AN- Here's just a little something I wrote for Fenrir February 2018! For more Fenrir goodness check me out on Tumblr Kristeristerin.

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Wolf in Sheep's clothing

He watched as the blonde girl pulled her cloak tighter in an attempt to shield herself against the mid-October chill. Fenrir took a moment to straighten himself out before swaggering forward.

"Excuse me, miss?" he reached out to touch her shoulder. She whirled around, letting out a small squeak and placing a hand over her heart. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you lost?"

She took a step back from him, shaking her head. "No, I've travelled this way many times. Thank you for your concern."

"It's awfully late for a young girl such as yourself to be wondering the forest." He took a step closer to her, "may I escort you home?"

Taking another step back, she shook her head." No thank you, sir. That is a very kind offer, but I assure you I am quite alright on my own."

Not deterred in the slightest by her rejection a sly smile crossed his face. "Surely you've heard of the werewolf attacks lately. It's much too dangerous to travel alone. I must insist seeing you home safely."

The girl took a deep breath before she consented. "If you insist, you may walk me home." She looked at him critically for a moment. "May I know my protector's name?"

"My name is Fenrir," he extended his hand to her, "Fenrir Greyback." When she offered him her hand, he took it and brought it to his lips. "May I know your name?"

"Luna," she stated shortly, pulling her hand back from his.

"Ah, like the moon?" A feral grin crossed his face. "It's a good thing I came along then. Wolves are known to seek out the moon."

"Perhaps that's why you are here then?" She quirked an eyebrow.

He grinned at her, "oh, you know Norse mythology? Well, I promise you, little Luna, you are more than safe with me. Shall we begin our walk? I don't fancy being out here when the moon rises" He gestured for her to lead the way.

The pair walked in silence for nearly ten minutes before Fenrir spoke again. "I've heard that the werewolves select a victim prior to moonrise and lure the fool into a false sense of security. Then when the moon rises the wolf attacks, needless to say, the person is never heard from again."

She looked at him quizzically, "if they're not heard from again then who spreads the story? Surely the werewolf wouldn't want their strategy to get out, so I doubt they'd be the ones to spread the story." She smiled at his crestfallen face and subsequent silence.

After another twenty minutes of nearly unbearable silence, he turned to look at his companion. "Are we close? It's nearly moonrise."

"Yes," she nodded, "it's just up here through the trees."

As soon as they were through the treeline, all that could be heard was the sound of bones snapping as they broke and reshaped themselves, followed by a guttural howl. The werewolf stared down its prey, and a blood-curdling scream was the last sound to be heard before silence overtook the night.

Early the next morning Luna awoke and looked down at her blood covered hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the pile that was what was left of Fenrir and let out a rankled sigh. "I tried to tell him I was fine on my own."