Chapter 4

I do not own these characters, they belong to J.K Rowling I just borrowed them for this story. So sadly everything except the plot belongs to the author of the great book series Harry Potter.

The next morning I woke up to a soft continuous growl that whenever I heard, signaled I had nothing to be afraid of. I felt a hard warm body partly covering me, and a calloused hand running through my hair, twirling my chocolate colored locks around. Turning onto my stomach, and burying my head into my pillow I groaned, and tried to bury myself deeper into the furs.

"Good morning Mate," Fenrir whispered in my ear causing me to shiver, which caused him to chuckle.

"Mmm is it morning?" I moaned.

"Your going to have to get up soon little wolf, today I'm showing you around the camp with my Beta, and introducing you to the pack. Not to mention we have to discuss what your duties are going to be as Alpha Female. But first, I think some breakfast and some clean clothes are in order, don't you think?"

"Do I have to get up now?" I moaned as I tried to bury myself deeper into the furs underneath me.

With a growl I was suddenly flipped onto my back, with Fenrir holding my hands above my head, and straddling my waist. "We could always stay here little wolf, but if we do, then you might not be ready for what would happen." He said as he kissed my mating mark and licked and sucked my neck, leaving a love bite in the process. With a moan I rolled him off of me, and got out of bed while making my way to the only bathroom in the 2 room hut.

One room of the hut was the one that I was currently in. It had a pile of furs in the corner that Fenrir and I slept on, and one window that shed some light around the dark hut. In the one corner of the room there was a table and 2 chairs, and in the other corner, a tall dresser that housed some clothes for the both of us (I hoped since the clothes I was wearing were filthy and smelly from spending days in the forest with Harry and Ron.)

Slowly I made my way into the bathroom and looked around. It wasn't anything special just a white bathtub, a toilet, and a sink. The walls were made of wood, just like the rest of the hut. With a sigh I locked the bathroom door behind myself, and stripped out of my old dirty clothing.

Letting the warm water of the shower run over my body, I used some of the soap I found sitting on the ledge to wash away all the dirt and grime that had accumulated since I had bathed last. Thinking about the last few days, I found myself wondering about what had happened to Harry and Ron. They had to of got away, right? Sadly I could only hope. And what about Fenrir, was I really ready to take on the role as his Mate and the packs Alpha Female? I am only sixteen, I wasn't even legal yet. My hand found its way to the mating mark adorning my neck, and I cringed since it was still fresh and not completely healed. Tears filled my eyes as I sunk down to the floor of the shower and silently cried. Fenrir was nice to me and sweet, but when he was speaking to his Beta Henry, he sounded unforgiving, cruel even, making me wonder if he was only acting as nice around me as he was now because he wanted me to get used to him, or if he would always be as nice as he was now. A quiet sob escaped my throat as the tears fell faster, mingling with the water flowing from the shower head.

A knock sounded on the door as my sobs grew louder and I drew my knees up to my chest hugging them to me. The knocks on the door grew louder and more urgent as I sobbed into my knees.

"Mate?" I heard Fenrir ask as I continued to cry not bothering to answer him.

The pounding on the door grew louder, "Mate? . . . Mate? . . . Hermione!" he yelled. He must have figured I wasn't going to answer the door, because the next thing I know, he was kicking the door open with a frantic look in his eyes, he searched the room until his eyes fell on me. With a sigh the look in his eyes softened as his gaze lingered on my tear stained face.

"Oh little wolf," he sighed as he kneeled on the ground next to the bathtub and stroked my wet hair. "What's the problem Mate?" he asked gently as I looked up at him.

"I'm scared." I whispered as a few more tears slid down my face. Fenrir turned off the shower and lifted my body up into his arms, before walking me out of the bathroom, and into the main room. I struggled in his arms, not comfortable with being in his arms naked, but with one loud fierce growl, I stopped struggling and let myself be carried into the room. Gently he sat me down on the furs, and walked away towards the dresser on the other side of the room; I frantically pulled a fur over my body and lay on my side, fully covering my figure with the fur.

When Fenrir turned around carrying what looked like a dress and some under clothes, he sighed when he saw me shivering under the fur cowering away from the cold, and shaking because of my nerves. "Oh Mate," he sighed.

Looking up at him, he made his way over to me, and laid the clothing on my bed. I quickly grabbed it, and put the underwear and bra on while underneath the fur, before I removed the only thing concealing my body from him, and quickly put on the dress that he handed me. It was nothing special, just a gold dress that went down to my knees, with a low neckline, and thick straps. After I was dressed and seated again, I sensed more than saw, Fenrir sit down next to me, and pull me into his side. With my new doubts in my mind, it took me a second before I gave in and curled into his side.

"What are you scared of little wolf?" Fenrir whispered in my ear as I curled closer to him for his body heat since it was very cold in the hut around us.

It took me a moment before I answered, but when I did it was quietly, and tentatively. "You're the most feared man in the Wizarding world besides You-Know-Who. . ." I paused for a second before continuing and in that time, he pulled me into his lap and stroked my hair gently. "And I'm scared because you are being so nice to me, when I have a feeling that you aren't this nice to everyone else in your pack. So I guess what I'm really worried about is whether or not after I get used to being your mate, if you're going to change and be mean to me, or . . ." I paused again.

"Or what Mate?" he ground out in my ear as his hand found my hip softly but possessively.

"Or if you'll start to hurt me." I whispered as I wiped my eyes of the lingering tears, and inhaled deeply, before closing my eyes waiting for him to tell me I was right, or laugh at me, or change the way he acted around me. But nothing ever changed except he buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath of my scent, making my eyes shoot open in shock.

"Oh Hermione," he said into my shoulder as he gently caressed my mating mark with his thumb, slowly but steadily relaxing me. "I know you're confused, but you need to understand that I would NEVER hurt you on purpose. Yes we may fight and you may get mad, but I would never intentionally hurt you. YOU are the only one I will ever treat as an equal, and the way I'm treating you now will never change." He said as he kissed my cheek softly, and I buried my head into the crook of his neck. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say pup?"

With a nod of my head, I relaxed further into his embrace, my fears put aside for now, but all my fears about being the right person to be the Alpha Female returned as Henry burst into the room and when he saw Alpha he quickly said, "there's a fight between two of the teenage cubs, no one can separate them but you Alpha. Some of the men have tried, but nothing is getting through to them."

I felt Fenrir straighten up, and knew he was going into all out Alpha mode, "What are they fighting about Henry?"

Henry didn't answer, but his eyes flickered to me, and Fenrir growled a loud primal growl before getting up and setting me on my feet before storming out of the hut, with fire gleaming in his eyes.