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The Way We Are	By : shespeaksofnothing Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Way We Are

"To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The forces of two bodies upon each other are always equal and directed to contrary parts." Hatred, fear, love, and madness: such is the nature of the werewolf. The constant conflict between human and beast may break the foundations of the pack. If it is not torn apart by war, first.

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Chapter 2

Morning was warmer, though nothing is as cold as waking up alone in bed. Light flooded through the grimy window, straight into Annette�s eyes. At first she stretched, reaching for that familiar hard, warm body. When she found none she frowned and sat up, last night running back through her head. The female werewolf sniffed the air lightly and listened.
Her senses had sharpened since the bite, though not of their own accord. As she�d built a trust with Fenrir, who was for all intents and purposes at that time her captor, the one who infected her, and the murderer of her family, he�d guided her into a better understanding of lycanthropy. Beyond facts and statistics, which her father had drilled into her, but into the very depth of being a wolf. It hadn�t taken her long to become nearly feral. Years under his eye and under his guidance had changed her to say the least. Her instincts didn�t tend to conflict with her emotions on such a high level, her mind remained mostly human, but there was always the wolf. It bit and tore at her brain, demanding to be unleashed, and she just could not control it at times. The restraints on the wolf were weak, and Fenrir was attuned to weakness, so she�d had to learn to hide it. She�d taken his teachings only so far, living along with the wolf symbiotically, as Fenrir�s way seemed to lead to a darker, bloodier acceptance of the affliction. He was Greyback, no matter what phase the moon was in. He was primal, instinctual, and his human nature often conflicted with the wolf that had taken residence in his body, especially where she was concerned. She understood this- he wasn�t very hard to figure out, but neither was he foolish or thick- and she often figured that was why he�d taken her as his mate.
She heard no movement downstairs and scented nothing unusual. The wizard had obviously gone in the night, but the werewolf had never returned to his room. Shedding the covers, she slipped out of bed carefully and padded to the bathroom across the hall. She showered quietly, letting the hot water knock the chill from her body. She ran her fingers through the length of her hair, untangling it and working a thick lather from root to tip. A small smile crept across her lips, thinking of last night when larger, less nimble hands worked through her scalp. He�d gotten himself stuck once or twice, and she�d had to rescue his fingers from massive tangles, made worse by his struggling. She�d giggled despite his frustration and put her hands over his, guiding his fingers gently through the dark fall of wet hair at her back. There had been no question when she�d offered to return the favor, standing on her toes and lathering up his sorely neglected hair, working through it with skilled fingers and gentle pressure, leaving him sighing in pleasure. Of course, after that everything became intimate touching and soon tangling limbs and gasping, but it was these moments of mutual affection that made her smile. She leaned forward, scrubbing her face under the stream. Her fingers lingered for a while over her scars, keeping her eyes closed against the steaming water, running the soft pads over each one. Each line was silvery, deeply raised and jagged, winding along the fine bones of her face. Three raked across her cheek and jaw, one began above her eyebrow, trailing back along her scalp. All four originated mere inches from her left eye, and ended along the back of her head and neck. Her hand trailed over her high cheekbone, following the widest to her ear. It was split in half, only the thickest cartilage close to her scalp remained, the rest ripped away by a hooked claw. The remaining flesh was rough and jagged, and it formed a sort of crude crescent shape. The cursed wounds had been left to heal naturally, mostly, but even with the enhanced healing capabilities of her kind, it had taken months. It was too late by the time any magic had been applied, the damage was done and massive scarring occurred. They were still as sharp and clear as the day she received them.
She sighed, turning off the tap and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a threadbare towel around herself. She heard the door to the back garden shut. The female padded down a few stairs, leaning over the railing as she watched Greyback emerge from the kitchen. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, staring at her for a long moment. She wondered idly what he�d do to her for her insubordination last night. He wasn�t usually one to punish her after the fact. Usually retribution was swift. Her eyes roamed over his face, which seemed uncharacteristically lined and pallid, and she figured he must not have slept. She�d grown used to the fact that he would wake in the early morning most days, and leave her alone in that cottage until nightfall. No explanations were ever given, it was just how things were done. For him to be here in the middle of the day looking weary gave her pause.
�Fenrir?� She broke the silence with a whisper, raising a curious eyebrow.
The male gave no verbal response, but kept his eyes locked to hers as he closed the distance between them. She put a tentative hand on his shoulder. His jacket was damp, and she smelled rain.
�Where�ve you been?� she said a bit more confidently.
Fenrir shook his head slightly, �Still angry with you, you know.� But his body said nothing of the sort.
�When aren�t you?� she smirked, �How about some rough sex, then? Would that make you feel better?�
He smirked in return, bending down slowly, as if he ached, and scooped her up in his powerful arms. �Later, perhaps.� He carried her up the stairs and across threshold to his bed, laying her down still wrapped in the towel. In a few moments the fireplace was roaring, and he�d stripped his sodden clothes off and hung them to dry across an armchair. The female had pulled off her towel and slipped on a threadbare black nightdress, sitting on her knees and using it to dry her damp hair. Her mate crawled into the bed and lie facing her on his side. He ran a large hand over her exposed knee, yawning so widely his jaw cracked.
�Still haven�t answered my question, darling.� Annette twisted the towel around length of her tresses, wringing the water out.
Fenrir gave her a hard look, �I don�t intend to.�
The female shrugged, unraveling her hair and throwing the towel to the floor. �I�m only curious, you know. Wanting to sleep in the middle of the day? That�s what old men do, Fenrir. �
His hand roamed a little further up to her thigh, and he laughed short and sharp, like a bark, �Well I suppose I have gone a bit soft in my old age. Its hard keeping up with a mouthy little minx day in and day out.�
She smiled and lay down alongside him. �I�m not making any promises to keep my mouth shut, if that�s what you�re getting at. You know I don�t agree with-�
�Enough.� There was an edge to his voice.
She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. He pulled her close, and rested his nose in the crook of her neck to inhale the fresh scent of honeysuckle on her skin. The little female responded enthusiastically, rubbing her cheek alongside his. The fur along his jaw scratched her fair flesh as he nipped her collarbone sharply. She hissed between her teeth as his pointed canines pinched her flesh, it was aggressive but there was no blood. That was her punishment, and that alone. You�re pushing your luck,, the gesture spoke. He was animalistic at the best of times, and together they communicated in this nonverbal way, even when the moon wasn�t full. She responded with a tentative lick to his ear, but she growled nonetheless: I respectfully disagree. Being able to read Fenrir was something that Annette prided herself in, and she hadn�t failed to notice that his shoulders were taunt and stiff beneath her palms. Something was troubling him, and he was stressed. Of course, he�d never talk about it, but she wasn�t going to drop the subject of the Death Eater�s visit last night that easily. There would be time for brow-beating later.
�You don�t have to give in to them, you know. They�ve got nothing to offer us.�
�Annette��he growled.
She suddenly sat upright, pushing his arms away from her. �No. I will not keep quiet about this. There�s been enough to worry about with the Ministry out for our blood. I don�t know about you, Fenrir, but I�m not keen on watching my pack mates snuffed out or dragged in by the Capture Unit. The last thing we need is to be associated with Death Eaters and their ridiculous pureblood obsession��
�Enough, Annette!�
��AND the world at large doesn�t need to see you out gallivanting around with those bastards to know you�re a threat. You�re still feared and respected and all of that nonsense, Fenrir. Oh just strike me if you must but you�re going to hear me out on this!�
He�d raised himself up from the mattress, poised inches from her face, looking murderous. He didn�t strike her, though. He towered over her, but she stared him down, eyes burning into his without a trace of fear. There was something strange in his expression. Something she didn�t quite recognize, something he couldn�t communicate in any apparent way. He looked like he wanted to hit her, to shut her up, but there was some sort of anxiousness behind it. Her expression softened slightly and she sighed in frustration, rubbing her face with her hands. His eyes still bore into her through the top of her head.
�Fenrir, we�ve done so much trying to keep ourselves safe�and you�ve had your blood, we all have. There�s nothing they can give you, you know that. You�d just be fanning the fires of hatred, not only for what we are but for their crimes as well. Think of the pack.�
�I am thinking of the pack. They should fear us!�
�They do. That�s why we lost Firetail last month and most of your pack during the first war. The more they see us as a threat, the more they hunt us. The more often we�re out in the open, the bigger target we are. I know you�ve hated hiding all this time but sooner or later they�ll come after you, and you can only dodge them for so long�.� she flushed slightly, looking up at him through her fringe. It was rarely hard to be frank with the werewolf, but it felt strange admitting, even indirectly, that she cared and worried about his well being. Not because she wasn�t one to show such emotion, but because she knew the male didn�t like it. ��.if you remember, I speak from experience. I know how they think, I watched my father kill more than a handful��
Greyback relented as she trailed off, sitting back on his heels. He huffed loudly.
�That Malfoy man was obviously put off by you. I�m sure he�d be no real threat if you made it clear that you weren�t interested.� she pressed.
�The world isn�t gripped in fear of Lucius Malfoy, darling.�
She sat up a bit, resting her hands on her knees, giving him a scrutinizing look. �Are you afraid of Him, Fenrir?�
His lip curled in a snarl, but he didn�t look at her. He looked tired. �The Dark Lord and his lackeys don�t scare me.�
Annette nodded mutely, thinking for a time before speaking again. �You still aren�t going to tell me where you�ve been all night, are you.�
�No.�
�Still angry with me?�
�A bit.�
�Do you still want my company?�
�Yes.�
There was no more discussion, and he wasn�t rough with her when she settled to rest with her head under his chin. He clung to her tightly all afternoon, unable to fall asleep for a long time. When Annette woke again, he was gone, and it was dark outside. She lay awake for many hours until the sun began to rise again.
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