Hi Guys! I'm still working on my 'reading the books' crossover, but this struck my mind, and I needed to start it before I forgot. This doesn't relate to my other story in any way. I don't own anything but the writing and my OC's.

Enjoy!

~Airrynn

Full Moon Meeting

The cover of the treetops threw dappled shadows on the werewolf that raced through the forest, beneath the moon. He ran faster and faster, reveling in the sheer bliss of his run. Moony reached a gap in the trees before skidding to a halt, his ears flicking forward. Someone was nearby.

A twig snapped off to the side, and Moony spun to face that direction, letting out a low growl. Despite his warning, two of his kind stepped into the clearing. Moony broke off his growling abruptly, reeling back slightly in his surprise. A female, yet to reach her full maturity, though she was near, and a cub. They stared at eachother for a brief moment, before the cub spoke up nervously.

"Is he of father's pack, Skiá?"

Skiá turned her head torwards to cub and spoke in a comforting manner. "No Ánemos, he is not. He is a lone wolf. He does not belong to any pack."

"Like us?"

"No, like we were. We have a pack now. Remember that."

"What should we do, then?"

Skiá eyed Moony for a moment. "Go call the Alpha."

"Yes, Skiá."

With that the cub loped away, leaving Skiá alone in the clearing with Moony. The young she-wolf regarded the older male tensely. A loud howl from the cub, Ánemos, was the only sound that broke the silence.

Another howl sounded, farther away, followed by the sound of running paws. Moony noticed that Skiá visibly relaxed. The thudding of paws came closer to the pair swiftly. A dark blur burst from the trees and into the clearing. The Alpha male halted near Skiá, and quickly looked her over. Seemingly satisfied that she was unharmed, the two touched noses affectionately, before the Alpha wheeled around to face the other male, standing protectively in front of the she-wolf. He growled at Moony.

They must be mates, he thought idly. She's the Luna of their pack then. Is the cub theirs?

The Alpha growled again, breaking him out of his thoughts. He quickly bowed his head, showing he meant no harm and didn't want a fight.

"Peace pack-brother, I am a friend."

The Alpha stopped growling and relaxed slightly. "Hello pack-brother, my name is Skotádi. I'm the leader of the Dromeás pack. Who are you?"

"I am known as Moony. I have no pack."

"Moony," Skotádi mused. Then he glanced at the sky. "The sun is rising quickly, pack-brother. We will continue our conversation in our human forms. Ánemos!"

The cub bounded into the clearing just as the sun rose, it's rays demanding the wolves to shift back into humans. It was uncomfortable, the bones and muscles shrinking to fit inside a human's body. Then it was over, and they were once again a man, two boys, and a girl.

Remus stood and studied his three companions in the light of the early morning. In the place of a tawny cub stood a seven year old boy, about 4'5 or 4'6, small for his age. He had messy, sandy blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, and the same amber eyes as his wolf form.

Next to him stood the Luna. Where there had been a gray wolf was a girl of about thirteen, with long, dark brown hair with the same amber eyes, and tanned skin as the cub. She too, was small for her age, only about 5 feet at the most, but she was lithe like a gymnast or a runner.

The human form of Skotádi stood in front. He was taller than the other two, about 5'4, and looked to be around a year older than his mate. Unlike the others, he had a light olive skin tone, and shared the same dark eyes, almost black, as his wolf. His hair was inky black, a bit darker than his wolf's fur, which was dark brown.

Remus smiled at them. "You charmed your clothes?" he asked gesturing to their outfits. The boys wore jeans, and the girl wore a peasant skirt and blouse.

The girl smiled back gently. "Yeah. You too, I assume," she pointed to his worn pants.

The Alpha interrupted, "Wait. You're a wizard and your wolf's name is Moony. Are you by any chance Remus Lupin?"

Remus was surprised and a little wary that they knew who he was. "I am."

The Luna stepped forward. "Mr. Lupin, my name is Lupe, this is my half-brother Lycan," she gestured to the cub, "And my mate Nico di'Angelo."

Nico started talking. "My cousin told us to find you and tell you our story. She said you might be able to help us, and us, you."

Remus thought for a moment before responding. "I'm willing to listen, how about we go back to my house and get something to eat while we talk."

All three of them looked relieved. "That's perfect," said Lupe. "Lead the way."

"So what's your story?" Remus was pouring tea for Lupe, Nico, and himself. He gave Lycan a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.

Both Lupe and Nico sighed. "Please just be open-minded and hear us out," Lupe implored.

"Alright."

"Have you ever read Greek mythology?"

"Yes, I have."

"What was to most common thing the gods did in the stories? They had kids with mortals. Now what if I told you that the stories were real and the gods are still around?"

"I'd say that they haven't changed."

"Exactly."

"Wait, your saying..."

Nico started to explain, "Most of the stories are true. The gods, the monsters, the demigods. Olympus moves with the heart of the west. Right now that's America. The monsters hunt down the demigods, so we train with weapons so that we can survive. a force called the Mist keeps mortals from finding out."

"I think that I believe you. May I ask who your godly parent is then?"

"Hades. Lord of the Underworld and all of that."

Lupe took over. "Lycan and I, our parent isn't a god. He's immortal, but not a god. Our dad's Lycaon, the original werewolf. He turned Nico when Nico tried to keep him from hurting me."

Nico grimaced at the memory but continued the story, "Most of the demigods and gods abandoned us. My cousin on the godly side, Hecate, the goddess of magic, gave us her blessing, and told us to find you. Speaking about that, do you mind telling us where we are exactly?"

"The forest we were in was part of Cairngorms National Park. You're in Scotland."

Lupe looked the most shocked out of the two. "Scotland! But we were-"

Nico cut her off with a gentleness he only showed to a few. "Lupe, after a while you get used to it. Hecate is a goddess, the patron of magic at that. It's not that surprising that we ended up in Scotland."

Lupe huffed, but her eyes showed only affection for her mate. "Okay, but what did Hecate mean that we can help each other?"

Remus broke in, "That I think I might know. You said that you have the goddess of magic's blessing correct?" Lupe and Nico nodded. "Then you should be able to pass as witch and wizard. You can stay with me, and you can go to the wizarding school that I'll be teaching at this year."

Nico and Lupe looked at each other before coming to a decision. "Okay," said Lupe, "But what can we do to help you?"

Remus frowned slightly. "How many are in your pack?"

Nico was a little startled at the question, "Only us three, why?"

Remus smiled ruefully. "I've never been in a pack, you know, and I've been living on my own for a while now. I was wondering," here he paused nervously, "if I could join your pack?"

Both of the younger wolves were surprised, but Lupe quickly smiled at him. "Of course Mr. Lupin! We would be glad to welcome you to our pack."

Nico nodded his agreement. "You will have to be initiated. You need to swear an oath, and you'll receive the mark of our pack." He showed Remus his right arm: on the inside, just above the elbow, was a brown tattoo of a leafy tree, with a Greek letter -delta- etched in the trunk, and a full moon above. "Ready?"

Remus nodded. Lupe had him recite the oath.

"I, Remus John Lupin, swear on the River Styx and my life to obey my Alpha and his Luna. I swear to protect the other members of the Dromeás Pack, to mentor the cubs, and to be a part of their family." Thunder rumbled overhead, and Lupe pressed her palm to his upper arm. There was a slight tingling sensation, causing Remus to shiver a little, before she removed her hand.

Nico spoke formally, "Welcome pack-brother, to the Dromeás Pack. Your formal name will be Fengári Dromeás, Moon Runner."

Lupe grinned, "We'll still call you Moony, though. I like it, the new name fits you, as well as the old one."

Lycan looked up from his cookies. "You joined! That's really cool, Mr. Lupin!" He gave Remus a sloppy smile, his face covered with cookie crumbs.

Remus laughed outright, "You don't have to call me that, you can call me," he paused, not sure what to say.

Lycan frowned, then decided, "I'm gonna call you Uncle Remmy. Is that okay?"

"It's perfect."