"There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams"
Word Count: 160
Fenir loved his pack. Each and every one of them was unique. They had their own flaws, obsessions, hopes, dreams, and ideas. So what if they were werewolves? They were all in this together.
Fenir was obviously Alpha. He had turned most of the pack, after all. He raised them as his own, his special angels.
He told his pack everything, even if he knew they would not agree with it. And that was why they were camping outside the Malfoy Manor whilst Bellatrix was staying there. The whole pack knew about his obsession with the pureblood lady, even if she would never notice him.
"There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams over there!" Fenir said happily, pointing to one of the windows.
Bellatrix Lestrange looked out of the window, and winked as she spotted Fenir. He swooned. Soon, the lady would be his, despite his blood.
"Are you going to pass out, Leader?"