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Thank you all for your patience. We know updates have been a little slower lately, while we juggle our many commitments both in RL and with our other stories. However, this is the chapter that many of you have been waiting for, and you finally get to meet Robin.
Fragmented Soul
Chapter 81 – Robin
"Lukas..." Nell said shakily, as they apparated into the living room of Lukas' house. She was clinging to him for dear life trying to work out what had happened. They had been at dinner, fighting with her parents, she had blurted out about the pregnancy, they had all but ran from the house and then... "What just happened?" she asked, looking up at Lukas with panicked eyes."Sorry, I shouldn't have..." Lukas said quickly, looking quite alarmed too, "I shouldn't have done that, I just had to get us out of there," he tried to explain; he hadn't really stopped long enough to think about why apparating with a muggle, to get away from other muggles, was a spectacularly bad idea. However, now that Edward Green wasn't there yelling and he could think more clearly, Lukas realised that this was potentially really quite bad. Not to mention the fact that Nell was pregnant; apparating while pregnant was not something that any healer would advise."I don't understand," Nell said weakly, glancing around at the familiar room in her boyfriend's house, her mind completely failing to understand how they got there when they had been many miles away only seconds before."It's okay," Lukas assured her, holding Nell close. He sighed, realising that he really did have no choice but to try and explain. "Come and sit," he insisted, pulling his trembling girlfriend over to the sofa, taking a seat and bringing her down next to him. She didn't hesitate to tuck herself in close to his side, she still seeming understandably shaken by the unexpected experience of being apparated for the very first time. "It's okay, I promise; we are perfectly safe," he assured her.Nell, however, didn't look particularly comforted by his words and he thought that it was possible that the only reason she hadn't got up and run away yet was that she was still trembling from shock. "Lukas... what did you do?" she asked, looking up, her eyes pleading for some kind of explanation."Magic," he told her softly, giving her a wry smile; he really didn't see any alternative at this point other than to tell her the truth. "I know that sounds crazy and so please don't panic, but I am serious. Me and my family we're... special," he said quickly, not sure how else to explain it. "We have magic, which is how I got us here.""Magic..." Nell repeated softly, looking up at him strangely. "Like... magicians, and their magic tricks?" she asked a little hopefully, but she wasn't surprised when Lukas shook his head. What he was saying just didn’t sound possible, magic, real magic, it didn’t exist, it shouldn’t have been possible."Not quite. It isn't a trick, it's real," he told her firmly, needing her to understand this, because it was more than likely that any child of theirs would have magic too. And that was still not quite sinking in for Lukas, that Nell might actually be pregnant; they would have to wait until Monday for confirmation one way or another, but he had not intended for them to become a family so soon. He couldn't deny that he really liked the idea of it though and would never leave her now, especially not if she was carrying his child."Magic..." she said again, a little faintly, "real magic." Lukas nodded firmly, taking her hands in his own. "And that's how we got back here?" she asked, not quite sure what to believe."Yes," Lukas said rather bluntly. He was still just glad that she wasn't running away or calling him insane so far, but he really needed her to understand the significance of what she was being told. "It is a huge secret though, and you really can't tell anyone," he told her sternly, "but I, like each member of my family, was born like this, with magic; I couldn't do it until I was a little older but...""So our child...?" Nell asked, sitting up straight and wrapping an arm around her own waist protectively, looking a little stunned and panicked. "If I really am pregnant, the baby it will be like you? Able to do... magic?" she asked sceptically."Probably," Lukas told her with a wry smile. "I always intended to tell you, but... I didn't want you to freak out and leave. I love you too much to lose you.""I love you too," she assured him, "though I can't pretend that I am not seriously freaking out right now. This is too much, Lukas, you should have told me.” Nell’s hands were trembling terribly and she looked on the edge of hyperventilating at this new information. “I think I just need a little time," she said, getting to her feet, trying to keep herself calm."Oh, yeah, of course," Lukas said, getting to his feet and trying not to show the heartache he felt at the idea of her leaving now. He was smart enough to understand that Nell needed a little space to think, and honestly he could probably do with that too, to take in the night's events, but that didn't mean it felt any less like his family walking out on him. "Just... let me know what the doctor says, okay?" he requested, knowing that he would need to know as soon as possible whether they really were pregnant."Of course," Nell promised with such an earnest and sincere expression on her face that Lukas felt relief wash over him, feeling far more confident that she wasn't going to just disappear off with his child, never to be seen again. "I'm not leaving you," she assured him as she stepped closer to him once more, apparently having seen his nervousness."Good, because that would probably kill me," he told her honestly, not sure what he would do without her now. He really was irrevocably in love with her. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, burning her feel and taste and smell into his mind, knowing that he would need those memories in the days until she was ready to talk again. "Let me call you a taxi," he offered, as they broke their kiss, and Nell nodded her head gratefully.FGHP“I think I can manage to get to the potions lab on my own,” Harry protested as he pulled a jumper on. It was Sunday and the three pups had spent the morning just relaxing together in their forest room, but Harry had made a promise to Jenson and Callie, that he would make them the potions they needed and he fully intended on keeping that promise, wanting to help them.This meant that he needed a chance to do some brewing alone; he wasn’t going to risk making it in class again after the sabotage last time. As such he had asked Slughorn if he could use the empty classroom over the weekend and, of course, the professor had enthusiastically agreed, and told him to come along on Sunday.“I just don’t see why we can’t come with you,” Clay protested, not wanting his friend to go off alone. Besides, as much as he trusted Harry’s abilities, he didn’t like the idea of him brewing on his own, just in case something went wrong. All in all, he just didn’t want Harry to go.“If it makes you feel better I will take James’ cloak with me,” Harry suggested, already pulling it out of his pile of belongings and stuffing it into his book bag along with the potions book that had the instructions he was going to need. He had shown the invisibility cloak to both his pack siblings the evening he had got it, and of course they had been just as amazed as he was, but he hadn’t actually had a chance to use it for anything yet, this seemed like the perfect opportunity.“Okay, great, but what if someone catches you off guard, attacks you, kidnaps you or something,” he protested, ignoring the way that Romy was giving him an exasperated look. Clay knew he was probably being over protective, but he couldn’t help it.Harry frowned, knowing that he couldn’t take Clay with him without giving away Callie’s pregnancy, and that just wasn’t his secret to tell; but a smile grew on his face as he thought of something. “I have an idea,” he said, as he went back to his things again, pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to Clay.“Parchment,” Clay said, looking confused as he unfolded it and saw that it really was completely blank. “Okay, so, I'm really not following this.”“Tap it with your wand and say ‘I solemnly swear I am up to no good’,” Harry instructed with a growing grin on his face.“Romy, I think he finally lost it,” Clay said, glancing over at his girlfriend as he slowly took a few steps back from Harry, with an exaggerated look of fear on his face.“Oh, har de har,” Harry said, shaking his head. “Just do it,” he said, gesturing to the parchment that Clay was still holding.Clay looked sceptical, but deciding to humour his friend for the moment, pulled out his wand and pressed it against the parchment. “If this explodes or turns me green I am going to be pissed,” he said, before saying, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”A moment later, his eyes widened in surprise as lines began to appear, forming a huge and detailed map. “Merlin’s beard, what the fuck is this?” Clay asked, as Romy hurried over and peered down at what he was holding.“That,” Harry said happily, “is a map of Hogwarts. Complete with little people marking where everyone actually is,” he added, quickly finding the forest room and gesturing to their three names.“Harry Prince, Clayton Danes, Romy Howard…” Romy read, looking up at Harry in surprise. “This is amazing!” she exclaimed, oddly pleased to see that magic seemed to have accepted her name as being Romy Howard; she thought that it was probably because that was how she saw herself but this was not the matter at hand.“So if I leave this with you, so you can see where I am, will you let me go and stop worrying so much?” Harry asked hopefully.“Yeah, yeah, I guess so,” Clay said somewhat dismissively, his attention still on the map, “but where the hell did you get this?” he asked.“Remus made it, when he was a student here,” Harry explained. “Apparently James and Sirius helped too,” he told them. “But I have never seen anything quite like it before. I mean, I could make a good guess at some of the spells involved, but I wouldn’t even know where to start to make one myself.”“Think of all the people we could avoid,” Clay said with a smile, scanning over the map with impressed eyes. This would certainly make navigating the castle a lot easier and a lot more interesting, especially in the light of them being outed to the school.“And spy on,” Romy added, realising that there really could be a lot of uses for this particular map. Her eyes scanned over the familiar layout of the castle, and found the Gryffindor Tower. “Look there’s Granger in the boy’s dormitory with… is she with Dean Thomas?”“Ew, gross, do you think they’re fucking?” Clay asked, his nose screwed up in disgust. Harry, however, seemed to think it was kind of hilarious and was chuckling to himself.“No sign of Seamus or Weasley there though,” Romy pointed out, scanning through the other names that looked to be in or around the Tower; there seemed to be quite a lot of students in the common room, but that made sense given it was a Sunday.“Do you think that Seamus is alright?” Harry asked. “We haven’t seen him since Thursday evening; I mean, he was in classes on Friday, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to him…” he added, his voice trailing off, wondering what had happened to the boy. He found that he was genuinely concerned; he knew how horrible the other Gryffindor’s could be and he didn’t want Seamus to suffer.Clay and Romy were also looking worried. “Is he on the map?” Romy asked, and together they all started scanning the map to see if they could find him. “There, look,” she said a few moments later, pointing at a corridor on the fourth floor. “He’s with Luna?” she commented with slight confusion, not really sure when the two of them had become friends, but trusting the Ravenclaw girl to treat Seamus right and vice versa.“Okay, excellent, now you can keep an eye on him too, as well as me,” Harry said, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “I’ll see you two later,” he said, pressing a kiss to Romy’s cheek, and then adding one to Clay’s too, laughing when his best friend batted him away.“Try not to blow yourself up,” Romy called after him teasingly, as Harry headed out of their forest room and into the corridor.He wasn’t surprised to find it completely empty, as this part of the school almost always was, and so headed in the direction of the Grand Staircase, as that was the quickest and easiest route down to the dungeons. Most of the school seemed fairly quiet, though there were groups of friends wandering around together, but other than a few looks, and muttered comments, they generally left him alone.Slughorn, who had been expecting him, was waiting for him when he arrived and greeted him rather enthusiastically when he entered the room. Harry wasn’t as pleased to see the potions professor but he placed his bag down at his desk and started to remove the items he needed from it.“What are you brewing today, my boy?” the professor asked curiously, his hands resting on top of his portly belly as he came over to stand near where Harry was getting his things out.“Something for a friend and a something else for me,” Harry told him rather cryptically. He was sure that the professor would probably be able to work out was he was making if he decided to stay and watch but Harry was hoping he wouldn’t, and felt no need to be spilling all his pack’s personal secrets to his head of house.“I shall leave you to it then,” Slughorn said jovially; he was keen to encourage Harry’s excellent brewing, but that didn’t mean he wanted to spend his Sunday sitting in the classroom. “I trust that you don’t need supervision for this, as the son of Severus Snape I think you can manage a couple of simple potions.”“I can, sir,” Harry said respectfully. “Thank you again for letting me use the classroom.” He knew that Slughorn was an easy man to win on side, a Slytherin to the core, and a little gratitude and flattery went a long way.“Excellent, excellent,” Slughorn was muttering to himself as he headed out of the classroom, leaving Harry finally alone.Harry very quickly muttered a simple locking charm on the door; he didn’t want to risk interruptions. He really did take Romy’s warning not to blow himself up to heart. Regardless of not feeling pain, he didn’t fancy being in another explosive potions accident and these potions were not quite as simple as he might have implied.He was going to start with the potion he was making for Callie; that was his priority today, and there was a little while towards the end of it where he would have to leave it to brew for a while, so he could use that time to start preparing some of the other ingredients for the contraceptive potion that he wanted to get started.That was a potion that would take time to make properly; even if he started it today it wouldn’t be done for about a month, which was getting close to the time he would need to take another dose. So, knowing this, he settled down, re-reading over the instructions, and getting started.FGHPHaving stored his contraceptive potion right next to his lucky potion to brew, Harry was happy to leave them where there were. No student would bother them in there, Slughorn would make sure that they weren’t tampered with at the very least.After packing up all his belongings and flinging his bag over his shoulder he left the classroom, shutting the door behind him. Slughorn wouldn’t be long and Harry wanted to make sure that he was gone before that happened.However, the trip back to the forest room was not going to be as easy as Harry had hoped. He had only just started up the marble staircase when an all too familiar voice called his name. He only wished that with all the fighting that Fenrir had taught him to do that he could have also learnt to walk a little faster. Cedric had longer legs and was therefore faster, catching up with him easily before he had even got to the top of the staircase.“It wasn’t me,” Cedric blurted out the second Harry was facing him.“What wasn’t you?” Harry asked tiredly; he was fed up with talking to Cedric, he didn’t want to ever lay eyes on the teenager again and yet here he was talking to him once more.“The Prophet,” Cedric said as explanation. He didn’t want for Harry to think that it had been him. He didn’t want for Harry to hate him, he loved Harry and, even if Harry would never feel the same, he didn’t want to be hated by him.“I didn’t think it was,” Harry said with a sigh. He wanted to get this over with and get back to Romy and Clayton. He didn’t want to be stood there talking to Cedric, though he knew his pack siblings would be able to see him and hopefully they would come to the rescue.“Good, I didn’t want you to think…” Cedric started to say. Harry, however, had had enough and didn’t want to listen to this anymore.“Look, I don’t think about you a whole lot, if at all,” Harry snapped, fed up with Cedric’s ramblings. He knew that the head boy wasn’t behind the prophet article and he didn’t want to have to spend any longer listening to his unnecessary excuses.“Oh…” Cedric said, trying not to be too hurt by Harry’s words. “I just didn’t want you to think… I’d never hurt you,” he tried to explain. He wanted Harry to understand how much he cared, but the Slytherin teenager always just seemed to end up more angry with him, rather than less, and he didn’t understand what he was doing wrong.“You already have,” Harry informed him bluntly. If it hadn’t been for Cedric’s meddling then Voldemort wouldn’t think he was pregnant. Not to mention that Dumbledore wouldn’t have dragged him into the medical wing to be tested, which meant that Fenrir wouldn’t have brought Niko to Hogwarts, and the ten-year-old wouldn’t be on the headmaster’s radar.“I never meant...” Cedric started to say; he had so much to be sorry for when it came to Harry and he wanted for the teenager to know that but nothing he said seemed to work.“It really doesn’t matter what you meant,” Harry snapped angrily; he was steadily losing all and any patience he had with the head boy. Cedric’s obsession with him was more than just annoying at this point; he actually found it a little disturbing and worrying. He had genuinely liked the Hufflepuff in the beginning and he wasn’t sure how it had reached this point.“Harry…” Cedric said, his voice pleading.“No,” Harry interrupted, raising his hand and cutting the head boy off. “I’ve asked you, I don’t know how many times,” he said with barely restrained anger, “respect my wishes, leave me alone,” he requested firmly. This was the last time he intended to ask nicely.“What did I do wrong?” Cedric asked, not understanding why it was that Harry seemed to have such a dislike of him. “I thought we were friends at least.”“We were, but you refused to accept that I was never going to be yours,” Harry told him. It was the head boy that had brought them to this point; he had been quite happy for the two of them to be friends but Cedric had made that impossible now.“Your obsession is creepy, Diggory,” Clay said from half way down the flight of stairs and the other two boys turned to looked at him, not having noticed him approaching; Romy was stood next to him, a frown on her face.“Come on, Harry, we should go,” Romy said kindly, motioning for Harry to join them. Harry didn’t need to be told twice.“Please, just stay away from me,” Harry said to Cedric before turning and headed towards his pack siblings. It might have been a Sunday but they had things to do, Clay would need help on his homework and they were all looking forward to getting the next week of lessons out of way so that they could go home for the full moon.FGHP“You ready, trouble?” Damon asked; he had just had a long discussion with Fenrir about what was going to be happening today and he had had to assured the Alpha that this time Robin would be coming back to the pack with them.“Where’re you going?” Niko asked excitedly. “Are you going to see Harry? Can I come? I want to come, please, please, please, I’ll be super good. Can I go, Alpha, please? I want to see Harry.”Damon looked to Fenrir in amusement at the ten year old boy’s rambling questions and couldn’t help but smile at this hyper and bouncy the young boy was. He found it rather endearing and reminded him a lot of Clayton when he had been younger. It felt so right that Niko thought of the Alpha pair as his parents.“I’m not going to see Harry,” Damon said, “I only wish that I was. Micha and I are going to find another pack member and bring them back.”“You will stay here,” Fenrir said, putting a hand on the ten year old boy’s shoulders, “I will teach you how to prepare the kills for cooking.”Niko, who had been a little disheartened at first, looked up at the Alpha, his face beaming with happiness at the idea of spending time with Fenrir. “You’re going to teach me again?” Niko asked with excitement and when Fenrir gave a curt nod, the young boy flung his arms around the Alpha and muttered several excited ‘thank you’s which were barely understood they were spoken so fast.“Go,” Fenrir grunted to Damon as Micha came up to them and snuggled into his mate’s side. Of course Damon wasted no time, putting an arm around his submissive and guiding him to the apparition point.FGHPRobin Page was stood in her bedroom, gazing longingly into the mirror as she brushed her long, wavy, blonde hair. It was one of her favourite pastimes, she was beautiful after all and she liked to admire herself. No one could resist her, not even at school, all she would have to do is look at someone with her wide, blue eyes and they would be putty in her hands.All the boys wanted her but she was taken, she was special; her mother had always told her this. She was destined to be the Alpha mate of a great and powerful pack. Now that she was sixteen she was going to be able to fulfil that role and she couldn’t wait. The Alpha wolf, Fenrir, would love her just like everyone else loved her. He would pamper and care for her as long as she lived, as long as she gave him pups and she would, maybe just the one or two, she wouldn't want to ruin her body with too many after all.“Robin, sweetheart, dinner is on the table,” her mother called from downstairs.“What is it?” Robin called back, still contentedly staring into the mirror, practising her smile; it would have to be perfect if she was going to seduce this Alpha into falling in love with her so quickly.“Cottage pie,” her mother replied and Robin could hear her coming up the stairs now so that they could talk probably seeing as it was evident she wouldn’t be coming down from her room.“I don’t like it,” Robin shouted. She didn’t understand why her mother simply couldn’t remember to only make good food; she had told her that she didn’t like cottage pie before, so the woman would just have to sort something else.“Please, come and eat your dinner,” her mother said as she pushed open the door to Robin’s room and looked imploringly at her daughter. “I’ve made it specially,” she told her only child, as Robin turned to glare at her.“No, I don’t like it,” Robin stated bluntly, turning back to the mirror, and giving it another smile. “Make me something else,” she instructed, feeling rather hungry and wanting something decent.“What would you like?” her mother asked wearily, knowing that this wouldn’t be an argument she could win, and she wouldn’t see her daughter go hungry. It was okay, she knew that she and her husband would eat the food she had made, and there would be enough for them to have leftovers tomorrow; it was hardly the first time that she had had to make something specific for Robin. She was such a particular child.“Omelette with brie and chives,” Robin stated after only a few moments of hesitation, her attention still fixed on her own reflection as she brushed her hair over such that it hung more heavily down the other side of her face, trying to decide which looked better.“Sweetie,” her mother said softly, a hint of desperation in her voice, “we don’t have any…”“I want omelette with brie and chives,” Robin interrupted, not about to listen to silly excuses. She had told her mother what she wanted, and it was hardly her fault if her mother hadn’t bought the right things last time she went shopping.“Robin…” her mother pleaded.“NO!” Robin snapped. “I want this, you go and get what you need, I’ll wait,” she informed her, pulling a few strands so they hung over her face a tiny bit. She wasn’t very hungry right now, but she had decided on omelette, so she would be getting one.“I won’t be long,” her mother said with a sigh. She seriously didn’t have the energy for one of Robin’s tantrums at the moment, and it was going to just be easier and quicker to make the trip to the shops.As she left, Robin couldn’t help but smile to herself; being in a pack was going to be easy. She would at the top of them all, ruling over them and having them all at her beck and call. She honestly couldn’t wait; they would be coming for her any day now so that she could take her rightful place among them.She could only imagine what would happen but she had been picturing it since she was a little girl, how this strong, handsome Alpha wolf would walk into her life and give her everything and anything she desired. He would just know that she was perfect for him and everything would be wonderful.FGHPMicha’s eyes were darting around curiously, as his mate led him by the hand, into a bar named The Blue Moon. He had been told that they were going to one of Damon’s businesses, so he had assumed it would be a hotel like the one they had gone to on Valentine’s Day, but apparently his mate had much more varied interests than he had thought.“You own this place too?” Micha asked quietly as Damon let them over to the bar where a woman was looking through some paperwork.“I do,” Damon said, pressing a kiss to Micha’s temple, and smiling as the woman looked up at the pair of them. He wasn't here on pleasant business today, in fact, he was actually dreading what he had to do, even though he knew that it had to be done. He had spent a lot of time double and then triple checking all the facts before coming to the realisation that something had to be done.“Damon, I wasn’t expecting you today,” the woman said. “Ian is in his office, if you’re looking for him.”“That is exactly who I was looking for,” Damon said smiling at Jenna, thankful that she was not the person who needed to be fired today; he actually rather liked Jenna, she was a hard worker and very dedicated to her job.“Hi, I’m Micha,” he said, holding out his hand for the woman to shake. She smiled sweetly at him and reached out to accept his hand, giving it a quick shake.“Sorry, trouble,” Damon said, realising that he should really introduce his mate. “Yes, Micha this is Jenna, she is the floor manager of this place. The person I’m here to see is Ian, he’s the overall manager; though he won’t be for much longer. Why don’t you take a seat at the bar, I don’t know how he’s going to react to what I have to say and I don’t want you in the firing line.”“It’s nice to meet you, Micha,” Jenna said with a smile as Micha did as he was told and took a seat at the bar.“Jenna, this man here is the love of my life,” Damon said pressing another kiss to his submissive’s temple, “make sure he’s happy,” he instructed her before turning into Micha and whispered, very softly, “no alcohol, trouble, and behave.”“I always behave,” Micha told him with a grin, and Damon just shook his head with an affectionate smile.“You are one lucky, guy,” Jenna said with a smile as Damon disappeared up the stairs to where Ian’s office was located. “Most of the staff here fancy him.”“Do you fancy him?” Micha asked; he knew that he was a very lucky guy and even though he knew that Damon wasn’t going to leave him, he still couldn’t help but feel a little jealous and the same niggling doubts he always had came creeping in once again.“Oh, goodness no, my type has a bit more up top if you catch my drift,” she added with a wink and Micha couldn’t help but giggle. “Do you want a drink while you’re waiting?”“Oh, yes, can I have…. I can’t remember the name of it, it’s fizzy,” Micha said, in truth he had just never had anything fizzy and he was rather desperate to try it. He didn’t much care for alcohol but fizzy pop was something he had wanted to taste for a while now.“Cola, lemonade?” Jenna prompted, thinking this young man seemed sweet, though a little odd; who didn’t know the names of fizzy drinks after all. She liked Damon though, so she rather liked that she was getting to meet his boyfriend.“Cola,” Micha said decisively, with a nod, a grin on his face.“Cola it is,” Jenna said with a grin, going to grab a glass.“And who are you hot stuff?” a young man asked as he sauntered into the main bar from what looked like a back room full of crates of beer and bottles of wine. Micha turned to look at this man, rather affronted by the way he had been addressed.“Cal, play nice; this is, Micha,” Jenna said with a warning tone as she placed a pint glass full of cola on the bar in front of Micha. “He’s Mr Danes’ boyfriend.”“Oh, the big boss man; you’re a lucky guy, he’s seriously hot. Got room for one more?” the man called Cal asked, Micha just looked at him as if he were weird.“Sorry, I don’t share,” Micha told him with a shake of his head. He wasn’t really sure how to feel about this guy, but he didn’t at all like that he had been so blatant about wanting Damon.“Fair enough,” the guy said with a shrug, before smirking, “who would want to share him. What about you and me? I could show you a good time,” he suggested hopefully, giving Micha a wink.“Callum!” Jenna chastised, obviously highly disapproving of the way he was behaving. This was the boss' boyfriend, in Damon’s own words, the love of his life, so hitting on him, particularly so blatantly, was entirely inappropriate.“Is Ian in his office?” Callum asked, seemingly oblivious to the baffled expression Micha’s face, and Jenna’s disgust at his attitude.“He is,” Jenna confirmed, “but Mr Danes is in there with him, so you might want to actually do your job instead.”“Stock's done,” Callum told her dismissively, his eyes still fixed on Micha, “and the only one to serve is this pretty little thing; though I wouldn’t mind servicing him,” he commented, coming to lean against the bar next to where Micha was sitting. “I could make his time here very enjoyable,” he said giving Jenna a wink.“I’m not sure I understand,” Micha said, looking to Jenna with confusion, wanting her to help him; he actually wanted to go find Damon, but didn’t want to interrupt the important meeting that he knew was going on.“Ignore him,” Jenna said, glaring at Callum rather scathingly. “Cal, go and mop the toilets if you’re done in the stock room. You’re not being paid to stand and flirt.”“Ian never seems to mind it,” Callum said with a salacious smile.“Well I’m not Ian,” Jenna said dryly, clearly unamused.The sound of the door slamming shut startled the three of them in the bar. A man, whom Micha presumed to be Ian, stormed down the steps. He looked to be in a towering temper and a minute or so later Damon was coming down the steps.“Ian?” Callum questioned, looking concerned.“He’s bloody fired me,” Ian snapped angrily as he headed behind the bar and picked up his few personal belongings that were there.“What, why?” Callum asked, turning to look at Damon, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his arms crossed over his chest and a very stern expression on his face.“Fraud,” Damon said bluntly. “And Callum I want a word with you next, come on,” he said gesturing up the stairs behind him.“Me? What, why?” Callum asked, looking back and forward between Ian and Damon, as though hoping for one of them to tell him this was some kind of joke, or for Ian to jump in a save him.“I think you know why,” Damon angrily; Ian had tried to deny it all at first too but once he had started laying out the evidence he had against them both, the manager had admitted everything. Ian had tried to lay the blame almost entirely on Callum, and so Damon was going to be most interested to hear the other side of the story.“Baby, wait for me, we can go together,” Callum said, calling after his boyfriend, who was heading for the door without even looking his way.“No fucking chance,” Ian snarled, rounding to face Callum. “It’s your fucking fault that I’ve lost my job,” he said angrily, a finger pointed at Callum in accusation. “You were just a piece of arse and look what you’ve cost me!” he exclaimed with a wave of his arm.“Ian, baby, don’t say that,” Callum said, clearly hurt by those words; he had believed they had something serious, something that meant a lot to them both.“Ian, you need to leave the premises,” Damon said firmly. He wasn’t going anywhere until he had seen the man leave, and he wasn’t about to stand around and watch his former employees have some lovers' spat in the middle of his bar. “Callum, upstairs, now!” he instructed.“So you can fire me? Not bloody likely,” Callum said angrily, not at all happy that he had lost his job and his boyfriend within the space of a few minutes. He pointedly ignored the sound of the door as Ian stormed out it, slamming it behind himself.“Either we can talk in the office or we can call the police and you can explain it to them,” Damon told him firmly. He hadn’t got law enforcement involved so far, preferring to deal with this matter himself, but if Callum was going to start being difficult about it then he would call them in.“Fine,” Callum huffed barging past Damon as he headed up the stairs towards the office. It didn’t affect Damon much seeing as he was fairly solidly built, but it certainly did something to set the tone for the conversation he was about to have.“I won’t be long, Trouble,” Damon said, giving Micha a small smile before following Callum up the stairs and into the office.“Is it wrong that I think he is really hot when he is angry with other people?” Micha asked in little more than a whisper“Not at all,” Jenna said with a laugh. “You know, you should take a job here,” Jenna suggested, “looks like we’re going to be a little short staffed when Damon is finished with Callum.”“Oh, I’m not sure that Damon would like that,” Micha said nervously biting at his lip as he remembered the conversation they had had about this, when Damon had told him how much he would rather that Micha didn’t go out and find a job.“You are your own person, aren’t you?” Jenna teased, “you look like the kind of guy that could handle himself.”“Yeah, I can,” Micha said; he had taken care of himself for years before he had met Damon, but he didn’t want to make his mate worry. “And I suppose it is his bar, so he could check in on me whenever he wanted,” he added, half talking to himself.“Hey,” she said with a shrug, “just a suggestion, but might be worth talking to him about it if you’re genuinely interested.”“I really am,” Micha said with a smile as they heard the sounds of shouting coming from the upstairs office. “Oooh, Damon's really angry,” he said with a chuckle, which Jenna echoed as she topped up his glass of cola.FGHPDumbledore trailed his fingers over the watery fabric of the invisibility cloak, smiling smugly to himself at having deceived both Harry and Remus into letting him keep it for himself. He was about to turn his attention to some of his other most precious possessions when an owl swept into his office, distracting him. His smile quickly became a scowl as he spotted the distinctive red of a howler in its talons.He made his way over to his desk, as the owl dropped it onto the surface before flying off. The headmaster already had a fair idea what this would be about, as he had been sent a fair few howlers since the publication of the Daily Prophet article two days earlier. He knew he hadn’t been the only one, as he had seen Harry dealing with a few of his own. None the less, the headmaster sat down and opened it.“You, Albus Dumbledore are a disgrace to Hogwarts,” the letter bellowed, the loud and obviously angry male voice filling the room. “How could you allow such beasts to live in the castle with innocent children!? Harry Potter should have stayed missing, or really died as a child, better that than…”Dumbledore had heard enough, it was not much different from the many other letters and howlers he had received. “Incendio,” he muttered, destroying the letter before it could say anything more. Another quick spell cleaned away the ash that fell onto the surface of his desk, and leaned back in his chair.The article was causing him serious problems; more regarding how it had damaged the trust that many had in him, rather than to do with their direct disgust at what Harry was. However, it was clear that he had to do something.Making up his mind, he sat up and pulled both parchment and quill towards himself. He had to respond to the article, put his own words out there; he felt confident that his reputation and position would give him enough influence to have the Prophet publish what he wanted.He started to write a letter, directly to the editor, Barnabas Cuffe, not wanting to deal with any of the papers writers, who would likely want to put their own spin on his words. The headmaster paused, carefully considering what he wanted his statement to say, before putting his quill to parchment and starting to scrawl about how they, as a people, needed to learn more tolerance for those different from themselves.It was a load of hogwash, of course; there would never be a place for werewolves in their world, but he needed for the wizarding population to believe that there was. He wondered if there was some way that he could use the Niko boy to help with that cause as well. He had learned that the boy was an orphan, though he was unclear how he had been bitten and brought into Greyback’s pack; that was to remain a mystery for now but he had been able to uncover that it had been deatheaters that had killed his parents.However, he was hoping to make a case for removing the young man from the pack; for young Niko’s own sake, of course. He was fairly certain that as he seriously didn’t wish any harm upon the boy, that it would do nothing to trigger the vow; and if he could present it to the wizarding world as an act of kindness towards a small lost werewolf child, it might just work in his favour.He turned his attention back to the letter to Cuffe, adding a few vague comments about security measures in place, and not denying any magical child the education they were entitled to. He read it through again, feeling happy with the overall result; it would be difficult for anyone to counter his arguments now without looking like a prejudiced fool and so, as he folded the parchment, he felt confident that this would help the situation.FGHP“Why did you have to fire them?” Micha asked curiously as they finally left the bar. Once Ian and Callum had been dismissed and had actually left the building, Damon had been sat doing some rather tedious looking paperwork for about an hour before handing Jenna a contract, telling her to look it over. It basically stated that she was the new general manager; to say she had been shocked was an understatement.“The two of them were stealing money from me, nothing huge because they didn’t want to be noticed, but it was enough that they’ve managed to get away with about ten thousand over the last three years,” Damon explained.Micha frowned, thinking about it for a moment, “then why didn’t you get the police involved. I mean I know they’re all muggles and everything but wouldn’t that have been easier?”“Not necessarily,” Damon said with a small sigh, “the muggle authorities require a lot from both sides when pressing charges, addresses, security numbers, evidence. I didn’t want anyone looking too closely at my life, it isn’t exactly ordinary.”“Oh,” Micha said, understanding his mate’s decisions a little better. “It isn’t because you’re doing something wrong is it?” Micha suddenly asked, looking a little panicked.“No,” Damon said at once, drawing his submissive into a hug, “there is nothing to worry about; everything is run legally and above board. It is more my werewolf and wizarding life that I want to conceal, not any wrong doing. Don’t worry, trouble, I’m not going anywhere.”“Good,” Micha said, returning the embrace that Damon had given him. He didn’t like any thought that his dominant mate might leave him for any reason, it scared him to think of a life without Damon.“Should we go and fetch Robin then?” Damon asked. “I think Fenrir might have an aneurysm if we go back without her again,” he added with a smile as the two of them broke apart, though leaving their fingers linked together as they headed around the back of the bar to a service alleyway so that they could apparate without being seen.Damon had purposefully left a blind spot in the security cameras to give him a place to apparate in and out; he had done so in every one of his properties so that he could access them all with ease.“Who is she? It isn’t going to be like Jaylon is it?” Micha asked, a little concerned. The horrific conditions that they had found Jaylon in had been a lot to handle for Micha, though he had been running on adrenaline at the time. He didn’t want to go into another situation like that one.“No, it won’t be anything like last time,” Damon said confidently. “Fenrir was asked to bite this girl when she was a young child. Her parents discovered that she had a rare form of childhood cancer; magic couldn’t save her but there was a small chance that the werewolf genealogy could. I believe the deal was that he would bite her and if she survived and became one of us then she would join the pack when she was sixteen.”“I’m guessing she survived then?” Micha asked with a smile. It was nice to hear that some of their kind did get happy endings of sorts. This girl was supposed to have died in childhood, never getting the chance to live her life; by becoming one of them it had given her a second chance that she was never meant to have.“She did,” Damon said with a smile as the two of them came to a stop at the designated apparition point, “and as per the agreement they were left alone to raise their daughter and enjoy having her in their lives but it’s time to bring her into the pack now and that’s our job.”“I wonder what she’s like,” Micha mused as Damon pulled him closer and held on to him tightly.“Let’s go and find out,” Damon said as he disapparated.FGHPMicha looked around curiously at the neighbourhood they had arrived in; it looked to be respectable and well tended to, the houses all seeming to be quite large and excellent condition. It felt strange to imagine that a werewolf lived here, but apparently this was where Fenrir had instructed them to come and Micha trusted both his Alpha and his mate.“Is she a witch?” Micha asked curiously; Damon had said that magic had been unable to save her from the cancer, and that they had known about werewolves, but this place just looked so… muggle.“She is,” Damon confirmed, though he could see why Micha had asked the question. His focus, however, was on trying to locate the right house as they made their way along the street; even being sure that this was going to be easier than what had happened with Jaylon, he was keen to get off the street as soon as possible before they might draw attention to themselves. “This one,” he said, looking both ways before quickly pulling Micha across the road.“This one?” Micha asked, as his mate led his towards one of the houses and up the driveway. The house certainly didn’t look any different from the others on the street, but he had no reason to doubt his mate.“Apparently,” Damon said, as they headed towards the front door. He had, of course, never actually been here before, but this was definitely where Fenrir had said they would find her. There was only really one way to find out for certain though, and so he knocked on the door as they reached it.A few minutes later the door was opened, and a blond middle aged woman looked at them curiously; Micha rather thought that it seemed like this woman was not used to having visitors turn up on her doorstep. “Can I help you?” she asked, her tone soft.“Mrs Page?” Damon asked, wanting to be sure that he was speaking to the right person before he started talking about any of the things they needed to discuss.“Yes,” she confirmed hesitantly, “and you are?”“My name’s Damon, this is my mate Micha,” he told her, hoping that she might pick up on his wording and figure out what they were; it would be better if they could talk inside, in privacy. “Perhaps we could come in?” he requested.“Oh, oh, right,” she said, looking a little flustered, stepping aside and gesturing for the two of them to come inside the house. The two of them did so, looking around the entrance hallway as Mrs Page closed the door behind them. “I was sort of expecting Fenrir to return, but I assume you are… friends of his?”“He needed to stay with the pack,” Damon confirmed, “but he trusted us enough to send us in his place,” he assured her, hoping that she wasn’t going to try and deny them access to Robin simply because they weren’t Fenrir.“Right, of course,” she said, leading them through into the living room, which was just off the hallway. “Please, have a seat,” she told them, gesturing to the sofas. “My husband is at work, but Robin is upstairs.”“We would very much like to meet her,” Micha said with a kind smile to the woman. He couldn’t imagine ever having to face a child of his dying and the only option to save her being losing her all over again when she turned sixteen. He didn’t think that he would have been able to do it.“Oh,” Mrs Page said as if she hadn’t been expecting this, “of course you would. Please, take a seat, I’ll fetch her.”Damon nodded and took a seat, Micha sitting next to him, taking Damon’s hand within his own, feeling a little apprehensive. He wasn’t sure why but he had a bad feeling in his stomach that was making him a little uncomfortable.“Do you think she’s nice?” Micha asked his mate in a hushed whisper; Damon squeezed the submissive’s hand in return, turning to smile at him.“I’m sure she’s lovely,” Damon reassured. He truly had no idea what she was going to be like but she hoped that she would blend well into the pack. He had never encountered a situation such as this before and he couldn’t be sure how she would react.Both Harry and Clay had been raised in traditional homes with walls, beds and luxuries that they just couldn’t afford or were just impossible in the territory such as central heating and running water. The two boys had adapted remarkably well but Damon knew they had been lucky, even with Harry’s shaky start because sometimes the transition just didn’t go that swimmingly.“I don’t want to see them,” a stroppy voice said from out in the hallway, causing both Damon and Micha to share concerned looks. “Fenrir was supposed to be the one to come for me, not some peasants.”“Did she just call us peasants?” Micha asked in a hushed whisper as the conversation in the hallway continued.“Robin, that isn’t polite,” her mother chastised, though it wasn’t harsh at all, if anything Mrs Page sounded tired and weak from it all. Damon didn’t think that this was a very good omen for what was to come.“I don’t care, HE was meant to come,” Robin insisted forcefully, her voice getting louder, “if he can’t even be bothered to come here and get me himself when I’m supposed to be his mate then I’m not going.”At this Micha and Damon exchanged looks of alarms, this was going to be a rather rude awakening for the young girl if that was what she believed. Damon wasn’t sure where she had heard such an idea, because he was certain that Fenrir would never have said such a thing; Harry had been the Alpha’s intended mate since before Fenrir had even met Robin or her family.“I am sure these people are lovely,” Mrs Page insisted wearily. “I am sure they will take you to see him right away. Why don’t you at least come and say hello?” she suggested pleadingly.“No, I will be upstairs,” Robin told her mother, and Damon and Micha heard footsteps head back up, before Mrs Page returned to the living room looking rather embarrassed.“I think she is just a little upset,” Mrs Page told them. “She was expecting your Alpha to come and fetch her personally, and I rather think she was looking forward to meeting him.”“We’ll go speak to her,” Damon said, getting to his feet, Micha following suit. He half wanted for his mate to stay downstairs while he had a few strong words with Robin, but he wasn’t letting Micha out of his sight while they were in this unknown house.“Oh, I am not sure…” Mrs Page started to say, but Damon raised his hand and cut her off.“She is going to be part of our pack, that will mean her learning to do as she is told,” Damon explained firmly. He was definitely worried about the attitude that she had showed so far, and it seemed that Robin’s mother was not at all used to standing up to her daughter. He wondered if that might be down to knowing their time together would be so limited, but either way, it was not going to make Robin’s transition into the pack any easier.“She just has a very strong mind,” Mrs Page tried to tell them, following as the two men headed out into the hall, and up the stairs.“So do all of our pack mates,” Damon told her. “However, Fenrir will not tolerate disrespect or disobedience from anyone and she will learn her place in the pack quickly,” he explained as he reached the landing and headed towards the room with ‘Robin’ written on the door. He was sure that Mrs Page would misinterpret his words, and assume that place would mean as Fenrir’s mate, but at this point he honestly didn’t care all that much and was more focused on the problems that he was sure they would have if and when they could get Robin back to the territory.“Robin,” Damon said as he pushed open the door to her bedroom slowly, and saw the teenager lounging on her bed with a scowl on her face and clearly sulking in a way that only a teenager really can.“Get out!” Robin shouted, turning to glare at the two men and her mother, who were standing at the entrance of her room. “Leave me alone,” she said petulantly.“No,” Damon told her, stepping into the room. The first thing this young lady was going to have to get used to, if there was any chance of her coping in the pack at all, was sharing her living space with others. “Get up, and gather up your essentials,” he instructed her. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”“I don’t want to go anywhere today, I’m tired,” Robin told him. “You can tell Fenrir to come get me another day,” she said with a wave of her hand.“Do we really have to take her with us?” Micha asked his mate in a whisper, tucking himself into Damon’s side and watching the girl with a worried expression. He tended to like most people, but he wasn’t sure he liked this girl at all, and he didn’t like the idea of her believing she was going to be Fenrir’s mate, and he didn’t want to give her a chance to even try to take Fenrir from Harry.“Yes, we do,” Damon told him with a frown. “She will learn, trouble, don’t worry,” he promised, pressing a kiss to his mate’s temple.“Ew gross,” Robin said wrinkling her nose in disgust at the sight of the affection between the two men.“Excuse me, young lady?” Damon asked sternly, detaching himself from Micha and moving closer to the bed. Robin sat herself up quickly, glaring at him, but clearly unused to actually be challenged on anything she did. “We will not tolerate such an attitude in the pack,” he informed her.“But it’s disgusting,” she protested. Neither of the men were bad looking in her opinion, but the idea of them being together was just weird and wrong.“Then you’re not going to like the Alpha,” Damon told her firmly, taking hold of her arm and pulling her to her feet. “Now start gathering the things you needs we are leaving in eight minutes,” he said pushing her gently in the direction of her wardrobe.“You can’t just manhandle me like that,” Robin said, holding her own arm where Damon had been a moment before. “And I am sure I will love the Alpha, just like he will love me,” she said smugly, crossing her arms over her chest, holding her chin high.“Seven minutes,” Damon warned, fed up with the attitude Robin had. It certainly made him aware of how grown up Harry and Clay had become, because he hadn’t had to parent either of them like this in quite some time.“No,” Robin argued stubbornly. She didn’t have to do anything this man told her to, and they would soon have to learn to respect her when she took her rightful place at the Alpha’s side.“Then you can come with us now and take nothing with you,” Damon told her bluntly. This girl had obviously been pampered to, but that had to end now if there was any chance of her being able to be a full true member of their pack. He was finding her attitude intolerable, he could only imagine how Fenrir or Jenson would react.“Mother, you had better tell them,” Robin said, turning to her mother, who was stood near the doorway, look both nervous and a little upset.“No, Robin,” her mother said sadly with a shake of her head. “This was the arrangement, I’m sorry.” She wished she could keep her daughter with her, but she had always known that this was how long they had; Robin had known that too.“You can’t tell me no,” Robin exclaimed; her mother never said no. “These people are barbaric, I’m not going anywhere until Fenrir comes to get me himself,” she insisted.“You don’t mean that much to him, he has other things to worry about,” Damon said dismissively, not willing to pamper to any of Robin’s delusional thinking.“Of course I mean something to him,” Robin insisted, looking at Damon as though he was crazy. “I mean everything to him,” she stated confidently.“Just get some clothes,” Damon insisted, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. He had a feeling that the next few days, at least, were going to be very trying.“Fine,” Robin huffed, pulling out a fairly large suitcase and starting to fill it with clothing and other items from her wardrobe.“Finally,” Micha said with relief, “and we thought Harry was bad when he first came into the pack.” He leaned into his mate’s side, as Damon came back over to him. He did feel a little sorry for Robin’s mother, who was standing in the doorway still, but there was nothing they could really do for her. At least this way she would be able to see her daughter in the future.“You should have seen what eleven year old Harry was like if you told him no,” Damon said with a wry smile. Harry had thrown a few good temper tantrums in his time, but he had a feeling that Robin was going to be a whole different sort of trouble. “Five minutes,” he added with a glance towards Robin, who now seemed to be gathering items from her dressing table and packing those too.Micha couldn’t help but smile as he pictured a young Harry lying on the ground crying and screaming at how unfair everyone was because someone had told him he couldn’t have brownies or something. Harry had grown up though, even if a lot of that had only been recently, so he let that give him hope that Robin would be able to learn too.“Fine, I’m done,” Robin declared grumpily, as she zipped up her now full suitcase and looked expectantly at the two men. “Well… Are we going?” she demanded to know.“Yes, we are,” Damon confirmed, trying to keep calm despite the rude tone this girl insisted on using. He had forgotten how infuriating some teenagers could be and thanked the fates that Clayton was generally laid back and easy-going the majority of the time. “Can we apparate from inside your home?” he asked as he turned to Mrs Page.“Oh, we have wards to prevent that in most of the house,” she told him; it was fairly standard in most magical homes after all. “You can from the studio downstairs though.”“Thank you,” Damon said kindly; Mrs Page might not have raised Robin to be the young lady they had expected but she had been nothing but polite to them. “Perhaps you should send for your husband, as I am sure he will want to see Robin off as well,” he said, knowing that it was not going to be easy for them to let their child go.“Yes, yes,” she agreed. “I will be right back,” she said, hurrying off out of the room.“We should move downstairs and wait for your parents there,” Damon instructed, gesturing for Robin to go ahead of them. He wasn’t going to let her find more excuses to delay them.“You can carry my suitcase,” Robin said to Damon, as though he should be grateful.“I don’t think so,” he said, giving a snort of amusement at just how entitled this young lady really was. “Either you carry it yourself, or it stays here,” he informed her, quite sure that she might not have made her suitcase so heavy if she had realised she was going to be expected to carry it herself.“I hate you,” Robin said petulantly, as she took the handle of her suitcase and started to pull it out of the room, stamping her feet a little as she went.“I think you upset her,” Micha said quietly, chuckling to himself as they followed her back into the hallway. He knew he should probably be worried about what this was going to mean for their pack, but he couldn’t get over how funny he was finding it.“Trouble, I really don’t care,” Damon said with a frown, not at all amused by Robin’s rudeness and arrogance. “She will need to learn to take care of herself if she’s going to survive in the pack.”“I can’t wait for Fenrir to meet her, that is going to be so much fun,” Micha said with a little giggle. He was rather enjoying seeing this stern paternal side of his mate.“I don’t think that she’ll know what hit her when she meets Fenrir,” Damon said, watching as Robin lifted up her suitcase with some difficulty and moved it down the first step. He moved himself and Micha to the top of the stairs; he wanted to be fairly close to the teenager just in case she genuinely couldn’t manage, because as much as he wanted her to take care of herself, he didn’t want her injured.She had to manoeuvre it one step at a time, but to her credit Robin was actually managing to get her case down the stairs. It was a struggle, and about half way down the stairs she misjudged one of the steps; Micha gasped, as it looked like she and the suitcase were both going to tumble down the stairs, but Damon, only on the step above her reached out and caught her by the wrist.Robin looked stunned for a few seconds but quickly managed to find her balance. “Get off me,” she snapped angrily, pulling her wrist free from his hold with not a shred of gratitude at having been saved from what could have been a nasty fall. It made Damon even more certain that he was right to have her attempt this by herself.It took them quite a while to reach the bottom, and so Damon and Micha were not particularly surprised to see Mrs Page arrive back, with her husband in tow, just moments later.“You must take her today?” Mr Page asked, looking between the two men who were stood behind his sulking daughter. They had known this day was coming, and had been waiting for it since her sixteenth birthday some seven months earlier, but that didn’t mean it was going to be any easier to let their daughter go.“Fenrir has said that she must return with us today,” Damon confirmed with a nod of his head, fighting the urge to apologise to these people. There was no need to say sorry, they had known that this day was coming, they had had sixteen beautiful years with their daughter, loving her, spoiling her. They were years that they never should have had but now was the time to say goodbye.“The pack is lovely,” Micha said, wanting to try and reassure this couple that their daughter was going to be in safe hands and hopefully she would be happy there eventually as well. “We take care of everyone, Fenrir is the best Alpha anyone could ask for.”“Of course he is,” Robin snipped, “he’s got me to be his mate,” she added somewhat pompously. “Daddy, carry my suitcase for me, these oafs made me take it all the way down the stairs myself. The bigger one almost knocked me down the stairs too.”“He did not,” Micha said angrily, not going to let her give these people such an impression of his mate, “you almost fell and he saved you!” Damon was one of the most caring people he had ever met, and it hurt him to hear Robin making such accusations.“Micha, it’s fine,” Damon said calmly, “let her believe what she wants.” He knew that Robin was just acting out, and he didn’t think it would do any of them any good to get into an argument with the obviously difficult and stubborn young lady right now.“I’ll show you to the apparition point,” Mr Page said with a sigh, picking up his daughter’s rather heavy suitcase and leading the way to the studio.Neither Mr nor Mrs Page wanted to bid farewell to their daughter, not really; however, they knew that they had not been the best parents to her. They had over indulged and it had not done them or Robin any favours. They had just been so happy for her to be alive and they had found it hard to control that happiness.Saying goodbye to her today was going to be bitter sweet. They were going to miss her, there was no doubt about that, but it was a chance for them to start their lives over. It couldn’t have come at a better time for the middle-aged couple, who had just found out that they were expecting another baby, a miracle baby that they thought they couldn’t have. Together they could start again, knowing that their first child was well cared for and exactly where she needed to be.“Mother, please, I don’t want to go,” Robin said, turning to her mother, pleading with her. “I love you, mummy, please can I stay here?”Damon genuinely couldn’t believe just how manipulative Robin was being and he could see how Mrs Page was struggling to let her daughter go. “I’m sorry,” she said, unable to look at Robin, her head bowed, staring at the floor as her husband came to stand behind her, trying to be strong for the both of them.“Daddy, don’t let them take me,” Robin said, looking to her father now that she knew her mother would be of no help to her.“This was the deal we made,” Mr Page said firmly; he was grateful for what Fenrir had done, it would have destroyed him to lose his daughter but they had had their time with her and now that she was sixteen she needed to be with her own kind where she could have a life. She could never have a normal life like what they had, not as a werewolf. This was the right thing to do.“I hate you, I hate you both!” Robin suddenly shouted, angry that her parents would just abandon her like this. It wasn’t fair, she deserved so much better than this. She deserved to be worshipped and so far these barbaric creatures had done a very poor job of it, making her carry her own bag and everything, it just wasn’t going to work.“I think that perhaps if you aren’t going to say goodbye civilly then we should leave,” Damon said, not liking the way the teenage girl spoke to her parents. She would be just another pack member when she arrived in the territory, expected to help cook, clean up and take care of the day-to-day chores and responsibilities in the pack along with everyone else. Damon had a feeling that Robin hadn’t lifted a finger to help in her entire life.“No, I don’t want to go with you,” Robin said stubbornly, folding her arms over her chest and turning away from the two male werewolves, who were getting a little sick and tired of the attitude already.“Goodbye, Robin,” Mrs Page said with tears in her eyes. Mr Page said nothing, holding his wife close as Damon took hold of Micha under one arm, cuddling him close.“Grab your bag or it gets left behind,” Damon warned, taking hold of Robin’s arm. The young girl hastily took hold of her bag, not wanting to leave any of her precious possessions behind as they disapparated back to the territory.FGHPMost of the Greyback pack were gathered around the fire in their territory, waiting for Damon and Micha to return. Lukas and Jenson had both opted not to go to work, knowing that the new pack member would be with them shortly, and wanting to be there when she arrived.Niko was particularly excited to meet the newcomer, and had been following Fenrir around the clearing asking him questions about Robin; some of which the Alpha had even answered. Tessie and Callie were sat with Jaylon, and had spent the last half an hour or so speculating what the new pack member might be like, and both agreed that it would be good to have another female pack member, so that they weren’t quite so outnumbered.“Fenrir, Alpha, Fenrir,” Niko said excitedly, when there was a distinctive sound of people arriving at the apparition point. They had all heard it and the pack members had turned to look in the direction it had come from.“Stay behind me,” Fenrir instructed the ten-year-old firmly; he was sure that it would be Damon and Micha returning with Robin, but he wasn’t going to take any chances with the hyperactive pup, just in case it was someone else. “Jenson, stay here,” he added to his beta as he headed towards the tree line, Niko on his heels.There would be no point telling Niko to stay behind, the ten year old followed him everywhere. Normally this would be something that Fenrir would have found highly irritating but when it came to Niko he couldn’t get annoyed with him; he actually found that the young boy reminded him of his mate a little so he genuinely didn’t mind him being there.The Alpha and his little shadow didn’t make it all the way to the tree line before a harassed looking Damon appeared, Micha under one arm trying not to giggle.“Where is she?” Fenrir asked, about to get annoyed if Damon had failed to bring her back for a second time.“She’s coming,” Micha said, unable to hold back his smile as he peeked over his shoulder to where he could just about see Robin lugging her suitcase through the wilderness. The stupid girl had opted to wear black leather boots with a rather impressive stiletto heel and she was struggling with all the roots, sticks and stones underfoot.“She’s a firecracker,” Damon said as he lead Micha towards the fire, wanting to get a good seat so that he could watch the fireworks as they unfolded. Fenrir had wanted Robin here and, now she was, he was going to have to deal with that."Those two need to be punished, they made me carry my own suitcase and were so rude," Robin said as she reached the Alpha, recognising him as what he was, the leader of the pack, instantly. Fenrir just looked at the sixteen year old as if she were delusional because that was exactly what she was.“No,” he stated simply. He was quite certain that neither Damon or Micha would have been rude, and he saw no problem with her carrying her own things. He had no intentions of punishing Damon or Micha; he only punished his pack members when it was truly needed.“Excuse me,” Robin said in disbelief, “of course you’re going to punish them, I’ve said you have to you.”“You’re rude,” Niko said, glaring at the girl from behind the Alpha.“No one asked you,” Robin said snootily, before turning back to Fenrir. “You have to punish them, and someone needs to find somewhere safe for my belongings,” she said, gesturing to the large suitcase next to her.“Your stuff will be with everyone else’s,” Fenrir informed her, starting to realise why Damon had been so keen to leave him to deal with her. However, he had no intention of tolerating her obvious attitude problem.“No, I require somewhere special for it,” Robin stated, confused about why the Alpha was being like this. “It’s more important than everyone else’s things,” she tried to explain, needing to make him understand.“Is she serious?” Niko asked, looking up at the Alpha with genuine confusion on his face. The pack members were all so lovely to each other, and to him, and so he didn’t understand why they would want this rude girl to be one of them.“You are not special here,” Fenrir informed her, ignoring Niko’s question. He needed to deal with Robin first and the young boy was used to not getting answers to most of the things he asked anyway.“Of course I am,” Robin exclaimed incredulously, unable to believe what she was hearing and looking at Fenrir as though he was mad. “I’m going to be your mate,” she pointed out.“No, you are here to protect my mate,” Fenrir corrected, looking at her strangely. He had no clue as to where she had got such an idea, because that was never going to happen; she was there to be part of the pack and to keep Harry safe, nothing more.“I don’t think so,” Robin told him pompously. She knew that she was going to be the Alpha mate; that was who she had been raised to be, even if Fenrir had somehow forgotten that. “I’m going to be your mate, my parents told that that was why you bit me,” she said, hoping to remind him.“I bit you so you didn’t die,” Fenrir said dismissively. “You are a member of the pack, like everyone else.” It was clear that this girl was expecting some kind of special treatment but she was going to have to learn quickly that that would not be happening.Robin stared at him in shock, quite certain that she had misheard him. “But…” she started to protest, confused about what was going on; however the Alpha swiftly cut her off.“Go sit,” Fenrir instructed, pointing towards the fire and log benches where the rest of the pack were. He had already had enough of this girl’s attitude, and was determined to put her in her place.Robin pouted. “I don’t want…” she started to say, but she was rapidly pushing the Alpha to the limits of his patience, and he cut her off sharply.“Now!” Fenrir snapped, gesturing towards the fire, where the pack were sat watching them. She had already ignored a direct instruction and so he didn’t want there to be any doubt that this was an order; she was going to learn to behave.“We could go and… you know,” Robin started to say, putting a sweet smile on her face as she stepped up closer to the Alpha, giving her hair a flick and fluttering her eyelashes at him; however, Fenrir was not at all amused or impressed.“Move,” he snarled at her through clenched teeth, taking hold of her by the arm and all but dragging her across the clearing towards the others, leaving the suitcase behind.“You’re hurting me!” Robin exclaimed in surprise, trying to pry the fingers from her arm, where Fenrir was holding her quite firmly. She really didn’t understand what was happening, why he was being so mean to her and saying such horrible things. She had waited her whole life for this day and he was ruining everything.“Sit,” Fenrir commanded, using his hold on her to make sure she did as she was told, sitting her, rather forcefully, on one of the benches, close to Jenson. Releasing her, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a look that all but challenged her to try and move from that spot.“You can’t manhandle me like that, you big bully!” Robin exclaimed, rubbing at her arm where he had grabbed her. “I’m meant to be your mate!” she cried out, feeling a little hysterical; it was wrong, all wrong, and she just wanted them to understand how it was meant to be.“You’re not,” Fenrir told her in no uncertain terms; whatever her parents had told her, Robin was never going to be his mate. “I have a mate,” he told her, thinking of his Harry; this petulant and arrogant girl would never match up to his amazing submissive.“I’m better than her,” Robin tried to argue. She had never met this other mate, of course, not even having known of their existence before today, but she knew this beyond doubt; she was quite certain that no one could be a better mate than her.“Harry’s a boy, stupid,” Niko piped up, having stayed close to the Alpha. He was liking this girl less and less, particularly now she was being mean about Harry. Niko knew that there were lots of things he didn’t understand, but at least he didn’t say stupid and mean things like Robin did.“Oh gross, that’s disgusting,” Robin said looking as appalled as she sounded. “Don’t you want a woman?” she asked, meeting the Alpha’s eye. “I mean seriously, why would you want a guy when you could have me?”“Be quiet,” Fenrir snarled at her angrily. “You will respect me. You will respect my mate.” This was the very minimum of what would be expected of her.“Harry’s awesome,” Niko said defensively, glaring at Robin, his stance matching that of the large Alpha next to him. “And you are just a rude meanie.”“Whatever you’ve been told, Harry is Fenrir’s mate, and therefore one half of this pack’s Alpha pair,” Jenson said firmly, from where he was sat just a little bit down from Robin. He had a disapproving scowl on his face, but thought that they were going to get nowhere between Fenrir’s bluntness, Niko’s insults and Robin’s apparent inability to listen or think before opening her mouth.“But it was supposed to be me,” Robin pleaded, feeling very confused about how things had become so muddled, and why Fenrir wasn’t delighted at the prospect of making her his own; she knew she was beautiful after all.“No, it never was,” Callie told her, her voice soft; she didn’t like how this girl was acting but it was clear that she had been mislead. “I suggest you start behaving a little more respectfully towards us as a pack.”“Yeah, I really don’t need your suggestions,” Robin snarled, turning to glare at the woman who had spoken. She was talking with Fenrir, and everyone else just needed to stay out of it while she got the Alpha to understand how things were meant to be.“Watch your mouth,” Jenson snarled, reaching out and wrapping his hand around the back of Robin’s neck, causing her to cry out in both surprise and alarm. “That is my mate, and I am your Beta. You will learn respect.”“No one tells me what to do,” Robin insisted through clenched teeth, as she tried in vain to push him off of her.“You’re very wrong there, don’t push your luck,” Jenson growled at her, having had more than enough of this girl’s bratty attitude; it was certainly making him very glad for his own daughter’s sweet, thoughtful and generally calm temperament.“Get your hands off me,” Robin insisted, but Jenson had other ideas. He used his hold on her to move her forward, off the log, until she had no choice but to fall to her knees. “Stop it!” she protested.“Submit to your Alpha,” Jenson instructed, now that the girl was knelt before Fenrir; he ignored her struggled protests, her attempts to pry his fingers off of her and simply held her there. “Submit!” he instructed firmly, Fenrir standing over them glaring furiously.“I won’t, I won’t,” Robin was practically screaming, trying to get up from the filthy mud that was under her knees, probably completely ruining her favourite pair of jeans. And they were all watching her; this red-headed guy was making a fool out of her and he just wouldn’t let go.Lukas and Tessie had stood up at the girl’s screams for them to let her go; poor Jaylon was looking utterly terrified by what was going on, clinging to Tessie, burying his head in her side, not wanting to watch. Callie too was a little shaken, she didn’t much like this side of her mate, it wasn’t a side of him that she had to see very often.Niko was stood at Fenrir’s side and even he had fallen silent as Robin fought and hit out against Jenson, valiantly trying to get him to release her. The ten year old clung to the hem of the Alpha's brown leather jacket, not wanting to show his fear.There were tears streaming down Robin’s cheeks now; she had not honed her werewolf skills and strength as she should have done. Living in luxury as she had been, she had not been training as she should. As such, she was losing her energy very quickly.“Submit,” Fenrir demanded, his voice deep. He continued to stand over her, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Robin’s struggles against the Beta’s hold start to weaken. She was crying in earnest now, but just stubbornly shook her head in refusal.“I won’t, I won’t,” she told them, though she was barely able to hold herself up on her knees anymore and Fenrir was certain that the moment that Jenson let go, she was going to collapse into an exhausted heap on the floor.“Submit,” Jenson said again. He could tell she was close to her limit, to just giving up, and for a moment he almost felt bad for pushing her this far so soon after she had come into the pack, but it was a lesson she simply had to learn; they could not allow her attitude and rudeness to go unchallenged.“Stop,” Robin sobbed, “just stop.” She tried to fight off Jenson’s hold, though feebly, but quickly gave up in her exhaustion, her chin falling to her chest as she just cried quietly to herself, trying to work out what had just happened.“Let her go, Jenson,” Callie said softly, moving over to her mate’s side. It was clear that Robin was done fighting for the moment, and she would learn nothing more from the Beta’s continued hold on her. “Come on,” she said, when Jenson released his hold and allowed his mate to lead him back to the bench.“You will respect this pack,” Fenrir instructed the sixteen year old, who had, as he had predicted, all but collapsed to the floor now that she was no longer being held up on her knees.Robin sobbed weakly, but said nothing, as the Alpha moved away from her towards the two men who had collected her. She hated this, it was all wrong, and she didn’t understand why she had been rejected by the Alpha; she had always kept herself pretty, and so she knew he should have wanted her. He would see in time, she would win him for herself, but right now, she needed to just lie there on the ground because she didn’t have the strength to move.Thank you for reading. We hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please do take a moment to leave us a comment to let us know your thoughts.
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Littlepanther – Niko thanks you for the hugs. I hope you enjoyed meeting Robin, we’re pretty sure you didn’t. Tehe. Yep, she is waiting on confirmation from the doctor, but she believes that she is. Yeah, there is definitely a sadness to what happened to Lucius, and how badly it twisted him into the man he has become; but yep, no Draco and Brax if he had stayed with Chloe.
Lord_shadow – Wow, sorry to hear you are kind of in the situation, I hope that everything is okay. And yes, Lukas is very protective of those he loves.
Steph – I hope that this helps with your needs for more. We are always glad to hear we have a new addict.
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