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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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A/N: Chapter warning: Multiple character deaths. Excessive, explicit violence.

Last Time

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.
Chapter Eight – The Merge
Harry was in shock when half an hour of nervous, tense fear later, after a hell of a lot of gun fire that had put those few of them left in the clearing on a sharp edge, his bloodied pack members came back to them.
Harry was distraught at the sight; several of them had been shot, arms, a leg or two, but only one person had been shot fatally, Fenrir was carrying Scott’s lifeless body, half of his chest shot away.
Harry felt breathless and Bryan was as pale and bloodless as Harry felt at seeing the state of them, Loren had been holding back tears, his eyes were red rimmed, but there were no tracks on his cheeks, even as he held his bleeding arm with his opposite hand.
“We need to leave.” Fenrir said gruffly, angrily. “We’re in hunting territory, they’ve come for the deer herds, I knew there was a reason I had such a bad feeling about the amount of prey in the area.”
Harry swallowed and clutched his sons tighter.
“We have nowhere else to go; we can’t leave another cache behind so close to winter, we won’t survive.” Grant tried to say.
“I know!” Fenrir exploded. “I know Grant, do you think I haven’t realised that already? We have no other choice! They killed Scott and they’ll come again and they’ll kill us!”
“You didn’t kill them?” Harry asked softly, trying to keep the panic from his tone so Fenrir didn’t think he was accusing him of anything.
Fenrir blew out an angry breath. “We killed as many as we could, more so after they shot Scott in the chest, but three of them got away, they were more numerous than we first thought and they cut us off and surrounded us, thinking we were deer.”
“We have to go.” Harry said, milk white and terrified as he looked down at his sons. “I can’t risk them.”
He was so guilty for his early thoughts, he felt sick and shaky as he held his twins tighter, he couldn’t believe he had been so selfish as to beg for Fenrir to come back over the others and now Scott was dead. He felt absolutely wretched for it and he swallowed back the tears.
“We’ll bury Scott first, he deserves that, he took the bullet for me.” Fenrir admitted, making Harry feel all the worse as he choked on a sob. “Then we have to pack and leave, I don’t know if they’ll come tonight or if they’ll wait for the sun to rise and come tomorrow, but they will come.”
Grant and Jonas dug a grave for Scott on the edge of the clearing while everyone else either packed or saw to their wounds as much as they could.
Harry grabbed the wands and distributed them out to their owners, keeping his own with Sirius’ and Fenrir’s before he made sure he packed up the nappies, wipes, blankets and milk powder for his babies. He crammed as many of the toys into the black bag as he could and left the rest, but Fenrir went behind him and packed everything else into another black bag, even the bottles of water to make up the pups bottles and the cereal bars he had put in their dry storage too. They were leaving nothing behind but Scott’s body.
Harry swallowed as he used one of the thinner blankets to tie around his body and he set his two sleeping sons into it. They were hunting for a new home again, leaving behind yet another cache of food, though not as big as their last, it still would have helped them through the winter. They’d have no time now to hunt down a proper cache before winter hit them; this winter was going to be even harder than the last.
Harry went and helped Loren, who was having trouble with his arm using only his one hand, Harry cleaned the flesh wound for him, made by what he guessed to be a hunting rifle, it was too small and thin to have been made by a shotgun like Scott had been hit with, he made sure there was no debris inside and flushed it out with boiled water before pressing the wad of fabric over the wound and tying it in place with another strip of fabric.
“We need to get some suture kits from somewhere, we can’t leave these wounds open, they’ll become infected.” He said softly into the silent clearing. “Maybe steal some medication to help with healing and the pain too.”
When everything was packed and the grave was dug the night was thick and black and they could only just see with their enhanced eyesight. They stood around the hole, Scott’s body next to it and they all bowed their heads in silent respect and reflection.
“I didn’t know you for very long Scott, but you always helped me, you even taught me how to cheat at cards so that I could have a chance at beating the others.” Harry felt compelled to say as everyone remained silent, emotion blocking their throats and grief tying up their thoughts. “Thank you for saving the alpha, you were so brave, but likely you would have said that you were just doing what was expected of all beta males, we all appreciate it, the pups will too when they grow and learn what a huge sacrifice you made so that they might know the man who is their Father. You may be gone, but we’ll never forget you, I won’t let them. Goodbye Scott, save us a special den in hell so that when we join you one day we’ll all be together again. One big pack all together once more and we can spend eternity together, even if it does drive us completely mad after a few hundred years, we can all be crazy together, just like old times.”
Fenrir’s hand closed tight around his upper arm when he fell silent, tears blurring his vision and as Jonas and Bryan lowered Scott’s body into the grave, Harry swallowed hard, his throat tight and painful as he forced the grief and sorrow back down, at least for now, they had too much to do for any of them to breakdown now.
The pack murmured ‘goodbyes’ as Scott was lowered into the ground and Harry heard many of them sniff hard or swallow audibly in the darkness.
The whole pack helped fill in the hole on top of Scott and Harry swallowed harder as a single rock was hefted on top of the fresh mound, he placed a bunch of wild flowers by the rock and blinked the tears out of his eyes.
He’d lost many people in his life, he had lost several very violently by his own hands, or rather his own paws, but this hit him all the harder, he had been panicking after he had killed in Grimmauld Place, denying he had done it, not knowing he had done it, not knowing what he was, not remembering; he remembered this, he remembered Scott, he had spent hours and hours with Scott every single day, he had curled up next to Scott at night to sleep, for warmth, for comfort, he had laughed and joked with Scott, shared secrets and had hunted next to him, had been taught by him, they had shouted at one another and argued, but he had seen Scott as more than a friend, like an older brother and he had seen the huge hole in his chest, he had seen right through his body to the other side, he knew what had happened and why and that knowledge slammed into him with the force of gravity. He felt sick with the loss of one of his pack mates and he swallowed the bile back down. How would the pack get over this loss?
“You gave him a goodbye speech to be proud of.” Fenrir grumbled roughly next to him. “I got choked up, didn’t know what to say. I’ve known him for years, he begged me to join the pack, he couldn’t hack it on his own and he desperately needed food, clothes, protection and a bit of comfort and warmth. I took him in to my small pack, there was only me, Jonas, Bryan and Nick back then and we gave him all that he needed and more and he’d been loyal to me ever since.”
Harry placed a hand on Fenrir’s wrist, stroking the rough skin gently, trying to ignore when his thumb caught on dried blood that matted Fenrir’s arm hair.
Fenrir threw his head back and howled mournfully into the night sky, the gibbous moon shining high above, the whole pack joined him in his cry of sorrow, his cry of goodbye to one of their pack mates. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and now they had to learn to live with it.
“We need to get moving.” Fenrir called out to them. “We need to be far away from this place before those hunters come back with more men and more guns.”
“One moment alpha.” Jonas rubbed his wet eyes and waved his wand, muttering in Latin under his breath. “To stop those hunters coming here and desecrating his final resting place.”
Fenrir nodded and then the long, endless walking started once again, heading away from where the hunters had been, but nonetheless going back the way that they had come just a little over two months before.
“Don’t worry, I have a plan.” Fenrir told him strongly. “I will find us a permanent home, we will have food, we will have protection and we will survive this winter. I swear it.”
Harry nodded trustingly. He trusted, believed, that Fenrir would find a way out of this situation for them. He had to believe because the very thought that Fenrir would fail would mean the death of them all.
He looked down at the two sleeping babies in the makeshift sling, they were bigger and heavier than the last time he had done this and he could already feel the strain in his shoulders, but he held them tighter, his arms cradling their bodies under the sling. Whatever was to come, he couldn’t let them fail, he couldn’t let his pack separate and die off because it would mean the deaths of his two little pups as well and that was something he would never allow to happen, not while it was within his power to stop it.
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The Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, growled as he dismissed the heads of all the departments from his new office. He honestly couldn’t believe that they couldn’t find a handful of people. He understood now why Fudge had been ruined from this. There was uproar, the backlash from the two dead Aurors in the middle of London, killed by Fenrir Greyback no less, had started a nationwide panic and he was the lucky bastard chosen to pick up the pieces left behind by Fudge’s blundering, blathering idiocy.
Now four months after the event, October had dawned dark and gloomy for the wizarding world and it was a matter of what disaster would strike next. Rufus scowled as he tried yet again to try and get a meeting with the missing, turned werewolf, Harry Potter.
The now seventeen year old had not even used his wand once since going missing, they didn’t even know if he had his wand with him, but now that the trace was gone with his maturity, they had no way of tracking his location, there was always an inconspicuous Auror patrolling Diagon Alley and another in Gringotts’ main lobby, waiting to see if the boy would turn up, it was a fools hope though, the boy wasn’t that idiotic and hadn’t once tried to make a withdrawal from the Potter vault. They were hunting him, every single sighting was investigated in full, but there was nothing, they didn’t even know if he was alive still or if he was in a shallow grave somewhere, or even just a pile of bones on a forest floor somewhere being gnawed on by scavengers and having his bones picked clean by crows.
He had his Aurors looking for Sirius Black and the other escaped Azkaban prisoners; he had his Magical Law Enforcement department hunting for Potter and the Disposal for Magical Creatures department hunting for Greyback. By splitting them into three separate task forces all focused on the one thing he had much better luck of actually getting results, unlike Fudge who had charged all three departments with finding and hunting down all the fugitives and escapees, spreading them too thinly and overworking them, they had revolted and Fudge had been booted out of office as a result.
This way his workers were less stressed and though he still had them working hard, he wasn’t taking their booked holidays from them, he wasn’t forcing them to work late or come in early and he wasn’t piling the work on their shoulders until it buried them into the ground, but he still wasn’t getting the results he desired despite this.
No one had seen Sirius Black and the tip offs were all bogus, not one sighting of the escaped Azkaban Death Eaters had given a real lead, no one had seen Greyback despite him attacking and killing two Aurors in the middle of London and Potter had not been seen in nearly two years, not since he had been turned by an unknown werewolf in unknown circumstances and had gone on a rampage, killing several people, five of them children, and then disappeared without a single trace.
He had upped the rewards for information on all the escaped prisoners from Azkaban, had put a reward on Greyback’s head and one on Potter’s head, with a warning about not approaching any of them of course, the last thing he needed was more deaths, magical or Muggle, by the hands of these people or he’d be going the same way as Fudge.
The public asked for daily assurances that everything was under control, but he despised lying so all he could tell them was that he and the Ministry were doing their all to recapture the Azkaban escapees, to capture Greyback and his vicious, bloodthirsty pack and to bring Harry Potter in for trial and justice.
“Minister?”
Rufus looked up at the sound of his secretary and nodded for her to continue.
“Yes Lisa, what’s wrong?”
“Auror Shacklebolt is here to see you. Shall I show him in or shall I tell him you’re too busy and to come back later?”
“Show him in Lisa, I have a spare few minutes.”
“Of course sir.”
Rufus organised the papers on his desk and put the quill he had been twirling absent mindedly through his fingers beside his ink pots, standing up, he crossed his arms behind his back, looking away from the door. He evened his breathing out and readied himself for whatever would come through the door and for what purpose. Everything was being treated as a threat with these darkening days, Fudge had been happy to ignore the coming darkness, to push the disappearances under the rug as coincidences and to push away all the evidence in favour of keeping the peace and calm of the public, but Rufus was too clever to ignore such things, he knew what it meant and he knew he and the Ministry had to prepare and they had to prepare for the worst.
“Minister, Auror Shacklebolt here to see you.”
“Thank you Lisa, you may leave.”
Rufus waited and listened until the door closed behind his secretary before he turned to look at the tall, imposing figure of one of his top Aurors, Kingsley Shacklebolt.
“I hope that this meeting has a purpose Auror Shacklebolt, I can’t imagine that you and your team have nothing to do.” He said gruffly.
Shacklebolt nodded his head. “We have received intelligence that Potter has been spotted in Wales Minister. You requested that all such information should be referred to you before we dispatched a team to investigate.” He said in his slow, deep voice that could calm a raging tiger.
“How good is this information?” Rufus asked.
Shacklebolt sighed in frustration with a hint of stress. “It’ll likely turn out to be another run around, Minister, but we have to check just in case, I have a bad feeling about this one though, not least how Potter could get over into Wales from central London in the first place, let alone into West Wales, with no one seeing him, at last intelligence no one had taught him how to Apparate, yet we have no definitive proof that has him in Wales, just another ‘helpful’ tipoff.”
Rufus sighed and curbed the urge to run a hand through his mane of hair. He sat down again, his knees feeling weak, and waved a hand at Shacklebolt.
“Send a pair of Aurors to investigate, tell them not to waste time on it if it’s an obvious run around, get them back here to investigate a new lead. We can’t afford to waste time on this, we need to capture these dangerous people and get them away from the public. They’re all killers, they’re all dangerous and they all need to face justice for their crimes, we can’t allow them to remain on the loose any longer Shacklebolt. Capture them and bring them in, alive is preferable, but not a necessity. Inform your team.”
Shacklebolt nodded and left, Rufus let out a bigger sigh and sat at his desk, pulling more paperwork towards him and picking his quill back up and dipped it back into his ink, he had to close in on these people; he had to keep the public safe and the unknowing Muggles safe too, there were far too many dangerous criminals out on the loose at the moment, he needed to deplete their numbers somehow. He couldn’t sleep at night knowing that they were out there still and their victims’ families had no closure or measure of justice or safety. He couldn’t allow it.
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Harry shivered and curled up around his two sons tightly, the four month olds were bundled up tightly and were settled between him and Fenrir on the hard, cold ground, Jonas was up around Harry’s back and Grant was around Fenrir’s back, the rest of the pack huddled around them, all of them shivering in the October night.
They hadn’t eaten in two days and as he lay awake, too cold to sleep, Harry listened to the rumbles and grumbles of several stomachs aching for food. Every morning they ate one of the cereal bars just to keep them alive, but it didn’t fill them up, it didn’t even touch the sides of their starving bellies, it didn’t give them any strength or energy and it didn’t stop them from being hungry, it merely kept them alive. Barely.
He shivered and held back a groan of pain as he was both cold and hungry, but he remembered this well from before he had found the pack, he was used to this and he had survived on less than a cereal bar before, he could do it again as long as his sons were fine and they were, they had plenty of formula powder left and enough nappies until they passed through another town. It was the cold that he was most worried about and he slipped his fingers down into the blankets and thick, soft sleepsuits they were wearing and touched his son’s hands, bellies and feet, checking their temperatures to find that they were all snug and warm still.
He breathed in relief and tried to get some sleep, they would spend all day tomorrow walking again and he needed the energy that would come from sleeping as he would get nothing from food, but he just wriggled and huffed, trying to drift off and not succeeding.
“Why are you awake?” Jonas grumbled from behind his head as Harry’s constant wriggling disturbing him from his sleep.
“I’m cold.” Harry admitted softly.
Jonas grunted and he bumped right up flush against the back of his body, wrapping his arms around his body tighter and throwing a leg over his waist, his burning thigh warming through Harry’s body and making him almost purr in pleasure.
“Better?” Jonas asked, half asleep still.
Harry melted into the warmth of Jonas’ larger, hotter body and nodded.
“Yeah, much better Jonas, thank you.”
Jonas grunted again. “Get to sleep; your restless wriggling is annoying, I have no idea how Fenrir put’s up with you.”
“I don’t know how I put up with either of you, get to fucking sleep.” Fenrir growled from the other side of the two babies.
“Sorry alpha.” Jonas muttered sleepily.
Harry yawned, went silent and hunched down, resting his head on Jonas’ forearm and tried to drift off to sleep. It took a long while, a very long while and he likely only managed it through sheer exhaustion, but it seemed like he had only just closed his eyes when he was shaken awake again and told they had to get a move on.
This was going to be the death of him, even as he sat up and tried to get his brain to wake up. He accepted the boys into his arms and he played with them for a bit, but he was so tired and so hungry that he felt sick, he refused to eat the cereal bar that Fenrir threw at him and slipped it into his pocket instead when everyone else was busy, he just couldn’t bring himself to eat it. He didn’t feel well.
They started their walking, everyone on the alert for danger, threats or the distant hope of prey. It was silent as their excitement and faith was run into the ground with every foot fall, they were hungry, they were cold and they were fed up of the continuous walking and it was his fault, if he hadn’t have run into their territory, if he had realised it was claimed and went the other way, Fenrir would never have met him or mated him and then the Order would never have followed him right to the pack and they’d still be in their perfect home, Harry missed his home, the meadow, the cave, the cabin, Fenrir’s favourite rock outpost…he missed it all, but most of all he missed Scott, they all did, Scott would still be alive if Harry hadn’t joined their pack.
“We’re taking a break here.” Fenrir ordered and lowered himself to the floor, as exhausted as the rest of them.
He pulled Harry down onto his lap and held him, his own body was burning from the continuous movement, Harry was like ice. He checked on his pups held against Harry’s body by the blanket and noticed they were both awake and both looking up at him through different shades of blue eyes, Ulric had taken his darker blue, not quite as dark as his own, but close and Felan had taken a slightly darker blue than the baby blue he had started with, but the bright, crystal clear blue eyes always made him think of spring skies or warm, pellucid streams where the bed could be seen from the banks and every rock and fish could be counted.
Felan’s eyes struck a deep protective cord inside of him, something about those eyes yelled innocence at him and he couldn’t ignore it. He was protective of them both, but it was Ulric he wanted to build up and it was Felan he wanted to shelter.
He kissed them both as gently as he could, but when Harry’s head lolled over his shoulder, his attention snapped to his mate, to find him either sleeping, or unconscious, likely sleeping after last night.
He sighed and asked someone to set up the blanket cradles, that they were taking an hour out of walking to get some more rest. He had felt like a complete fucking bastard shaking Harry awake that morning, just as the sun was rising, especially when it looked like Harry hadn’t slept at all, but they needed to keep moving, but a small midday nap wasn’t going to hurt any of them.
“Stay here with them, I’m going to scout and see if I can’t find something for us to eat.” Fenrir grumbled.
Jonas and Loren fell in beside him without needing to be asked, as two of the best hunters the pack had, Fenrir expected them to come with him.
What he didn’t expect was to be hunted down himself just half an hour later, in the very empty and quiet wood they were in. He turned to look at Nick, whose eyes were wide and fearful as he gasped in lungfuls of air only to tell him that Harry needed him.
He didn’t think he’d run so fast in his life and his lungs burnt and his legs ached when he reached the clearing he had left his pack in to find Grant trying to stimulate Harry’s body, a body which had gone deathly pale and blue tinged.
Ripping off his shirt despite how cold it was, Fenrir stripped Harry’s upper body and pulled them chest to chest, ordering someone to find one of the blankets they were carrying with them, yanking it around Harry and his own shoulders when it was offered to him.
“What happened?!” He demanded.
“We don’t know, we covered him over alpha and let him sleep, but only fifteen minutes after you left he started fitting.”
“Fitting?” He demanded, his heart clenching tightly. He swallowed and breathed harshly. “Stacey, Jonas, go and find a sign, a village, something, we need to know where we are. The rest of you set up, we’re staying here tonight.”
“Shall I continue hunting alpha?” Loren asked, looking haggard and unshaven, he could see the bone deep exhaustion in him, but still his pack mate offered to hunt for them and that meant a lot to him.
“No, get some rest Loren, there’s nothing here. This little wood is empty but for us.”
Trying to get Harry’s icy body to stay warm and stimulated took a lot of energy, but Fenrir kept at it until the blue tint faded and a bit of pink came to the milky white skin that looked so unnatural it made him think of corpses.
Ulric started making a soft noise for food; a noise he knew would quickly escalate and turn ear-piercingly loud if his son wasn’t attended immediately.
“I have him alpha.” Grant assured him quickly as he picked up the little boy and hefted him over a shoulder as Sidney grabbed a bottle of water and Nick got two bottles and the milk powder from another black rubbish bag.
He watched as his pack mates expertly made up the bottles and fed Ulric and then a whining Felan, they’d come a long way from looking at the pink, squalling twins with awe, fear and a little disgust too.
“Heat one of those bottles of water up, wrap it in a blanket and pass it here.” Fenrir ordered and his pack members rushed to do as he said, despite the confusion in their eyes at being ordered to do such a thing.
Fenrir put the hot water bottle against his own chest, making sure it wasn’t actually going to burn or scald Harry, before he pressed the bottle against Harry’s chest and moved those tiny, limp hands to cup the blanket wrapped bottle of hot water, Harry would lose no fingers or toes under his care.
Fenrir kept it up for most of the day, reheating the bottle when it went cool, supervising his pack members as they fed and changed his sons, allowing them to play with the twins as Sidney dug out a few toys for them to play with. If they could find a permanent place to stay, his sons would have more things to play with, to stimulate them and their growing minds, he could make a permanent home for them, he resolved himself, he’d have to find them soon, they couldn’t carry on like this, not with winter coming, he breathed heavily and clenched his hands around Harry, he would do this, for his mate, his pups and his pack, he would do this.
Jonas and Stacey came back before Harry woke and Fenrir wouldn’t admit aloud that he was worried for his tiny, delicate mate who always showed such determination and fire, he didn’t know what had happened or if he needed to get Harry to a Healer, he just didn’t know.
“We’re near Tamworth, alpha.” Jonas reported, looking to Harry worriedly.
Fenrir nodded with a sigh of relief. “We’re almost there, a few more days if we push ourselves.”
“Alpha, why are we going this way? We’ve always avoided the Midlands before.” Nick asked quietly.
“There was a reason for that.” Fenrir said gruffly. “The same reason we are now going there.” He continued cryptically.
They all fell silent, all nursing their aching bellies and aching muscles, rubbing tired eyes as they watched their alpha trying to get their alpha bitch to regain consciousness.
Jonas had bolstered his courage and presented Fenrir with a handful of coins and a note of paper, saying a Muggle woman had thought he and Stacey were beggar brothers and had given them some Muggle money, Fenrir put it safe, but it was the other present that Jonas had that made him truly smile.
He and Stacey had stolen meat from a supermarket and had raided a butchers before coming back to them and they came bearing fresh meat and a few organs too. Fenrir, to show his gratitude, allowed them to eat first.
They filled up on all the meat they could, leaving enough to give a proper meal to Harry when he woke, it didn’t take too much longer, the sun was just going down when Harry’s beautiful eyes opened once again and he blinked several times before he groaned.
“The fuck happened?” He asked groggily as he tried to hold his own body up and away from Fenrir’s chest, struggling to sit himself upright.
“We don’t know, you started fitting and you passed out and you’ve been out all day, how do you feel?” Fenrir asked, trying to curb his concern and his need to just pepper Harry’s face with licks and kisses.
“Like someone tried to murder my brain with a rock.” He answered holding a hand to his pounding head.
“Why were you fitting?”
Harry’s face screwed up with thought and realisation came to him suddenly and he sighed.
“It happens sometimes, it’s not dangerous. Not really.”
“It’s never happened when you were with us before!” Fenrir said firmly.
“It hasn’t happened since I became a werewolf; I thought that maybe the genes blocked it or something.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Sidney asked and Harry didn’t need to hit him because Loren did it for him.
“Nothing’s wrong with him stupid!”
“Nothing serious anyway. It’s Voldemort.”
Harry was amused that several of them flinched, but was happy that Fenrir didn’t so much as tense under him.
“What does that psycho have to do with you fitting and falling unconscious for half a day, he must be a hundred and fifty miles, two hundred miles from us.”
Harry sighed. “We’re connected through my scar; we always have been since his killing curse failed, but it only got stronger after his rebirth. He sends me visions of what he’s doing, torture mainly, but I get flashes of his emotions and he sometimes knows I’m there and attacks me, which causes the fitting. I think it was the Cruciatus curse.” He said rubbing his arm absently.
“He hurts you this way?” Fenrir demanded.
Harry nodded. “Yes, he always has, he hurts when he touches me too.”
“He’s touched you before?”
Harry nodded. “His rebirth when I was fourteen.”
“How do we stop it from happening?”
Harry shrugged. “Kill him?” He suggested. “As long as one of us lives, we’re connected together. It won’t stop.”
“How long have you been suffering with this?”
“Since his rebirth and he touched me for the first and only time. Before then my scar used to prickle or get hot, sometimes it would burn, but it was never such agony and I never fitted, that came only after his rebirth, but it stopped when I was bitten, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come back, that the genes had changed the connection and he couldn’t get to me, but today proved that wrong.”
“Here eat this.” Fenrir demanded, changing the subject and handing him fresh meat.
“Where did you get this?”
“I sent Jonas and Stacey to the town to find out where we were, they raided the supermarket and the butchers to get us fresh meat, we’ve already eaten, so you eat as much of this as you can.”
Harry tore into the meat with fury and gusto and it was just what he needed as the blood, cold and unpleasant, flowed over his tongue, the meat was cold, dead, harder to chew and tougher than what he had grown used to, but it was still meat and he ate it with relish.
“That feels so much better.” He said when he finished, letting his packmates eat what he had left, watching them with a smile as they wrestled and fought for the scraps of remaining meat. It was the most energetic and happy they had been in a long while and it made him smile.
“Will this happen again?” Fenrir asked him softly when the rest of the pack was distracted.
Harry shrugged. “It might, but there’s usually a while between these visions, he’s looking for us, has all of his Death Eaters searching for us, he knows we’re together and that we have pups. He’s going to kill me, kill one of our pups and use the other one to control you to do his bidding. I found out that much before he realised I was there.”
Fenrir’s arms tightened around him and he snarled lowly. “He won’t get any of us, not you, not me, not our pups and not the pack, I’m going to make sure of that, just a few more days and we’ll be safe.”
“Where are we going?” Harry asked cautiously.
“The place we’re going is called Snake Pass, it’s between Manchester and Sheffield.”
“What’s at Snake Pass?”
“My old pack.” Fenrir told him quietly.
“The one that kicked you out when you were my age?” Harry asked startled.
Fenrir nodded. “My old alpha, Bruno, has to be at least sixty-seven if he hasn’t already been replaced. But my last scouting trip, admittedly a while ago now, told me he’s still alive and still the alpha of the pack I used to belong to, they’re afraid of him, though no doubts several of them can fight and kill him, but even if he’s not the alpha it won’t change my plans. I will fight the alpha of that pack and I will win us a new home, I’ll take over their territory for us and merge our packs together for protection and they will have a cache of food set aside for winter that we can take full advantage of, we’re going to be fine, just a few more days.”
“Please be careful Fenrir.” Harry said weakly, knowing better than to try and change Fenrir’s mind, he was the alpha male, Harry was just his breeding bitch.
Fenrir nodded curtly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll make short work of them, they aren’t expecting an attack and the cold and the hunger has made us desperate, desperation will do wonders for determination. I will do this for us and I’ll succeed too.”
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Finding Potter was almost as impossible as walking into a hungry dragon’s mouth and then walking back out again. Rodolphus Lestrange looked to his younger brother Rabastan and his jaw tightened.
They had had no luck finding the elusive boy and the Dark Lord had seen fit to punish them both by torturing Rabastan. His brother’s whittled, emaciated body shook and trembled like a withered leaf in a gust of wind and not even potions were helping to ease them, Azkaban had left its mark upon them both, they were not the young men they had used to be, Rodolphus almost hadn’t recognised himself the first several times he had looked into the mirror after his escape.
“We…we have to…find the boy…Dolphus.” Rabastan choked out between wracking shudders and spasms he couldn’t control.
Rodolphus nodded and, well aware that Rabastan was his heir as he had no son, eased his brother’s frame into a more upright position to reduce the restriction on his breathing.
“We will find him Basti, I swear it to you. That little mongrel will suffer before his death and those beasts he passes off as children will follow him. Greyback will pay for his desertion, we’ve done it before, we can do it again.”
Rabastan nodded, made more jerky than the fluid motion it should have been by his flayed nerve endings. He was glad he had his brother here with him; he didn’t want to go through these after effects alone.
“Per…perhaps we should…enlist Bella, to help us.” He rasped out, his throat screamed raw.
“She’s been charged with helping Draco with his task, the boy has proven to be…lacking.”
“He doesn’t…doesn’t understand the cause, what we fight for.”
Rodolphus shook his head. “It’s more than that, he doesn’t believe in it. Naturally I blame the parents, Lucius should have at least made sure his son was educated on such things, but he was more content to prance around the Ministry, throwing his weight and his gold around, while we loyal suffered and bled and screamed for our Lord, he was in his luxury manor, with his beautiful Wife and his sweet son, ignoring us rotting in prison and our crusade, everything we had fought for!”
Rodolphus cut himself off and breathed harshly and petting his brother’s thin, brittle hair like he would a dog.
“Soon Rabastan, soon we’ll get back to how we once were, we’ll be alleviated above all the others, once we find Potter and his beasts and bring them to heel, gift them to the Dark Lord. He will have to take note of us then, he’ll see how truly loyal we are…to him and to the cause. He doesn’t need false followers like Lucius and he only needs Snape as a spy. We are his true followers and he’ll see that, we just have to make him take note of us, what better way that to bring him what he most desires?”
Rabastan smiled tightly as his body seized up in pain. He gasped and immediately Rodolphus was soothing him, large hands tracing his body and kneading tight, cramping muscles, what little he had left of them after Azkaban.
“It will pass Basti, let it run its course, every curse makes us stronger, the Dark Lord is doing this to better us, he is truly wise and he wishes for us to be stronger, our weakened bodies frustrate him, he wants us to succeed, he is helping us this way, we should be honoured.”
Rabastan nodded. “I am, those filthy Muggle-lovers will pay for what they did to us, making us this way in that vile prison, causing us to frustrate our Lord against our will. We need to punish them Dolphus.”
“We shall, in time. Give it time, we will make ourselves stronger, with the Dark Lord’s help, we will find him the Potter boy and his whelps, we will cage Greyback for him, we will do all that he asks of us and we will become his most loyal, his most trusted. Malfoy will fall with his sheltered, sweet son and Snape will put a foot wrong or his silk covered tongue will say the wrong thing to the wrong master and he will be struck down, leaving the way clear for us Basti, we will succeed in this, we are after all, truly loyal.”
“To our Lord and to the cause.” Rabastan nodded, finally gaining some colour back in his cheeks, his quivering lessening and the sudden, uncontrollable quivering was all but gone.
“Can you sit up Basti?” Rodolphus asked.
Rabastan nodded and eased himself upright. “We need to get stronger Dolphus, we need to…we need to be useful to our Lord.”
“We will, I promise. Now, let us get something to eat so that we might gain some strength, we will start probing where the beast are afterwards, every other idiot is tromping through the forests and woodlands without using their brains, they have no plan, no method of any sort…we will approach this differently and we will find them.”
Rabastan nodded trustingly as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet as his brother snapped at a house elf to bring them something to eat. They were eating several times a day, only small portions of light foods at first, soups, porridge, fruits, but they had started adding high carbohydrate foods, nothing with empty calories, they had even managed to eat a small pasta meal yesterday, they were gaining strength every day, they would regain their former strength and they would do what they had been tasked with, they’d find Greyback and his pack, they would hand the Dark Lord Potter and the two beasts he’d whelped and they’d do so gladly, happy to serve, happy to please.
It would only be a matter of time before they’d be back to their former glory and as Rabastan lowered himself into a chair, his body still weak and pained from his Lord’s frustrations, he was glad that he had helped alleviate his Lord’s frustrations, he lived to do his Lord’s bidding in any way he could be of service, even if it caused him pain or death, he’d do so gladly for the cause.
He had faith in his older brother Rodolphus, if Rodolphus said this was the better way to go, he would follow him in whatever he chose to do. He was his brother’s heir, it was his place to follow and serve his brother as the Head of their house as they both followed their Lord. He would do anything and everything asked of him, by his brother and by his Lord, to do anything else would diminish him and his purpose in life.
He ate the light meal of poached fish, steamed green beans and boiled potatoes carefully, not pushing himself too hard, taking his cue from Rodolphus, who was eating slowly and precisely. He nibbled small mouthfuls and managed as much as he could, not pushing himself too hard, he knew this would take a lot of time, he had been imprisoned for nearly sixteen years, but he was fed up of waiting, he just wanted to be able to walk up a set of stairs without sweating and gasping from the exertion of it. He wanted to be able to sleep without the aid of potions, to be able to do his Lord’s bidding, his brother’s bidding without the threat of disappointing them due to his physical weakness, his inability to do much in his current state. He couldn’t wait until he got stronger, until they both did and then they’d find Potter, Greyback and their little cubs and they’d be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams with the attention of their Lord, it was only a matter of time.
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Harry was nervous as he huddled down in a bush with his two sons, both blessedly sleeping. He was alone and fending for himself, the rest of the pack were scouting out Snake Pass, hunting and stalking Fenrir’s old pack from downwind.
Harry shivered as the wind brought the scent of the alpha werewolf, his scent posts were all around him; they were deep in his territory, Harry couldn’t believe how large his territory was, but Fenrir had told him that his old pack had been considerably larger than their little, intimate pack and was even more so now, they had at least twenty-three wolves in their pack, which caused Harry distress.
Fenrir, his mate, his lover, the Father of his two baby sons, was going to walk into their territory, into the heart of their rendezvous clearing and challenge his old alpha to the death for his pack, if Fenrir failed and was killed, the entire pack would be slaughtered, which is why Harry was currently alone with his sons, hiding in a bush like some scared child, but he wouldn’t leave his sons alone and Fenrir had ordered him to stay safe at all costs, yet he was still acting as bait, they needed to execute this perfectly to have any chance of succeeding.
He was close to the main clearing; Fenrir was doubling around the other side so that he was downwind, leaving Harry upwind to distract the wolves with the scent of a submissive and two pups in their territory, they were counting on them being curious, on being accepting of a weak little submissive who had two near newborn pups so that they wouldn’t attack him, at least not immediately. He was slipping around and he was not only letting his scent drift on the wind, but he was scent marking every tree and bush every five feet apart, spritzing them with drops of urine he was now forcing from his body, just to rile up the pack they were going to take over.
His heart was in his throat when he was captured by a man easily the size of Fenrir, but he was older, or at least he looked older. The man took care with him and excessive care of his sons, which he didn’t remove from the sling that Harry had them in.
He was spoken to softly and steered to the main clearing, which was huge, grassy on the edges, worn bare in the middle with a large, deep cave in what looked like a huge rock cropping overshadowing the clearing, it was at least fifteen feet from the top down to the floor.
There were a mass of wolves around, but many were still missing and hunting down other wolves in the territory, but when one wolf, a very old and weary looking man, cupped his hands around his mouth and howled to call them back, Harry knew then that he was the alpha, that they thought he was the only one in the territory, they had taken the bait and his thin, starved and dirty body would tie in to the image they would have in their heads of an abandoned or escaped submissive with two pups.
“Hello little one, you are young.” The old man told him, he looked tired and exhausted, Harry was bolstered by this, if this was the alpha of this pack like he suspected, Fenrir could kill him with one fist, but as Harry looked into those strangely pale, almost colourless eyes, only a hint of grey to them, like chips of dirty ice, he saw the streak of cruelty, the mercilessness and the sadistic malice that had allowed this man to exile a sixteen year old Fenrir for siring pups that had died anyway just to keep him from challenging him later in life, hiding his true reason for out casting him, telling these wolves it was because Fenrir had sired pups when it was truly because he saw Fenrir as a threat to his position as alpha.
Harry squirmed and made himself seem uncomfortable, not exactly acting as wolves on all sides tried to crane their heads to look at his sleeping sons in his sling, more wolves coming into the clearing from all over.
“How old are you little submissive?” The man asked, licking his lips. Harry almost retched at the desire he saw reflected in those pale grey eyes, he had thought Malfoy had pale eyes, but he had nothing on this old man.
“Seventeen.” Harry answered softly.
“Your pups? There are two?”
Harry nodded. “They’re four months old, almost five.”
“Most pups don’t survive their first winter.” The alpha said matter of factly, but the look in his eyes told Harry that this man’s certainty was more than just experience, it was fact. It made him wonder if Fenrir’s three pups had actually died naturally or if they were given assistance into death’s embrace.
“Are they both boys?”
Harry nodded silently again and he saw the flash of malice in those eyes again, the alpha didn’t want boy pups in his pack. Harry deduced that it was so they didn’t grow up bigger and stronger and take over, like he had worried Fenrir would do.
“We will take you in; we can’t have an abandoned submissive walking around in winter with two little pups, can we?”
Harry swallowed. He didn’t like the look in those eyes, he didn’t like them anyway, he didn’t trust the pale eyes, but the look in them, desire and cruelty, he didn’t like it at all.
“You’ll be going into Oestrus again soon, won’t you? I suppose some strong dominant male took you in your first ever heat period and left you with those two, such a shame, he should have kept you, such a beauty.”
The hand of the man holding him tightened and then loosened, Harry forced himself not to look at him, but he had a feeling that the man holding him hadn’t liked what he had just heard.
The woman beside the alpha male looked sharply at the man, like she had been offended by his words, Harry wondered if she was the current alpha bitch, which would mean that the man beside her was her breeding partner, but she had no pups that he could see and the alpha male seemed not to take any notice of her.
“You…” She started to say but she was cut off sharply and strongly.
“Shut up Bernice, you knew you were only a seasonal partner, all of you are only ever seasonal partners and I’ve had my fill of you several times over, I’ve had every submissive in this pack several times over, you are no different, you just happen to have given me more pups than any of the others, I had hoped you would catch in the breeding season, but you didn’t. Some new blood is just what this pack needs.” The alpha said looking directly at Harry, who hunched down and curved over his sons. He wouldn’t let anyone other than Fenrir between his legs; he’d kill this cruel old man himself first.
The man holding Harry let out an almost silent growl under his breath at what the alpha said and one hand went to Harry’s lower back, rubbing and soothing him and Harry actually managed to take some comfort from it, this beta male did not like the current alpha and he didn’t like what he was hearing. That could actually work in their favour when the time came, so Harry moved closer to him, pressed into his comforting hand and rubbed his nose over his shirt in a show of submission. The alpha’s eyes flashed dangerously and he smiled a very cruel, evil smile and held a hand out to Harry.
“Come, sit by me and I will see that you and your pups are fed and we’ll get you some clean clothes.” The alpha encouraged.
Harry had giggled as Fenrir and Jonas had ‘roughed him up’ by wrestling with him in the dirt and ripping holes into his clothes. He didn’t find it funny now and he’d rather have none of his skin showing as he self-consciously pulled the neckline of his jumper, which had been stretched and torn, to cover his bare, pale shoulder.
Harry didn’t move from where he was and the anger that burned in those pale eyes made him feel sick. This man was definitely not Fenrir, he wasn’t a good alpha, he was cruel and domineering to a level higher than Fenrir ever went, even at his most angriest.
“Bring him to me Warren.” The alpha ordered and the man holding him immediately started dragging him forward, slowly, reluctantly, but he still listened to his alpha, not a good sign.
“You touch him and I’ll gut you with your own hand.”
Harry sighed in absolute relief as Fenrir stepped out of the foliage and approached, the pack behind him, the plan had worked and as Jonas and Bryan separated Harry from the man Warren, who let him go easily, Fenrir faced off against his old alpha, towering over the old man with a half sneer, half smirk.
“Fenrir?” The man, Warren, asked in complete surprise.
Fenrir’s smirk grew into a grin, not a good one. “It’s nice to see you still recognise me, that I haven’t changed too much.” He replied sarcastically.
Warren snorted. “You were about five foot nine, skinny as a rake and about three decades younger the last I saw you.”
“Silence! Why are you here?” The alpha demanded.
“Lovely to see you again Bruno.” Fenrir said scathingly, his eyes glaring into those cold chips of dirty ice. “I’ve brought my pack to meet you, to meet the man who outcast me to die at sixteen.”
“You knew what you did!”
“I grew too strong for you to control!” Fenrir delighted in saying, his teeth bared in fury.
“You fucked one of my females and gave her your unworthy seed!” Bruno snapped back, his face colouring up. “The mutant pups you gave her didn’t even last until winter and then you actually beat her to death for it!”
“You showed no interest in any of them that season; it was within my rights to take one of them to have my own pups.”
“I told you all not to!” Bruno snarled.
“I was still within my rights and you punished me because you couldn’t control me, not because I had pups, but because you were terrified I was going to take the pack from you!”
“What madness is this? What utter bullshit are you feeding yourself on these days? As if you could defeat me!”
Fenrir laughed darkly and opened his arms, like he was welcoming the other man for a hug, but he was inviting their scrutiny, inviting them to look at the perfect, powerhouse of a body he had to the hunched, thick set old man opposite him.
“You can see me now, you can see what I have grown to be, do you still think you can defeat me? I am no longer the scrawny sixteen year old you tried to starve to death because you were afraid of all male pups.”
“That’s why you’re here; you want to take over what doesn’t belong to you!” Harry smiled at the flash of fear in those pale eyes, it was quickly covered by anger, but he’d seen it.
“My pack has regrettably lost its home, and so close to winter too, we find ourselves in need of a permanent home and a cache of food too, especially with the pups.” Fenrir turned to look at Harry with Ulric and Felan and Harry smiled, holding his sons closer and rubbing his face on them as all thirty-two wolves in the clearing watched him.
“So we have decided it’s time to do something about it, we’ve come to dispatch you and your unfounded fears from years ago have come to an eventual reality, you kicked me out of this pack for something I never would have done if you had let me stay, but I struggled for years to survive, I fell into a dark hole that I only just managed to crawl out of and I did so stronger than before, but I never once forgot you and what you did, so consider this my revenge for everything that happened to me after you exiled me. Your paranoia has come to be your downfall Bruno, you set this in motion yourself for out casting me for something I didn’t do, because you were afraid of me taking over, and now, thirty years later, I’ve come back to do just that.”
Bruno bared his teeth at Fenrir before nodding to Harry. “Your bitch and pups I take it? I’ll enjoy fucking him to ruin your claim, begetting him with my own pups and I’ll bash your pups’ heads in on the rocks to get rid of every single trace of you and your genes.”
Fenrir flew at him with a snarl and Jonas steered him quickly over to Loren, it was always Loren they handed him too he’d noticed, perhaps because he was the second youngest after himself and they wanted to protect the both of them, but Bryan took up a post in front of them.
Harry swallowed as the two men threw punches at one another, trying to trip the other up to gain an advantage, kicking out, trying to break bone, dislocate joints, blood flying everywhere as punches landed hard, splitting skin.
One of the other wolves tried to distract Fenrir when it looked like the alpha was losing, but Jonas leapt on him and started beating the shit out of him with his bare fists. Then it became an almost outright war as Grant and Stacey intercepted two more wolves and started fighting, but there were more wolves on the other side, more fighters and Bryan huffed, shoving Harry and Loren further away before attacking the male wolf that was trying to attack them.
Loren shifted Harry behind him and took out his dagger, all of the others were using their fists, in proper werewolf fashion, but he was taking no chances with Harry or the pups and if he was called a coward for drawing a blade, he didn’t care as long as Harry and the boys were safe.
It wasn’t needed, the snapping of bone was heard and Bryan came back to them, the wolf he had killed lying dead on the floor. Bryan was one of their best fighters for a reason.
Grant killed the wolf he was fighting when Nick kicked out his legs from behind him and allowed Grant to snap his neck, Jonas was holding his own and Fenrir appeared to be getting out all of his frustrations and by the looks of it he was having fun beating his old, abusing alpha to pulp.
Harry took note that not all the wolves were rushing to the aid of their alpha thought, Warren stood back with a man that looked so similar they had to be brothers, there was a small woman curled up on the floor, watching the fight between Bruno and Fenrir avidly with eager eyes, she smiled every time Fenrir landed a hard punch to Bruno with a sickening crack.
There were no pups, the youngest person in the clearing was older than him by at least seven years and resembled Bruno so much he could only be his son, could only be one of the pups Bruno had said he had sired on the current alpha bitch, Bernice. The only one to give him pups, not through a lack of trying apparently. Harry wondered why that was as there were quite a few women in the clearing. Beaten, battered looking women who flinched and curled up as the fights around them continued, all except the one woman who didn’t take her eyes from the alpha fight.
Five wolves from their pack lay dead before one got a hold on Sidney and snapped his neck before anyone could do anything, Harry cried out in anguish and the pack stopped to look at him for half a second, to see him kneeling beside a dead Sid as Bryan took out his blade and repeatedly stabbed the wolf who had killed him.
Fenrir howled in fury and raised his knee so fast and hard into Bruno’s gut Harry expected it to come out of his back. The pack followed his lead and the fights got more intense, more vicious as they avenged their dead pack mate, Loren and Bryan kept Harry well away from the other pack after Sidney died and Harry felt sick when Stacey took a powerful blow to the head, distracted by the young woman who launched herself at him, attacking his back, he tried to shake off the disorientation from the blow, only to have a knife shoved through his throat.
Harry was distressed when he heard Stacey struggling to breath around the knife, the blood bubbling from his mouth and around the steel blade, he was still alive, dying in agony because the bastard who had killed him refused to put him out of his misery, standing over him with the young woman who had helped him tucked into his side, looking at Stacey dying slowly with relish.
Rage like he had never felt before swallowed him and Harry had passed Ulric and Felan to Loren before anyone could register what he was doing. He threw himself at the couple standing over Stacey, aiming for the woman, knowing he couldn’t take the male.
He rode her to the ground and bashed her head against the ground so hard and with all of his might, using her hair to get a good enough grip, hearing her screaming but ignoring it, listening instead to the dull thud her head made, the vicious crack, every time he slammed her skull into the hard packed ground.
He heard more screaming, more women crying, before he was torn off the woman who was already dead and found himself looking into pale, grey eyes.
He couldn’t breathe for a moment as he darted his gaze around to look for Fenrir, to find him picking himself up and charging at them. He was shaken hard by Bruno to get his attention.
“That was my daughter you little cunt.” Was all he got to say before Fenrir slammed into him and took him off, starting their fight again and leaving Harry to regain his senses.
Bryan had slit Stacey’s throat fully for him, from ear to ear and Stacey had died with a friendly face above him, his agony ended, it was all they could give him besides the dead body of the bastard who had killed him, who Jonas and Bryan had killed together and the body of the woman who had distracted him enough to be his downfall, killed by Harry.
Harry was attacked by another woman, he didn’t know why she chose to attack him, maybe she was angry and frustrated and saw him as the weakest link, but he grabbed her by her hair and dragged her around his body and started kicking her, she bore a resemblance to the woman he had killed. Likely a sister, no wonder she had attacked him, but he was still going to hurt her.
The woman Bernice was screaming, he was killing her daughters, the pack was attacking her sons, but Harry didn’t care as he took out his own knife and thrust it into her heart, forcing it through bone, putting all of his weight and strength behind it and she made a grunting gasp and fell from his knife.
Harry made his way back to Loren, who was clutching the pups so tightly they were wriggling in discomfort. Harry took them back; letting Loren slip in front of him to protect him, in a position he was more at ease with, Bryan came back, now wielding two daggers, his own and the one from Stacey’s neck.
With eleven of their pack dead and two of their own, the bodies on the ground made it difficult for any more fights to take place, not that there were many, but Fenrir and Bruno were still fighting, they were both bleeding and both were tiring, Bruno from age, Fenrir from lack of sleep and food.
No one was rushing to help their alpha now, none of them, not even Bernice and her youngest son, who she was holding on to tightly with both hands, but he looked pleased for some reason.
Harry turned to see why when he saw Fenrir land a serious punch to Bruno’s throat, sending the man flying and when he tripped over a body, it was all over, Fenrir fell on him and seized his head and twisted it sharply, Bruno’s neck snapped under the pressure and Fenrir took in a deep breath, standing up and coming to hold Harry in his arms, kissing him deeply and possessively through a bloodied mouth.
Harry just held him, feeling the shaking muscles; the fatigue that was rolling off Fenrir in waves as his knees almost went from under him as his lack of energy made itself known. Harry held him tighter and kissed his strong, sweaty neck, exposed by his ripped shirt.
No one really moved or did anything, until Jonas took over and started snapping branches off of dry trees and building a pyre, everyone watched him except Fenrir, who had his back to him, holding Harry and shaking as he tried to stay on his feet.
Jonas took out his wand and ignited the branches and waited until the whole thing was afire before he grabbed the body of the old alpha and threw it onto the fire, he did the same for every wolf he saw, except for Stacey and Sidney, who would both have respectful burials.
Harry was surprised that the one wolf, Warren, helped Jonas, but Harry suspected that he was the second wolf in command after Bruno, like Jonas was, so maybe it was their job after a fight like this to clean up the dead, he didn’t know.
The smell of burning hair and flesh was acrid and repugnant, but a wave of Grant’s wand had the smell disappearing. After that was done he walked a little way into the forest and started digging, Harry could barely see him through the sparse trees that started to grow thicker and closer together where he had chosen to dig the graves for Stacey and Sidney. Harry was in shock, he couldn’t absorb everything that had happened and he couldn’t register that Sid and Stace were dead and gone, just like Scott.
“What happens now?” A battered woman asked cautiously, it looked like she had been beaten every day of her life, but still she was the one to break the silence surrounding the large clearing with eleven bodies of her old pack mates, including her old alpha, burning on a fire in front of her.
Fenrir stood up straight and turned to look at her, he looked deranged with half of his face smeared with blood and she recoiled sharply.
“Now, if anyone wishes to challenge me, they can. If no one wishes to, you have a choice, stay here with me as alpha or you fuck off…quickly. If I find you in this territory tomorrow you’ll join your dead pack mates.”
No one moved, no one made a sound, until Warren stepped forward and he was smiling, he embraced Fenrir like he was his favourite nephew before clapping him on the back.
“I never thought to see you again pup. Tackett! Go and get two stags from the cache, we need to feed our alpha and our new pack mates.”
One of the younger beta males rushed off and Fenrir’s entire posture relaxed and he wrapped his arms around Warren and hugged him back.
“You were always like a Father to me.” Harry heard him whisper, before they broke apart and Fenrir started barking orders at people he didn’t even know like he was born to do it.
Harry sat down and cradled his pups gently, Miles and Nick went to go and collect their stuff and everyone settled, but when the other wolves tried to come near Harry and the pups, Fenrir growled deeply, warning them away and they scuttled around to the other side of the fire, the bodies all ash by now and Fenrir sat down for the first time since he had won his fight, behind Harry and wrapped his arms around him tight, holding him.
“I told you we’d win.” He rumbled quietly.
“I was so scared.” Harry admitted.
“It’s fine, we’ll work on fully merging now, our pack with theirs.”
“Warren seems nice enough.”
Fenrir looked up at the man, who was ordering the members of his own pack around to follow Fenrir’s orders. He chuckled.
“Warren was the one who…well he sort of adopted me as his own when I was accepted into the pack after I was bitten. He was the one who looked after me and made sure I was alright, he taught me how to hunt, how to fight, how to look after myself. Him and his brother Worrick.”
“Why didn’t they go with you when you were exiled?” He asked curiously.
“I wouldn’t have wanted them too. It’s no life, being exiled from a pack. Most out casts die within the first year alone.”
“You’re too strong for that.”
Fenrir snorted and held him tighter. “You were incredibly strong, surviving how you did.”
“Barely.” Harry scoffed.
“You still survived.”
“It wasn’t because we were worried about being out casts.”
Harry looked at Warren’s brother, Worrick, as he eased himself down to sit near them.
“We had to protect the rest of the pack, Bruno was a bastard, we couldn’t leave the females and we had young pups here too, his children, he was no easier on them than any of us, they were screwed over from the start, the only one who was spared was Burne and that was because he was the youngest and his brother and sisters were protective of him.”
“Is that Burne?” Harry asked, nodding to the twenty-five year old who looked like Bruno, sitting with Bernice.
Worrick nodded. “He’s not as touched as his brother and sisters were. Bruno left him alone in favour of his older brother Bryce. He was fucked up too.”
“Why did he fuck up his own children?” Harry asked.
“How many did he have after?”
“Several more litters after you left, he took every female in the pack systematically, one woman one breeding season, another one the next, he went around them in a circle after you got Kelly pregnant, but they came to Warren and I and begged us for something to kill off the babies, they didn’t want them, they didn’t want him to have that control over them, you remember what happened when Sophie stood up to him, he killed all four of her pups in front of her.”
“I was eleven when he did that, I remember thinking then that someone had to do something, I asked Warren why he didn’t do something. He said he wasn’t strong enough, that he wasn’t alpha material.”
“And he wasn’t, neither of us were, but we knew you were, we built you up that way, but he saw your potential and got rid of you before you were strong enough to take him down. As to why he fucked up his own children, he was just a sadistic bastard, he wanted Bryce to be a carbon copy of himself ready to take over the pack, there are even rumours that Bryce fucked his own sisters, but no one saw or smelt anything. Those three girls were crazy as well, especially Bianca, she’s the one you bashed the fuck out of.” Worrick said to Harry. “Bruno loved her the most as she was the most like him.”
“But that boy is alright?” Fenrir asked, nodding to Burne.
“I’ll keep an eye on him, but the danger is Bernice, she’s the only one to give Bruno pups and he gave her special treatment for it, she didn’t know that the other bitches aborted their babies with potions that we got for them so she thought she was special, the only fertile one in the pack, she’ll resent your bitch being here and with new pups too, Bruno hasn’t been able to get her pregnant in a while and their last two litters died. In her own way she loved the bastard and if we had offered the potion to her, offered to kill off her babies before they formed, she would have told Bruno and he would have killed me, Warren and the other females for it. Despite what that fucker did to the pups she’d already given him, she still would have sold them all out for him.” Worrick said.
Harry held his two pups tighter, he could never do that to his own pups, his own children and he felt sick that anyone would watch as their children were abused and hurt and turn a blind eye to it. He loved Fenrir, he did, he loved him so much, but if he laid a single hand on his sons in such a way he’d take them and he’d leave. He’d run before he’d allow Fenrir to hurt them in such a way, not that his lover ever would, he trusted him implicitly, but how anyone could watch their children be hurt and abused was beyond his comprehension.
The inevitable cries for a feed started and it drew the attention of every wolf to him. Loren handed him two bottles and he took Felan from his sling and started feeding him.
Fenrir took Ulric when he cried and fed him, ignoring everyone looking at him, while Harry was self-conscious and embarrassed with everyone’s eyes on him. He burped Felan hurriedly and then sat him on his lap, the little boy now wide awake and happy now that he had had a feed.
Harry sat him on the ground and Fenrir put Ulric down next to him, they stared at one another and then happily started babbling and giggling at one another.
Harry smiled at them before sighing. He turned to kiss Fenrir hard and he stood up.
“I’ll be right back, I need a piss, don’t you dare move.”
Fenrir swatted his bum as he moved off, but Worrick was laughing at Harry ordering Fenrir around. As Harry moved away he heard Worrick turn to say ‘You have it bad for him pup, congratulations.’
Harry smiled as he went into the trees and wetted a tree. He didn’t think he had enough left after scenting the trees and bushes to draw the alpha’s attentions, but it took him long minutes before he finished.
He walked past Grant and Jonas, digging graves for Stacey and Sidney; he patted their backs and pulled them into hugs.
“We’ll get through this.” He promised. “We’ll never forget Scott, Sidney or Stacey, but we have to carry on, not like normal, things will never be normal again, even if they were here it wouldn’t be normal, not with all these strangers, but we need to do our best.”
Jonas pulled him back into a hug and squeezed him. “We know little bitch, we’re doing alright. We killed everyone who killed them, we killed everyone who hurt our pack and you didn’t do so bad yourself.”
Grant chuckled darkly. “Understatement that one, the way you bashed that woman’s head to bits was very arousing, I suppose we’ll be hearing you scream later on tonight, I bet Fenrir is riled up and aroused from his victory too.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “More than likely, I need to keep warm somehow.”
That made them both laugh and feeling accomplished that he had made them laugh, he went back to Fenrir and his two pups, who were sprawled over the floor, Felan on his back, Ulric on his belly, drooling and babbling as Fenrir watched them carefully while still holding a conversation with Worrick and Warren and one man Harry didn’t know.
Harry went and sat in his lap and ignored them all as he pulled Ulric back from the bonfire, which was admittedly burning low now, but he was taking no chances.
Fenrir petted at him almost subconsciously, knowing he was there but unknowing that he was actually caressing Harry. He proved Harry’s thoughts wrong when he stopped speaking to brush Harry’s hair aside and laid a kiss on his neck before biting into his skin and marking him.
“No need to get possessive Pup.” Warren chuckled. “We’re not interested in your young boy.”
“He keeps me fit and on my toes.” Fenrir smirked.
“I just like amazing sex.” Harry answered, which set all four men laughing.
Fenrir pulled him into a kiss and then pushed him towards the two stags that had been put down for their meal, as the new alpha pair, Harry and Fenrir started eating first, both from different stags to get the best parts from both, before everyone else was invited to eat.
They seemed surprised and Warren hissed into Fenrir’s ear that sometimes Bruno forbade some members of the pack food just because he could and he loved watching their faces as the rest of the pack ate in front of them; he’d even done it to his own children.
“I don’t do shit like that to my own pack.” Fenrir said. “Not just to get my rocks off, I do it if it’s necessary.”
“Has it ever been necessary?” One man asked, looking at Fenrir with sharp blue eyes.
“That’s Oscar.” Worrick said for Fenrir’s benefit.
“A couple of times.” Fenrir shrugged. “As recently as a few months ago. We had to leave our home and we went to find another one, we set up a new cache, settled down and prepared for the coming winter.”
“So what happened?”
“We couldn’t get enough prey in a single day to feed us all.” Fenrir admitted bitterly. “So the better hunters ate what food we did have to gain strength to catch more, it didn’t last more than a week.”
“We can catch between nine and fifteen a day, but our cache is full, so there is no need to hunt much.”
“You can only catch up to fifteen?” Harry asked with a frown. “How big is your hunting group?”
“All of us hunt.” Worrick answered.
Loren actually laughed. “Our hunting group only numbered nine at most; we usually left two or three people home and we caught between ten and eighteen a day.”
“When I had the pups the hunting group was as small as six some days.” Harry smiled. “You really need some hunters.”
“We know that. Our pack is old. We had an old alpha, I’m old, Worrick’s old, Nathan’s old. Jamil was old before he decided to fight you, Tysene was old, Hector was old.” Warren said.
“Speak for your fucking self!” The man who had been sat with Fenrir and the two brothers after Harry had had his piss.
“You were old when I was young Nathan.” Fenrir snorted. “That was thirty years ago.”
“The only young new blood we had was from Curtis, whose dead, Alex, whose dead, Adam over there, Tavin by there and Liang.”
“Hello.” The indicated woman greeted, she was the same battered woman who had been so eager for her alpha’s death in the fight, Warren said she was young, but Harry would eat his hand if she was under thirty.
“I recognise a lot of faces.” Fenrir said. “Barely. You lot were old before I was exiled.”
Warren laughed and clapped his shoulder. “You’re still the serious little pup you used to be, we missed you. We kept up with where you were and what you were doing, keeping up with the news on you, I guess we haven’t checked in a while, we didn’t know you were mated with pups, but we knew you were doing well, more than well actually, you were so strong, so fearsome that people were afraid to say your name.”
“We were damn proud of you he means. The little nine year old pup, who came here an attack victim, and clung to us with wide eyes, was exiled as a teen, survived through fucking hell and grew into a magnificent man with his own pack.” Worrick put in.
“Careful now, I might think you have designs on my breeding partner.” Harry said with a grin.
That made them all laugh and Fenrir pulled him into a harsh kiss.
“You have nothing to worry about there.” Fenrir assured him.
Harry took note of those who were being anti-social for a lack of a better word and made a mental note to make sure they had an eye kept on them.
They had been thirty-six all together, but they were now a pack of nineteen, twenty-one including his tiny pups, but they couldn’t do much yet. They had lost three pack members; the pack they had taken over had lost twelve members. Too many in his mind, but it couldn’t have been helped, they had been attacked and they had to defend themselves, they had to protect their alpha who was trying to get a permanent home for them all.
After they had finished eating, their small pack gathered around to lay Stacey and Sidney to rest, burying them like they had Scott and Harry barely held himself together as he rested his weight submissively on Fenrir, who held him tightly, the tension in his muscles making them hard and bunched.
Harry was drained as he settled in the middle of the clearing, away from where they had had the fire a few hours ago and he set up the blanket cradles, going to collect his sons, one from Loren, the other from over Fenrir’s shoulder and he put them to bed and covered them over, settling them down with a smile before he curled up and slowed his breathing to drift off to get in a few hours before everyone else went to sleep.
“What’s he doing?” He heard the one beta male, Tavin, ask. He had been one of the anti-social wolves.
“Sleeping you idiot.” He heard Loren snap back.
“We sleep in the cave this close to winter.” Warren said placatingly, trying to ease down the fighting, Harry had guessed that the dominance battles for the hierarchy would start as soon as tomorrow, he hadn’t thought, with all the dead wolves today, that there would be trouble tonight.
“My pack are stronger, they’re used to sleeping under the moon in all weather.” Fenrir grunted as he sat by Harry and placed his hand on Harry’s sharp jut of hip.
“Do you wish for us to sleep outside alpha?” The small woman, Liang, asked softly.
He shook his head. “Sleep where you want, but we’ll likely sleep out here for a while, just until we get used to it.”
“Until it snows you mean.” Tavin said scathingly.
Fenrir lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. “You have a problem with me pup?”
The wolf swallowed, Harry watched his Adam’s apple bob with the force of it and he shook his head.
“Then shut your mouth or I’ll knock out half your baby teeth.”
The wolf, Tavin, went pale white and seemed to sway on his feet.
“Sit down before you fucking fall.” Fenrir grunted and Harry smiled, remembering when Fenrir had said those same words to him when he was new to the pack, but he had finished them with ‘bastard submissives.’ Tavin was no submissive though.
The small, delicate looking woman with bruises all over her came to sit by Fenrir, Harry would have known she was Chinese just from looking at her, without knowing her name was Liang, her gorgeous black waterfall of hair was thicker and shiner than he’d ever get his and that was with her living in a forest for however long she’d been here.
When she started flirting with Fenrir though, that was when he stopped admiring her and he sat up, growling at her and he crawled over and laid himself on Fenrir’s lap.
“He’s mine you little tramp!”
Fenrir chuckled, amused as he brushed Harry’s hair gently with his fingers and stroked his cheek.
“She has no chance of getting me. You have my pups.”
Harry turned to smile up at him, reading in those dark blue eyes what Fenrir couldn’t say out loud, what he had really meant to say. ‘You have my heart, my love’. Harry let his eyes show all the love he held for the lummox of a man above him and gave him a soft smile, letting Fenrir know without words that he loved him too.
“Breeding partners change every season.” The only other woman left to the pack said, eyeing Fenrir with burning brown eyes, she licked her bottom lip with the tip of a pink tongue.
“Who are you?” Fenrir asked.
“Emily, alpha.”
“Take care what you say Emily, or you’ll find yourself out in the snow alone for winter. None of you will replace Harry as my breeding partner.”
“I could give you pups too.” Bernice insisted. “I’m fertile, the only fertile one here.”
“Did you not hear what the alpha just said?” Warren demanded. “He has a breeding partner, not a seasonal one, he isn’t interested.”
“But…what about pups? I’d keep your pups.” Emily said softly.
“I’m very capable of carrying and birthing my mate’s pups’ thank you very fucking much!” Harry snapped.
“Listen closely, absolutely no one is replacing Harry as my breeding partner, no one, especially not some little weak woman. Anyone who touches Harry or lays a finger on my pups will be beaten to death. I won’t stand for it, am I clear?”
There were nods and a chorus of ‘yes alpha’ from the newly merged pack. Harry would make sure he and Fenrir had sex tonight, he had to refresh his claim on his breeding partner for these new wolves and he’d make sure to do so loudly so that they could all hear him. He’d make Fenrir bite and mark him and he’d mark Fenrir back. He’d stake his claim on his mate so thoroughly that no one would be able to deny it; he just had to find someone now to babysit his pups, because he was not going to leave them alone with strange wolves around while he went off to have sex, regardless of how much his wolf snarled inside him that they needed to re-stake their claim on their breeding mate with the presence of the new wolves, he would not leave his sons with them, especially not with wolves who were unfriendly and wanted to claim his mate for themselves. He wouldn’t allow it, so perhaps he should ask Jonas and Bryan to babysit his pups for him, they wouldn’t mind, they were strong enough, the pups would be safe and he could prove to those little bitches that he was all the bitch that Fenrir needed and it was going to damn well stay that way.
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A/N: Still not much to say, so I won’t drag it on, we’re almost at the end, I’m certain now that it’ll end on eleven chapters, so only three more to go and then I’ll be back on Rise of the Drackens.
Khaleesi Black-Wayland: Yes, Harry did bite Fenrir on the thigh, he actually bit both thighs to make matching marks, Fenrir left his mark around Harry’s left nipple in retaliation.
Well that’s all there is for this chapter, I’ll see you soon with the next one, don’t forget to let me know what you think, all of your feedback goes into bettering the story and myself as a writer, I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter,
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