Warning: this story will be SLASH/YAOI. Don't yell at me for writing it, or I will yell at you for reading it. Please take note that Harry is under aged, but then again so is Rafe, if only by a little bit. The pairings are Sirius/Remus and eventual Rafe/Harry. Het pairings will be mentioned, such as Rafe's various relationships and Gabriel/ Vivian,

Notes: This is a crossover with Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause. This chapter explains a lot about the book, but I will try to explain things more as I get to them. Feel free to ask questions. For those of you who have read the book, I will not be changing anything that happened and this story takes place after the events in the book.

My Horrible Summary: After leaving England, Harry gets sick and while trying to cure him, Sirius and Remus come into contact with a werewolf pack living in Vermont. They seek refuge there.

The Five were running through the forest when they saw the man. Rafe led them through the trees. He liked the feeling of danger, excitement that came with running in broad daylight in his wolf form. Any human that saw them would either run screaming or try to shoot them. It was much better than the suburbs that they used to live in. There were too many people there; too much of a risk of being exposed and The Five knew just as every other werewolf did what happened when someone exposes the pack to the humans. They stopped terrorizing people as much as they used to, not that anyone else in the pack noticed. They didn't want to become The Four the same way they had become The Five instead their original number of six.

Although the law says that if someone exposes the pack to the humans, the official sentence is death, some people were exempt from this rule. Rafe snorted thinking about how Vivian, the most eligible female in the pack, got all hung up on some meat-bag and exposed the pack. Of course the meat-bag went and made some silver bullets and they had to move again. She wasn't even in trouble because she was the head bitch. This time Rafe growled a bit, because whenever he thought about Vivian it always led to Gabriel. Gabriel was an outsider that somehow wormed his way into their pack. Vivian hadn't wanted to be his mate, hell, she didn't even know she was fighting for that right. Vivian was supposed to mate with one of The Five. If Rafe had been allowed to participate in the Ordeal then he would be Alpha, not Gabriel and Vivian would be his mate. The stupid fucking laws: two-five-two months, twenty-one years to be considered an adult. It wasn't like he chose to only be seventeen and in highschool, if he hadn't failed out after never attending. Then the asshole had to comment on it, "Having a hard-on doesn't make you an adult, boy". Rafe had always done whatever he wanted, fucked whoever he wanted and while the rest of the pack might dislike him for it, he just didn't care. Even if Ulf never forgave him for hooking up with his mother, Astrid, Rafe would be okay with it.

The Five were running through the forest in their new home when they saw the man. He was standing knee-deep in a small, swampy lake. He was wearing dirt-covered, baggy clothes and his hair was past his shoulders. He was randomly grabbing at the water and pulling out frogs, putting them into a bag he was carrying. They would have just left if the wind hadn't changed directions, blowing the man's scent towards them. He wasn't human. He wasn't one of them, but he definitely wasn't human. To Rafe, he smelled more like a wet dog. Instead of leaving, they followed him.

After a while he got out of the water. He walked barefoot through the forest, still carrying the bag of frogs. Suddenly he stopped walking and tensed. He knew they were there, but he resumed walking.

"Willem, Finn", Rafe called out to the twins in wolf-speak, "Go get Gabriel and tell him that something is in our territory"

As much as Rafe hated telling Gabriel anything, this strange man could be a new non-human, non-werewolf threat. A course of action would be Gabriel's decision. While Willem and Finn ran to get Gabriel, Rafe, Gragory and Ulf continued to follow the stranger. They came to a clearing in the woods, and in the middle was a small tent. The man walked into the tent and stayed there. Rafe lay down to wait for either Gabriel or the man to return.

Gabriel was the one who came first. He was silent, but Rafe smelt him, along with Vivian, her mother Esmé, Astrid, and the twins. That was probably just who had been in the room at the time.

Willem was panting slightly as he trotted up beside Vivian, "He is in there" he said.

Gabriel looked as thoughtful as a wolf could before turning into his human form and putting on some clothes that he had brought with him. "We will not attack unless he attacks first. In this case, violence is not the answer."

The asshole, trying to seem noble and do-gooding. He gave the rest a look that told them change too. They did, the lambs, ready to do anything he asked. The eight human werewolves stood in a semicircle around the entrance to the tent. Rafe, refusing to change, prowled around the outer edge of the circle.

It was not long before a man came out of the tent. No one paid enough attention to question how both men could fit inside a tent of that size. This man was different. He was a werewolf. Though his clothes were in no better shape than the other's, his hair was short. He looked worriedly at the werewolves surrounding his tent before opening his mouth to speak.


Sirius was halfway back to the tent when he finally noticed that he was being followed. Moony had assured him that none of the local packs would cause them any trouble for passing through, but one never knew. He hoped that they didn't notice that he knew they were following him, but they probably saw his momentary pause. He finally got back to the tent.

Sirius opened the tent from the top and stepped into a large greeting hall. It had marble walls and a black and white, marble floor. It was cold, just like everything else about his family. This tent was a two level that used to belong to his father. It had a grand staircase in the center of the first floor. On the rest of the first floor, there were dining rooms, ballrooms, and more greeting rooms with stuffy furniture. The second floor had bedrooms, suites and the kitchen and house-elf rooms. Opening the tent from the top would take you to the first floor and opening it from the bottom would bring you directly to the second floor without having to walk up the steps if you are tired.

Sirius went to the first room on the right.

"Sirius, your back. Was there any trouble finding the frogs?" Remus Lupin, Sirius's mate/boyfriend greeted him worriedly.

"No, there was no trouble with finding the frogs. Has there been any change?" Sirius asked, putting the bag on the ground next to him.

Laying on the couch was a young boy, about thirteen years old. He was Sirius's godson, Harry James Potter. After Peter Pettigrew escaped, Sirius and Remus decided that England was no longer safe and took Harry away. A few days ago, he got sick. They could not explain it or risk going to muggle hospital, because it could be a magical illness. They could not go to a magical hospital either, because they were technically on the run. Remus was trying his best to make a potion to help; that was what the frogs were for. While Remus was mixing frog parts into the mini-cauldron, Sirius sat next to Harry, putting his hands on his forehead, wishing he would get better.

Suddenly, Remus's head snapped up. He sensed that someone was outside. He hoped that there was no trouble. Neither of them was in any condition to fight, as they had spent so much time caring for Harry. The cauldron was simmering, when Remus went outside.