A/N: Okiee… confession time… I completely forgot about this story for a while… I'm SORRRYYYY!!!!! *ducks from flying rotten veggies* huff.. Well, with all of those aside… enjoy the story!

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Nature. It's the only thing that he could relate to. Endless spread of green grass that carpets the rolling hills of England's countryside always made him sigh from the sheer brilliance of it. The harsh wind that seemed to cut into his face as he drove his convertible soothed his wolf even in his fiercest nights. In away nature comfort him, like a mother would to a crying baby. Weather surrounded by it, or when it's staring him in the face while he drove past at a hundred eighty miles per hour, Fenrir loved nature. Like a safety blanket that he clutched in his sleep, they soothed him even in his fiercest nights, more than his mother ever did to him.

But today nature did him no good. No matter how far and hard he looked he felt nothing. Maybe it's the sharp biting cold of December, or the monotony of white that spread through the land that just completely killed off his connection with nature. Every tendril in his body shrilled indignantly, as if their hands are reaching out to him, pulling him back. Nagging him like an annoying mother. His conscience, they tortured him mercilessly. Why did he leave? How dare he even step out of that hospital. The wolf inside of him kept whining inside, sounding like a kicked puppy, clawing at his insides, demanding to be brought back to the boy.

To Remus.

Is this it? Is boy his really his mate? Fenrir scoffed at the word. Pah, Mates. There is no such thing as 'mates' in this world. Even friendship never last, he would know that very well. After all, betrayal and treachery was his daily bread.

Fenrir would not have his life directed by some unknown force that played match up on him and some child. He cringed at the thought, growling slightly. He hated not being in control. Then he remembered Remus, that sickly pale, oh so beautiful dying boy. How he longed t-

"NO!" He screamed out loud and slammed down on the break, making the car come to a screeching halt on the slippery road. The man stared murderously at his hand, unaware of the presence of his charge, whom had somehow managed to muffled a surprised shriek with his hand with eyes as wide as saucers. A car drove past them and honked, the driver sprouting out strands of colorful curses. Indignantly, Fenrir jumped up to the hood of his car and roared at the disappearing car, his fangs showing and his eyes turned deep amber. He was pissed, and the scared look that his charge gave didn't help his temper one bit.

"…Alpha..?" the blonde called softly.

"Fuck it." He said, looking down to see him standing on two deep dents on his car. He then looked back at his charge. "Darin," his voice calm, full with decisiveness. "We're going back to the hospital."

The boy said nothing, only nooding in obedience. But deep down inside, he whined pitifully. He missed home.

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There they were, two werewolf, sniffing each other after their transformation. The larger grey wolf, clearly the alpha, bared down his teeth to the neck of a smaller brown wolf, whom cowered down and whined pathetically. It was a routine for an alpha like him to show his power to a nearby werewolf. He cant help it really, it's either growling at them or pissing on them, and Fenrir doesn't like to pee unless he felt like peeing.

He doesn't like to be ruled by anything, even his instinct.

After satisfied with the boy, the grey wolf turned and stalked to a nearby pond, his eyes fixed on the moon. Standing on his hind legs, his wolf whined and reached his paw out to the sky. When his human mind took over the wolf lay back down on the grass. Fenrir chided himself for thinking he could reach the moon with his paws. The fact that he wanted to bring down the moon just to show little Remmy how beautiful it is contradicts everything he believed and worked his ass for; that he would do nothing for anyone. And truthfully, it disturbed him greatly.

Darin, a.k.a tounge stuck on the pole boy stared at his alpha irritatedly. He hates it when Fenrir went bonkers like that. First, he went all philosophical in the car, telling him the meaning of life, the secret to licking a pole in the middle of winter and such, and such before clamping shut like a clam. Then he stopped the car in a middle of theroad, halfway to their home, made a dent on their only means of transportation, and went back full speed to the city. Not only that, now his alpha wanted to bring down the moon with his paws. The brown wolf shook his head and ran around chasing his tail, effectively exhausting himself before flopping back down on the green clearing and pulling himself to a quiet slumber.

Fenrir was still deep in thought, unaware of his companion slumbering companion, the alpha stared on the moon intensely, devising as plan to pull down the bright grey rock down as a gift for Remus. His thought was cut off by a gust cold wind, which he responded with a furious shiver. Apparently his thick coat could not shield him from his aversion for the cold.

The wolf sneezed violently, succeeding in waking up his sleeping companion, whom almost comically rolled his eyes and went back to sleep. Whining quietly, he stared long and hard to the tall hospital building. Oh, he would kill for a cup of Remus's hot choco right now…

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Darin, naked as the day he were born, woke up covered in mountains of snow on top of him. He jumped up, shaking off the cold white flaked of him and doing a little dance to get warm. It's a good thing that werewolves have a high body core temperature or he would've died of penoumia.

His alpha was not around, he mussed not surprised at all by the older man's absence. Fenrir was different than the other alphas he had know, and much more intimidating and eccentric. He noticed the two large boxes of pizza and a large bottle of soda near the foot of the tree that Fenrir slept under last night. Scrambling for the pizza, he saw a bright yellow post it note that says 'stay', in large scrawl. He could just imagine his alpha rushing to write the note before taking off somewhere. Darin huffed, puling his clothes on while inwardly cursing his alpha and his stupid mood swings before digging into the pizza.

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'The needles hurt' Remus thought for the umpteenth as he watched the nurse insert the point of the syringe into his arm. He held onto his little stuffed Rocci, trying not to cry at the sharp prick. If only his mommy would held him after wards, he thought, then he would forget about the needle instantly.

But mommy didn't came today.

"There you go luv, all done!" The cheery nurse patted his hair and praised him for being a good boy. Remus gave a small smile to the women in white uttering a small "Thank you." shyly to her, his face still hidden under Rocci gray fur.

The nurse beamed back at the boy and walked out, humming a cheerful tune. It was rare for little Remus to thank her after an injection, Ms. Lovellet mussed. After al obody liked needless, and little remus was no fan of them. He was usually too terrified to talk afterwards. Remus is a good boy, she thought sadly to herself. He doesn't need to be confined in a hospital bed on hi last living weeks.

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Remus rubbed the little dot where the needle pricked him earlier, as if trying to rub out the mark like an eraser would to a pencil. Not only did he succeed in opening the wound again, he also made the dot as large as a sickle. But he kept on rubbing, unaware of a man watching him closely from the doorframe.

"Remus." A tired looking middle aged man called out coldly, stopping Remus's furious rubbing, snapping his little head to look at his father.

"Daddy!" he called out, his face beamed with happiness. The boy quickly got out from the confines of his bed, half running to his father while dragging his iv stand with open arm. He was stopped by the cold hands of his father, who without any remorse shoved his dying son roughly.

"Daddy?" Remus stumbled backwards, clutching his bed for support as hi knees buckled under his non-existent weight. His little broken body can only take so much of physical exertion. Another shove like that could render him unconscious, he reckon. Good thing he had his breakfast, Remus thought, or he would probably fell down.

"Daddy?" Remus called again to his father, this time, hurt was in his voice, a dash of fear evident on the edges of his tone. The wound that he opened was dripping furiously, little ruby beads glittered on the white hospital floor.

"Why are you out of your bed?" He said coldly, his dead brown eyes devoid of it's usual spark. "Get back in NOW!" he barked the order out like a drill sergeant. The boy was terrified, his eyes brimming with tears. He tried to scrambled into his bed but when he took his first step, his body could take no more and his legs collapsed under him.

"I..I.. I cant.." he whimpered pathetically while trying as hard as he can to fight the tears back down. He tried to get back up again, but still his knees buckled under him. Albelforth stared down at his fraught boy; his eyes still cold as ever. His love the boy seemed only to exist in the past.

"Useless." He said. His voice was soft, but to Remus's ears, the insult hurt him more than a shouted order. "I'm sorry da- Father." He lowered his head, unable to show the man his tear filled eyes. Hugging his knees to his chest, Remus closed his eyes and wept his heart out. His father was watching him still, unable to decide weather to comfort the boy softly, telling him it's okay not to get up, or to drop to his knees and apologize profusely to his pride and joy for being a bastard that he is.

He chose none. Abelforth left the room as quickly as he can while avoiding the glares of the nurses. They simply adored Remus and hated him for not visiting enough, or for not caring enough. They would know, after all they were the ones who witness the boy cry for him every time a nightmare plagued him.

He opted for the stairs, but there a sign that says 'under construction' stopped him on his track. Abelforth sighed and punched a number on the elevator. Merlin, how he hated elevators. Why cant muggles survive with only stairs like wizards do?

The elevator gave an annoying bing, making the man jumped and stared around nervously. The door opened up and he was met with a man holing up a large Teddy bear. A very large Teddy Bear.

"scuze me mate, could you hold the button for me?"

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A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!!! …okay, okay that was a lousy cliffhanger. But it seemed like a right spot to stop the story. Who's the man holding the large teddy bear? Better yet, can you guys give me suggestions for the Teddy's name? Well, tha's all for this chappie. Thank you so much for you patience, and your reviews! And also for those who recently added me to their story alert, a BIGGGGG thankz to you =) It's nice to know that there's people reading my story.

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