their mission to seize Greyback’s little whorish bitch, and bring the defiant Alpha back to the cause, Gideon focused and apparated himself back to the rest of his pack, hoping Axlar’s blood covered state hadn’t raised too many unwelcome questions from the other pack members.
Sure enough, as soon as he found himself back with his pack, he realised that Axlar was bragging and describing, with great relish, his accomplishment. He described to them in graphic detail every scream and cry the girl had let out, how her blood had spilt all over him, the salty taste of it, how she had felt while he had buried himself inside of her.
Dean looked positively livid, Russ remained uninterested, though Jack was lapping up every single word spoken with apt enthusiasm. “Let me watch next time?” the omega wolf pleaded, with the Beta. “Or… or…” he added with excitement, “just let me play when you’re done?”
“Enough!” Gideon declared loudly, only his bad temper stopping him from enjoying the way Jack scarpered away to hide.
Axlar however seemed more amused, than anything else, and started removing his blood soaked clothing with no need for modesty. The rest of the pack watched on with fascination as the possibly insane man took great care to fold them neatly; he seemed to be doing it in such a way that the blood was inside, protected from the outside world.
It seemed that it was at this point that he realised he had nothing else to put on and so he helped himself to the couple of spare items of clothing they kept with their supplies; they didn’t have much. Dean and Russ went to object, but a single bloody toothed sneer from Axlar put a halt to that and the Beta went about dressing himself, before settling back down to his knitting as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Though he kept the blood soaked clothing close by, as if saving them as a souvenir of the trip into town, to remind him of the joy had had taken in the kill. They would make a wonderful addition to his collection. As long as he could collect a newspaper clipping to go with them to add to his scrapbook he would be happy. As he started a new row on his knitting needles he gave a sigh of contentment, vividly recalling in his mind the moment the life had faded from her eyes. She would forever have the honour of being one of his now.
FGHP
He finally had it in his possession. It had taken a lot of convincing and empty promises that he would ensure that the cloak reached its rightful owner, Harry, for Remus to give it up but finally the pathetic excuse for a werewolf had handed over the third and final Hallow; the invisibility cloak.
It had cost him his family, his friends, his lover but in the end he had done it and he was sure that all the sacrifices had been worth it. He was now the master of death, immortal, without the creation of a single horcrux. With Harry at his side and the Deathly Hallows in his possession he would finally be able to defeat Tom Riddle and once again live as the renowned wizard that he had always deserved to be.
Up until this point he had been unsure about whether or not he was going to survive the war or not but now, as he ran the silvery material through his fingertips, there was no doubt in his mind. He had the elder wand, won in a duel, it’s allegiance was to him and him alone. The resurrection stone was of no value to him, he was not foolish enough to believe he could bring those that had died, during his quest for power, back to life. That particular hallow was all but useless to him but it at least completed the set.
The third he held in his hands now, a fine article of clothing and the perfect addition to his hallows. The cloak of invisibility, it was unlike anything he had ever seen. It would be hard to find a replica to fob off to the Potter boy but he would find one and enchant it so that he may keep the real one for himself.
Proud of his achievement he started to head back to Hogwarts. He had damage control to do there. It was possible that he might not have to leave as frequently now, most of the work he had to do could wait until the Christmas holidays where his extended absences would not arouse suspicion. Also now that he had the complete set of hallows he could focus more on something else that had been nagging at his rather excellent mind and that was what the Malfoy boy was up to.
FGHP
The day after Harry was convinced to take a break from his constant vigilance by Fenrir’s side, to wash and change his clothing, he was persuaded to go for a walk with Clay. This then allowed Damon another chance to sit with his best friend and Alpha once more. Harry trusted Damon with his mate, he wouldn’t have left them alone if he didn’t. Even though the pup was still a little hesitant about leaving, he was starting to become slightly more agreeable to the idea. They had agreed that they wouldn’t wander far and if anything happened they would be within shouting distance from the clearing.
Damon took the chance when it was offered to be alone with the Alpha because things in the clearing had reached a tipping point the evening before and he had been forced to untie Harlan from the tree. Since then no one had gone anywhere alone, especially not Harry, the others had made sure of that. The only one who didn’t seem at all bothered by him was Micha who was trying desperately to include him and make him feel as if he were part of the group.
The acting Alpha wasn’t thrilled with this as he still wasn’t trusting of the strange wolf that they had discovered under rather suspicious circumstances. He disliked him all the more when Micha started to be extra nice to him, showing him around and offering Harlan a place at his side to help with his chores so that he felt more like one of them rather than the intruder that he was. It wasn’t that Damon was against adding to their numbers, he had actually come to the realisation that it might be a good idea to discuss it with Fenrir when he awoke, but there was something about Harlan that made his hackles rise.
It had irked on Damon greatly when Harlan had accepted the offer from Micha, linking his arm through other man's and eagerly chatting to him. The others hadn’t warmed up to Harlan as quickly and were still more than a little cold towards him, which was exactly why Harlan had grabbed on to Micha with both hands. Though it was becoming painfully clear to everyone that Micha was hoping that this might happen quite literally, as neither of them were subtle with their flirting.
“I don’t know what to do, my Alpha,” Damon said with a frustrated sigh to the unconscious man, feeling better to have someone to talk to, even if that someone wasn’t able to answer back, “I just don’t trust him.” Damon felt confident that he wouldn’t be overheard in his discussion with the Alpha and therefore felt free to air his worries. If there had been any doubt then he wouldn't have risked it, he needed to appear strong to the rest of the pack regardless of how he felt.
Micha had taken Harlan down to the stream to collect some cooking and drinking water to keep in the clearing. Harry and Clay were off walking with Romy and Lukas; the pups had been told to stick closely together and not go anywhere without an adult with them. None of the pups were stupid, they were all aware that this had been asked of them because of Harlan and it had put them all on edge. Callie was sat with Jenson across the other side of the fire but were far enough away from Damon and Fenrir, and smart enough not to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“I honestly don’t know how you do it my Alpha,” Damon whispered, feelingdefeated, “I don’t know what I’m going to go if you don’t wake up soon.”
“Go mad and start talking to unconscious people," came the gruff response, Damon’s head snapped up in shock to see the golden eyes of the Alpha open, though a little bleary as he adjusted to the glaring sunlight. Blinking a few times, he adjusted and tried to get his baring’s.
“Well it clearly worked,” Damon said with relief, “because it doesn’t look like you’re unconscious anymore.”
“Indeed,” Fenrir said as he tried to sit up, Damon allowed him this, not wanting to offer to help, he knew that with his injuries and the fact that he had been unconscious for days, his inner wolf would be striving to prove itself and any offer at help would have made him seem weak. “Where’s Harry?” Fenrir asked at once as he looked around the clearing and seeing that he wasn’t there.
“Walking with Clay, Romy and Lukas,” Damon informed him, taking care to mention that he wasn’t alone, “Though you should know that he has hardly left your side since you were injured. He has been very protective of you.”
“He’s okay?” Fenrir asked as he finally managed to sit up, though clutching at his stomach which still ached terribly, clearly his injuries were still healing on the inside, though the wounds had closed up.
“It took a while but yes he’s okay. For the first few days he wouldn’t eat, he just lay with you, cuddled at your side and wouldn’t let anyone near you except Callie, and then only to check your injuries.” Damon relayed the facts to his Alpha, knowing that he would want to know everything eventually but for now the basics would suffice.
“How long was I out?” Fenrir grunted.
“Today would have been your fifth day,” the Beta informed him.
“And the others?”
“All fine,” Damon said, “Though there is something you should know,” he added with an afterthought, not sure if he was dreading the coming reaction or looking forward to it.
“What?”
“While you were out of it… Harry… well, he kissed you,” Damon told him, “He accepted you as his mate.”
“Harry finally accepted me as his mate and I wasn’t even awake for it?” Fenrir asked with a low growl of annoyance. Damon nodded hesitantly and thought he heard a muttered profanity from his Alpha and he had to supress a grin. “Who the fuck is that?” the Alpha asked, motioning over to where Micha and Harlan were just coming back into the clearing the question wiping all trace of humour from his face.
“That is a problem,” Damon said.
“Clearly,” Fenrir grunted, “Why is he here?”
“We found him injured in our territory yesterday but I don’t trust him, it’s too… convenient after Harry was attacked by those strays but we didn’t know what else to do with him," Damon explained, glad that Harlan was no longer primarily his problem. "We were allowing him the chance to prove himself; so far he hasn't specifically done anything note worthy.”
“I will deal with him later,” Fenrir said with a low growl of irritation at waking up to someone unknown in his territory, “I want to see Harry.”
“My Alpha,” Jenson said, approaching them and bowing his head to Fenrir in a show of submission, which Callie copied to demonstrate that they were not seeking to challenge his position. “It is good to see you awake finally.”
Fenrir didn't feel that it was strictly needed but the Alpha appreciated the intent none the less, giving a stiff nod, accepting the signs of submission that they offered him, “Callie, will you fetch Harry to me please,” the Alpha ordered, desperate to see his little mate.
“Of course, my Alpha,” Callie said before going to do as she had been told, resisting the urge to tell him to take it slow and maybe remain sitting for a while longer before attempting anything strenuous. However she wisely kept her mouth shut and went off to do as she’d been asked, Jenson following in her wake. He didn’t like the way Harlan had been eyeing the two females of the group and wouldn’t leave either of them unaccompanied for any length of time.
Damon got to his feet and watched as Fenrir did the same, though the Alpha wolf struggled a little, winching with each movement, but finally managed it without aid. The beta wolf eyed Harlan suspiciously; he was watching on with heightened curiosity and keeping an annoyingly tight hold on Micha’s arm. It made Damon want to snap the strange wolf's neck for touching his pack brother. However it was an instinct that he had to suppress as Harry emerged from the forest, Jenson and Callie following in his wake, the others nowhere in sight. Harry had clearly, literally come running when he heard that Fenrir had regained consciousness.
Harry almost full out ran to his mate, the relief upon seeing him wake finally was overwhelming. After his behaviour over the last few days, with how protective he had been and the kiss, everyone was expecting the pup's arms to be flung around the Alpha’s neck and for it to be a beautiful cheesy moment where they kissed and hugged one another and nothing else would matter but that Fenrir was okay and they could finally be together.
This was why everyone was so shocked, when Harry, upon reaching the Alpha, slapped him hard across the face. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again you complete and utter bastard!” Harry said angrily through a low growl of irritation from Fenrir. Damon hissed at the profanity but kept his mouth shut. Everyone else stood, mouths agape, unable to process what had happened as it was not what had been expected.
“You really need to stop hitting me, little one,” Fenrir said in his gruff tone as he took Harry into his arms, holding on to his hips and practically lifting him up off the ground so that the slight teenager was more at his level.
“Yeah well, you scared me, I think I was justified in hitting you,” Harry said in a huff as he wrapped his arms around the Alpha’s neck, finally holding him. Damon rolled his eyes, though found himself slightly amused by the way the pair acted. The recklessly idiotic, and adorably clueless, Harry they all knew and loved was finally back with them. All it had taken was for Fenrir to wake up.
Fenrir gave a soft laugh, all he wanted to do was to kiss his little mate but was overly aware of the many eyes on them, watching their every move and he didn’t want any of them to intrude on that moment between him and Harry. Their first kiss would have to wait for short while but that didn’t mean he was going to be letting Harry out of his sight any time soon. The Alpha was too grateful that his little mate was alright, he had been so scared about losing him. To have him in his arms again felt wonderful and he wasn’t intending on giving that up until he had no other choice.
Despite his injuries Fenrir felt like the most powerful man in the world having Harry willingly in his arms as his mate. He nuzzled into the younger wolf before putting him back down on his own two feet. However one strong arm remained wrapped around the pup’s smaller form making it undeniably clear whom Harry belonged to and that he was not going anywhere.
“My Alpha, perhaps we should eat,” Callie suggested. “Would you like me to prepare a meal?” Fenrir looked curiously at her for asking permission to do this. It wasn’t common practice for her to ask before cooking for the group.
“Now that the Alpha is back on his feet perhaps we should make a run for supplies,” Jenson suggested, something that initiated a low growl from the Alpha who didn’t like the red haired wolf encroaching on his leadership. “Sorry my, Alpha,” Jenson said, lowering his gaze to the floor, submitting willingly once more.
“Are supplies low?” Fenrir asked.
“Yes my Alpha, we have been spread too thin to do much in the way of hunting,” Damon explained, “Our priority was to protect the pack from any possible attack.”
“Jenson, take Micha, go into town and get what we need, don’t be long.” Fenrir had been eyeing the new werewolf carefully, he had an uneasy feeling in his gut about him and didn’t like the way he was cuddled up to Micha anymore than Damon did. His Beta was right to view him as highly suspicious.
Micha was practically beaming at being given such an important job and being asked to go on the supply run with Jenson, something that Damon had denied him. He didn’t fully understand the reasoning behind the decision making but was just happy to be included rather than treated like a child.
“I’ll fetch back Lukas and the other pups,” Damon said, thinking that he wanted them all to be together as a solid unit if two pack brothers were leaving the territory. Fenrir nodded his agreement to this, moving over to the fire and sitting himself down with Harry nestled between his legs, snuggling up to his chest and happy to be there.
The Alpha wrapped strong arms around the submissive, inhaling the clean scent of soap from his skin, “You have better still cuddle up to me now that I’m awake,” he said in Harry’s ear, keeping his voice low so that none of the others would over hear them.
“Only when you’re not grumpy,” Harry said in return smiling up at him cheekily.
“And don’t expect to be sleeping with Clayton or any of the others anymore; you’ll sleep in my arms,” the Alpha continued, which only made Harry sigh with exasperation, rolling his eyes. Harry wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
“You were so much more agreeable when you were unconscious.”
Fenrir snorted in amusement, holding Harry close to him. He had almost lost his mate and he had paid the price for the stupidity, he wasn’t going to let anyone near his mate again that was for sure. Harry needed to get used to being protected and fussed over, he was the Alpha’s mate, second only to Fenrir in the pack hierarchy, which entitled him to be well looked after.
Quickly Damon returned, with Romy, Lukas and Clayton in tow, all of them happy to see the Alpha awake again and Harry in his arms. Upon hearing about Fenrir's recovery they had hung back and allowed Harry to go ahead. They had known he would be keen to see his mate. If they had known what Harry's reaction was actually going to be they would have hurried along to watch, Clay especially. Each of the returning pack members came forward to express their relief that Fenrir was alright, each offering a sign of submission to him, even the pups whom it really wasn’t required of.
There was a brief explanation about Fenrir’s orders, that Jenson and Micha would be going into town, during which Harlan hung back from the group, seemingly observing them all; something that didn’t escape the Alpha’s notice. He was keeping a close watch on this new werewolf, his instincts telling him to be cautious.
Jenson and Micha, after grabbing backpacks, were warned to be vigilant before being allowed to finally leave the territory. Fenrir was glad he had chosen to send the two of them; it had been less than an hour since he had woken up and already the bickering between the pair of them was giving him a headache. He hoped that by sending them off into town together that they might get over any issues that they had. The two of them never stopped their childish squabbling.
Damon, on the other hand, didn’t like the idea of letting Micha out of his sight for even a moment but he was aware of the reason why Fenrir had asked him to go with Jenson other than the headache was getting from their bickering. They couldn’t very well talk to Harlan with Micha clinging to him and making googly eyes towards him constantly. And besides, now would definitely not be a good time to question the newly awoken Alpha’s decisions.
The Alpha didn’t want to get up or question the werewolf that was a stranger to him because that would mean leaving Harry, and that wasn’t something that he wanted to do, ever, but equally he didn’t want to allow his mate to get involved in this either. He needed answers though, and he would make it clear exactly whose pack this was. Harlan had made an appearance when Fenrir had been unconscious and the new wolf was yet to submit, the Alpha however was going to change that.
“Clayton,” Fenrir barked. “Sit with Harry,” he ordered.
Harry glared at his mate, “I don’t need to be babysat,” he said grumpily. “I’d be fine on my own!”
“Yeah and you proved just how well you coped on your own the other night,” Clay said heading towards them, as Fenrir gave his mate an amused look when Clayton agreed with him, it wasn’t often that the two male pup’s would side with anyone other than each other. The Alpha rubbed his cheek against Harry’s gently before getting up and allowing the other pup to sit beside his mate.
“Shut up, Clay,” Harry grumbled as they bumped shoulders playfully, Clayton clearly amused by the turn of events.
“As long as you two don’t keep me up all night, I’m happy for you,” Clay said with a wicked grin on his face, enjoying the bright scarlet Harry turned.
Fenrir left them to it, knowing that Clay wouldn’t take his eyes of Harry even for a minute. As soon as Clayton became of age and became a full pack member, rather than just a pup, he would no doubt be counted as one of the packs best fighters, certainly on Damon’s level if not on Jenson’s eventually. Fenrir knew that Clay would lay down his life for Harry without question or hesitation.
Fenrir was proud of his pack. They were strong and no one was going to change that. Especially not this stranger. It was Harlan that the Alpha approached now, Damon backing him up. With Micha gone it gave them the perfect opportunity to speak to him. The Alpha may have only just woken up but he couldn’t afford to show weakness now, if he did then the results could be dire.
Harry watched his mate go, resting his head upon Clay’s shoulder, wondering what was so important that Fenrir would be separated from him so soon after being reunited. That was when he realised who they were headed towards. With the frantic worry of the past few days Harry hadn’t acknowledged the new addition to their territory, neither when he was tied to a tree or allowed to roam free. He hadn’t bothered asking who he was but now that Fenrir was better he was curious.
“Clay, who is that?”Harry asked motioning to the handsome Harlan who was looking a little nervous at the approach of the Alpha wolf and his Beta.
“Harlan,” Clay told him, “Dad and Micha found him the other night.”
“You don’t like him,” Harry said, it wasn’t a question, it was a simple statement, picking up on Clay’s tone.
“Not a bit,” Clay returned, “Only Micha really likes him but only because he fancies him.”
“I thought Micha fancied Lukas,” Harry queried.
“He did but Lukas isn’t into guys, Harlan seems pretty interested in Micha though,” Clay said with a shrug.
“I think your Dad should date him, I think Micha needs someone to take care of him, Damon would be good for him.” Harry said with a smile.
“EW, don’t be gross,” Clay said pulling a face and Harry laughed.
The two pups watched as Fenrir grabbed Harlan round the throat, slamming him into a nearby tree and Harry had to look away, not liking the violence of the action nor the fierce look on his mate’s face as he made it perfectly clear who was in charge. It wasn’t a look that Harry liked to see on his Alpha’s face, though he was aware of the reason that it had to be there.
“Can we go,” Harry asked turning to Clay and giving him a desperate look, “I don’t want to see this.”
Clayton looked apprehensive however the Alpha hadn’t given them strict instructions to stay put or not to move so he had no argument about not going. He still didn’t think that it would be appreciated if they took off without a word of where they were going through but as long as they didn’t go far it shouldn’t be a problem.
“We stay in the territory and within sight of the clearing,” Clay said, giving in under the pleading eyes of his best friend. He wasn’t keen on being in the Alpha’s bad books right now.
“I wasn’t suggesting anything else,” Harry said with a smile as the two of them got to their feet. Both of them shoved their hands into their pockets and started walking, seemingly unnoticed by any of the others who were all too busy watching the disagreement between Fenrir and Harlan.
“You aren’t planning on anymore running away are you?” Clay asked once they were far enough out of the clearing and out of earshot of all the others. They had been subconsciously meandering towards the storage cave without really thinking about where their feet were taking them.
Harry furrowed his brow, not entirely sure how he felt about that question. “I don’t have any reason to run anymore,” he told him, but he found himself avoiding looking at his best friend.
His emotions about the whole thing felt so mixed up and confusing that he wasn’t sure he wanted to discuss them. He kept waiting for the pack to remember that the attack had been all his fault, but it didn’t seem like they blamed him; or at least they blamed him a lot less than he blamed himself. He just felt so ashamed of himself, for having let the others, let Fenrir, get hurt for him. And that wasn’t even start on how embarrassed he felt about having to be rescued.
“Good!” Clay said sternly, glad to realise that he believed Harry. He had been worried that the trust between them might have been broken, but it seemed their friendship had a stronger foundation than he had dared hope.
“Lukas found my potion ingredients,” Harry said after a moment of hesitation.
“Oh?” Clay said with a mix of interest and curiosity as to why Harry had mentioned it. Since he had disappeared off the buy the ingredients they hadn’t exactly mentioned it again, Clay had just assumed that Harry had found a way to brew the potion.
“He said I have to tell Fenrir or he’s going to,” Harry confided as he started kicking at the ground with the toe of his converse.
“Are you going to tell him then?” Clay asked as he flopped down onto the ground, leaning up against the trunk of a tree, close to the mouth of the cave. Harry collapsed down beside his friend, cuddling up to his side so that they could share their warmth, glad to be away from the violence in the clearing. Being out near the storage cave gave them a lot more privacy to talk.
“I guess so. I don’t want Lukas to tell him. If he’s going to find out I guess I should be the one to tell him,” Harry said with a frown, “I just wanted to let you know, just in case. You did help me get them after all.”
“Thanks for the reminder,” Clay said with a smirk, “I think I can hold my own if it comes to it.”
“There you two are,” Romy said coming towards them looking a little frantic, “the Alpha is frantic because you disappeared again.”
“We didn’t go anywhere,” Harry said with exasperation, “we’re just talking.”
Romy rolled her eyes at him, not quite believing that Harry still didn’t get it. Fenrir was never going to relax about having him out of his sight. She quickly turned around to go and tell Fenrir where they were and that they were fine and just talking.
“I think I’m in love with that girl,” Clay said with a sigh as they watched her go. Neither he nor Harry made any move to get up, knowing full well that once Romy informed Fenrir of where they were he would find them.
“Does she know that?” Harry asked with a slight smile at the admission from his friend. Harry had known all too well how he had felt about her, though it was nice to finally hear Clay admit to it.
“If she does then she’s not interested in me and if she doesn’t then I’ve got no idea how to make it any clearer. At least not without Jenson completely kicking my arse, he doesn’t want me anywhere near her.”
Harry giggled, “It’s not like you have the best track record with girls, Clay, that night we went out for my birthday you had at least four girls stick their tongues down your throat.
“Better four of them than none,” Clay said teasingly, smirking at Harry.
“Yeah, they weren’t exactly my type, Clay,” Harry pointed out. The two of them had never had the discussion where they discussed sexuality. With Clay it was obvious that he was very much an admirer of the female form and with Harry it was overly clear that he was not.
“Okay, fair point, but not all of us can get mated to a Pack Alpha at fifteen,” Clay teased his friend and receiving a glare for his troubles that made him chuckle.
“I didn’t know you were interested in Fenrir that way,” Harry said with a massive grin as he teased his friend back. It was nice to finally have their banter back and to feel comfortable enough with one another that they could do this. They could be best friends again, no more fighting or arguing, at least for the moment.
“What? Oh, EW, Harry! No!” Clay protested, “That is so NOT what I meant.”
“Good to know,” a gruff voice said behind them, “Clayton, back to the clearing; Harry, you stay put.”
Scrambling to his feet in shock at the Alpha’s sudden appearance Clay rushed to do as he was told, cheeks aflame with embarrassment at being overheard in their rather private conversation. He could hear Harry laughing at him as he left.
“What have I done now?” Harry asked, the laughter dying from his lips when he turned to see a stern faced Fenrir glaring at him, arms folded across the large chest that was still covered in bandages.
“You put this pack in danger, again,” Fenrir told him, “I am very glad that you are okay and I, of course, will always protect you, but you HAVE to stop running away.”
Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the scolding, “But… I wasn’t running… I was just talking to Clay… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…” Harry was trying very hard not to cry. “You don’t have to protect me… I don’t want to be a burden…”
“Little one, stop!” Fenrir ordered, “You are not a burden, as long as you tell someone you can go for walks, just not alone. I was talking about what caused this,” he said, motioning to the bandages covering his chest.
“But I don’t want to run anymore, I won’t run, I promise,” Harry pleaded. “I don’t need to be babysat like a little kid; even Romy is allowed to walk around unaccompanied,” he added grumpily.
“Romy isn’t the Alpha’s mate, little one!” Fenrir said sternly. “You’re important.”
“I don’t want to be important, I just want to be with you!” Harry said with frustration, his cheeks flushing red when he realised what he had more or less yelled at his mate.
Fenrir’s chest seemed to puff out proudly without conscious thought at Harry’s words; he was more than delighted at his mate’s declaration. However, he still needed Harry to understand the importance of his position within the pack and also the potential danger that that put him in.
“You are with me,” Fenrir said with a low, possessive growl, taking hold of his little mate and drawing him into his chest. He felt the warmth of Harry’s arms surrounding him, or at least trying to, the Alpha’s large frame wouldn’t allow Harry to completely encircle him. He grunted with discomfort at the pressure put on the still healing wounds but held Harry there when the younger werewolf went to pull away in concern. Fenrir was certain the slight pain was a fair price to pay to have his mate so close to him and finally understanding.
Fenrir tipped Harry’s head up so that golden eyes could focus on emerald. Looking deadly serious the Alpha said, “I’m going to kiss you,” and nervously Harry gave a slight, tentative nod of his head. He had never kissed anyone before but he was glad that his first kiss was going to be with Fenrir and not in a bar somewhere with a complete stranger like Clay’s had been.
The older wolf had wanted to lay claim to what was now rightfully and willingly his since the moment he had laid eyes upon Harry again. His little mate was every bit as perfect as he had hoped, though perhaps more stubborn and rebellious than was agreeable but he wouldn’t have changed him for anything because he was Harry, just Harry. Here he was in his arms, agreeing to their first kiss and Fenrir was determined to prove himself worthy of it. He bent down but also lifted Harry a little way off the ground.
The teen felt as if he were literally being swept off his feet as the Alpha wolf picked him up, his arms tightening around him, and then strong lips were pressed against his. Harry wasn’t sure what he was expecting, his heart racing as he encircled his arms around his mate's neck. The familiar musky scent of man overwhelming him but what was surprising was how much he loved letting Fenrir have completely control.
Harry was not usually one to follow anyone’s lead, he was far too independent and headstrong for that but it just felt right with Fenrir. He had never realised before but it was his inner wolf and the instincts that went with it which allowed him to submit to his Alpha even when he hadn’t meant or intended to. He was finally starting to understand how even Clay and Damon, two very dominant men, could submit to another man’s authority so easily.
It felt wonderful to be in his mate’s arms, to feel his lips, taste his tongue. Harry realised that for the first time since he had arrived in pack territory he felt completely safe and at ease, as if nothing could touch him, not while he had Fenrir to protect him. To kiss him, claiming him as a mate properly was more than Harry could ever have hoped for. In that brief moment he forgot about all the worries that plagued him. It was perfect and it was theirs and theirs alone.
FGHP
Jenson had taken hold of Micha to apparate them both to the nearest town. Micha had been there before with Fenrir, of course, and Jenson often travelled through on his way to work so neither were strangers to the place. The atmosphere in town when they arrived, however, was uneasy; there was only one word on everyone's lips and people were talking, even talking to them, the strangers that passed through on rare occasions. Murder was the only topic of discussion.
Jenson had a little money left, though he knew that he would have to start going to work again now that Fenrir was back on his feet. He would broach the subject when they got back, but for now they had to make do. While in the butcher's they caught words like brutal and sadistic. In the greengrocer's they heard 'monstrous' and 'should be killed'. By the time they reached the pharmacy they had gathered enough snippets of information to know that a woman had been killed. Though her life had not just been taken quickly, the act had been a slow torturing demise. No one deserved to go that way.
“This is madness,” Jenson mumbled under his breath, encouraging, the far too curious, Micha out of the pharmacy, once they had all that they needed.
They had enough trouble of their own, without getting caught up in the town’s business; Fenrir had been very clear about getting back quickly, and Jenson intended to keep to that. It was odd though, he had to admit. Sure there were occasional murders around these parts but they were rare, and he couldn’t remember ever having heard of one this brutal before. Usually it was the jealous acts of rage of a husband killing his wife or a hit and run, nothing like this.
For a moment he wondered whether Gideon might have been involved in murder, but this wasn’t at all his style. This seemed beyond even the twisted little omega wolf, Jack and his sick, perverted ways. However, it was likely that he had escalated to much worse than what Jenson remembered him talking about. Jenson was sure that Gideon would at least have some wolves in his pack that were capable of such violence, whether that was Jack or someone unknown. Gideon had always preferred having those more prone to violence and acts of sadistic brutality in his pack.
Either way Fenrir was going to have to be told. If this was down to the work of one of the strays then it could jeopardise the safety of their territory. Everything that they worked so hard for could easily just vanish if one muggle decided to venture too far into the woods searching for answers. If the Ministry of Magic got wind of it then they could be breathing down their necks too and no one wanted that. Werewolf laws and registrations weren’t too bad but they weren’t exactly favourable towards them either.
“We should get back,” Jenson said as he picked up a paper that someone had left on a bench.
It was a local paper, specific for the town and its surrounding areas. The front page held a picture of the murdered girl, long brown hair and big blue eyes, she had been beautiful and clearly well-loved in the town. Scanning the contents of the article he picked up details such as eyes super glued open, stabbed, raped and his stomach churned violently. He hadn’t thought that even a werewolf was capable of this level of psychotic violence. Though he could very well believe that Gideon and his pack of savage beasts could have done this, he knew his older brother too well to think that he would reign in his pack when it came to acts such as this.
“You okay, Jen?” Micha asked him, knowing how much the shortening annoyed the older wolf. Jenson scowled at the nickname, hating for his name to be butchered in such a way as, in his mind, it made him sound like a girl.
“This doesn’t feel right,” Jenson replied as he stuffed the newspaper into his already full backpack to show Fenrir upon their return. They had enough to sustain them all for a few days at least now and in that time they would be able to go hunting to get their food supplies up. “Let’s get back to the rest of the pack, Fenrir will need to know about the dead girl.”
Micha nodded eagerly, he was all too happy to return, looking forward to seeing Harlan again. He liked having him as company and was hoping to take it further with him.
“What are you looking so smug about?” Jenson asked, trying to coax Micha out of his daydream.
“Sorry, just thinking about Harlan,” Micha said, his cheeks flushing pink, Jenson just looked at him with disapproval.
“I wouldn’t get overly attached to him, Micha, I doubt he’ll be with us long,” Jenson warned the younger wolf, trying not to sound too harsh on the matter. He had been the one to tell Damon not to force them apart for fear of actually pushing them closer together. He didn’t want to do exactly that.
“What do you mean?” Micha asked with hurt confusion. He had been under the impression that Harlan would be staying, he had been making the effort to include him, make him feel as if he was one of them. Micha desperately wanted for Harlan to stay and become a fully-fledged and trusted member of the pack.
“He isn’t one of us and he isn’t ever likely to be; no one trusts him. His arrival in the pack was too convenient, can’t you see that?” Jenson asked, as if explaining to a child why it was a bad thing to stick your finger in a plug socket. Jenson just couldn’tunderstand how Micha didn’t see how suspicious Harlan’s sudden appearance in their territory was.
“He was hurt and he needed help just like I did… I would have died if Fenrir had turned me away from the pack. We can’t do that to him,” Micha argued, he was determined to be right about Harlan. He had noticed how the others were acting towards the new wolf, he wasn’t stupid after all, but he wanted to prove them all wrong.
“He isn’t like you, Micha, we can’t trust him,” Jenson hissed back, keeping his voice low. They were still in town and couldn’t afford to be over heard. Though with everyone’s minds on the murder their dispute wasn’t likely to drawn much attention.
“Well I trust him,” Micha said definitely, “I really like him, Jenson,” he added a little pathetically.
“I love you, Micha, even when you irritate the fuck out of me. You’re like a little brother to me and I don’t want to see you get hurt. I don’t want you to be unhappy; you’ll find someone to be your mate but it isn’t him.” Jenson knew that he was treading on thin ice here, he could see the anger in Micha’s eyes and the stubborn determination on his face as he silently fumed.
Suddenly Micha let his temper get the better of him, becoming enraged, who was Jenson to say that Harlan wasn’t the one for him, he had no idea.He’d not spent any time with him at all, no one had, they didn’t know Harlan the way he did. “How do you know that? You can’t know that!”
“Micha …”
“No, don’t, I’ll make it work between us, you see if I don’t!” he said and started to storm off.
Jenson would have liked to allow him some time to calm down but time was not a luxury they had, plus Micha couldn’t apparate and had no hope of getting back to the territory without him. So as much as he would have liked to give him space, hell, even leave him behind and make him walk back to the territory just to teach him a lesson, Jenson wasn’t that cruel. Besides, it was too dangerous for any of them to be going wandering off all alone right now.
In a slightly worse mood Jenson began to walk in the direction that Micha had taken, knowing that the younger wolf wouldn’t make it far. He didn’t like how immature the twenty-five year old werewolf could be; he was a bigger kid than the pups on occasion and, more often than not, really got on Jenson’s nerves with all the pranks he liked to pull, but he still didn’t want to see him get hurt.
Jenson found him a short way down the road, on the edge of the town, looking miserable and pissed off, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. “I want to go home,” Micha stated grumpily sounding much like a spoilt child. Jenson simply raised an amused eyebrow at his tone.
“Good idea,” Jenson agreed dryly, not impressed with the lacking maturity from his pack brother. He was sure that his adoptive daughter was more mature than Micha despite being more than ten years younger than him.
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, just because I can’t apparate,” Micha said unhappily.
“Well if you slowed down a bit and acted your age a little more I might be inclined to teach you,” Jenson said as he took hold of Micha none too gently.
“I thought you said you didn’t want me to get hurt. You’re hurting me now,” Micha snarled, glaring up at the larger wolf.
“Shame. Now hold still, it will hurt a lot more if I accidentally splinch you,” Jenson warned, tightening his grip even more, to ensure that that wouldn’t happen, before apparating them back to the territory.
Micha tore himself from Jenson’s grip the moment they arrived back, furious at being manhandled in such a way. “Stay the fuck away from me,” Micha hissed dangerously at Jenson before throwing his backpack at him and storming off. His angry declaration had drawn the attention of the others who looked over to them, startled.
Callie looked up as the pair of them arrived back and smiled as her mate made his way over to her with their backpacks full of supplies. “Successful trip, dear?” she asked teasingly, with an obvious look of amusement.
“Not really,” Jenson replied placing a soft kiss on Callie’s lips before kissing Romy on the temple, grateful to be back and to find his mate and daughter as happy as ever.
“What happened?” Fenrir asked from his seat by fire, where he was sitting with Harry tucked under one arm. The Alpha was now free of bandages thanks to Callie, who had decided he no longer needed them. She had told him that he needed to take it easy for another few days, though she had been careful to say it when no one else was around to hear her, not wanting to make it sound as if she thought him to be weak.
“Perhaps I could have a word in private,” Jenson said, looking to the Alpha. He didn’t want to scare the pups with news of the murder. Fenrir needed to know but the others didn’t, there was no need to scare them needlessly.
Fenrir nodded once, before turning to Harry, with a very stern order of “Stay here.” To which Harry frowned and mumbled something which sound a lot like “Yes, sir, Mr Alpha bossy boots, sir,” which made Clay giggle like a school girl, he had been sitting on the opposite side of Harry, acting like a little protector even with the Alpha there.
The Alpha however didn’t look particularly fond of the new nickname but it was obvious that Jenson had something of importance to talk to him about so he leaned closer to Harry and simply said, “We’ll talk later.”
Harry looked mildly alarmed at this, but apparently it was too much for Clay who was no longer able to keep from all out laughing and decided he would take a short walk before Fenrir took offence and decided that he needed to be shown his place.
As it was Clay got a light clip round the ear from his father as he tried to walk away, something which greatly amused Harry. Fenrir couldn’t help but be a little entertained himself despite lacking in appreciation of Harry’s nickname for him. He was in a rather good mood; it was such a shame that Jenson looked as if was about to destroy that.
“What happened?” Fenrir asked, wanting to keep this brief so he could get back to his mate. He could see Harry giggling with Romy, no doubt relaying what he had said to make Clay giggle so much and earn himself a clip round the ear.
Jenson brought out the newspaper from his bag and handed to the Alpha. “The town is in uproar about this, just like our new friend I don’t think it’s much of a coincidence.” Then realising that Harlan was absent from the fire where everyone else had gathered, he added, “Where is Harlan?”
“Walking apparently, I was just glad to be rid of him for a while,” Fenrir said as he scanned over the article. “You’re right, I doubt this is a coincidence.”
“What do we do?” Jenson asked as he spotted Harlan making a reappearance at the edge of the clearing, getting annoyed when Micha got up to greet him when he hesitated about joining the rest of the pack by the fire. Fenrir watched Harry very carefully to make sure that Harlan wasn’t going to go near the young submissive.
“Not much we can do,” Fenrir grunted, following Jenson’s line of sight to where Micha was grinning sweetly at Harlan who appeared to be flirting back.
Then upon realising that there were quite a few eyes on them and no doubt spurred on from the argument he had had with Jenson, Micha took hold of Harlan’s shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss which the other wolf seemed to melt into. Harlan didn’t even seem to be surprised by how suddenly it had happened or care for the reasons behind it.
“You can’t say that you’re happy about that,” Jenson asked as they watched in dismay as Micha and Harlan really started to get into their kiss.
“Harlan won’t be with us long enough for it to matter,” Fenrir grunted, distracted by the sight of his Beta wolf stalking moodily off into the forest. Damon wasn’t seen for the next couple of hours.
FGHP
Gideon was grinning in delight, Harlan had been in the enemy pack for less than twenty-four hours and they had already received word from him. It may not have been the great news that they had hoped for but he was at least pulling his weight. Gideon had been hoping that Fenrir had died from his injuries because then he might have been released from his mission from Voldemort; however, he wasn’t going to be that lucky it seemed, as according to Harlan, Fenrir was going to make a full recovery.
The Greyback pack weren’t stupid, that was for sure, apart from one member it seemed. The others didn’t trust Harlan an inch but there was one werewolf that had fallen hook line and sinker for his obvious good looks and charm, which was what they had been hoping for. Harlan was finding it ridiculously easy to worm his way into the heart and mind of Micha. He was a sappy sort of bloke with the heart of a child, so delightfully easy to manipulate. Harlan was having fun with him it would seem. He had even noted the pretty little submissive boy that everyone seemed to bend over backwards to look after, clearly the most favoured in the pack.
With Harlan making progress, Gideon had only to worry about the restless members of his pack who wanted to hunt and, in some cases, kill. Axlar was itching to get out of the forest; he kept rehashing old kills and had taken great delight in cutting out a newspaper article that had featured the girl he had killed in town. The behaviour was fascinating but it seemed to have sparked a desire to kill again in Axlar who, when he wasn’t knitting, was playing mindlessly with his brand new blade.
The Alpha of the group had sworn that they could all kill as many forest animals as their hearts desired in as many brutal ways that they could come up with as that would mean full belly’s all round but until the mission was complete they had to stay hidden and inconspicuous. He had to keep a very close eye on them all, Axlar in particular was waiting for any opportunity to slip off unnoticed and take another victim.
Dean was getting more and more irritable in regards to Axlar, hating him more intensely every day. Russ seemed to ignore them all, still grieving for the loss of his brother, which had hit him hard, harder than any of them thought was respectable for toughened werewolves like themselves. Jack, however, seemed entirely enamoured; following about Axlar like a little puppy dog, fascinated by the man and delighted to hear any and all tales of his gruesome murders and there had been a fair few.
Even Gideon found entertainment in them. It was certainly one way to while away the cold November evenings. As a group of five men they had very little else to do. However it wasn’t going to remain the five of them plus Harlan for long. Voldemort had sent word that there were others on their way. This had excited Gideon just as much as word from Harlan had. Things were coming together rather nicely.
He flexed his silver hand, hating it for what it represented but loving it for the power it gave him over his own kind. He was going to enjoy using it on the bitches in the Greyback pack, Harlan had said that there were two. That would mean they would have to share but as Alpha he would get to go first. Axlar would take the one left over as was his right as Beta wolf and then the others could have the scraps, which would be all that was left of the females when they were through with them. Though, they could probably hand that loved up Micha boy around a bit until he was broken beyond repair.He was apparently keen enough; they would soon show him a bit of the real world. They would have to teach him what it was to love so foolishly and recklessly.
FGHP
After his conversation with Jenson, Fenrir had made good on his promise and dragged Harry off into the forest so that they could talk. However, not before the Alpha had instructed Jenson to keep a very close eye on Micha and Harlan; he didn’t want them wandering off to do stuff that might startle the pups.
Fenrir had purposefully gone in the opposite direction than what Damon had taken, having a fair idea of why the Beta wolf had wanted to be alone for a while and wanting to respect that. Besides, he wanted a certain degree of privacy for the discussion he was about to have with his little mate.
“Before you get all grumpy with me -” Harry started to say but was swiftly cut off by firm lips pressing against his that made his stomach dissolve into tingling butterflies.
“You won’t call me that again, little one,” Fenrir said as he kissed his way down Harry’s jaw to his neck where he proceeded to mark his claim on the teenager. Biting gently down on the sensitive skin, suckling to form a purple mark at the nape where it would easily be seen.
“I thought it was a rather… ah… fitting nickname, it’s only fair… you have one,” Harry said, finding it rather difficult to concentrate when all he could focus on was what his Alpha was doing to his neck.
“If you must have one, pick something else,” Fenrir growled, giving a final nip to his mate’s sensitive skin that was now well and truly claimed.
“Okay… umm… seeing as you don’t like Alpha bossy boots… how about I call you … Fen?” Harry asked after some deliberation, however during this rather intense thought process his hands had not remained still, instead roaming leisurely over his mate’s upper body, absentmindedly playing with his light blonde chest hair and fingertips gliding over erect nipples. One day Harry was going to have to buy the man a shirt.
“A big improvement,” Fenrir said as he allowed his little mate to explore his body, relishing in the soft, teasing touches, that Harry didn’t even seem to realise he was making.
“Fen it is then,” Harry said with a slight and very beautiful, at least in Fenrir’s eyes, smile. Without picking him up, Harry was only just tall enough to rest his head mid chest, he would have to stand on his tip-toes if he were to take a nipple into his mouth, something that Fenrir found himself thinking about as Harry leaned forward and placed a soft kiss upon his chest, fingertips ghosting gently over the bandage free scars.
“And you’ll always be my little one,” Fenrir said, his arms wrapping around Harry and drawing him closer so that he wouldn’t be able to see the scars. The Alpha didn’t have to be as smart as Lukas or Romy to realise that Harry blamed himself for them.
“It’s cold,” Harry said, pressing himself more snuggly against Fenrir for the warmth the larger man seemed to radiate.
“I won’t allow my mate freeze,” Fenrir declared roughly, scooping Harry up in his arms, “let’s go back and sit by the fire.” Automatically Harry had found his arms wrapped around Fenrir’s neck despite his slight unhappiness at being carted around like a sack of potatoes.
“I can walk you know,” Harry mumbled half-heartedly, “I’ve got two legs and I assure you that I’m very capable. I have been doing it for fourteen years or so; you know, probably since before you bit me.”
Fenrir tensed at the mention. “I’m not going to say I’m sorry,” he said firmly, “I don’t regret it.” Clearly the two of them had a lot of things to discuss but Fenrir didn’t want to ruin tonight by getting into it now.
“I didn’t expect you to say sorry,” Harry said a little disgruntled, “It’s not who you are, I got you to say it once and even then you didn’t want to.”
“Let’s not talk about this,” Fenrir suggested gruffly, holding Harry closer to him, fearing that he might try to run again, “not today, little one.”
Harry let out a little growl of annoyance at being dismissed so; it was something he needed answers about, but he supposed he didn’t need them right at that moment and he didn’t purposefully want to pick a fight, not when things had just become so easy and settled between them. “But we will… eventually, right?” he asked hopefully. He didn’t want to have to fight tooth and nail to get what he needed, not from his mate.
“If you want to,” the Alpha agreed, not looking forward to that particular conversation but realising that it would have to be had eventually. Harry wasn’t about to forget that it was owed to him in a hurry.
“Are you just saying that to keep me happy right now and stop me from causing an argument?” Harry questioned casually as he leant back enough to look the Alpha in the eye, giving him a pointed look.
“Did it work?” Fenrir asked hopefully, with a small smug smile gracing his ruggedly handsome face.
“I guess it might have done... for now at least,” Harry said, snuggling into his mate. He might have objected to the older werewolf lugging him around, but at least he was warm. “You know you shouldn’t be carrying me like this,” Harry said as his final form of protest.
“And why not?” Fenrir questioned curiously. He was intrigued into why it was that Harry believed he shouldn’t be carry his mate around.
“Because I wasn’t the one seriously injured a few days ago,” Harry said pointedly.
Fenrir snorted in amusement at this, “As you once said to me little one, it doesn’t hurt, I’m fine.”
“Yeah, and do you remember just how ‘fine’ I was?” Harry argued back.
“We are basically there now,” Fenrir pointed out
“Should you really be carrying him, my Alpha?” Callie asked as the Fenrir approached where the rest of the pack was gathered.
“Don’t you start too, Callie,” Fenrir said with a low growl of warning making her back off at once.
“I tried to tell him,” Harry said to her and he thought he saw the older of the two women roll her eyes as the Alpha and his mate sat down in front of the fire, Fenrir pulling a few blankets over them, not looking forward to having Harry teasing and undermining him in front of the others. “Thank you… Fen,” Harry said giving his mate a sweet kiss to the lips.
Harry ignored the rest of the pack as he closed his eyes and settled down to sleep, content and warm in his mate's arms. Fenrir, however, as much as he was enjoying having Harry on his lap and in his arms, couldn’t allow himself to sleep yet, his eyes travelled over his pack, surveying them all.
Jenson was curled up with Callie and Romy, the young girl already fast asleep, using her adoptive father’s lap as a cushion. Lukas and Clay were huddled together, both with steaming mugs of tea in hand. Micha and Harlan were sitting slightly back from the fire, clearly in their own little world sharing slight kisses and touches beneath several blankets. Damon was still nowhere to be seen and he made a mental note to talk to his Beta come morning.
He didn’t like that Harlan and Micha were so wrapped up in each other but he wouldn’t cause a fuss about it now. With two of the pack already asleep, including Harry in his arms, he didn’t want to disturb them all now. Plus he had a feeling that separating them wouldn’t be painless.
Come morning he would have to start organising and taking control. Until the problem with the strays was sorted they would have to have to each take it in turns to watch over the pack as they slept. He would do the honour tonight, he needed the time to think about the problem that was Harlan and he also wanted to make sure Damon returned to them in one piece. He truly felt sorry for his oldest friend but there was nothing that he could do about his suffering.

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