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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 60 - Punishment
“Micha!” Jenson shouted, trying to get the submissive to listen to him. It was too close to the transformation now and he knew that something wasn’t right; the others would not make it back in time. He was frantic about what might have gone wrong; there was no way that they would have stayed away if they could get back and he couldn’t help but fear as to whether Callie and Romy were safe. However, he was the Beta, he had to take charge and ensure the safety of the others in the Alpha’s absence. He couldn’t focus on his own worry.
“They’ll be back, they have to come back, Damon will be back,” Micha rambled, unable to stand still, fear and worry clouding his brain with each moment that his mate wasn’t back with them. He was sure that Damon wouldn’t leave him alone during the full moon willingly. He had promised that he would be back.
Jenson didn’t know what to say to get through to the obviously distressed Micha. Lukas was looking decidedly nervous too, and Tessie was quiet, quieter than usual even. Everyone was nervous and on edge, not knowing what it meant that the others had not yet returned. All of them scared about what it might mean for them once they became wolves for the night.
“I’ll find him,” Micha called out over his shoulder, suddenly heading off rather determinedly towards the apparition point at quite a speed, desperate to try and find his mate.
“Micha!” Jenson shouted again, the submissive having taken him by surprise. He had been in the middle of undressing, preparing for the change when Micha had made his bid for freedom and he hadn’t been prepared to try and stop him. “Tessie, Lukas, stay here. Do not move from here, do not leave the clearing.”
The Beta wolf was more than a little hesitant to leave them alone in the clearing and he possibly spent a little too long trying to figure out what to do, but he couldn’t let Micha go wandering off, particularly not in such a panicked state. He knew that it was too dangerous and at least in the clearing Lukas and Tessie would be safe.
Micha was desperate to reach the apparition point, thinking that his mate would return at the very last moment, that they could change into their wolves together but his brain was all foggy with these thoughts. He was so scared of facing this alone, he didn’t think he could manage the full moon without his mate, he simply wasn’t ready to do so.
Micha knew that the apparition point was supposed to be close by but he couldn’t focus properly, he couldn’t find it and his skin was starting to tingle with the magic of the moon. The transformation was just too close, this knowledge only increasing his panic as he ran further into the forest, trying to seek out the man he loved because Damon had promised he would come back to him.
He pulled his jumper over his head as he ran, discarding it, remembering how awful it had been to be tangled in his clothes when he transformed. He didn’t stop searching the woods as he unbuckled his trousers and slid them down his legs; however this had the unfortunate side effect of tripping him over as he had tried to run and undress at the same time, causing him to take a tumble down a slope.
“Damon,” the submissive whimpered in pain, having landed on his arm funny and bumped his head as he had gone down. However, scrabbling back to his feet, he was even more determined to work out where he was; but then the transformation hit him like a ton of bricks and he had no choice but to let it happen.
FGHP
The six werewolves, who found themselves out of their comfort zone and out of their territory, were out of their clothes in record time; it wasn’t a moment too soon either because, the moment they were devoid of their clothing, their skin began to stretch and their muscles convulse with the change. Their bodies twisting and moulding into their other forms as the power of the moon took them over.
Fenrir, as usual, held off his transformation as long as he could, wanting to make sure that the rest of his pack, especially his little mate, were safe. After the attack on them they had to be sure. The muggles had taken off at a run at his threat, which was probably for the best, though he would have liked to sink his teeth into their throats, but the human part of his brain knew that this was probably not the best idea.
He hastily gathered their clothes, wands and the pups’ rucksack, which had all been dropped, stashing them out of sight for them come morning. There was no way that he was going to risk losing the jacket Harry had gifted to him last Christmas nor have them walking around Hogsmeade starkers when they changed back.
When he finally allowed the transformation to take over, the others were almost completely in their wolf forms. So, after sparing a brief glance at the stunning jet black wolf that was his mate, the Alpha rushed his own transformation; he knew that they were in a great deal of danger so out in the open and it was his job to protect each and every one of them.
Too close to the wizarding village, all it would take would be for a witch or wizard to walk past them and summon Aurors and they would be in a huge amount of trouble; him especially, as he was high on the Ministry’s most wanted list. They needed to move to the cover of the forest and, more importantly, they needed to stick together if they were going to get through this without being caught, arrested or killed.
Looking at his small, incomplete pack, Fenrir had to push his worry for the others aside; there was nothing he could do for them now, he had to trust his Beta to protect them in his absence. Callie and Romy had completed their changes first and were curled up together, the younger of the two seemingly still shaking a little. Callie resting her head on her daughter's shoulders, trying to comfort her.
Only just as Fenrir had finished his change did Harry nuzzle up to him gently, butting at his jaw a little, licking at his dominant mate, rubbing up against him, whining softly. Fenrir nuzzled him right back, licking at his submissive mate’s muzzle, letting him know that it was okay. It was clear that Harry was distressed at how the evening had turned out and it wasn’t over yet.
Damon seemed to be checking over Clayton, though this was harder in wolf form. However, the protective father was determined to make sure that his son wasn’t injured, despite how reluctant Clayton was to this process. The Alpha immediately began sniffing around his mate, ensuring that he was alright and noticed immediately that something wasn’t quite right with Harry’s rear left paw.
It seemed that tonight would not be a good night for any of them; it was not likely they would be able to hunt or that there even would be anything to hunt. They would have to go hungry this full moon, which was never ideal. However, there were very few options as Fenrir began to herd the pack members towards the trees, needing the cover that they would provide.
He observed Harry carefully as his mate walked; the left paw didn’t seem to be bothering the young wolf but then the Alpha had not expected him to feel it. It was clear in the way his paw landed that it was injured though and the moment they were hidden in the forest he would insist they all rest. The three pups would need to be taken care of this evening.
Harry didn't put up much of a fight; as soon as Fenrir deemed them deep enough in the forbidden forest that they would be safe they came to a stop. Romy collapsed on to the ground, Clayton going to her at once, making a small whining noise at her wanting to know if she was okay. Romy knocked her head against Clay's affectionately to show him that she was fine and he settled himself beside her.
Watching the two of them affectionately, Harry didn't move from Fenrir's side, he needed to be close to his mate. The Alpha male butted his head against his mate, trying to make the younger wolf sit down and take the weight off his injured leg but the male submissive was too focused on Damon who seemed rather anxious, pacing back and forth.
Fenrir knew that this was because of Micha but there was nothing they could do. Callie had settled herself beside her daughter and Clayton, making small, pleading noises in Damon's direction, wanting him to join them. Fenrir nudged Harry towards the rest of the group and finally managed to get the young pup to sit, but only because he sat beside him, licking and nuzzling at his jaw.
They would have to wait out the full moon, apparate back to the territory when they had transformed back, and only then would they be able to make sure that the others were okay. No one would be happy until they were back in the territory but short of running to Wales from Scotland there was no way of reaching them. Running was out of the question regardless; Harry's left rear leg was injured and it looked like Romy had been hit by some form of dark magic and was still a little shaken. The full moon was not going how any of them had hoped.
FGHP
Harry woke up in an unfamiliar place; he was extremely cold and very uncomfortable, his body aching in protest. The only comfort he had was that his very large and very naked dominant mate was wrapped around him, holding on to him as though scared he might vanish. With a groan, Harry snuggled into his mate, wondering why he was awake so early, but then he remembered what had happened and it hit him full force.
The fear, the violence and the fact that he had almost killed someone with the unforgivable curse. He had been filled with so much anger, he hadn’t even been thinking what he was doing, not really. He just hadn’t wanted the Chester family to get away with what they had done to Romy. He had wanted them to suffer.
“Fenrir!” Harry said urgently, sitting up and shaking at his mate in an attempt to wake the deeply sleeping older man. “Fenrir, wake up, we have to go.” The Alpha grunted unhappily but slowly began to stretch and wake up, hearing the urgency in his mate’s voice and knowing that they needed to get back to the rest of the pack.
Fenrir feared that they had already slept too long. He should never have allowed himself to fall asleep at all, but the warmth and comfort of having his young mate in his arms had proven to be too much of an allure and he had foolishly allowed himself to succumb to sleep.
Not even the infamously grumpy Clayton grumbled or complained as they moved to wake up before the sun had even risen; not even the birds had started their morning song as the six pack members stretched and shivered in the cold early morning. The mood was a sullen one as they came round, still all feeling fairly groggy and disoriented from not being in the clearing, the aftermath of what had happened weighing heavily on all of them.
Harry, Clayton and Romy were overly aware that they had class in a few hours, seeing as it was Monday, and they would be expected to be there, though none of them wanted to go. They had been deprived of their trip home and it left them all feeling a little hollow. None of them wanted to mention it, not now, but they really didn’t want to go back to school, they wanted to go home.
Fenrir left them all only briefly, as he went to fetch their clothing from where he had stashed it the night before, wands and all. In those brief moments Harry had stood somewhat awkwardly given their lack of clothing, with Damon and Clay, needing the contact. The Alpha had also grabbed the bag that Clayton had been carrying, which contained their uniform, though he didn’t hand it over, instead handing each of the pups their regular clothing.
“Fen…” Harry began, pulling on his jeans, as everyone else began to dress in silence. He stumbled a little as he balanced on his left leg, his ankle feeling a little funny but he was too preoccupied to really think about it. He could only vaguely remember landing on it awkwardly the day before during the fight with the weirdly dressed strangers.
“You’re coming home,” the Alpha said bluntly, leaving no room for argument, not that anyone was about to. They all wanted for the pups to come home, even if it was only for one night. At these words from his mate, Harry stopped what he was doing and flung his arms around Fenrir, hugging him for all he was worth.
“Thank you,” Harry said, not even realising how grateful he was that his Alpha seemed to just know what he needed and delivered it without question. Clayton and Romy both looked relieved that they wouldn’t be going back to school too; after what had happened the previous evening they just needed time to adjust and not think about this new danger they were now faced with.
“We need to hurry,” Damon said, worried about Micha. He wasn’t sure how his mate would have coped with the full moon without him. He wasn’t one to ever float his own boat but he knew Micha was still fragile and it concerned him as he hadn’t been there to support him through the change.
However, any thought of them moving quickly and returning to the territory went out the window when Callie suddenly and rather violently turned and vomited. She used a tree to brace herself as the minuscule contents of her stomach were emptied to the ground, followed by foul smelling bile that had them all rather concerned about her health.
“Mum!” Romy said in a panic, rushing to her mother trying to support her a little as she dry heaved, nothing further in her stomach to throw up. “We need to get her home,” Romy said desperately, knowing that they couldn’t take care of any of them here.
Harry tried to go and see if Callie was alright too; however, he found himself quickly swept up into Fenrir’s arms. “What are you doing?” Harry demanded of his mate, confused about why, without warning or so much as a kiss, he had been removed from his own two feet and lifted in his mate’s embrace. Harry was trying not to be too bitter about that fact they had slept side by side and yet were to share even the briefest of kiss.
“You’re hurt,” Fenrir grunted out unhappily, annoyed that once again his little mate had been injured. It was happening far too often for his liking. He had seen that his little mate was more than able to take care of himself but that didn’t make it any easier to stomach.
“No, I’m not,” Harry said with a frown of confusion, but snuggling into his mate’s embrace for warmth none the less. He really did like snuggling into his mate’s arms and he was sure Fenrir knew that but he wasn’t going to say it out loud, it would almost be like admitting his weakness. Though Harry was sure that Fenrir was the biggest weakness that he had; he loved the man more than words, even at his most infuriating.
“Your ankle is the size of a bludger,” Clayton said; his best friend might have had his jeans on but his feet were still bare and he could see quite clearly that Harry’s ankle was damaged in one way or another, judging by the swelling. He was genuinely surprised that he hadn’t been injured at all himself and the light abrasions he had on his hands from hitting the man had already more or less completely healed. He had been the lucky one; though he had killed a man, so calling himself lucky was probably an exaggeration of the state of things.
Damon took his little sister into his arms in one swift motion, carrying her close to him and looking to Fenrir, who nodded, a silent agreement passing between the two of them. “Clayton, Romy, with me,” the Alpha instructed firmly. He hated apparating at the best of times but now he had to take the three pups with him. Callie really wasn’t well and would require her brother’s assistance in apparating home, so this was the best way to get them all back at the same time, they really didn’t want to have to make two trips.
It was still early when they apparated back into their territory; the sun still hadn’t risen, though the sky was becoming a little lighter. They still expected to find the four other members of their pack asleep, or at least waiting for them in the clearing.
However, this was not the case. Only Lukas remained in the clearing and the moment they passed through the tree line the young werewolf was rushing over to them. He looked positively enraged as he came towards them, a wild look in his blue eyes as he glared at the Alpha wolf.
“This is all your fault, Fenrir,” Lukas shouted, obviously angry. “You promised me, promised, when I join this pack that you would keep us all safe!” No one had ever seen Lukas fly off the handle in this way and no one knew what to make of it, they just stood there in shock.
“Micha?” Damon said as he placed Callie back on her feet, though still holding her upright as there was no sign of Jenson; though he was also looking around the clearing to try and figure out why Lukas was acting like this. “Micha!” Damon called out again, continuing to look around the clearing with increasing desperation as he realised that his mate wasn’t there, no one was. “Where’s Micha?!” he yelled, panic taking over when he realised his mate was missing along with Tessie and Jenson.
“Missing,” Lukas raged, glaring at Fenrir as if it was all his fault. “Where the hell were you? Too busy fucking your little toy boy to care about the rest of us?” His tone was sharp and spiteful, his words meant to hurt the Alpha rather than Harry, though the young submissive couldn’t help but feel a little bit a sting from his friend’s words.
“Lukas!” Harry said, shocked at how his usually calm and collect friend could talk to Fenrir in such a way, to disrespect his Alpha.
“Where the fuck is Micha?” Damon yelled, furious that no one was giving him an answer, panic setting in as he thought about the strays that were surrounding the territory. His own stomach almost emptied at the thought of what the strays might do to his precious little submissive if they ever managed to get hold of him.
“We can’t find him,” Jenson said breathlessly, running back into the clearing, having heard the return of the others and the shouting, which had been rather hard to miss. At once he took Callie into his arms and she leant against him bonelessly, Romy going to her Dad’s other side, tears welling in her eyes as she held on to him.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T FIND HIM!?” Damon shouted, he was close to collapsing in on himself as he realised that it wasn’t a joke, Micha wasn’t hiding somewhere, ready to jump out and surprise him, he really was gone. A fleeting thought that Micha might be dead crossed Damon’s mind and he had to forcibly push it aside; he couldn’t afford to think like that or he was going to break down completely.
He needed to think of Micha as alive, out there needing help because otherwise he was going to be useless. Every instinct was screaming at him to find his mate, to look after him, protect him. It was tearing him apart inside knowing that he was out there alone or in the hands of people who would take great pleasure in hurting him.
“Guess Harry was right, there is something going on between you two,” Clay said bitterly as he took in his Dad’s reaction. He hated the fact that Harry had been right and he hated it even more that it seemed to have been going on for a while. His Dad’s reaction was too intense for some short term fling.
“Clayton, I’m sorry,” Damon said, turning to his son and taking hold of his upper arms in a firm grip, not wanting to waste time explaining now when they needed to start looking for Micha. He was desperate to ask how much his son knew but he knew that such questions would have to wait. “I love you, we will talk about this later, I promise, but we have to find Micha.”
“Whatever,” Clay said angrily, shrugging off his Dad’s hold on him and going to sit by the fire in a grump on his own. He flopped down on to the ground legs and arms folded as he glared into the fire. As much as Damon wished he could go and talk to his son he needed to make the choice to find Micha first. It wasn’t that he was putting his lover before his son but he knew that if they didn’t find Micha soon then the submissive might get into serious trouble, if he wasn’t already there.
“Put me down, Fen,” Harry demanded, squirming and wriggling in his mate’s arms. “We have to find him,” Harry said rather urgently, trying desperately to get out of his mate’s arms, his worry for his friend filling his mind. He was well aware of how much danger Micha could be in, having been in that position himself. He hated the idea that something might have happened to Micha and that he was all alone somewhere or worse, in the hands of Gideon and his pack.
“No,” Fenrir said with a frown, unwilling to relinquish his hold on Harry. Callie needed to heal him; though she was still too pale and shaky to be much use on that front so Fenrir wouldn’t push it for the moment. However, there was no chance that he was letting his mate walk anywhere on an ankle that was, at the very least, badly sprained.
“Fen!” Harry said unhappily; all he could think about was the night he had tried to run away and what Gideon had tried to do to him. There were more of the strays now, Micha wouldn’t stand a chance if the strays caught him. He didn’t want that happening to his friend; Micha had been through so much already and it wasn’t fair that he should suffer again, not when he had just found happiness with Damon.
“We will find him,” Fenrir said with certainty, tightening his hold on his little mate as he headed over towards the fire, following in Clayton’s footsteps, having every intention of putting Harry in their bed so that his little mate could rest his ankle. He wouldn’t have his little submissive running around the woods, not when he was injured and not when it was so dangerous either.
He wasn’t best pleased that Tessie was already out there on her own, with only one arm at full use, looking for Micha. Even though she had gone out looking for the submissive and her intentions had been good, they now needed to locate her too. Today was not turning out to be a great day and dawn hadn’t even broken yet.
“I’m helping,” Harry said rather determinedly when he realised where Fenrir was taking him and not being overly pleased about it. “He’s my friend, I have to help,” he said insistently, but the Alpha placed him down in their bed regardless.
“You’re injured!” Fenrir told him firmly, not even trying to hide the anger and frustration he felt over everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. “You stay here, we’ll find him,” the Alpha said, in a tone that didn’t allow for any argument; however, that didn’t mean that Harry wasn’t going to try regardless and Fenrir had to stop Harry as the submissive tried to get up.
“You can’t make me stay here,” Harry said stubbornly, as the Alpha settled Harry into their bed, making sure that their blanket was wrapped around his young mate. The submissive had to admit that it was rather comfortable and smelt wonderfully of his dominant mate but none of that mattered while Micha was still missing.
All he wanted was to help look for his friend; he knew what the strays were capable of when it came to male submissives. Micha was too innocent, too fragile to suffer through that and Harry was sure that his friend just wouldn’t survive.
“HARRY!” Clayton shouted, getting annoyed at his best friend’s need to argue over everything. He was angry at his Dad and he was probably taking it out on his friend unnecessarily but Micha was still missing and that wasn’t going to change until everyone who was able was out there searching. “Just, for once, do as you’re told and stay here, let the big bad dominants search for him,” he said firmly. “Every second you spend arguing about this, is a second they aren’t looking.”
“Go with them, Clay, please,” Harry said suddenly, realising that his friend was right, the more they argued about it the longer Micha remained missing. He could see the point about his ankle now that he looked at it, but he wanted everyone possible looking for Micha. “Please, Clay.”
“Yes, fine, I’ll go,” Clay agreed, getting to his feet huffily, “if you promise to stay put.” Harry nodded eagerly. “Lukas, Tessie, Jenson and Dad are already looking,” Clay told him, “we’ll find him.”
“I’ll stay with him and Mum,” Romy said softly, still reeling from the events of the night before. The memory of the fiery pain engulfing her still making her feel a little queasy. She was also not about to leave her mother when she had seen her be sick so recently, especially when her father wasn’t there to help take care of her, Jenson having gone off looking for Micha again.
With the memory of the cruciatus curse so fresh in her mind, she just wanted to curl up and sleep close to her family. She never wanted them to know what had happened but she knew that eventually that they would have to be told. It was playing on her mind far too much, it was not something she was going to forget in a hurry.
Fenrir placed a fierce kiss to Harry’s lips, hating the fact that he was leaving his mate so unprotected, not a single dominant remaining in the clearing, but knowing that it had to be done. “Behave, little one,” the Alpha instructed hastily, hoping that Harry would heed this instruction for once, before he and Clayton ran off across the clearing and past the tree line in search of Micha.
FGHP
Gideon let out a roar of fury; he really hated being disobeyed and was more than tired of having to repeat his orders to the many idiots that now made up his pack. He released his grip, unwrapping his silvery fingers from around the werewolf’s neck and let the dead body fall to the ground with a resounding thud.
He hadn’t even known the name of the poor excuse for a werewolf, who now had red burns where the silver hand had marked the skin, a rather pleasing side effect that had occurred whilst strangling the life out of him. It had certainly got the attention of his pack members, even if some of them were looking at him with loathing.
He could deal with their hate as long as they remembered their place. “The Dark Lord, he wants us to bring him the Prince boy and Greyback, yet neither were there when some of you lot took it upon yourself to cross into the Greyback territory.”
There was silence around him, and it appeased him a little that they were at least listening to his words. “I am your Alpha! And I say no one crosses into their territory without permission again. Is that clear!?” he shouted. There was complete silence, even the birds didn’t dare make a sound.
“IS THAT FUCKING CLEAR!?” he bellowed, and this time he receiving nods of understanding and a scattered response of ‘Yes, Alpha’. It wasn’t much but it would do for now; maybe he would just kill someone else later to prove his point.
Aiden stood back from the rest of the group, hating each and every one of them, Dean at his side feeling the same way. Neither of them joined in the chorus of ‘Yes, Alpha’ with the others because neither of them viewed Gideon as their Alpha any more. They were just fortunate that there were so many wolves here that their behaviour went unnoticed.
Neither of them knew what had happened during the shift the previous night, they only knew that some members had not returned and those that had, had smelt strongly of blood and they had been far too happy with themselves too. Aiden didn’t want to think too closely on what that meant, he just hoped that his cousin was still alive.
FGHP
Lukas had joined the pack all those months ago because Fenrir had promised that they would not be a danger to innocent people. He had foregone his cage, despite thinking that it was a bad idea, and trusted the man to do as he said he would. However, on this occasion, the Alpha had failed and one of their own, someone who Lukas had come to care about a great deal, was missing, possibly dead for all they knew.
“Come on, Micha, where are you?” he muttered under his breath, as he searched the forest of their territory, but he knew soon they were going to have start looking further afield into the rest of the forest, which didn’t bode well for the submissive.
He just didn’t understand why Micha hadn’t come home during the night, after he had transformed, and it made even less sense that he hadn’t returned after the full moon had ended and they had reverted back into their human forms.
It was clear that something was wrong and that knowledge made Lukas’ blood run cold. He had lost a lot in his life and he didn’t want to lose Micha too; despite the two of them being very different, he did love the young submissive. He felt for Damon too, who had looked heartbroken and panicked when he realised that Micha was missing. All they could hope for was to find him soon.
He knew that he would never be the same if anything ever happened to Nell. He loved that girl with all his heart. The thought of her going missing, not knowing what had happened to her, or if she was okay, made him want to go and see her, hold her in his arms and tell her how he felt. However, he was sure that Nell was perfectly safe and he was needed here.
Whether they found Micha alive and injured or dead, they needed to find him. It was the only way that they would be able to come to terms with what had happened. Lukas knew that Damon would never give up looking if they didn’t have proof one way or another.
It made his heart hurt to think of Micha dead and he had to push the thought aside as tears welled up in his eyes; these emotions would only distract from what he needed to do. Tessie was following behind him, keeping a keen eye for enemies or any sign that Micha had passed through here but there was nothing. The scent trail they had followed was clearly an old one, he wasn’t here.
FGHP
Micha shivered violently as a cool breeze swept over him, wrapping his arms around his naked body in an attempt to try and preserve what little body heat he had, the action making his whole body hurt. He was frozen to the core at this point, having been shifted back for at least an hour by now. To begin with he had cried; he had managed to hurt his leg and his arm; his ribs, on the side he wasn’t lying on, ached too. He wasn’t sure why or what had happened but he just knew that he hurt, a lot.
He had stopped crying a while ago, his tear tracks cold against his cheeks. He could see his breath on the air, his toes going numb from the lack of warmth. He missed the fire, his special hides and his mate’s arms around him. He would do almost anything for all of them, or even just one of them.
He was starting to think that no one was coming or, if they did find him, that it was going to be too late. He didn’t think that anyone would mind much, Damon would find someone else; after all, he wasn’t special and probably more trouble than he was worth. He couldn’t even manage a full moon by himself.
Curling in on himself he started to give up, tears silently falling down his cheeks. He was a pathetic human and an even more pathetic wolf. He couldn’t understand why anyone would want anything to do with him when he couldn’t take care of himself for one night. Although he didn’t miss being a lone wolf in the slightest, he mourned the loss of his ability to be one; he had become so broken.
The best that he could hope for now was that the strays didn’t find him first because that death would be worse than the cold taking his life, excruciatingly painful and no doubt extremely humiliating too. If he could just be left here to die then that would be perfect, he could lie there peacefully and just slip away. No one would notice and it would finally be over, he would no longer be a burden to the pack he loved so much.
But even knowing that, all he really truly wanted was Damon; all he had ever really wanted was Damon but he had never thought that he deserved such a wonderful person in his life; or that someone as amazing as Damon would ever want him in anyway. He was so scared and he just wanted his mate to fix everything again, even if he didn’t think he deserved it.
FGHP
Damon was not sure that he had ever been as scared in his whole life as he was that morning, stumbling gracelessly and panicked through the forest, praying that it wasn’t too late. He had had bad days; days where he thought that he would never recover from the heartbreak. One of those was the day that he had been told that Eric was dead, a small part of him had died that day, crushing him. Another was the day that his father had killed his mother and sister, and then there were those days when he had thought that Callie would die before even reaching her fifth birthday. This was worse.
The idea that he had failed to protect Micha, it felt beyond comprehension to him. He couldn’t understand how he hadn’t learnt his lesson and protected the man that he loved. He wasn’t sure he would survive if he lost Micha; he loved the young man so much. Not having him in his life… this was not an option any more.
The woods of their territory had never felt so huge and he was desperate to find his mate. He knew that he didn’t deserve someone as pure or as sweet as Micha in his life and this was further proof of that. He had stupidly left him behind, even for those few minutes, and now Micha was missing. Damon knew that almost the whole pack was out looking for him but anything could have happened to Micha; the idea that his mate might be dead or dying made him want to vomit.
As he trampled through the trees, he vowed to himself that when he found Micha he was never letting him out of his sight again; he wasn’t going to allow anything to happen to the submissive ever again. But the forest was so big and even as he searched he found no sign of him. He had a scent trail but it was confused and all over the place; Damon wasn’t even sure it how recent it was.
Damon tried to focus on how he was going to always strive to be worthy of the young man; if Micha still even wanted him after this. The thought that he might not was not much easier to stomach than the thought of his mate being hurt or captured and made him pause in his steps for a moment as he tried to compose himself a little. He quickly shook that feeling off; for the moment he would just settle for knowing that the submissive was okay and he would deal with whatever came next after he knew that Micha was safe.
He honestly wouldn’t blame the young submissive if he didn’t want him as his dominant any more, not when he had failed so miserably to protect him. Whatever it took to make the young man happy, that was what Damon was going to do; even if that meant letting Micha choose someone stronger, someone who was worthy of the beautiful submissive and could keep him out of trouble.
He had been following Micha’s scent for what felt like hours, the sun was starting to rise now and Damon knew that they were running out of time. Even if Micha was just lying hurt, the cold would not be good for him, nor would the injuries he might have, which could be slowly killing him. Not even werewolves could stand lying on frost ridden ground while stark naked for long without consequences.
“Micha!” Damon shouted, though he knew it unwise to draw attention to himself, in case someone who wanted to do them harm was out there and could hear him. Considering he was on his own he knew that it was foolish but he didn’t care any more, he just wanted to find his mate even if doing that put him in danger.
“Damon,” the sound of his name was a soft whimper, spoken so quietly that he had almost missed it and there was so much pain in the voice that had spoken his name that it damn near broke his heart to hear it; Micha had sounded so far away and so lost.
“Speak to me, Micha. Where are you?” Damon asked in a panic, knowing that his mate was close by but being unable to see him, inhaling deeply, trying to locate his scent. His eyes darted around the area where he thought the voice had come from, not sure where Micha was or even if he had just imagined the voice whispering his name, so desperate to have his mate back in his arms.
“Damon,” he heard the voice whimper again and this time he was sure that it was there, he had been stood still, not making a sound, waiting and listening. Scanning the undergrowth to his left, he took a few hesitant steps forward, scanning the undergrowth desperate for any sign of his mate and then he saw him, the smell of his mate’s blood hitting his senses.
Micha was filthy, caked in so much dirt that he almost blended in completely with the muddy ground and having fallen into some ferns so that he was rather well camouflaged. He was completely naked too but Damon had expected this, given the full moon. Rushing forward the dominant fell to his knees beside his lover, unable to stop the tears that welled in his eyes at the sight of his injured mate barely conscious and clearly in pain.
“Oh, my beautiful mate,” Damon said quietly as he took in the submissive, his heart wrenching in pain as he curled up around the submissive’s smaller frame needing to warm him up, then realising this was going to do very little good he sat up again. He heard Micha whimper from the lack of contact but he knew it was for the best, he needed a more effective way to warm the young man.
Pulling off his jumper so that the cold stung at his bare chest, Damon hastily pulled it over his mate’s head, manoeuvring Micha’s arms gently after the first attempt he made had caused the submissive to cry out in pain. He could see that his mate had a bump to the head, something was clearly wrong with his arm and there was a large gash to one leg too; this was the injury that worried Damon the most as he could see the bone jutting out and he knew that it was broken.
It was only when Damon got to his feet and lifted the submissive carefully into his arms that he realised Micha had hurt his ribs also. As he had picked the younger man up, Micha had screamed in pain but it just couldn’t be helped, Damon needed to get him back to the clearing so that he could he healed. Cursing himself for hurting his mate, Damon began to walk slowly and carefully back to the clearing, carrying the now unconscious Micha in his arms.
FGHP
Callie was asleep, Romy curled at her side when Damon came staggering back into the clearing. Harry had remained somewhat grumpily exactly where the Alpha had put him and was the first to spot the two of them as they returned, fighting the urge to get up and go to them the moment he saw them.
“Micha!” Harry exclaimed, causing Romy to look up and gasp at the sight of them; Callie didn’t even stir from sleep despite the noise, a sign of just how tired she was. “Is he alright?” Harry asked as Damon came closer to the fire.
“No,” Damon said simply, telling the truth as he saw no need to sugar coat it when they could all see the state of the young man in his arms. He was, however, glad that Harry had at least done as he was told and stayed put in all the chaos, as he had been asked to.
It would have been far too easy for him to have been reckless and gone running off regardless of what he had been told, possibly been hurt too, which would only have exacerbated the situation. Perhaps the teenager was actually learning something about being part of the pack and what that meant; one could only hope.
“Can I help?” Harry asked, wanting to be useful and do something, anything. He moved as if to get up but one stern look from Romy had him settling back down again looking a little sheepish. It wasn’t that he was trying to be disobedient; he honestly couldn’t feel any pain in his ankle so he felt a little ridiculous resting it.
“You stay right there, Harry Prince!” Romy told him sternly. “I’ll help,” she added as she grabbed Micha’s special hides and laid them down right next to Harry and Fenrir’s bed, knowing that both submissives would be happier with this arrangement. She also added a quick warming charm that would help get Micha’s body temperature up again; she could already see how blue his extremities were and how pale his skin had become.
Harry, not wanting to be completely useless, grabbed for his wand, raising it up to the sky and sending bright red and green sparks up into the sky, hoping to alert the others that Micha had been found and that they could come home. He didn’t want the others to be wandering around in the woods while it was so dangerous when there was no reason for it; and, more than anything, he wanted his mate back with him.
Damon said nothing further, too focused on taking care of his mate. He lay Micha down next to Harry before spooning around the older of the two submissives; pulling the hides over himself and Micha, he nuzzled into his mate, relieved that he could feel a steady beating heart beneath the palm that rested on Micha’s chest.
Clayton was the first one back, Fenrir trailing after him, the young pup clearly having run ahead of the Alpha male; however, upon seeing his father and Micha cuddled together the reality that the two of them were together really hit home. Knowing about it was one thing but to actually see it… it was too much.
The eldest of the three pups swiftly turned on his heel and went to storm back into the forest, unwilling to deal with it and not wanting to see his father so intimately cuddled together with someone he had counted as a friend; it was just too weird. Fenrir, however, was not content to allow any more of his pack to wander off this morning, and grabbed at the young boy around the waist before Clay could get more than a few steps.
“Go and sit with Harry,” he barked out, putting Clay back down and gently pushing him in that direction, glaring at the omega wolf rather sternly. In truth, the Alpha was not doing it to be spiteful towards him; he only wanted them all safe.
Fenrir cared very little that Clayton was in a strop over his father and Micha being a couple; as far as he was concerned, Clay was the pack omega for the moment and would do as he was told. Fenrir was determined that until he knew what had happened to the older of the pack’s two male submissives, no one would be leaving again.
It had been a hellish full moon and he needed to get to the bottom of all of the night’s events. The attack in Hogsmeade and Micha going missing, for a single evening it was a lot. He was only glad that they were all alive and hadn’t suffered any fatal injuries, though he could see that Micha was unconscious.
“Where was he?” Fenrir demanded to know, dragging Clayton across the clearing towards the others by the scruff of his neck when the teenager didn’t make a move in that direction himself. He had to all but force him to take a seat next to Harry, who accepted his best friend with open arms. The younger submissive cuddling into his best friend regardless of what Clay wanted; though after a few moments Clay sighed and opened his arms, returning the embrace.
“North,” Damon said, rubbing Micha’s hands between his own in an attempt to warm them up as quickly as possible, though he took care to be gentle with him, not knowing the extent of his injuries, only what he could see. “He wasn’t far from the stream,” he explained, his focus still on his mate, who thankfully seemed to be breathing a little easier now that he was starting to warm back up.
“You have him?” Jenson asked, as he came charging back into the clearing once more, still looking rather panicked and even slightly scared. “Is he okay?” He was feeling a huge amount of guilt over what had happened and he just wanted to know that Micha was alright and was safe.
Romy was kneeling close to Harry, Micha and Damon casting spells on the older submissive that her mother had taught her and that she had been reading up on in what little free time she had lately. “Fractured ribs, I think,” she told her father as he approached the rest of the pack; Lukas and Tessie returned a few moments later, both of them looking relieved when they saw that Micha was back with them and seemed to be alive.
“There is no doubt that his leg is broken, but fairly sure Mum should be able to fix that easily enough and he’s had a small bump to his head. Something is wrong with his arm too, but not sure if it is just really bad bruising or a sprain, or it could even be fractured,” she told them, the pack listening intensely. “Sorry,” she said giving Damon a sympathetic smile, knowing how upset he would be hearing it all. She felt bad that she couldn’t do more but she didn’t trust herself to heal such injuries with her limited experience and thought they were better getting him warm and waiting for her mother’s assistance.
“It’s going to be okay, trouble,” Damon whispered to his mate, holding him close as gently as he could, placing kisses to the top of Micha’s head and on his temple. He loved the young man so much and to hear that his mate was so badly hurt made him want to break down but he had to stay strong because Micha needed him. He wouldn’t fail the submissive again.
“Can I please not have to sit right here and watch this?” Clayton requested grumpily. Though it wasn’t as if he could go anywhere, not with Harry cuddled up to him the way he was, but he just didn’t want to have to sit and watch his Dad kiss and cuddle up to Micha, finding it a little weird.
“You’re the omega, you stay where I tell you,” Fenrir said sternly to the young pup was looking increasingly unhappy; he was not at all in the mood to deal with the pup’s complaints right now, not when he had just heard how badly injured one of his pack was.
Clay didn’t look best pleased with that response, but said nothing further, pointedly looking anywhere except where his Dad was lying with the submissive hidden only under a few hides. That was not something he had ever particularly wanted to see, and certainly not so soon after being faced with the reality of his Dad dating Micha, for the first time. It was going to take some getting used to.
“Should we wake Callie?” Harry asked somewhat hesitantly. He knew that she wasn’t well; from the fact that she had gone back to sleep almost the moment she had laid down and the way she had vomited that morning, that was clear enough, but he was worried about Micha too and didn’t like the idea of leaving him with his injuries for any longer than they had too.
Damon looked torn about this too; he wanted his mate healed but he knew how much his sister needed her sleep when she was unwell. However, he knew that Callie could go back to sleep later and he didn’t want Micha in pain like this, not when he could be healed in a matter of minutes. “Wake her up,” he said regretfully after a few moments, looking up at Fenrir, who nodded his agreement.
“She needs to sleep!” Jenson protested angrily, not liking that they were going to wake up his seriously unwell mate and ask her to perform relatively complex magic when it was clear that she really wasn’t up to it. It was times like these that he hated the fact that his mate was the only one capable of healing, though thankfully she had been teaching both Romy and Tessie some of what she knew. Callie was the backbone of the entire pack, she was the one that kept them all alive and was entirely unappreciated in Jenson’s opinion. She did so much for all of them and they couldn’t have survived without her, he couldn’t survive without her.
“And I needed you to keep my mate from getting hurt,” Damon snarled in response to the Beta wolf’s protests. “He could have been killed, Jenson. I trusted you to keep him safe while I was gone and you failed! Some Beta you are!”
“Enough,” Fenrir snarled, the tension between the pack was almost unbearable, he wouldn’t have them fighting right now, not when some of them needed to be healed as it was. They didn’t need for there to be more injuries. “If there is blame it will be put on me, as Alpha.”
By this time Lukas and Tessie had settled themselves close by to the rest of the pack, neither of them saying a word. Lukas was still furious at Fenrir but he could see that now was not the time to challenge the Alpha on what had happened. He would get his answers soon enough. Tessie had curled up beside him; she seemed to be scared to do or say anything, even too scared to move.
“I want to know what happened last night,” Jenson said, going over to his mate, sitting down and lifting Callie gently into his arms. If they were going to wake her up then he was going to do it kindly, rather than let one of the others shake her from slumber.
Romy, who had been curled up with her mother now moved to Lukas’ other side so that she was out of the way. She needed the comfort that being in Lukas’ arms gave her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, knowing that it was just what she needed.
“Later,” Fenrir said firmly. He had questions too, about what had happened with Micha, and with the people who had attacked the pups at the school, but that could all wait until they had Micha and Harry healed. They would all have to talk things through if they were going to get a complete picture of what had really happened.
“No,” Jenson said, getting rather angry at the whole situation, glaring at Fenrir, Callie still asleep in his arms. “I want to know what the hell happened last night, we all need to know!”
“I am the Alpha here, I said later!” Fenrir roared, startling the pack a little. He had reached the end of his tether and was done with his pack members disobedience and disrespect. The loud roar also had the unfortunate side effect of waking Callie, her eyes flickering open and peering at those around her. “Harry needs healing,” Fenrir told her confused expression, “then Micha too.”
It was very cut and dry in his mind, Micha might have had the more serious injuries but he was unconscious. Harry outranked him in the pack and therefore needed to be healed first regardless. Though it was also because Harry could do himself more damage, not feeling how badly he was injured.
“You found him,” Callie said happily as she woke up a little and became a little more aware of what was going on around her. Sitting up in Jenson’s arms she was pleased to see that Micha was in her brother’s arms. Though it worried her that he apparently needed healing.
“Micha is hurt worse!” Damon all but shouted at the Alpha, furious that Fenrir would delay Micha’s healing in place of Harry’s; he understood that Fenrir didn’t like to see Harry hurt, but it wasn’t like Harry could actually feel it, or was that badly injured.
“Heal Micha first,” Harry said, giving his mate an apologetic look, knowing that Fenrir would not agree or approve of this suggestion. He knew Fenrir wanted him healed but Micha needed it more than he did.
“Harry first!” Fenrir said firmly, not about to be dissuaded or argued with. Harry was his mate and therefore would be healed first regardless of what anyone else’s opinions on the matter were.
“It’s okay,” Callie said, climbing off Jenson’s lap and moving over to Harry, knowing, from the previous evening, what it was that needed to be healed on the younger submissive. “This I can fix in less than a minute,” she told them confidently, when Harry and Damon both looked ready to start arguing again. “Then all my attention can be on Micha,” she added.
“Heal Micha first or I’m going for a walk,” Harry threatened, knowing how much of a brat he sounded like but he really wasn’t happy that he was being put before Micha when he wasn’t even that badly hurt. “I can’t even feel my ankle, just heal Micha, please. I’m no more important than he is,” he tried to rationalise, hoping it made him sound a little less juvenile.
Callie, however, didn’t even respond and simply pressed her wand to his ankle, muttering the spell it needed to heal the damage within. She wanted to cast one to reduce the swelling and bruising too, but Harry was up on his feet with a yell of, “No, I said Micha first!” before she could do anything further.
“Too late,” Romy said with a roll of her eyes, wondering if Harry realised that in his determination to put Micha first he was just slowing things down. She really loved her pack brother but he could be a little dense on occasion, especially when his stubbornness was involved.
Harry let out a cry of frustration that they had just ignored his wishes and healed him anyway and went to storm away. Fenrir, however, knew his mate well and had seen this coming, so had no trouble wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist, pulling him close to his body and lifting the teenager off his feet so that he couldn’t go anywhere.
“No, little one,” Fenrir told him firmly, ignoring the way Harry tried to fight free of his hold. “Heal Micha,” the Alpha instructed Callie, but it was unnecessary really given she had already moved over to the unconscious submissive and was repeating the diagnostic spells that her daughter had cast earlier.
“You let me down this instant!” Harry demanded, hitting his fists against the Alpha’s broad shoulders. He could tell that Fenrir was in a bad mood, but so was he; he had just wanted to spend the full moon with his family and it had all gone terribly wrong.
“Brat,” Fenrir grunted, as Harry continued to try to get free, the many blows hitting him, but barely hurting the large Alpha at all. However, as this new, though seemingly appropriate, name for Harry was uttered, Fenrir smashed his lips against his mate’s.
Through all the anger and frustration he felt over the disaster that had been the last twelve hours, he was mostly just relieved that the young submissive was alright; that both the pack’s male submissives were alright. When he had seen the silvery wolf that was so much like his own wolf form he hadn’t known what it meant.
He had thought that Harry’s patronus was a stag and seeing it had made him hesitate, a hesitation that could have made them too late. As it was, Clayton had already killed a man. He had so many questions to ask but now was not the time; they all needed to catch their breath first. Besides, he had no intention of allowing the pups to go back to school before tomorrow morning.
He still couldn’t get over the fact that his little Harry had been about to cast the killing curse on some muggles, and that he had only just managed to stop him in time. He would never have believed that the teenager would do such a thing, particularly given he had no stomach for violence of any kind most of the time.
“Don’t think that by kissing me it’s going to make it all better…” Harry started to say, only to be cut off by another fierce kiss. Fenrir didn’t want to argue with his little mate, not now, not after everything that had happened. He just wanted to hold him in his arms and know that he was safe.
“He’s going to be okay, Damon,” Callie said firmly, with a tone of exasperation. She understood that he was worried about his mate, but his fretting was very distracting when she was trying to heal Micha’s injuries.
“You’re sure?” Harry asked, trying to turn in Fenrir’s arms to look at her, the Alpha kept a firm grip on him though, a little annoyed that Harry had turned away from his kisses in favour of looking to Micha and the others.
“Harry,” Micha grumbled unhappily at the sound of his friend’s voice, “shush.” Lukas couldn’t help by snort in amusement that these were the first things out of Micha’s mouth as he regained consciousness. Both Romy and Tessie were smiling on either side of him, thinking that it was such a Micha thing to do.
“He’s waking up!” Romy said happily and fairly loudly too. She had been so worried when she first saw Damon bringing him back into the clearing, Micha had looked as if he were dead he had been so pale. She was relieved that he was now waking up and talking to them, his injuries almost completely healed.
“Not willingly,” they heard Micha grumble somewhat unhappily, trying to turn so that he was facing into Damon and away from the others, wanting to bury his head into the warmth of his mate and shut everyone out.
“Could do with you to wake up actually, so we can make sure you’re okay,” Callie said kindly, chuckling slightly at the moan that Micha gave at that idea. He had barely slept all night, he was finally starting to warm up, having everything he had wanted around him; moving or getting up at all was not something he was willing to do.
“Can he not just sleep?” Damon pleaded. It was clear that his mate needed to rest; he had been through a huge ordeal and, now that his injuries were healed, Damon wanted him to rest for a while. He was more than happy to just lie with him. It didn’t hurt that Micha was half naked and, with the way the submissive had turned, he could feel the heat of the younger man's groin against his thigh. It was a very happy place for Damon to be.
“If my mate can’t sleep, neither can yours,” Jenson growled unhappily, glaring at Damon for even daring suggesting that Micha be allowed to sleep when Callie was awake and performing complex magic on their demand. If she needed Micha awake then Micha was going to be awake.
“She’s the only one who can heal!” Damon snapped at the Beta wolf, losing his temper. “It’s your fault Micha’s hurt so don’t you dare snap at me!”
“Damon,” Micha said quietly, “please don’t.” He felt bad enough about everything that had happened, the last thing he wanted was the pack fighting amongst themselves. “It was my fault, I just panicked, I’m sorry,” Micha whispered, burying his head against Damon’s chest, inhaling the comforting scent which seemed to sooth him.
“Tell me what happened, Micha,” Damon said softly, giving Jenson a glare that said that they were not done yet. However, Micha was his priority for the moment and he had to make sure Micha was okay.
“Can’t,” Micha said, shaking his head. The thought of recounting what had happened and why in front of everyone was humiliating. The panic he had felt, the insecurity. He didn’t want everyone to know how weak he was, how he was unable to cope with a single transformation without his mate.
“Come on, you lot,” Callie said, getting to her feet, Jenson and Romy both standing up and hurrying forward to help when she looked a bit unstable. “I think they could do with a little time alone.”
“He will tell me what happened too,” Fenrir said stubbornly, but Harry reached up and cupped his cheek to get his attention. He knew that Micha would find it difficult enough without being crowded and beside, he wanted time with his mate too.
“I think perhaps we could do with a little alone time too, wolfie,” Harry suggested, thinking this would be one way to give Micha and Damon some time, while also reconnecting with his mate. He felt so robbed of the previous night and this morning, where he had barely shared an affectionate gesture with his mate. He was determined to do this before they returned to school.
“I will tell you whatever Micha tells me that is relevant to the evening’s events,” Damon said stiffly, looking to Fenrir. He didn’t want Micha to have to recount this more than once and it was clear that the submissive would find it hard enough to explain what had happened when it was just the two of them without the whole pack staring at him.
“Urg, I don’t have to stay sat here during my Dad and Micha’s alone time do I?” Clay asked, looking up at the Alpha pleadingly, making Harry laugh. Harry did feel kind of bad for his best friend, thinking that he wouldn’t want to watch his Dad cuddling up to anyone either, let alone one of their friends.
“He knows?” Micha asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as to when this had happened, looking at Damon in surprise, before turning over to look at Clay. “You know?”
“Yeah, I know,” Clay said dryly, still not really sure about how he felt about this whole situation. Micha didn’t seem to miss the unhappiness that Clay was expressing and it hurt his feelings a lot, thinking that maybe Damon had been right to keep it hidden from the teenager.
“As much as you deserve to suffer, I will not be here to enjoy it,” Fenrir stated simply. If they were giving Damon and Micha some space so that the submissive could explain to his mate what happened, then Clay being there would hardly be constructive anyway. “You may go. But stay in the clearing!”
“And they say you don’t have a sense of humour,” Harry said, clearly very amused.
“I wasn’t joking,” the Alpha said with a confused scowl. He would have delighted in watching Clay suffer a bit, watching his father and Micha together, not only because he had had to suffer it but also because it might have helped the teenager come to terms with something that wasn’t going to change.
“Well that just makes it better,” Harry said with a smile, loving his mate all the more for how oblivious he was. “Come on, wolfie, let’s leave these two to talk,” Harry suggested, nuzzling into the Alpha’s embrace. He wanted to reconnect with his mate and they couldn’t do that here. Unbeknownst to Harry, however, Fenrir had alternative plans.
Micha watched the Alpha cart Harry off towards the others, leaving the two of them alone after Clayton had scampered off in the same direction Romy had gone. Damon’s arms tightened around him, holding him close, breathing in his submissive’s scent, relief filling him. Micha was here and he was safe.
“Can I go back to sleep now?” Micha asked hopefully, thinking that he might be able to avoid talking about what had happened and that he would even get to just be held in his mates arms for a while.
“Nope, you are going to tell me how you managed to get into trouble, trouble,” Damon said, with a teasing smile, pressing a kiss to Micha’s lips. “I only leave you alone for one night and all this happens…”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know I am a terrible werewolf, a terrible submissive, a terrible mate,” Micha rambled at once, hating that he had let Damon down, that he had failed. He just didn’t want his mate to see how pathetic he really was and leave him.
“What are you talking about?” Damon asked, worried about my how much his mate seemed to be blaming himself. He had never thought for a second that it was Micha’s fault and he didn’t understand why the submissive thought that it was.
“I needed you, and when you didn’t come back, I went to look for you,” Micha tried to explain, getting tearful and agitated. “I was going to the apparition point, and I tripped, I should have been looking where I was going, but the transformation was so close and I panicked and…”
“Shh, trouble, shh,” Damon said, pulling his mate close, trying to calm him. “I promised I would take care of you, I should never have left. I’m so, so sorry; I wanted to get back, it’s just...”
“Yeah, what did happen?” Micha asked, confused about what would have happened to have kept them away; particularly Fenrir, who would never leave his pack so vulnerable, and Damon, who sounded so guilty for not having been there.
“That will take a lot of explaining and more from Harry, Clayton and Romy, than me. Between the transformation and looking for you, I haven’t actually had a moment to talk to them about it,” Damon told him. “But right now I want to focus on you.”
“Why…?” Micha asked. “I’m not even a proper werewolf…” he said sadly.
“Why would you say that?” Damon asked, frowning in confusing but keeping his voice calm. He wanted Micha to explain what had upset him so much, enough to make him think such things about himself. Damon thought that he had made his feelings perfectly clear where Micha was concerned but apparently the younger man was still struggling to understand how much Damon loved him.
“Because I can’t function without you,” Micha said impatiently, frustration in his voice; though it was with himself, rather than his mate, who had done nothing but be supportive, caring and even loving.
“Yes you can,” Damon insisted, “you’ve managed for the last twenty-five years without me and I clearly can’t take care of you the way you need me to. Maybe it would be best for you to find someone better suited to take care of you,” he added, his heart clenching painfully in his chest, but knowing he needed to do what was best for Micha; he loved his mate enough to do that, to give him up so that he could find someone who would be better able to give him what he needed.
“I don’t want anyone else to take care of me,” Micha said, pulling back from the dominant enough to look him in the eye. “I want you, only you,” he said firmly, tears in his eyes. He wouldn’t leave Damon unless Damon wanted him gone.
“I’m no good for you,” his mate said seriously, and Micha could see that he was crying too.
“You’re the only good for me,” Micha said, not sure that he was making sense, but moved by how much Damon obviously cared. “I love you, I don’t want anyone else but you, I just… I don’t think I deserve you,” Micha explained, speaking the truth. These were feelings that he had had for a while but never had the courage to say, the conviction to be so completely honest. He had almost died last night because of his own idiocy and he knew that it was now or never because if he didn’t say these things now then he might never have the courage to say them.
“I love you too, trouble, I just want to be a good enough dominant and a good enough man to deserve you,” Damon said, bringing up a hand to caress the submissive’s cheek, looking into the wide, tear filled purple eyes that he adored so much.
“Do you really want a submissive like me? I mean, I’m useless, I’m stupid, I…” However Micha’s ramblings were put to an abrupt halt as the dominant pressed his lips to his mate’s somewhat harshly.
“No,” Damon growled, “don’t you dare, I won’t listen to you say that about yourself. You are perfect, you are mine,” he said and then sighed, adding, “if you’ll have me.”
“I’ll have you, if you want me,” Micha said shyly, hoping that Damon did want him. He seemed to and that made Micha hopeful that Damon would never leave him, never hurt him and that they would be together for the rest of their lives.
“Forever,” Damon said truthfully before grasping at the back of Micha’s head and bringing him forward until their lips met. Micha opened willingly, submitting at once to Damon as the older of the two explored with his tongue, ravishing Micha so completely that it left them both breathless and wanting more.
FGHP
Fenrir still had Harry in his arms as the pack members moved to give Micha and Damon some space to talk and reacquaint themselves with one another. Now that Fenrir was sure that all his pack members were going to be okay, they needed to secure their territory. He still didn’t know how Micha had sustained his injuries; the submissive had probably just fallen or something, knowing how clumsy the boy was, but he wanted to be sure that the strays weren’t involved and that their safety wasn’t threatened any further.
“Jenson,” the Alpha said sternly, addressing his Beta with as much authority as he could, to show that he was not messing around. Jenson was stood helping his mate to take a seat by the tree line; Callie was looking a little worse for wear, the complex magic having taken it out of her.
“Alpha?” Jenson said, his voice a little strained as though holding back his frustration; he just wanted some time to take care of his mate and to make sure that his daughter truly was okay, after whatever had happened at Hogwarts. Romy had hardly spoken a word since returning and he was worried about her.
“The boundaries,” Fenrir growled out. “Lukas, go with him,” he added, turning to where the younger dominant was stood talking with Tessie a short way away. Lukas frowned, clearly still angry at the Alpha, but nodded his understanding. He could vent his frustrations later when the pack was safe.
“Fenrir, I’m not leaving Callie,” Jenson said stubbornly, gesturing to his mate who was sat with her back against a tree looking as if she might faint at any given moment.
“It’s okay, Dad,” Romy said, taking a seat next to her mother and cuddling into Callie’s side. “Me and Tessie will stick here with Mum,” she promised; Tessie nodded her agreement, when Jenson gave her a questioning look.
“Fine,” Jenson griped, clearly not happy in the slightest, but knowing that they did need to secure their home, “but Clayton can come help, speed this whole thing up.” Fenrir nodded his agreement.
Clay groaned, having just taken a seat next to Romy, wanting to talk to her about what had happened and ask if she was alright after being hit with the cruciatus curse. With a sigh, however, he got back to his feet again, supposing that even checking the boundaries was far better than remaining in the clearing and having to watch his Dad cuddling up to Micha a few feet away. Besides, as omega, he didn’t really have a choice in the matter anyway, he would have to do as he was told regardless of how he felt about it.
“Now can we have alone time?” Harry asked his mate, as Jenson, Lukas and Clayton headed off through the tree line. He was of the opinion that he had been plenty patient while Fenrir dealt with his Alpha stuff and now he just wanted to be with his mate, alone.
“Yes,” Fenrir said decisively, carrying Harry off in a different direction from where the others had headed. He felt confident that between his Beta checking the boundaries and the thorough search of the woods when looking for Micha, that they were safe for now.
Harry was enjoying being in the warm comfortable arms of his mate, the prospect of some time alone with him making him feel even better. He couldn’t keep his hands from toying with the hair on his mate’s expansive chest as they headed off into the woods to get some privacy, smirking to himself as his fingers brushed over Fenrir’s nipples.
“Little one,” the Alpha growled in warning as his mate pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger. He wanted to enjoy their time alone as much as his mate did, but he needed to deal with his submissive’s continued disobedience first, as it had gone on for far too long now.
Harry gave him a very confused look as he was placed back on his feet, deep enough into the forest to allow for privacy but close enough to clearing in case anything further was to happen. “You should not have argued with my instruction,” Fenrir stated firmly, as Harry continued to look up at him.
“I stayed put while you went to look for Micha,” Harry pointed out; that had not been an easy thing to do and he had hoped that his mate would at least give him credit for that.
“You did,” Fenrir agreed, with a nod of his head. “But then refused to be healed,” he added, his scowl deepening. He really needed for Harry to listen and to understand, there was a reason he was in charge and why he made the decisions that he did. Harry had to learn to obey him.
“Micha was more seriously hurt than me,” Harry argued, giving an exasperated huff, hoping that Fenrir would at least see his side of things. “My ankle could have waited and you just wanted me healed first because I’m your mate, and Micha is only Damon’s.”
“Yes,” Fenrir confirmed, there was no use denying it; Harry was his mate and was therefore more important in the pack than Micha. “You are my mate, you are more important than all others,” he tried to explain. “And I am Alpha, you will obey me.”
“Like hell,” Harry said grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest. “I do what you tell me when it really matters, but remember that in this relationship we are still equals.”
“YOU WERE HURT!” Fenrir roared, taking a firm grip of the nape of Harry’s neck, finally having had enough of the strops and the tantrums, pulling Harry close to his body and tipping his mate’s head back just enough to ensure that he was looking directly at him. “You will learn that I am in charge. My decisions are to protect you, and you will respect them.”
“Fen, stop, please,” Harry said, rather alarmed by the anger that seemed to him to have come from nowhere. He had not expected to be manhandled in such away, his heart was racing, a small spark of fear igniting in him.
“You are my submissive,” Fenrir said sternly, “you might outrank the others, but you do not outrank me.” He had let his mate get away with a lot more, since they had mated, than he normally would have allowed. Harry had been younger than he had planned, and their lives were more complex and dangerous than he had ever imagined that they would be; he wanted his mate happy, but enough was enough and he was going to put his foot down.
They couldn’t carry on the way that they were going. He was so proud of how strong his mate was and that Harry could take care of himself. He wasn’t particularly happy about the frequency in which the young submissive had to defend himself but the fact that Harry was so strong and could help protect the pack, and their family when they had one, it was a huge source of pride for the Alpha.
However, on the flip side of that, Harry needed to learn the ways of the pack, that he was more important than all of the others. He didn’t expect for the adjustment to be easy but it was an adjustment that had to be made, for the sake of the safety of the pack.
“I know that!” Harry yelled at him, furious green eyes glaring up at Fenrir, as he tried to pry the Alpha’s grasp from his neck.
“Stop being a brat,” the Alpha instructed, giving Harry a swat to the bum with his other hand. He knew that it wouldn’t hurt his submissive but pain was not the point here, he needed to enforce his dominance and make it clear that he was the one in charge. If punishment was the only way to do that then that was what he was going to have to do. He had no idea where to start but it was something that they would learn and Fenrir had the sneaking suspicion that Harry would give them plenty of opportunity to explore this together.
“FEN!” Harry cried out; it hadn’t been a hard hit but it had caught him off guard, shocking him more than anything else as he hadn’t been expecting it. He tried to push away from his mate’s chest, to no avail, before trying again to get free from his mate’s hold. “Let me go,” he insisted, getting increasingly upset at what Fenrir was doing.
“No,” Fenrir said firmly, knowing that he was going to have to stand his ground, even in the face of the strop that he was sure his mate was about to throw; Harry was far too used to getting his own way, the Alpha realised and that had to stop. There would be no more ultimatums, no more flying off into trees, Harry would learn to listen and to behave.
“You’re hurting me,” Harry said, hoping that this would get the Alpha to release him. He had always hated the way Fenrir manhandled him, just wanting it to end. When they had come into the forest together Harry had hoped that it would be to spend more intimate time together, he had not been expecting this.
“No, I’m not,” Fenrir replied calmly, mildly annoyed that his mate was actually trying to lie to him to get out of this. “You don’t feel pain.”
“Fine, you’re injuring me then,” Harry said, his eyes filling with tears, when his mate refused to stop what he was doing. Fenrir seemed so calm and in control; Harry just wanted it to stop so that they could go back to cuddling and possibly having sex which is what he had intended them to do when they came out here.
“No, I’m not,” Fenrir repeated, his voice deeper and had a tone of warning to it; he knew exactly how hard his was holding Harry and his mate would not be harmed by it, of that he was certain. He had punished enough disobedient pack members over the years to know how hard to grip his little mate without causing him any injury; there might have been a few times when he had cause Harry injuries accidentally, but he was taking great care in that moment to make sure that didn't happen.
“I thought you wanted me,” Harry said, full out crying now. “You said you’d protect me.”
“I want you and I do protect you, little one,” Fenrir said, not surprised that his young mate was trying to manipulate him; but the Alpha was not at all happy that Harry would try to use his fear of not being able to protect his submissive against him.
“If you want me, then why can’t we just have sex?” Harry pleaded, going for a different tact, pressing himself forward against the Alpha’s body, looking up at him with wide tear soaked eyes.
“Stop it!” Fenrir snarled, giving Harry another smack, this time to the back of the thigh, using Harry’s surprise to lower the submissive to his knees. “Submit,” the Alpha instructed. He had not wanted to take things this far and had hoped that Harry would have been able to listen to his instincts enough to know when to let Fenrir be in control; but Harry was too stubborn.
“I won’t,” Harry said, crying again; he wasn’t sure what to do, but he wanted his mate to stop, to just hold him and make it all better. He didn’t even mean to be so difficult really, but he was so scared of being out of control.
“Submit,” Fenrir said again, lowering his face down closer to Harry’s. “I’ll protect you, little one; you are mine but you will submit to me.”
“Fen,” Harry said, tears flowing down his face as he held his arms up in a childlike plea to be picked up. “Fen, please,” the submissive said, but Fenrir didn’t move. And then, slowly, as he realised that the Alpha was not going to bend to his will, Harry lowered his arms and then his eyes, looking to the floor, baring his neck as best he could with the hold his mate had on him.
Only then did Fenrir release his grip on Harry’s neck, reach down and lift his quietly crying mate into his arms. “It’s okay, little one; I have you,” he said gently, holding his mate close.
FGHP
Stomping off in an uncharacteristic huff, Lukas held on to his righteous anger. Jenson and Clayton followed in his wake, neither of them sure how to approach the twenty-one year old, having never seen him in such a foul temper before.
“We should split up,” Lukas said, knowing that he was overstepping the line as it was more Jenson’s place to make such decisions but he knew that he needed some time to himself to walk off his bad temper. “It’ll be quicker,” he added when he turned to see the Beta wolf looking a little dubious.
“I’m not sure…” Jenson began and even Clay seemed to agree with the Beta wolf, he didn’t like the idea of them all going off alone either. Lukas, however, held firm, glaring at his superior, knowing what he wanted and not willing to budge on it today.
“Look, I don’t want to talk to anyone right now,” Lukas admitted. “I’ll go this way, you take Clay and go that way, we’ll meet up after,” he said rather snappily.
“Okay, but no crossing the boundaries,” Jenson agreed reluctantly. “And if you come across anyone, dead or alive, then you run. You send sparks up into the air and you run,” he instructed, holding a finger out towards Lukas, to emphasise the point. He didn’t want anyone else hurt on his watch, he already felt bad enough about what had happened to Micha.
“Don’t worry, I have no plans to play the hero,” Lukas said with a frown. “I’m in a bad mood, not a reckless one,” he added at Jenson’s sceptical expression.
“He’ll be fine, Jenson,” Clay said with a shrug. He could understand Lukas’ need for some space, even if he didn’t understand what exactly had gotten Lukas so riled up.
“You stay with me. No running off!” Jenson said firmly to Clayton, as Lukas headed off into the woods towards the boundary.
“Yes, Sir,” Clayton said with a salute, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Don’t get cheeky with me, boy,” Jenson said with a scowl. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Sorry,” Clay grumbled, realising that now was really not the time to be pushing the Beta wolf, and he followed after Jenson as the Beta headed off in a different direction from Lukas.
After a few moments of silence as the two of the stomped gracelessly through the woods, Jenson broke the rather tense and uncomfortable silence between them. “What happened last night?” he asked. So far he had seen his daughter shaken to tears and his mate in worse health than he had ever seen her, not to mention that Harry had been injured yet again. He needed to know.
Clayton sighed. “I’m going to have to tell everyone again later, so I’ll give you the condensed version,” the teenager said; he didn’t want to have to go over every detail only to have do it again for the others.
“Fine,” Jenson grunted unhappily, though he understood why Clayton was unwilling to tell him anything other than the basic facts.
“We were walking down to Hogsmeade to meet everyone,” Clay told him. “Romy’s biological parents were there, waiting for us, and they weren’t alone. They’d brought these weird guys with them and they were… well, horrible. One of them cast the cruciatus curse on Romy so I killed him.”
“Oh, Romy,” Jenson said sadly, shaking his head; wanted to go back to the clearing right now and hold his little girl in his arms. “But you killed him?” he asked, turning to look at the teenager next to him with surprise, as that information registered in his brain.
“Yes,” Clayton stated simply, as they reached the boundary of the territory and turned to start walking around the edge.
“How?” Jenson questioned. It was a little heart-breaking that all three of the pack’s pups had now been pushed into actually killing someone but he was proud of how well they stood up for each other when it really mattered. And, honestly, he was just glad that Romy hadn’t been the one to do it this time.
“I didn’t have a blade or anything,” Clay said with a shrug. “I just so angry that he dared to hurt Romy that I just started hitting him and I didn’t stop until… yeah... he deserved it.”
Jenson stopped, looking at Clayton in an entirely new light. The teenager had stopped too, thinking that the Beta wolf had sensed some danger that he had missed and was entirely surprised when the larger dominant suddenly had his arms wrapped around him in a tight hug.
“Thank you,” Jenson said with sincerity. He had never considered the way that Clayton’s lusted after his daughter to be anything other than a fleeting phase that he would grow bored of, just like most teenage boys. However, most teenage boys would not kill a man for their crushes.
“For what?” Clayton asked, struggling to breath given the hold Jenson had on him was so tight. He had been so taken aback by the embrace that he didn’t want to say anything, not wanting to be rude. The only physical contact they had ever shared had been when the Beta gave him a clip round the ear; this whole hugging thing was rather strange.
“Protecting Romy,” Jenson said as he finally let Clayton go. “I owe you a debt for keeping her safe,” he told him.
“No, you don’t,” Clayton said with a bashful shrug of his shoulders. “She’s family, hell she’s the love of my life, I’d do anything for her. You have nothing to thank me for and you certainly don’t owe me anything.”
It was as he said this, thinking of how much he adored Romy, wanted to be with her, loved her, that he realised that this was probably exactly how his Dad felt about Micha. He wanted his Dad to be happy and if that meant being with Micha then he wasn’t sure he had any reasons that they shouldn’t be together; other than being a little creeped out by the whole thing.
Apparently done with their whole bonding moment, and oblivious to Clayton’s inner revelations, the Beta went back to walking the boundary. Clay shook his head at how strange this whole day was turning out to be, and he hadn’t even had any breakfast yet.
The two of them carried on into the forest a while longer, neither really knowing what else to say. It was maybe half an hour later that Jenson put his arm out, stopping Clayton in his tracks, pressing a finger to his lips when the teenager gave him an odd look.
Jenson ushered them both behind a large tree, surrounded by overgrown undergrowth where they ducked down out of sight, peering through the leaves at what was just ahead of him. The Beta could clearly see the body of a man, though whether or not he was alive or not was unclear.
Clay had a lot of questions and really wanted to just go check and see if the guy was alive or not; that was what he certainly would have done if he hadn’t been there with the Beta. Though he supposed that was exactly the kind of reason Jenson was the Beta.
Jenson mouthed ‘stay here’ at Clayton, pointing to the spot where they were crouching. Clay just rolled his eyes, but when Jenson glared at him in annoyance, he nodded his understanding.
The Beta made his way out from behind the tree, keeping low to the ground and as quiet as he could; he didn’t want to risk waking the man if he was alive, or drawing attention to himself if someone else was looking for whoever this was. However, the only scent on the air was that of the unknown person and as soon as Jenson got close he stood up properly.
He turned to Clay and shook his head, gesturing the teenager over. There was no need for either of them to be discrete or quite so overly cautious when they were dealing with a corpse and there was no way this guy was ever getting back up; not with the amount of his blood that was on his clothes, skin and generally soaked into the mud around him.
“I somehow don’t think it was Micha who did this,” Jenson said with a wry smile, knowing that the only others nearby were the stray wolves and that this was likely their doing.
“If he did, then I think my Dad must be even more of a masochist than I thought,” Clay said absently as he took in the gruesome sight of the bloodied body on the ground.
“You shouldn’t talk about your father that way,” Jenson said with disapproval, crouching down next to the body; it looked like the guy had pissed off the wrong werewolf the night before given what looked to be numerous bite marks covering his body.
“Oh come off it,” Clay said dismissively. He was only joking but he still didn’t think this was Micha’s work; for one thing, he was sure that the submissive would have mentioned it if he had killed someone. But he supposed anything was possible. “I wouldn’t have thought Romy or Harry had it in them to kill someone, I’m not underestimating any of our family,” he added proudly. “We’re all badass.”
“I’m not so sure I approve of that assessment,” Jenson said looking up from where he was crouching to give Clayton an incredulous glare.
“I sure do,” Clay countered happily. He knew that Jenson was a fairly serious guy, but with everything that pack had been through in the last few months, for them to have made it through as well as they had was an achievement. “It’s saved Romy’s life, Harry’s too, I’d say it was something to be damn proud of,” he pointed out.
“Well,” Jenson said, getting back to his feet, “if they’ve taught you nothing else at that school you do seem to be growing up a little at least.”
“I have someone to prove myself worthy of,” Clay said with a cheeky grin just to prove that he wasn’t passed being a little childish on occasion.
“Clayton…” Jenson said warningly; he appreciated the way that the eldest pup had protected his daughter, but that didn’t make him any more inclined to accept the boys advances on Romy.
“Yeah, well,” Clay said, walking around the other side of the body, inspecting the area, more so that he could avoid looking at Jenson than anything else, “let’s just say I’m taking the brunt of things at Hogwarts so Romy and Harry don’t have to.” He didn’t mind, he felt it was his place in their family, but there was no doubt that it had changed him, made him more serious.
“What do you mean?” Jenson asked, with genuine concern, and a confused frown on his face. There was a sadness to the teenager that hadn’t been there before and the Beta made a mental note to keep an eye on him. He was glad that Clayton was protecting the other two pups but he didn’t want it to be at the expense of who Clay was; even if who he was happened to be an annoying little shit most of the time.
“It doesn’t matter; they’re safe and that’s all that matters,” Clayton told him dismissively. “So, what do we do with our guest?” he asked, keen to change the subject. He really didn’t think, given the day they were having, that now was the time for complaints.

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