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The Tribulation of the Blue Moon	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 80600 -:- Recommendations : 14 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Last Time

Harry went over and placed his sons into their cradles and covered them over, tucking them in as he did so, they deserved a restful sleep that wasn’t broken up by being bounced around by running. Hopefully they could get that now that they were settling here.

“They are fucking adorable.” Stacey said as he came to thump Harry on the shoulder. “You’ve given the pack some gorgeous pups to be proud of, but really, you couldn’t have had one girl?”

Harry glared at him, at all of them when they started laughing and hooting.

“Talk to Fenrir about it, he’s the one that determined the sex of the pups, I just provided everything else for them and just so that we’re clear, if any of you touch any of my children, male or female, you won’t live long enough to regret it.” He threatened.

That made them laugh harder and Harry huffed and sat on a tree trunk, watching his little pups sleep, one remaining all wrapped up as Harry had left him, the other worming a little fist out of the blankets to suck on his own knuckles. His expression softened and he smiled at them, his pack were right about one thing, his pups were fucking adorable and he was proud of them and he’d be forever proud of them, nothing could make him love those two little balls of fluff any less.

Chapter Seven – The Plan of Action

They had settled well in their new home, but Harry could almost taste the tension in the late summer air. Everyone was walking on eggshells, waiting for something to happen, waiting for an attack, but nothing did happen as days stretched into weeks, but Fenrir didn’t let them relax and as he actually used his magic to put wards around their territory, despite none of their wolves liking the acrid smell of the copious magic, they knew he was serious, it was for their safety, for the safety of the pups, as he grumbled darkly when Sid questioned why he was doing it, Sidney got an offhand smack for questioning Fenrir’s actions.

Their little boys were growing and strengthening under Harry’s diligent care and he barely left them alone long enough for anyone else to so much as touch them, now at two months old, the time had passed so quickly and the little boys were the heart of their pack. If little Felan so much as whined he was fought over by several men, if Ulric dislodged a blanket he had several men darting to tuck him back in. It was almost hilarious, if Harry hadn’t wanted to do their rearing himself that is, but every time he got angry, Fenrir would pull him back onto his lap, lick around his neck and ears and whisper into them that pups were raised by the whole pack and he encouraged him to let them do their share as it was unlikely that they’d ever have children of their own.

“Why not?” Harry had asked.

“Werewolves are much like real wolves; only the alpha pair are permitted to breed. That’s us, so let them fuss over the pups, we’ll give them many more to fuss over in later years, by then they’ll be thoroughly fed up and most of the baby rearing will fall back on to us, so enjoy it while it lasts.”

Harry watched them now, Nick and Scott, Stacey and Grant all sat around his two sons, watching them, stopping their conversation at every soft sigh in baby sleep, every twitch of a hand or turn of a head. He had called them all nurse maids the other day and they had wrestled him to the floor and strung him up for half a day, until Fenrir had come back and saved him, though he had laughed along with them when they explained exactly why their alpha bitch was strung up to a tree.

Harry groaned and rolled over onto his fleshy belly. He was only just losing the baby fat, what little amount of it he had gained at least. Fenrir didn’t like that he was losing it and was feeding him more, even though they didn’t have the cache stores for it, but as Harry told him several times he was just toning up the stretched bits, not really losing the weight, he felt healthier than he had in more than a year.

Fenrir came to lie with him, touching him and grooming him, Harry had finally fully bathed and his pack mates were so thankful that he had actually, finally, had a bath that they said they wouldn’t have cared if he was Merlin himself as long as he never smelt as ripe as he had before he had bathed.

“What are you thinking about?” Fenrir grunted.

Harry hummed. “Not a lot, just bits and pieces, I was thinking that maybe I could join the hunting group today, I’m feeling a little stressed and restless in this clearing.”

Fenrir nodded. “If you want, I’ll leave Sidney, Nick and Grant behind with the pups, they’ve been useless on the last few hunts, they could use a break.”

“It’s about time to go isn’t it?” Harry asked, looking at the sky consideringly, raring to get out of this clearing for the first time and explore his new forest home.

Fenrir grunted and stretched before standing up tall. “Right you sorry bastards, we need to hunt and we need to hunt well today, we can’t go hungry like we did yesterday. Grant, you’re in charge of the clearing and my pups in my absence, Sidney, Nick, you two need a break, stay here. Harry, you’re with the hunting group, we need some fresh blood. Let’s get moving.”

Harry stretched himself and kissed his two sleeping sons before loping off into the forest, following close to Bryan and Jonas, Fenrir just behind him. This was the first time he’d left the clearing since they had arrived here and he was glad of the chance to get out and stretch his legs more than just pacing the edges of the clearing.

He had his own dagger now, stolen by Fenrir just for him as they passed through a rather large town on their way to their new forest home. It was new and smooth and the grip was perfect after a bit of plaster tape was wrapped around it. Fenrir and Bryan had been teaching him how to hold it properly, how to thrust and stab with it as well as slashing moves to slice a throat open.

He took it out now and shifted it in his hand to grip it properly, his wand that he had taken from Sirius stuffed in his waistband, his own was safely in the clearing with rest of the pack members wands to keep it safe, but he wouldn’t be caught out again. Fenrir’s huge hand came to close around his own and he adjusted his grip carefully.

“Like this or you won’t get a good enough plunge on it to fell the prey in the first blow.” He said gruffly.

Harry nodded seriously and practised a little before stilling. “Right, I’m happy.”

They stalked through their new forest, taking care. They split up, but Harry noticed that they didn’t separate as much as they once had. They were sticking closer together, always within earshot, if not always within sight of one another. It was a new dynamic of hunting and Harry wondered if this was why the pack was having trouble hunting enough food despite staying out hunting for hours each day.

They found their first herd of prey soon after and they slowed and crouched, staying almost silent as they signed to one another with simple gestures and they all nodded their understanding before they rushed their prey, splitting the herd up and he, Fenrir, Loren and Scott went after one while Stacey, Bryan, Jonas and Miles ran after another. It was not their usual tactics, but as Fenrir easily brought one stag down with a dagger to the carotid artery and Jonas got a second, Harry realised that the pack was utilising what they could from the situation they were now in. The herds weren’t particularly large, but there were quite a few of them grazing and they had fawns with them too, they needed to split them up to have any chance of catching anything and the pack had adapted to suit this new need, even though it was terribly inconvenient and annoying.

Harry however found it very difficult to adjust himself to this new technique so soon after learning to hunt a specific way in the first place and he became frustrated easily.

“Calm down and breathe.” Fenrir encouraged, panting harshly. “It took us a while to get this technique down too, just remember we’re trying to box it in, without getting too close that it can injure us. We are targeting stags, but anything would be welcomed.”

Harry nodded and after a small breather, they were off hunting yet again, trying to get used to the new formations, but Harry noticed that he wasn’t the only one making mistakes or getting angry and frustrated and when Bryan and Stacey started snarling and shoving at one another, both blaming the other for losing the stag, which had almost trampled poor Miles as it stampeded to get away, Fenrir called a halt to the hunting trip.

Harry had a much better idea now of why the hunters always came back grumpy and ill-tempered, Fenrir most of all, as they travelled back to their small pile of kills and started dragging the three stags back to their clearing. Two were going to be preserved, one was going to be eaten, but at least they were starting to get their cache back, at least now they had two meals under their belts, though they still couldn’t afford to go lax, two meals worth wasn’t going to last them a day if they stopped hunting or had a bad hunting trip, they needed an established cache of food back and quickly.

They got back to their clearing and Harry collapsed down to the floor in the middle of the clearing and spread his legs, pulling himself forward to get both his sons between his legs in their soft bowl shaped, blanket cradles that were side by side, he kissed and nuzzled them as he listened to the clinical report from Grant about every little twitch and snuffle they had made while he was away. It made him chuckle.

“I do trust you with them you know. I wouldn’t have left them here alone otherwise.” Harry told him. “I’m not going to go ballistic if you don’t report every wet nappy or feed, as long as nothing noteworthy happened, though I am going to expect reports when they’re older, because I’m thinking I’ll be coming home to at least a few scraped knees, skinned elbows and bumped heads, so I’ll want to know how those happened, but as long as my boys are happy, clean, well rest, well fed and healthy, I don’t much mind what you’ve done or taught them.”

Fenrir fell down behind him and mimicked Harry, slotting his larger, longer legs on either side of Harry’s, getting his hips and groin right up flush against Harry’s bum and wrapping arms around his slight waist as he rested his chin on top of Harry’s head so that he could see the two babies.

“They still look healthy and strong.”

“They are.” Harry insisted as he checked the babies over. “No bruising, no odd marks, still pink skinned, still with baby blue eyes and this black hair they’ve got growing in is gorgeous.”

Harry ran his hand through Felan’s jet black hair just to feel how thick and soft it was.

“They’re going to be stunners when they get older.” He said sadly.

Fenrir squeezed him. “Don’t think so far ahead, they’re babies and they’d still be sucking a tit if you’d grown them during pregnancy.”

“Thank fuck I didn’t, you lot are bad enough without me growing breasts too.” Harry pulled a face and placed his hands over his chest. “Do you think I didn’t grow any because I was underweight? I don’t think my body could have sustained the pregnancy and spared the necessary fat and growth for excess mammary tissues and milk production as well.”

His pack mates blinked and startled as if the thought hadn’t occurred to them. Bryan started laughing.

“Oh I can’t wait for the next breeding season and you get pregnant again. I want to test this out, seeing you with breasts is going to make my year.”

Harry made a rude gesture to him with his hand and rested back against Fenrir, watching his pups sleeping. He couldn’t wait until they were a little older and more awake and alert, but for now, he was just happy that they were growing fast and strong.

Fenrir nosed and kissed around his neck, nipping and then laying his teeth right into his skin to make a mark, Harry made a grunting noise, but cocked his head to the side to give Fenrir more access to his neck. If his alpha mate wanted to mark him, Harry would let him, but he’d be damned if he didn’t repay the favour later when they were getting intimate with one another, perhaps on Fenrir’s rather sensitive inside thigh where Harry and Fenrir would be able to see it, but no one else would and come to the wrong conclusion that Harry was challenging Fenrir’s authority or his position in the pack. He smiled a naughty smile as he imagined himself laying his teeth into Fenrir’s flesh, he’d like that.

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Fenrir sat up sharply and listened hard, he’d heard something and it had woken him from his light sleep.

He hated that he couldn’t rest enough to drift into a deep sleep, but the safety of his pack came first, his breeding mate and his two pups were in this clearing, he couldn’t afford to go lax on security.

He stayed there for long minutes, tense and ready, straining all his senses, his sight and his hearing the most, though he inhaled deeply and slowly too, trying to detect a scent that shouldn’t be there on the light, night breeze.

He narrowed his eyes and relaxed his aching shoulders slightly. Nothing seemed amiss, there were only the usual forest sounds and smells, he had probably heard an animal scuffle or a sharp gust of wind and it had woken him, but he had had to be sure. He’d never forgive himself if he passed something off as normal only for his pack to be attacked.

He smothered a yawn as he lay back down, scratching the coarse hair on his lower belly absent mindedly. He was wide awake now, the adrenaline rush chasing away all lingering remnants of sleep and he made a soft noise of disgust. He hadn’t been sleeping nearly as often as he should have been, but he couldn’t leave his pack and pups to sleep with no protection, so he dozed lightly, always half aware of everything and everyone around him, just in case, but the down side to this was that every noise woke him, any sudden sounds be it the wind or nocturnal animals, the mere hoot of an owl had woken him the other day.

It left him unrested, tired, nigh on exhausted and then he had to get up with his pack, eat if they had something in their stores, go hungry if they didn’t and then he had to force himself to hunt all day every day before collapsing and drifting in the perpetual state of being half awake and half asleep again. He couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t rest, he was always bone tired and getting grumpier, but that was his duty as an alpha of a pack.

He turned his head to look at Harry, who was sleeping deeply next to him, he was worried about all the missed meals, sometimes they went a whole day without eating anything, they were getting weaker, which would lead to a loop of unsuccessful hunting. Harry was dropping weight right before their eyes and his pack mates had noticed, they came to him and whispered their concerns to him, they subtly pushed more food at Harry when they actually had it to spare, but Harry always noticed and he pushed it right back with a fierce glare. They were all worried about him though and they could all see the weight dropping from Harry’s already slight frame.

Fenrir sighed and rested a hand on Harry’s sharp jut of hip, the skin clinging tightly to the bone, no fat or flesh underneath to separate the two. He couldn’t risk losing Harry, not in this way.

The only option was to start segregating meals. The higher ups in the hierarchy ate, the lower pack members didn’t. Hopefully they would get stronger this way and have more successful hunts which would then allow the lower pack members to eat as well, but he firmed himself at the thought that he could easily starve his lower pack members to death this way too. He was the alpha; he had to do what was best for the whole pack, even if it meant starving out a handful of the lower wolves, his pack was too big to carry on feeding them all this way, they didn’t have enough food to feed eleven of them, they were all going to slowly starve if they carried on eating this way.

Fenrir’s hand slipped up Harry’s back, feeling his spine and his other hand clenched tightly. He wouldn’t lose Harry to starvation, he refused to, his pack members would just have to understand, he needed his strongest hunters to be fit enough to take down more food, which meant he had to feed them first, over his other pack members.

He couldn’t wait for the full moon this month, only two weeks away. They were stronger, faster in wolf form, they’d be able to gorge themselves and they’d be stronger afterwards, hopefully they could all start hunting then and bring down more, but as they were now, they couldn’t carry on.

His oldest son, Ulric, snuffled in his sleep and Fenrir looked him over critically, tucking his blanket around him tighter and pressing a finger to his skin to check the temperature of his extremities. He was warm, not too hot and not cold.

Seeing his sons on the full moon for the first time, the pride he had felt as they both changed quickly, easily and painlessly into tiny little wolf pups was unparalleled, one with Harry’s soft grey colour, the other with his own jet black. They were his pride and joy as he picked one up by the scruff and walked around his territory with the little pup soft and lax between his teeth, his other pup being carried in the same way by Harry.

Listening to little puppy whimpers was something he had missed after his last litter had been killed, even though only one of all eight of his previous pups had been a werewolf, none from his first litter and the one from his second, but Harry had given him two twin boys, both werewolves and both strong and robust, he would do anything and everything for them, but he’d be lying if he didn’t say that he couldn’t wait until they were older, when they could walk, both on two legs and on four and they could walk with him and Harry without them having to carry them both, when they could play and wrestle with one another and clamber all over him and the pack. When he could teach them to hunt, both in wolf form and in human form and he moved his hand from Ulric to touch Felan’s sleeping face. He smiled tiredly, he couldn’t wait to teach them everything he knew and he would fight with his all to see them safe to adulthood.

Fenrir sighed and let his hand fall from his son back to his lover, stroking Harry’s too thin body, the bruising on his arm from that damned Auror had all but vanished, but he could still see the mottled bruising that had appeared after the Auror had gripped his mate too tightly and had dragged him around to try and keep his little mate from him.

He had very happily unleashed the very base instincts of himself on the two people who had harmed his mate and could have possibly harmed his pups as well, he had taken down Lupin first, who as soon as Harry had Apparated away in Loren’s arms had dived to intercept him as he rushed the male Auror. Lupin wasn’t his target however, so while Stacey had done his best to put his foot through the woman’s chest and Jonas stunned the dog that was bouncing and snarling around them, trying to bite and tear at them, he had beaten Lupin unconscious quickly before leaping on the male Auror, who had shot something at Jonas and he had thought that he had killed his second in command. He had ripped him to pieces as Stacey had checked Jonas over, the woman unconscious and bleeding on the road.

He’d used his sharp fingernails and his sharper teeth, combined with his sheer strength from his werewolf genes to rend the man to pieces, ignoring the small flashes of pain that came from the Auror fighting back and trying to get him off. The rage had descended like a red hazed cloud, this man had hurt his mate, could have hurt his pups, had injured Jonas, one of his pack mates, he bit, tore and ripped clothing and flesh alike, well after the man had stopped struggling and fighting. He had only stopped because the woman had regained consciousness, moaning and rolling and he had turned his attentions to her, she who had hurt Harry too, she who had tried, as he stood and watched, to snatch one of his own pups from Harry’s arms, presumably to harm them, to control him with the pup and the rage had made him howl as he dived on her and shredded her, painfully, enjoying her screams and the wet gurgling that came from her throat as he ripped open her chest, cracking ribs and relishing in the blood and exposed organs.

Fenrir shivered and grinned, he looked at Harry and wished that he was awake as he pressed a hand to his hardness; he had enjoyed killing those who had hurt his mate and would have hurt his pups too if given a chance and thinking back on it did make him excited and it did make his blood flow hotter.

With a happy, bittersweet, groan Fenrir slipped himself from his tight jeans that he had been wearing for the past several months now, they were holding up well so far and he didn’t yet need new ones, and he gripped his cock tightly, stroking slowly to build himself up.

As an alpha he didn’t necessarily have to keep himself quiet, but out of respect for his fellow packmates, his exhausted packmates, he silenced his sounds and only let out the odd grunt when a particular stroke tensed his muscles and made the coil in his lower belly tighten with a flash of white hot heat.

Moving his rough, calloused hand quicker and flexing his hand tighter to add more pressure, Fenrir let out a near snarl of gratification when he felt his orgasm building, so close to achieving his pleasure, he rolled his tough-skinned thumb around the head of himself on every up stroke but it was the image behind his closed eyes of Harry under him, spreading his legs for him with that coy smile and that naughty glint in his eyes that undid him and he cummed hard into his fist, breathing raggedly. He grinned, Harry had come a very long way from the shy and skittish, virgin sixteen year old he had been when they had met, he was a Mother now and Fenrir made it a point to fuck Harry often, he made sure to keep Harry happy and satisfied and his little mate was used to such things now.

“Feel better?”

Fenrir blinked and looked sharply at laughing green eyes. He snorted and gave a lazy smile.

“Yeah, I do.”

Harry rolled over to him and took one of his hands into his and Fenrir’s brow creased in confusion, until Harry started licking his hand clean with a warm, wet tongue. He let out a soft growl as he watched, his spent cock giving a twinge of interest as the little point of that pink tongue swiped up a line of his cum and Harry gave that naughty smile that he enjoyed so much.

He rolled himself over, onto Harry and kissed that naughty mouth, pinning Harry’s hands to the ground and kissing him hard and deep, flicking his tongue over everything he could touch, his cock reawakening and hardening as he pressed himself into Harry.

“You really recover fast for an older man.” Harry said with a wide grin.

Fenrir snorted and nipped at Harry’s jaw and down his neck.

“Don’t get cheeky with me.”

“So is it a werewolf thing?” Harry carried on before moaning as Fenrir bit a nipple.

“Yes it’s a werewolf thing.” Fenrir admitted gruffly as he pushed against Harry’s body.

“Mine’s a teenager thing.” Harry grinned, rolling his hips up into Fenrir.

Fenrir growled lowly, accepting the flash of heat those words caused as he shifted his body into a better position, pulling Harry’s jeans down and ripping the jumper full off.

Harry shivered slightly as a gust of wind prickled at his warm skin, but then Fenrir lowered his hot body on top of him and the breeze no longer touched him as they kissed and pushed against one another.

Harry wrapped his arms around Fenrir’s neck, pulling him closer as he twisted his head to the side to get a better, deeper angle to accept Fenrir’s tongue into his mouth, his own working against Fenrir’s to send shivers racing down his spine and made Fenrir push harder against him.

Snarling Fenrir broke the kiss and shoved his own jeans further down his thighs as he sucked his own fingers to help prevent Harry feeling pain from being penetrated.

He pushed one finger gently and slowly in to Harry, kissing him to distract from the burn of pain that would accompany his finger stretching his body, when he next went to steal milk powder and nappies for his sons he’d pick up a bottle or two of lube and see if it made any difference, women were different, they made their own lubricant, with the men he’d fucked he hadn’t given a shit past taking his own pleasure and relieving the ache in his balls, Harry was different.

Harry made a soft sound of pain and Fenrir stopped all movement, if those clear gels eased Harry’s pain just a little it would be worth it, it wasn’t like he was spending money on the damn stuff and he had to break into the chemist anyway for the milk powder, nappies and wipes.

Harry wriggled on his fingers and Fenrir moved them again, slower this time, more gentle and exploratory as he felt around Harry’s insides, using the pads of his fingers to feel out soft areas and sensitive spots until he touched that wonderful gland that jerked Harry’s whole body tight and threw his head back to crack against the ground.

Cursing, Fenrir lifted Harry’s head and kept his palm between the ground and Harry’s head, using the position to kiss Harry thoroughly as he used the pads of his fingers to brush, stroke and rub against his prostate, eating Harry’s screams.

He slowly and carefully pushed a third finger into Harry and listened critically as Harry’s breath caught in his throat and he grunted at the stretch.

He chuckled deeply and nipped, bit and kissed around Harry’s neck, licking wet trails over the skin and sucking dark, lasting marks onto the pale, pale skin as he moved and stretched his fingers inside Harry’s body as his lover writhed and whimpered for him.

He shifted closer to Harry, his cock bumping over the crease of Harry’s thigh, making him groan at the sensation it caused. He pulled back and did it again, just because he wanted to as he pulled Harry’s head into a deep, punishing kiss that stole both of their breaths away.

Panting hard and grunting gruffly, Fenrir pulled his fingers from within Harry to squeeze his cock tightly to stave off an imminent orgasm. He was over sensitised due to masturbating himself to orgasm earlier and he did not want to spurt himself over Harry’s skin, he wanted to be inside of Harry when he did that, so he gripped the base of himself tighter and dug his own nails into the skin of his cock to cause a little pain to chase the pleasure away.

“Fen?” Harry asked, glassy eyes looking up at him concernedly as he wriggled, his body not happy to be ignored in such a way.

“Give me a minute.” He said gruffly.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked, blinking the pleasure haze away.

Fenrir couldn’t have that so he used the hand still behind Harry’s head to pull him into a kiss, forcing his tongue into that willing mouth and plundering it.

When he believed he had a bit more control of himself, Fenrir removed his hand and stroked his cock a little to get the blood flowing back into it and to remove the sting of his nails before he lined himself up with Harry and pushed into him slowly.

Harry broke their kiss to grip Fenrir’s hair in both hands, pulling, tugging and yanking on it as he arched his back and kicked thin legs in pleasure.

Fenrir grabbed those legs and pushed them back and wrapped them around his chest. Harry had almost kicked Jonas and he couldn’t have his pack members waking up when they needed all the sleep they could get.

He allowed Harry time to adjust to being stretched and filled as he moved his limbs to where he wanted them, tugging Harry’s hips to get a better angle, before he pulled out and pushed back in and he didn’t stop, he carried on pulling out and pushing back in slowly, gaining a bit of speed when he thought Harry could handle it until he was shoving himself into Harry hard and fast, silencing Harry’s screams with long, deep kisses that they both grunted into.

His muscles sang as he pushed harder and faster into Harry, his hands had slipped under Harry’s back and were holding Harry’s shoulders to prevent him from being dragged or shoved across the hard, rough ground and to keep him in place as Fenrir fucked him, but he doubted Harry noticed as he moved and thrashed and bucked against him, his eyes clenched closed, mouth parted as he let out soft grunts with every thrust Fenrir gave into his body, though Fenrir lamented the two or so inches that didn’t make it into Harry’s hot, snug body, which was too short to accommodate the whole length of him, but as Harry clenched around him randomly and seemingly out of his own control, making Fenrir’s eyes blur with white starbursts, he found he didn’t give a shit about two lost inches, he had claimed Harry’s body fully, he didn’t need those two extra inches to make Harry scream, his mate did well enough alone with the length Fenrir could fit into his body and it made him feel like he had claimed every inch of Harry’s body, knowing that he had more than enough length and girth to fully stretch and satisfy his mate.

Harry’s orgasm took him over by surprise if the way his body arched back and Fenrir rushed to cover his mouth to muffle and swallow his scream before it woke any of the others. The clenching and rippling waves of Harry’s muscles gripped and milked him to his own orgasm and he exploded inside of Harry, biting a thin shoulder to stifle his own roar of completion.

He swelled within Harry and locked them together; he couldn’t have prevented it even if he had wanted to as he just lay bonelessly on Harry, too tired to move and with no energy to even attempt to pull out of his breeding mate before his knot formed.

“How do you feel now?” Harry asked him quietly, his voice husky.

Fenrir chuckled gruffly. “Amazing. Sex with you always makes me feel better.”

“Get some sleep now, everything will be fine. The wards will let us know if anything is wrong and Jonas added another ward to let us know if someone takes them down, we’re fine here Fenrir, just sleep.”

Harry carded shaky fingers through Fenrir’s hair and over the back of his skull and down his neck, repeating his actions until an utterly exhausted Fenrir fell fast asleep.

Harry smiled around a yawn and shifted slightly on Fenrir’s knot, making himself comfortable, he could tell that Fenrir was deeply asleep and his alpha needed it, he could see that Fenrir was exhausted and he was happy to help him get some proper sleep, even if it was just for a few hours.

Breathing in deeply, Harry shifted once more before falling asleep himself, still wrapped around Fenrir intimately, completely not caring that his pack mates would wake up and see him and Fenrir like this in the morning.

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Harry scowled as he smacked Scott yet again for laughing at him. He had gotten so fed up with the beta males, who constantly woke these days to find him and Fenrir naked and sleeping together and then laughed like fuck when they carefully peeled apart from one another, sometimes Fenrir grunted as the dried semen stuck his skin to Harry’s and Harry yowled as hairs were ripped out with the dried fluid which hardened like glue.

He punched a laughing Miles on his way past and flumped down and dragged Ulric into his arms, taking the bottle from a smiling Jonas and set himself to feeding his oldest son, whose eyes were darkening, which had caused a lot of excitement in the pack.

Harry believed that Ulric was going to be a near complete clone of Fenrir, taking his dark blue eyes over his own green, but Felan was still an unknown as his eyes were still baby blue for the moment.

The pack went out hunting after eating breakfast, Harry staying in the clearing with Grant, Sidney and Nick. Harry hadn’t liked Fenrir’s announcement that the three bottom most pack members were not allowed to eat, which was Sidney, Nick and Loren, despite Loren being one of their better hunters. Harry had debated long and hard with Fenrir and they had butted heads several times as Harry argued that Loren needed to eat something to keep his strength up to hunt, which then made Fenrir issue new orders where Loren was allowed to eat every other meal, swapped with Grant, one of their mediocre hunters, despite the fact that he was the fourth pack member in the hierarchy, behind Fenrir, Harry and Jonas.

As their hunters gained strength from the higher meat intake, they started killing more, which Fenrir had told him was why he had done it in the first place and the starving pack members were invited to eat just a week later and they all gorged and indulged in a very, very large deer that had been taken down as a sort of feast to celebrate getting fifteen meals in their new cache, which had been warded to better preserve the salted meat.

It was unusual that they hunted on the day of a full moon, but even though they were bulking up their cache, they still couldn’t afford to stop hunting, especially as the transformation would knock them out for half the day tomorrow and they wouldn’t be fit enough to hunt, but hopefully they would gorge themselves tonight and they wouldn’t need to dive into their cache at all tomorrow as they slept with full bellies.

Harry hoisted Felan higher up his chest as the little boy drooled and made soft noises.

“He’ll be talking soon.” Nick said with a grin. “Two and a half months and trying to talk.”

“I think he’s just teething.” Harry said. “I’m not sure what order this goes in or what averages are, I don’t really have much experience with babies, but I think teething comes before talking, doesn’t it?”

“You’d be better talking to Jonas; he had three kids before he was turned.” Grant told him.

Harry nodded. “I don’t really want to rub his face in the fact that he lost his kids though, or bring it up.”

“I’ll do it for you if you want.” Sid said.

“Sid’s right, Jonas won’t mind, he sees you as a son or a younger brother or whatever. Being with the pups is the most happy I’ve seen him in a while. He loves those boys.” Grant answered.

Harry nodded and made a mental note to speak to Jonas to see what he knew, but he was sure the drool and the funny noises was just a baby thing, two months seemed too young for them to be doing much of anything.

The rest of the afternoon was spent pretty much relaxing and waiting for the night, some of them caught up on some sleep while they could and when the hunting party came back it was all hands on preserving the skinned deer, Harry had watched and learnt and had recently progressed to being able to help, he liked helping, he liked feeling useful.

“Jonas, is it too early for the boys to start teething?” Harry asked nonchalantly as they all chatted together over preserving the four stags and lone, fat doe that had been brought down, the two fawns were deemed worthless and they didn’t waste the salt preserving them, instead they prepared them for a small snack before they turned and gorged on fresh meat later.

“Yeah, far too young, expect it to be about five or six months, though they could start showing signs as early as four months I think, but my little girl didn’t get her first tooth until she was nearly a year old.”

“What was her name?” Harry asked carefully.

“Hannah. I had two boys too, Jason and Jackson. They were either side of my little girl, they’d all be teenagers right about now, Jason is going to turn twenty next month though.” He gave a pained smile and went back to working on preserving the stag. Harry didn’t question him again.

When dusk fell, Harry stripped himself and his sons and wrapped them in just blankets that would fold away with their change; he snuggled into an equally naked Fenrir and tried to relax himself, trying not to think of the pain that was going to hit him very soon.

“Stay calm and just relax, it’s a clear night, no clouds to cover the moon. It’ll start immediately, just accept it.” Fenrir coached him, his voice gruff with anticipation.

Harry nodded and breathed, letting Fenrir’s hands touch him, playing with his skin as their beta males almost bounced in anticipation. Fenrir had helped every single one of them accept the change with as minimal pain as possible and Harry wanted to be so much like them, they were still a little nervous about the pain they knew was coming, but it was overshadowed by the anticipation of turning, Harry couldn’t think of anything but the agonising pain to come, but Fenrir’s hands were very distracting. Harry hoped this wasn’t the way he had soothed the beta males through their transformations.

Harry tried to focus more on Ulric and Felan; they were squirming and wriggling in their blankets, but the nerves he felt overshadowed almost everything else.

“Relax and breathe.”

“I am breathing!” Harry snapped.

Fenrir hefted him easily onto his lap and held him around the waist and pushed one hand up into his hair, tugging through it roughly, knowing Harry loved it. Harry moaned and moved to give Fenrir more access, more control as those rough fingers tugged through his hair, none too gently either.

The transformation took him suddenly and completely by surprise and he screamed. Fenrir held him tightly, kissing and licking over his skin, but it was no use, the pain was there and it was now all he could think about.

Fenrir held him throughout his change, fur bursting out of the skin on his arms that were wrapped around Harry, his own change coming over him even as he held Harry tightly to reassure him that he wasn’t alone.

He lay on his belly whining, even as he felt his pack around him, felt his breeding mate snuffle along his body. He recovered quickly, bolstered by the soft whimpers and whining from his pups.

He growled and batted his betas away from where they were licking his pups to sooth them. He lay down again and pulled his pups to rest against him and though he knew he couldn’t give them milk, he still let them nuzzle and pad at his belly, licking and sucking on his nipples, trying to get milk he couldn’t give, but he knew they’d be alright, even though he couldn’t feed them, his pups could survive without milk for one night, but the suckling instinct was soothing to them.

His breeding mate came to lick about his ears, making sure he was alright and he cocked his head to give his mate more access to his neck. He shook his fur when his mate had finished cleaning him and stood up, picking one of his pups up between his teeth gently, the little pup going lax and dangling down, swaying softly with every step. His mate picked up the other pup and followed behind him as their pack mates ran around, frolicking and scenting deeply to catch something to eat.

He carried his little pup with a care he had never known before and measured each step so that he didn’t trip up, but when the scent of prey hit them, Harry put his little pup down in a bush and urged his mate to do the same, he snapped at one member of the pack, head butting him until he lay down with a whine.

He growled to get the almost omega male to stay where he was. His alpha male batted the almost omega male over the head with a massive paw and then snarled at him, before moving the pack off in the direction of prey.

He followed closely by his alpha’s flank, happy to leave his pups with a sitter as he hunted and sated his craving for blood and hot, pink meat that would fill his belly in such a satisfying way.

He had gotten better at hunting, he could run now, he didn’t need to stop and collapse and take a break, or have his pack bring the prey to him; he could take down his own meals now.

Easing his body into a sprint before a full out run, he raced his pack members to the scent of prey, though he always stayed near his alpha. They burst out as a pack into the grassy field where a herd of deer were sleeping and grazing, it was almost too easy to take down food, one for nearly all of them, those who didn’t take anything down begged for food from the others as they all tore and ripped into their meals, cracking bones and gulping blood and hot chunks of meat. He couldn’t remember ever eating so well.

When he was finished with his meal he crawled over to his alpha, who was leisurely cracking bones with his teeth to lick out the marrow within. He stopped to lick over his bloodied muzzle and offered him a few chunks of leftover meat from his meal, which he swallowed down before he started gnawing on one of his alpha’s discarded bones, licking out the remaining marrow that his alpha had been too lazy to lick out himself.

They rested for a little while before their alpha stood and howled loudly, the pack joining in, there was silence from where they had left the lone beta with the pups, he wouldn’t howl with the pups so near him, defenceless but for him.

They hunted one more deer and started dragging it back to the beta, who hadn’t eaten; they wouldn’t leave him out just because he had been the delegated sitter. They’d take his meal back for him.

He took the last few feet at a dash and happily reunited with his mewling pups, who had smelt him approach. He lay down, his belly huge and distended from his huge meal and he let his pups snuffle and knead him with tiny little paws and even tinier claws that barely pricked him as they nuzzled his fur and his belly beyond.

The sitter wolf attacked his meal as he took over the care of his pups again, his alpha easing himself down behind him and started cleaning his ears and neck, he huffed and shook his fur, he didn’t like being cleaned, but his alpha just growled and he had no choice but to submit to his alpha’s wishes and ministrations as he started cleaning him with large, long swipes of his rough tongue.

The assault lasted ages and when his alpha was done his fur was stuck down and felt clumpy. He let out a deep huff and started doing the same to his pups, licking at their sparse fur and swallowing the debris they had accumulated from being dragged around the forest floor.

It didn’t take long before he fell asleep, his pups already sleeping, cuddled in close to his warm fur, his alpha was curled around him and their pack members were circling around them to fall asleep too, but he snapped and growled at them if they tried to sleep near his pups. The last thing he wanted was for one of them to roll over and crush his little pups; he’d kill them if they did.

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It was a dark day for the Order when they lost two prominent members, one almost legendary, the other young, spunky and talented. They had been useful and valuable members and now they had been killed by Greyback and they had lost Harry yet again, this time with no way to track him through spells and no idea where he might be, it was a very dark day indeed.

Remus had recovered from his vicious beating, Sirius had suffered no adverse effects from his unconsciousness but a bone deep guilt at not being able to protect Harry or keep him or the babies from being taken yet again and the loss of his cousin Nymphadora was settling heavy on him too, as he had been trying to protect her when he had been knocked unconscious and when he had awoken, she was dead, torn into so many tiny pieces and strips of flesh.

A meeting had been called and all members were present, even Arthur and his three remaining children, Bill, Charlie and Percy, though there wasn’t much to talk about. Their prospects were grim, the outlook even grimmer and their situation was the grimmest.

They spoke at length about Harry’s new attitude, one he had seemingly adopted from Fenrir Greyback, how vulgar and uncouth he had been, how different from the polite, almost shy, but fiercely loyal and fiery tempered boy he had once been. The change in him had been startling and obviously apparent, his behaviour, his mannerisms, his language, even his body language, had changed drastically and he had reflected mostly, whether knowingly or unknowingly, Fenrir Greyback’s own language, mannerisms and views.

Harry had spoken and acted so much like the fearsome alpha werewolf that they had known, deep down, even before he had slipped on the evening of the full moon or outright told them, that he had had prolonged contact with Greyback, likely directly too, but indirectly could have been a possibility if other pack members, who did have direct contact, emulated their alpha as well.

They knew now that that wasn’t the case, Greyback kept a small, intimate pack of fiercely loyal pack members, all male, and Harry would have had daily contact with Greyback even if they hadn’t mated together, unlike if Greyback had had a large pack, where Harry could have slipped past his attentions unnoticed.

Instead it was their worst case scenario come true. Harry had not only run into Greyback, who had kept him as a pack member, which would have been bad enough, but they had mated together before the werewolves breeding season in the mid-winter and had two babies together to cement their bond. It was worse than they had ever feared.

They had known that Harry hadn’t been told by anyone about Greyback, but Greyback had surely known about Harry, why hadn’t he turned him over to Voldemort? Had it been his need to protect all werewolf kin? Or had he honestly wanted a mate so badly that he had made Harry his mate right off just for the sake of having a mate?

It didn’t sound like Greyback, to want a mate and children hanging under foot, but he was pushing his mid-forties at least and he wasn’t getting any younger, perhaps this was his way of passing on his legacy, turning Harry into an almost copy of himself, language, behaviour and all, to pass onto their two sons, who were right now in the middle of a forest somewhere, being risen out doors in all weather conditions and it was September and getting colder as winter approached. Harry had told them that he had barely survived, that he had almost lost his feet several times, what hope did he think two babies were going to have in such conditions?

They needed to find them and they planned long into the night to set in motion a quiet, clever plan of action that would help them at least narrow down the search a little, they needed to find Harry and his sons quickly and get him away from the exposed weather and away from the poisonous influence of Fenrir Greyback.

If they could do that and keep Harry and Greyback apart, so Harry wasn’t exposed to such behaviour continuously, they may have a chance of rehabilitating Harry, and if they could just get him on the Wolfsbane potion he wouldn’t be down in the werewolf registry as a highly dangerous werewolf. The fact that he had killed again after his initial eight had been left out and the Ministry was none the wiser, but they knew that he had killed again and that dampened their hopes of rehabilitating him, they didn’t know if he had enjoyed killing those people or not, he wouldn’t have liked killing his friends or family, definitely not, he wouldn’t have run otherwise, but had he enjoyed killing strangers, people he didn’t know, had no feelings for or no bonds or connections with? They didn’t know, but if he had enjoyed it then their hope was lost, they’d never be able to defeat Voldemort and they’d never win this war, not without Harry, the prophesised one.

The meeting went on through the night and into the morning too as they argued and fought and debated and shouted at one another, Sirius was particularly vocal about getting Harry back for the boy he was supposed to be, not the weapon to be used, backed by Remus, Arthur and the three Weasley boys.

They were alone however as the majority of the Order were terrified of what they had seen of Harry the werewolf, the boy who had spat and sneered and even attacked them viciously and methodically. He had been frightening despite his small stature and half-starved frame, even Kingsley was unsure of Harry now after the death of Moody and Tonks, two Aurors who had been work colleagues and friends to him, Harry had become very dangerous and the longer he was with Greyback, the worse he’d get, they had no other choice but to plan heavily to get him away from Greyback and keep him away, they were already setting up the safe house ready and it was currently undergoing the process of the Fidelius charm with Albus Dumbledore as the secret keeper, when it was ready, Harry would be away from Greyback, away from Grimmauld place and its ghosts and he’d be safe as they rehabilitated him and protected him, he’d be better once they got him into the safe house, he would see sooner or later that Greyback was dragging him down, was poisoning him and that he would be much better off without him in his life and out of his sons lives too. They just had to make him see that, show him what was going on, what was happening, what Greyback was really doing to him, he couldn’t see it, he was too grateful for being saved, Harry had mentioned it half a hundred times that Fenrir had saved his life, that he would have died without Fenrir, it was Stockholm syndrome and they needed to get him help and they would, just as soon as they found him once again, he and the wolves couldn’t have gotten too far, especially not with two babies, they would catch up, it was just a matter of time.

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Another month and another full moon later, Fenrir made a trip to the local civilisation. Harry and the twins were left at home with most of the pack, again Fenrir had taken just two pack members, the same two as that fateful day and Harry had a bad sense of déjà vu as he kissed Fenrir goodbye, only this time he got to hold the three month old boys up for a kiss too.

Already holding the weight of their own heads, Harry was able to sit and watch them for hours as they babbled nonsense and lifted their heads to look around in short bursts, yet he had also noticed the bittersweet look on Jonas’ face as he watched them from across the clearing, the longing and the want in his eyes and though Harry had given his permission for Jonas to spend time with the pups, he either couldn’t or wouldn’t as he thought to his own children, the ones growing up without him, the ones who thought him dead and likely called a new man ‘Dad’ in his place.

Harry felt so badly for Jonas, he just wanted to help, but he didn’t know what would or wouldn’t help and Fenrir was not half as interested as Harry was, he just grunted and told him to leave it alone, that Jonas was a man and would deal with it, but Harry didn’t think he was dealing with it. How do you get over something like that? Though he knew that Fenrir was not good with feelings or emotions, the man had proved that within the first month of their meeting one another, hadn’t Fenrir said something along the lines of feelings and emotions belonging to women and children?

Harry sighed and thanked fuck that Fenrir had taken Jonas with him to go and get more formula powder and nappies for the babies and a bag or two of salt, just as a precaution, Harry had requested a baby development book to help him know when the babies were supposed to be doing what or when it was something more serious, but he had stipulated that they were to only get the book if they could and if it wouldn’t endanger any of them.

Fenrir had rolled his eyes but dutifully ‘swore’ to Harry’s terms, even though Harry knew that as alpha male, if he wanted to break his promise he would, but Harry hoped he didn’t, he didn’t want Fenrir, or any of the pack members really, to put themselves in any danger for him, especially not over a book, if he didn’t get it he’d make do and cope with the situation.

Ulric kicked his little legs in the air and burbled which made Harry smile, slightly in happiness, but mostly in pride of his little son, who tried to snatch at his own toes, missing every time.

He laughed and drew the beta males’ attention; they were playing with the well-worn pack of cards again.

“What’s he doing?” Loren asked with a laugh.

“He’s trying to grab his foot, but I don’t think his depth perception is up to the task.” Harry said with a smile as he held Felan tighter on his lap and grabbed one of Ulric’s flailing feet and gave it a slight tickle with his fingers.

Ulric smiled widely and Harry grinned back, right before Ulric gave up and lowered his arms and legs down and yawned.

“I think it’s time for them to go down for the night.” Harry said as he shifted Felan to the soft blanket cradle and stood up, stretching before going to set up two bottles for their night feed.

He fed them quickly and easily and burped them before settling them in their impromptu cradles and covering them over after checking that neither of them needed a change of nappy.

He went and sat beside Loren and cuddled into his side, missing Fenrir’s closeness and the warmth that came with sitting on his lap all night to keep out the early autumn chill. Loren wrapped an arm around him and tugged him in closer so that Harry could see his hand and keep him warm at the same time.

Harry knew the rules of the game better now after months of watching his pack members playing, so he helped Loren a bit, but all too soon he was yawning widely and he was bone tired and night had started to fall, just a bare hint of light left in the sky now.

He slipped from under Loren’s arm, went and had a piss against the treeline and came back to snuggle up to his sons, groggily making sure they were both still tucked up in their blankets so that they weren’t exposed to the cold, he had taken to putting little hats on their heads at night to keep them warm, one thing he did know was that people lost body heat through their heads and that babies were no exception. So he put them in little hats, put little scratch mitts on their hands just in case they stuck a hand out in the night and no one noticed quickly enough to tuck them back in. He would take no chances with them.

His pack mates came over to him soon after, Grant and Jonas wrapping around him to keep the night chill off, the other pack members laying on one another and curling in tight to one another to stave off the light chill that was only going to get colder.

The days were filled with raising his children, organising the hunting groups with Grant, who was once again acting alpha, but was lower in the hierarchy than Harry, they didn’t catch much, not with three of their hard hunters missing and still needing to leave enough security at their home clearing for the pups, but they caught enough for them to eat three meals a day without depleting their cache to nothing.

Harry didn’t leave the clearing or his pups while Fenrir was away; well aware of what had happened the last time Fenrir had left him to go steal provisions. He wouldn’t be parted from his sons.

Harry did have a very heated and intimate reunion with Fenrir when he came back from his excursion though, laden with bags of stuff he, Jonas and Stacey had stolen from nearby towns and villages.

It took ten minutes for them to separate, despite their pack mates hooting and jeering at them, and only then because Felan whined and kicked his legs, thrashing them to get his blanket off.

“They missed you.” Harry told Fenrir with a grin before pulling him down to kiss his lips. “I missed you.” He whispered hotly into his ear just for Fenrir, who gave him such a wicked grin Harry’s heart went into his throat and his blood went right to his cock.

“Well then, let’s get reacquainted, the pups first, you later on tonight.”

Harry almost whined like Felan, but he bit his lip and let out a soft moan instead, which made Fenrir smirk all over his striking, angular face.

He went and hunched down by Felan and picked him up confidently, much more at ease with his little pups than he had been when they were new born, but Harry had knocked any unease truly out of his head and he was much more confident than he used to be when it came to handling his tiny, fragile pups.

Resting the little boy on his shoulder, clutching him tightly, he went to a black bag and tore it open, he hunched down again and dug out a soft toy and ripped the packaging and tags from it before handing it to Felan, who stared at it before grabbing it and squeezing as tightly as he could and smiling when he liked the feeling of the soft toy in his hand.

“You got them toys?” Harry asked.

“Did you not want them to have any?” Fenrir asked, his eyebrows narrowed in confusion.

Harry shook his head. “No, no, I wanted them to have some, I just wouldn’t have asked as they aren’t strictly necessary.”

Fenrir rolled his eyes and strode to him, pulling his head into his lips to kiss him.

“I told you, anything you want, you just need to ask for it, I got you several of those books you wanted, couldn’t decide which one was better, so I wiped out the baby development section.”

Harry laughed and cupped Fenrir’s stubbled cheeks and kissed him hard.

“Thank you.”

Fenrir got that look on his face he always got when Harry thanked him, he didn’t do it often, which was probably a good thing as he loved the surprised burst behind Fenrir’s blue eyes, the slight puff that came to his chest as he swelled a bit with pride. He had guessed that Fenrir wasn’t thanked often and after eight months with the wolf pack he hadn’t once heard any of the beta males say thank you to Fenrir for anything, oh they were thankful and they showed it, but they never said it, Harry showed it and said it, which he liked to think Fenrir appreciated if his actions were anything to go on, but it also made him a bit uncomfortable, so Harry didn’t over do it, he didn’t say it every day, or even every week, but he did say it for the things that Fenrir did that made him happy, or feel special.

Harry dug in the bags, finding more blankets, even quilts in the bags, there were toys for the boys, not many, but a few each, a whole bag full of nappies and wipes, another of bottled water and formula powder, there were three industrial bags of salt and several books in another.

Harry stopped when he found these and sat down and started reading them. He ignored the other pack members until someone, Jonas he noticed when he looked up startled, snapped a plastic sheet, laying the thick, grey plastic covering over the ground before laying another one over it and then spreading more around in an area Harry noticed was enough to hold the whole pack and was where they usually slept. He had an idea what was going on.

“What are you doing Jo?” Sidney asked with a frown.

“Putting coverings down to keep away the ground frost Sid, it’ll be warmer this way and now we don’t have a cabin to retreat to and we have pups among us, we need to take precautions.”

“You want us to sleep on plastic?” Nick asked with an unattractive scowl.

“What do you think the blankets are for, decoration?” Stacey sneered. “We’re laying the plastic to keep away the ground frost, then we cover the plastic with blankets and then cover ourselves with the duvets. All of us sleeping together it should keep us completely warm and the tight canopy above keeps us completely dry, it doesn’t leak at all. We’ll be dry, no snow will fall and we’ll be warm, our pups will be warm. We’ll all survive this winter, but we need a little hand not from nature, we need blankets and ground coverings.”

Harry intercepted before things could spiral down into an argument and disrupt his pups.

“Thank you Stacey, I appreciate the thought and I appreciate that you three would have had the forethought to do this for the pups, they need all the help we can give them to survive this winter and the following winters, it’ll be difficult, but I won’t lose them. I won’t.”

“Of course you won’t.” Loren said patting the top of his head as he walked past with an armful of blankets from their old clearing that they had stored in a dry area they had made from an entire month of Grant digging out a sort of shelf in a large rock that was nearby.

“We won’t let anything happen to our little pups.” Jonas said gruffly and Harry looked at him and noticed the way he looked at the twin boys, that bittersweet look, but he’d called them ‘our’ not ‘the alphas’ pups. Harry took comfort from that.

“We need to plan for winter.” Fenrir rumbled. “We’ve never had to before, but we’ve never had pups with us before. We need a plan of action to tackle winter this year; did you get much hunting done while I was gone?”

Grant stood straighter. “We did, we ate nine deer, but we caught fourteen deer, mostly stags but a few does too, so we didn’t eat beyond our means and we put more into the cache than we took out, alpha.”

Fenrir nodded. “You did good. We’ll start hunting in earnest tomorrow; we need more food to see us through the winter.”

“We stole some of those grain bars from a town.” Jonas grimaced. “It’s not ideal, but they’ll keep us alive if we need to start segregating meals again, we can survive on them and at this point, all that matters is survival.”

“Put them in the dry storage.” Fenrir ordered. “We don’t need them exposed to the elements and going all funny or whatever, I don’t know how to preserve grain bars.”

“They should be fine in the dry storage.” Harry said looking at the dozen boxes of cereal bars. “They’re just cereal, wheat, oats and dried fruit. We might well prefer meat, but push comes to shove these will keep us alive at any rate.”

“Get the water bottles for the boys in a warded warm area, the last thing we need is for those bottles to freeze.” Jonas ordered Miles. “We need to be able to feed them at all hours and when it’s the middle of the night, the last thing I want to do is sit and defrost a bottle of ice to make a baby a bottle in the snow.”

Miles did as he was asked happily, they liked doing things for the pups and anything that helped in some small way was jumped on at once.

Harry went back to the books and read as quickly as he could to catch up to where his babies were in their development currently, but he wanted to read everything that had already passed just in case he had missed something or there was something his sons should have done and hadn’t.

Fenrir had finished observing everything that needed to be done and had tasked everyone to do something in preparation for nightfall, in the meantime he came and sat in his favourite position, right up flush against Harry’s back and bum, his sharp chin resting on the top of his head, though he soon moved it down to his shoulder and starting kissing and nipping at his neck.

Harry squirmed and wriggled a little, letting out a soft moan.

“I’m trying to read this.” He said with a smile, not really minding.

“You can read tomorrow while everyone’s hunting. I missed you too.”

Harry’s heart swelled and he closed the book, putting it down carefully beside him before leaning back against Fenrir and cocking his head to give him more access, letting him bite and mark his neck as his hands wandered and squeezed all over his body, groping and caressing, touching and holding as Harry pushed himself back with his legs to grind against the front of Fenrir’s tight jeans before he sat on his lap and turned to wrap arms and legs around his mate and they started kissing furiously.

Hands had wandered into clothes to touch skin, tongues had become wet with one another’s saliva and hair had been tugged and mussed and it all came to a sudden end when a gunshot was heard deep in the forest.

They sprung apart shocked, the boys woke, startled by the new and unfamiliar noise and Harry scrambled to sooth them, he didn’t know how close the humans were to them, he didn’t know if they could hear his sons as he ripped off his shirt and held them against the skin of his chest, ignoring the cold as Fenrir assembled the pack and delegated orders shortly and precisely.

He looked at Harry and came to hunch in front of him quickly, they shared a deep, desperate kiss, he kissed their two sons, before kissing him once more.

“I’m going to scout. If it’s just human hunters after deer, we’ll come back, if they’re not, we’ll get rid of them. Stay here.”

Harry nodded, his heart pounding a mile a minute as he swallowed hard.

“If we don’t come back…”

Harry made a soft sound of distress and Fenrir gripped his head between large hands and he kissed him again.

“Listen to me, if we don’t come back and those humans come this way, you go. Bryan, Miles and Sidney are staying here with you and the pups, they’ll know where to take you, I’ll find you there if it’s needed. I will come for you.”

Harry nodded and firmed himself, this had to be done, they had to be safe, they couldn’t live in fear of gun toting humans in the area, whether they were just hunters or something more sinister. He clutched his two boys tighter and kissed Fenrir, pushing all his love and desperation into it. Fenrir left with the pack without saying another word, nothing more needed to be said as the four of them remaining sat together, but Harry couldn’t help but notice that Bryan had his wand in one hand and his dagger in the other. He swallowed again and clutched his pups tighter, straining all his senses to pick up any hint of danger or intruders. He hated this, but they had to be safe, there was no avoiding this, but he begged that Fenrir would come home safe, he felt terrible that it was only Fenrir he wanted to come home, but he wanted his mate, his breeding partner, the Father to his two tiny pups to come back to him safe and sound, preferably with the threat eliminated so that they could go back to normal, he couldn’t move again, they wouldn’t be able to survive another move so close to winter, they wouldn’t survive if they had to leave behind yet another cache of food.

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