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Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter!

Characters: Fenrir, Hermione, Igor, Draco, Calan, Severus, Miller, Darius, Castor

Pairings: Fenrir/Draco; Calan/Hermione

Warnings: het, slash,

Chapter 34 – Talking to Castor

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Hermione gasped, seeing Severus. He had a deep gash across his face.

“No worries, pup. He just has to wait for after the moon to heal his face with magic. He will get his lovely face back in no time,” Fenrir teased as Severus growled.

“Move off of her, Calan,” Severus commanded. When Calan went to dismount the beam, disappointed that he hadn't been able to finish, Severus barked at him again. “I said pull out, not get off the beam!”

Oh, the head beta was in a bad mood. Calan ducked his head.

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“Listen, pup,” Severus said, still a bit angry. “This is a salve that will help you to survive the night without getting too sore. You will be grateful for it, but unfortunately you will only appreciate it after the moon and not now, as it will burn for the first minute or so. I will apply it now, and Calan here can finally make up for his stupid mistake with Draco by bearing the pain and fucking you through it. This will make it more bearable for you.” Hermione couldn't see Severus’ evil and mocking grin at Calan, but she could sense it. “Now we will see how much of a wolf you are, Calan.”

Hermione swore she heard Calan whimper a bit. “You don't have to, Cala—”

“Shut up, pup,” Severus said and spanked her hard.

Hermione jerked in her restraints. Oh, how she would like to show Severus what she thought about his behavior. “Fuck off, Severus!”

Three more very hard spanks rained down on her bum. “Its head beta and you won't speak like that to me again!”

Hermione whimpered, but Calan leaned over and whispered in her ear. “It's okay, pup. If it makes it easier for you, I would have made it anyway. Calm down. The head beta is just tense about the moon and all.”

“Are you finished, Calan?” Severus barked again.

Calan sighed and lifted himself up again. Before Hermione could say anything, her lower lips were parted and the tube was pressed inside her.

“No, Severus, please,” Hermione pleaded, but the salve was already squeezed inside of her. The burning started before Severus could pull the tube out again, and Hermione whimpered and wriggled. It was agony. It burned as if hot liquid or fire were burning inside of her. She felt her body react by producing more lube but that only seemed to make it more painful. Calan entered her with a hiss and the pain became less. It still burned but not as much as before.

Severus was brushing her tears out of her face and observing her. “Keep yourself hard. You are helping her a lot!” he said to Calan.

“I’m trying,” Calan said between clenched teeth, and Hermione knew he was trying hard to impress the head beta and to help her.

For what seemed like hours for Hermione and like days for Calan, the burning became less. “Oh, Merlin,” Hermione sighed, relieved.

“Did the burning stop?” Severus asked.

Hermione nodded, and Severus gave Calan the sign that he could stop. Clutching his genitals, Calan left the room to let cold water run over his hurt private parts.

“Will he be all right?” Hermione asked, worried.

“Of course,” Severus said dryly.

Fenrir went over to Hermione and removed her restraints.

“Thank you,” Hermione said, exhausted, leaning against Fenrir's broad chest.

Severus rolled his eyes. “How touching.”

Fenrir growled. “You still need someone to apply the salve into your precious sub, so be careful how you speak to me.”

Severus sighed and went over to Draco, who had been released as well and stood in front of the table beside Igor.

“Me? What about Neville?”

Fenrir laughed deeply. “Why do you think your beta is so grumpy? And he didn't have time to cool his dick and balls like Calan has.”

It was a mystery to Hermione how they could just an hour ago fight until they drew blood and now behave as if nothing had happened. These dominants were crazy.

“Oh,” Draco said as he realized what the alpha was talking about and gulped, looking at the salve. “But I never needed something like this.”

“Because normally our wolves aren't so interested in you because you aren't able to reproduce offspring, and we tried to shelter you from any attacks. This time a lot of us will have control over our minds and so you will have several wolves trying to mount you and they will still be rough and demanding.”

It's happened very seldom that Draco was scared, but now he was. Getting pounded in your arse roughly while being in your wolf form wasn't something Draco thought pleasurable.

“Oh, come on, sweetie,” Igor said and leaned down to kiss Draco's shoulder. “See it as something new to experience. You normally like new things.”

“But in my wolf form? It can't be pleasurable. It will be as painful as when the head alpha took me to protect me from the other wolves.” Draco shivered.

“The head alpha is out of comparison to any other wolf, Draco, and the salve will help you to enjoy it more. Hermione liked it and so why shouldn't you like it? You told us several times that you have control of your mind during the moon. Now you can communicate with us,” Severus said while opening the second tube of salve. “Hop up on the table, Draco.”

“It will burn,” Draco whimpered as he obeyed.

“Alpha Fenrir will help you,” Severus soothed, Fenrir stepping in beside him.

He gave Igor some clothes he had brought with him. “Get my pup dressed!”

“It will be my pleasure,” Igor said and grinned at Hermione.

“Okay, let's get it over with, sub,” Fenrir said gruffly, amused while he spread Draco's legs.

Draco's eyes went big like saucers when the alpha took the tube from Severus and pushed him down by pressing on Draco's chest with his free hand. “I want you to close your eyes and not open them until I tell you to do so.”

Draco whimpered, scared. “But—”

“You want to disobey me?”

Draco quickly shook his head.

“Then do as you’re told.”

Draco breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. He almost jumped when Fenrir fingered him. The finger was wet, and Draco waited for the burning of the salve. It never came, and Draco realized that it wasn't the salve that was on Fenrir's finger. A second finger entered him, and Draco moaned in pleasure. Soon he was lost in pleasure and didn't think about the burning salve any longer. So the shock came when the tube was pressed in his pucker and the contents squeezed inside. He tried to wriggle away when the burning started, but Fenrir still had a death grip on his chest.

With his free hand, he got Draco's legs under control and then pushed inside the sub. Draco screamed but the pain became less when Fenrir moved in and out of him. Fenrir grunted above him and he wanted to open his eyes to see the face of the alpha but he knew he wasn't allowed. Fenrir was pumping him so hard that he quickly got an erection from the pain and pleasure mixture. He moaned and whimpered in exchange and grabbed for his member to stroke it. At least it was worth a try to see if he was allowed to touch himself. Normally the dominants didn't like it.

Fenrir fought against the burning and ignored the attempts of the sub to pleasure himself. It seemed he was doing a good job if the sub even thought about finding release but Draco had shown before that he liked a little pain during sex. Fenrir didn't stop when the pain ebbed away. He pounded into Draco until the boy found his release and only then did he pull out. He wouldn't be able to come. His member was still painfully erect and burned. Only cold water could help it now. “Igor, take the pup with you until I get her,” Fenrir grunted before he left the room.

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Hermione played around with the hem of Igor's shirt to push it aside to see the bite mark from Castor. They were sitting in the lounge and Igor had tried several times to get Hermione away from his shoulder but now gave up. “Pup, it's nothing and it is already healing quite well.”

“Does it hurt?”

“I'm a dominant.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “And that's the answer to my question why?”

“Stop worrying. I'm all right. If you want to make up for it give me a try tonight during the moon.” He grinned at her.

Hermione hit his chest and turned away from him. “You are impossible.”

“Come on, pup, I'm serious.” He pulled her close to him by her waist. “Pleee-eaase?” He emphasized the word with a long, drawn out moan, nibbling and licking her shoulder.

Hermione giggled and tried to wriggle away. “That's unfair.”

“Hmmm.” He didn't stop his attentions until Fenrir stepped into the lounge.

“Come on, pup. Let's see Miller,” Fenrir barked, sounding tense.

Before she left, she turned around. “What does your wolf look like?”

“Awesome,” Igor answered and winked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and then left with her alpha.

Hermione looked nervously over to the beds at the other end of the medical room.

“What are you waiting for?” Fenrir asked grumpily.

“That you go over to Miller and let your wounds be checked over,” Hermione said and looked over to Miller who eyed her, amused.

Fenrir growled and then stepped over to Miller. “Tell her I'm all right, Miller.”

“How can I before I’ve checked you over, Alpha Fenrir? I’ve tried all day to get you here for a check-up.” The growl he got in return didn't impress him, and he pointed to the examination table.

“You must be joking. I won't get up there.”

“You will, Fenrir. I guess it was your deal with our pup,” a deep voice behind him said.

“I will not let you check the wounds you caused, Severus.”

“Its head beta, Alpha Fenrir, and the head alpha ordered me to check you over before the changing.” Severus loomed over Fenrir challengingly.

“You hadn't such a big mouth while I slashed your face, head beta.”

“It's quite simple, Alpha Fenrir. I command you to get on that examination table as your superior. So do you want to challenge me for my position?”

“I don't want your fucking position and that's the only reason you dare to speak to me like that.” Fenrir was fuming.

Severus grinned. “Exactly, so move your fucking arse onto the examination table.” Severus used his height advantage to loom over Fenrir.

Hermione was pulled away from the two fuming dominants by Miller. “Let them solve this. They will be all right. You wanted to see Castor, I heard.”

Hermione reluctantly pulled her gaze away from her mates and looked at Miller. “Yes.”

“Then come on. I will bring you over to him.”

Hermione threw a last glance back at her mates and saw Fenrir bat Severus’ arm away from him and eventually go over to the examination table. Then Hermione stood in front of a very, very bruised Castor. She swallowed. “Is he...”

“Castor? The pup is here to speak with you,” Miller said and felt for Castor's pulse.

The man opened his eyes weakly. He tried to speak but his throat was swollen and dry.

Hermione grabbed for the glass of water on his night table. She leaned over to him to steady his head while she placed the glass at his lips.

“Pup, you need to be careful. Your mates don't want you to touch him,” Miller said nervously and looked over to Severus and Fenrir. It was a good thing they were both so occupied in glaring at each other while Severus examined Fenrir.

“I just helped him to drink, Miller. He can hardly move. What have they done to him?”

“What they thought was best or rather, what their wolves made them do. He attacked you, pup.”

“He did nothing but try to come close to me. Nobody knows what would have happened.”

“Pup, he let his wolf take over. He would have had no control over himself and he would have taken you with or without your consent.”

“You don't know that!”

Miller shook his head in resignation, as it was useless to argue with her.

“Castor?” Hermione spoke to the man on the bed. “Can you hear me?”

Castor turned his head in her direction. It was very clear that each movement was very painful for him, and he could only look through one eye. “I... I'm sorry,” Castor said with a very hoarse voice.

“You should be, but you also should make sure that you can make up for it, Castor. Do you hear me? I want you to survive and then you need to make up for it. You need to show me that you are a better man than you showed me that day. I forgive you, but I still want to see you make up for it. Do you understand?”

Castor swallowed painfully and then nodded.

Hermione smiled. “Good.” She leaned over and kissed him on his cheek.

“What the hell are you doing, pup?” Fenrir bellowed, and Hermione saw Severus pushing Fenrir back on the examination table. “Get off him!”

Miller pulled her away from Castor but Hermione looked into the man's eyes and something touched her deep in her soul. His eyes were looking at her pleadingly, pleading for her to forgive him if he wasn't able to fulfill her wish. Her heart hurt, and she prayed he would make it. She wouldn't be able to stand his death, knowing he died because of her.

Severus was wrapping Fenrir's chest in a bandage when Miller led Hermione over to them. “Are you crazy, pup?” Fenrir asked. “What were you thinking?”

“I want him to survive. What's so bad about it?”

“Nothing, pup, but don't have too much hope. He is badly hurt. The changing will most likely kill him,” Severus explained.

Hermione looked down, depressed.

“No time for depression, pup. You know the changing will be hard enough for you while being balanced. Being depressed will affect your wolf badly.” Severus lifted her chin. “Maybe he will make it.”

Hermione nodded. She really hoped so. “Can I go and see Darius?” she asked sadly.

Fenrir sighed. “I will bring you down to him.”

X-X

Hermione hugged her legs, sitting on Darius’ bed while the veteran changed out of his uniform.

“You need to stop worrying, pup. Your mates will go crazy if you are still in this mood when we have to go outside.”

“Do you think he will survive?”

“Yes.”

Hermione looked up, surprised. “You do?”

“Of course. He is one of my best, and after you assured him that you forgave him and want him to prove himself, he will do everything possible to make it. You have to give in to the pain to die during a transformation, and he won't do so. I'm very certain of it.”

Hermione smiled weakly. Darius always knew what to say, and he always could give her another way to look at a situation.

“What about the new ones?”

“The newly turned? They will die, pup. They have no chance. Don't even think about them. They would have needed at least a few days for their bodies and minds to get used to the werewolf venom. Neither their minds or their bodies will be able to accept the changes.”

“But Fenrir thought they could survive.”

“No, he didn't. He brought them here because otherwise his master wouldn't give him more subs in future. He couldn't make him angry. Unfortunately, the clan always gets depressed when someone dies over the moon. That's why the head beta was angry with Alpha Fenrir. The head beta has the whole clan to watch out for, and making the clan unbalanced was something he had to punish Alpha Fenrir for.”

“Punish?” Hermione snorted.

“Don't underestimate him. He is slightly weaker than your alpha but if they really wanted to go for the kill they both have a good chance against the other. Don't be too certain about your alpha. He has his weak spots and our head beta is a very intelligent and dangerous man, and not only wolf.”

Hermione eyed Darius closely. It was dangerous for him to speak like this but Hermione loved that he always was honest with her. Without him she wouldn't understand the way of the life of werewolves half as good as she did now. “Where will the newly turned be during the full moon?”

“As far away from you as possible. We will try to not let you get a sniff of them.”

Hermione looked questioningly at him.

“You would already consider them to belong to your clan and that would make you mourn. We will do anything to prevent that.”

“But they will die alone and in fear.”

“They already are scared, pup. I believe death is a relief for them.” He looked seriously at her.

Hermione sighed. “But I...” She didn't finish because she remembered her first days. She had slowly forgotten about her life before the bite, but still she had needed days to get used to her new situation and her new tasks.

“Pup?” Darius stepped closer and lifted her chin. “Do me a favor and stop thinking about them. It will only worsen it. Only pain will come from it. They would have not stayed in the clan if they had come earlier. We would have sold them, and you would have been sad as well.”

“Great way to see it, Darius,” Hermione said and rolled her eyes.

“It's the only way. Now get a grip and be there for your clan.”

“By spreading my legs in my wolf form?”

“By taking care of the already too-tense dominants, pup. They are affected by the whole affair, and by the fight between the head beta and your alpha, and by what happened with Castor. We need you to balance the mood. The only thing that has most of them still looking forward to the moon is you. They try to be strong for you, and they trust you to be there for the clan. You have no idea how important you are, and how you affect the clan with even the most unimportant of actions. Take your talk with Castor, for example; that has much more influence on the whole clan than you can imagine, pup.” He smiled knowingly at her and then pulled her up from the bed. “Time to get ready for the changing. I will bring you to your alpha now.”

Hermione surprised him by hugging him. “Don't let them die alone, Darius.”

He didn't have to ask whom she meant. “I won't, pup.”

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