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Background: takes place after the first wizarding war (Artemis is Harry's age) Fenrir was never a death eater; his pack and himself are hidden in an unknown forest. Werewolves age much slower than human after reaching the age of maturity (17). Fenrir in actuality is about 35 but looks 20. It was his father who bit Remus. He is also a wizard and one of the few to attend Hogwarts in the pack although many are magical; teachers teach the children with magic and others the basic knowledge. Picture of some are up on my profile. Leave any comments or thought in reviews please! Cheers!
Broken Chapter 1
Artemis knew she wasn't allowed to be out. The orphanage had strict rules of no one under the age of 10 leaving without an adult. She couldn't help that she needed to leave though, the others were so mean. They lived in an orphanage on the edge of London near a really big forest, though Arty, as she preferred to be called, didn't know its name. She had just turned five the previous week, and Matron had given her a book. You see Arty was a very special child; strange things seemed to happen around her. She was smart too, being at the level of an average second grader.
*rustling of leaves*
"Hello! Is anyone there?" Arty called wondering if one of the other children was playing a prank on her. "This is mean! Come Out!"
And out they did, 6 massive wolves left the forest surrounding her instantly. A fifth even larger wolf exited and came to stand in front of her. Backing into another wolf Arty began to cry. She had always like wolves but it was dark, the moon was really bright and full, and the biggest one was licking her?
"Hello Mr. Wolf, I can't play right now. I need to go home." As she turned her back on the wolf a growl rang out as she felt teeth clamp around her torso. Crying hysterically now Arty wiggled as the wolf licked the bite. Before long the pain was too much and into blackness she fell.
Time Skip
Waking up in a soft warm bed Arty was confused. Where was she? Surely this wasn't the orphanage as their beds were not nearly as large or comfy.
"Morning cub." A deep voice caused Arty to jump.
"Who are you?" With innocence only a child could have Arty crawled across the bed to large man.
"I'm Fenrir."
Fenrir starred at the little girl sitting in front of him. She was a small thing, with wispy blonde hair and startling green eyes. He had smelt her last night as he ran in his wolf form with the deltas. HE caught onto the smell and couldn't resist biting her as she turned away from him. She was his mate, and one day she would run his pack alongside him. Not that he had any feelings like that for her now. No he merely would be her caregiver, her protector. As wolves are extremely physical Fenrir could not help but pull the cub onto his lap.
"What's your name cub?"
Giggling Arty responded, "My name's Artemis but I like Arty. And Cub? Silly Fenrir I'm a girl not a bear!"
Humoured by the child in front of him Fenrir asked her simply, "What would you say if I told you that werewolves and magic and all of those things in your fairy tales exist?"
Arty starred back at the man already feeling completely at ease in his arms and replied in the words of the Matron, "Fairy tales are stories we should not waste our time on."
Fenrir starred at the girl in front of him seeing her questioning eyes. "Well little one some of those stories are true, I'm a werewolf and so is the rest of the pack including you after this." He emphasized by poking her quickly healed bite. "I bit you last night."
Arty tried to wrap her head around the idea as best an extremely intelligent 5 year old could. She remembered being bitten by a wolf, so if Fenrir said he bit her he must be the wolf, she didn't get why he bit her though. "Why me?"
Fenrir understood the girl was curious as to why he bit her. It's true that werewolves will bite anything that came in their paths, but him and the deltas had gone searching once Fenrir had caught the sent that could only belong to his mate. "Werewolves have a thing called mates, it's like a perfect match made just for them. They are whatever is needed for each other: a friend, a protector, and one day something more. Your scent led me to you because you're my mate."
Arty starred while trying to understand, so she was a werewolf and like those vampire and werewolf movies the older girls watched he would be whatever she needed. "So you're like my best friend? Like Quil and Claire in the movie!"
Fenrir chuckled vaguely remembering what she was talking about from the books some of the girls had read. "Yes Arty just like that."
"So you're gonna take care of me now right? I don't wanna go back to the orphanage the Matron is mean and all the other kids bully me when weird things happen to me!" Fenrir knew she meant magical occurrences, he could feel it through their bond.
"Yes cub you'll be staying with me and the pack, and don't worry no one will be making fun of you here. Everyone is very accepting. And the betas, deltas, and I would never let that happen."
Fenrir knew his statement was true. He was sure news of his mate would be known by every pack member by now. With six deltas there to witness it, it would be hard to keep it a secret. He knew the betas, deltas, would be itching to smell her, as was accustom. She was the alpha female, though held no real power with no proper mating and young age, they would want to familiarize themselves with her scent so as to be able to always protect her.
"One last question, what's a beta and a delta?"
"The pack is like a ranking do you know what that means?" at her nod he continued, "The alpha, me, is in charge. Then you have my Betas, Rick and Tom, my pack has two at the moment, although that isn't always like that. After them are the Deltas, "Zach, Noah, Daniel, Matt, John, and Greg. You met them last night sort of. A warning they will be pretty touchy, they need to familiarize your scent. Actually most of the pack will be touchy as your new and my mate. It will wear off eventually, but not entirely werewolves are extremely touchy people so get used to it." Arty smiled not minding in the slightest so Fenrir continued, "then everyone else falls into a category: sentinel, hunters and warriors. Then the elders and the shamans and healers, pup watchers and then the pups the pups. While you're a pup right now you fall into the grey zone along with the beta and delta's children. You're all higher as your roles will be eventually one of the three top ranks, or mate to, but you still need to listen as you're young and they're older than you."
Arty nodded understanding. Fenrir clapped his hands and smirked, "Well then let's meets the pack."
