This one shot/short story is not based off of any characters in the universe, but only the idea of a werewolf pack. I like the system used for werewolves in Harry Potter, but they never got much screen time apart from Fenrir and Lupin (which are both rather obviously wolfish names). Here is my take on the life of a werewolf. Review as you will. This could notably be on fictionpress, but it would waste needless time explaining the werewolf system, as well as magic. It just fits for the harry potter universe.

Caledwyn. So much for blessed.

This wasn't the first time thoughts like that had crossed through the mind of young Caledwyn Nefis. He hadn't felt blessed. In 25 years of living, 20 of them were a living hell. Blessed. Ha ha. Funny joke, universe. In fact it's so darn funny, I think I'll cry.

Times like these, Cale thought he might as well just give up and go completely insane. Why not? Going completely wolfish couldn't be so bad. Greyback did it. Sure, he was stark raving mad, but hey, his life was so screwed up, going insane couldn't be so bad.

Times like these, he had to try hard to just keep going. Focus. His wolfish side told him to live, even though his weaker human wanted it to just end. That was how they kept going. Wolves always did have a bit stronger of a survival instincts than humans. That, most of his kind agreed, was what kept most of the population alive. Pure instinct. Yeah, funny joke, universe.

On the hunt again. Moon out. Running, always running. Hunting, biting, tearing the flesh...

Cale woke from his "dream" smacking his head on a post above him, some person he had never met, slowly bleeding beside him. They were lucky. He hadn't caught up till the dawn. Now, they just had to get some help. This didn't happen every time, at least, Cale was fairly certain it didn't. You couldn't be sure. There was always that question. Who did I curse? Who have I ruined? It always came, eventually. In the papers and news, or in a flash of nightmare, or even from the person he had bitten. If he was near, he sometimes even talked to the people. As he did now.

Cale first mended the two lines of puncture wounds along the torso of the person he now recognized as a woman. "Are you awake?" He asked, his voice still croaking from the howls that had sounded only hours before.

"Mhng...?" She was still waking up, still groggy from the poison in her system. "Where'm I?"

"A barn"

"Who are you?" She was starting to grow nervous. People of opposite gender always were. After all, they didn't remember what happened. For all they knew they had just been raped.

"Your guide." Cale said. Anyone bitten, if they were still around, had to have someone show them their way around. Some of them tried to continue normal life, but almost all came back to the packs in the end. Almost all.

"What?" the girl was more confused then ever. "Who are you?"

"Not now." Cale said, and whipping out his wand, he stunned her. Hoisting her up on his shoulder, he headed off to the place he had transformed, walking quickly, even with the weight on his back. In about 15 minutes, he reached his destination, laying the girl down in a small copse of trees that protected his few belongings from outside view. He had taken his isolation to the extreme, not even renting out rooms to live in. With magic, it wasn't so bad, and he had his pack for company, prickly and wolfish though they sometimes were.

Waking her up with a quick mutter of "Ennervate" he leaned against the side of a tree, facing his latest "victim."

"Who are you" The girl asked again, fear creeping into her voice, "What do you want?" She was quickly growing hysterical. He wasn't surprised. Even if she didn't remember the details, she probably still had some kind of subconscious recollection of his attack.

"I am Cale." Cale said. This explanation was never easy. He had to keep his wand ready, just in case. "And I, am a werewolf." Everyone reacted differently when he told them. Some just freaked out, and tried to get away. Some held no such predigest and stayed, not realizing what that entailed. The worst ones were people who figured out why they had been knocked out. This girl looked to be one of them. He could tell she knew what last night was, what the full moon could mean.

"W-werewolf?" She said, stumbling over her words, "But... no. I can't. No!"

"Get over it" Cale said. He hated these stupid melodramatics. "It could be worse." There were people who weren't attacked quite so close to the dawn. Some of them died, but the ones that lived were violently disfigured. They almost always had large and visible scars, and sometimes even diseases and other internal complications.

"Worse?! How could it get much worse than this?" The girl was shouting now, crying. Hysterical. Most were once they realized what they had become. Cale didn't really understand the big deal. Sure, it made life a bit harder, but you were still alive. You would still have your pack, your family. In the time before the current system, back in the dark days of the first and second wars, you were either a servant of Voldemort, or dead.

That had been only five years ago, and Cale had joined the dark lords forces. He had no choice in the matter really. Or at least he told himself he didn't, when he remembered what he had done. Murder as an uncontrolled wolf was one thing, but when you set that on innocents, purposefully, it was just evil.

"I could have killed you." Cale finally said, coming out of his thoughts. "For all you know, I might still."

That shut her up. Always did. Most people were even more frightened of death than they were of werewolves. "But I won't. I don't kill as a human."

"So it's okay when you... transform?" She said, contempt in her voice "As long as you can blame it on someone else, killing is fine?"

"Actually, yes it is." People asked that sometimes too. They didn't seem to get that the wolf and the man were distinct.

She still hadn't really come to grips with what was happening, Cale thought. She still thought as werewolves as something distinct from her. Not anymore. She was part of the pack now, whether she wanted it or not.

"Can I go home?" She asked now, her voice less defiant now, pleading with this unknown man. "Please, just let me go"

"You can go home to gather your things and say goodbye, if you like." Cale said. This girl was much older than he had been. At 18, if not a little older, as it was spring, and school was in session. "You can't stay around humans anymore. You won't be safe."

"Well you still bit me. How much safer is leaving if people can still get attacked and killed?" She would fight to stay at her home. All of the ones older than about 10 did. They had been living in a normal family, in a normal home, going to a normal (as normal as Hogwarts could be) school. They didn't want to leave their life behind.

"I was without my pack. We are different without the pack. One our own, we hunt without need, simply so the wolf can taste blood. But with our brothers and sisters in the pack, we are one. We are unified. We are strong." Cale hadn't appreciated the pack till he was old enough to be let out on his own. He had seen what happened to wolves without their pack. He had seen it all.

I was going to continue, but I think it works better if it's just this. I'll probably expand on this further, especially since I'm about to do a werewolf challenge.