A/N: Hello, I'm sorry for the long update wait...I'm so very, very sorry! Real life is hurting my creative flow and stealing all my time. I will try to be better.

Welcome to chapter six! We finally learn more about Argos, Cabal and gain a little insight into the pack...a little bit. Unfortunately, there is no Remus in this chapter, but there is also no John Lupin, so I guess that evens it out somewhat. I know the last chapter was rough for some people and I apologize, but this is the path the story has decided to take. I can assure you though that there isn't too much drama in this one, this chapter mostly is about Fenrir's other pup, Argos and about the full moon. I promise we'll go check on Remus next chapter, but for now I offer all of you this lovely chapter. I really hope all of enjoy it!

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WARNING: Mild mentions of violence. No Remus in this chapter.

Chapter 6

Fenrir turned his face to the rapidly rising full moon.

"Fenrir…Fenny-rear…?"

"...I suggest that if you want to see the next full moon, you don't ever call me that again," Fenrir said, glaring at his young pup, but fighting a smile at the boy's spunk.

"What…you weren't paying attention to me," the young blond said, his tone obviously suggesting that the act of not listening to him was absolutely outrageous and that he couldn't understand Fenrir doing such a thing.

"The new cub isn't even here and you're already ignoring me. I don't know if I want him to come after all," Argos said, his lips pressed together in an angry frown and his nose up in the air.

"I won't ignore you, Argos; I'll merely be dividing my time to care for you both," he said, trying to appease the boy who he realized had become quite spoiled in the past year.

"Fancy words that still mean you'll not be spending time with me," the boy said in an annoyed and sarcastic tone of voice that perfectly masked his panic. Since Fenrir had bitten this new boy, Argos had been filled with fears that he wouldn't be needed anymore and that just as his human father had, his sire would abandon him.

"I will be spending time with you, Argos; Remus will just be around also…Look, I'm not even sure that anything will even change. He might not be joining the pack…he wants to stay with his human parents."

"It won't work out though…human parents always abandon us in the end," Argos said, his eyes and voice a mix of anger and saddened pain.

"Exactly," he said, looking the boy in the eyes, his manner serious. "That is why when he does come here, he will need a new family. He will need his sire and maybe…a brother who is an older werewolf pup, a person willing to teach him the ropes. He will need a brother to teach him how to be a werewolf of the Greyback line…interested?" Fenrir asked starting to smirk as he saw the boy starting to see what the possibility of having Remus around could mean for him.

"How old did you say he was?"

"He is a year younger than you."

"Is he smart?"

"Yes, he seems like he is…and if he isn't a troublemaker, I'm sure you could help him learn to be…" He then froze, his breath catching. "Better shed your human clothes, unless you want to shred them during the transformation," he said, doing just that and setting his clothes in a tree.

Despite knowing he and his wolf were well synced enough that his clothes were in no danger of being attacked on the ground, he didn't want to take any chances. He saw his pup had taken his clothes and had climbed up a tree to deposit his clothes somewhere.

"You know you'll be bloody sore after you change back. You sure you want to put them up that high? You might not be able to get them back and you'll have to walk around in the nude all day tomorrow," he said as the boy jumped back down, landing in a crouched position before stretching out his tensing muscles.

"I'll be fine, and if I couldn't get them I'd steal one of your large shirts. After all you can only wear one at a time," the boy said, smirking.

Before he could reply, he heard Cabal's human howl calling his pack to him. It was safest if all the werewolves transformed together, and it was nice to have the moral support of your family as your bones broke and your muscles, skin and tissues morphed.

Once they were gathered, they laid on the ground and looked into the sky as the moon rose into position. Fenrir's vision suddenly blurred before growing sharper, his suddenly warm muscles twitched and seized, pain ripped through his body, his insides ripped and changed, his bones broke and moved as they reformed themselves, his ribcage expanded, his skull restructured itself, as his heart pounded faster. He breathed harshly, softly growling, embracing the agony that would give him his power, which gave him his strength, his tainted pure blood. He found it strange this pain that made him feel that he was dying always made him feeling more alive than anything in the world.

He turned his head as the boy next to him started whimpering and squirming. Despite having been turned over a year ago, the transformations still overwhelmed the boy. He silently held the boy's hand even as the blunt nails lengthened into long claws. The boy had little control and he knew soon would attack even him with his long finger-like paws, but Fenrir held on, knowing that the remaining parts of the boy that were conscious needed this small comfort.

The various calls of pain from his pack mates turned to howls, and as the last traces of his wolf form came into being, he joined in, rolling to his feet, his claws untangling from Argos'. The boy too was finished with his transformation, and as was the norm, he immediately moved to attack the older and larger wolf. They tussled for a short time before Fenrir pinned Argos down. Argos tried to use his paws to push off his sire, but Fenrir's heavy paws were on his front, one pushing lightly on the younger one's ribs, his jaws hovering over Argos' neck, waiting. Argos snarled back and Fenrir pressed harder, causing the other wolf to stop. Finally, Argos lowered his paws and leaned back, exposing his neck, and whimpering. Fenrir gripped his neck with his jaws before pulling away and allowing the other werewolf to rub his muzzle and lick his snout. He moved off his cub and yipped at him to follow him as he walked to the side of his own sire.

"Argos trouble?" Cabal said in wolf speak, amused by how much trouble Fenrir's pup gave him in both forms.

"Pup trouble, challenge, never submit. Fine, good wolf, good cub. Hunt?"

"Hunt. Gather pack, follow, hunt," Cabal said, howling again, calling his pack together and leading them into the woods, with Fenrir and Argos at his heels.

It was a good hunt. The area had a large population of European red deer, and soon, all the wolves were full and had run off their needs…or at least their need to hunt and kill. As they got back to the clearing they had transformed in, Fenrir could see some of the pack curled up with their mates and a few were getting up to less innocent activities. The pain that went through him made him almost wish, if only for a second, that he was like some of his other pack mates and hadn't worked so hard to integrate enough with his wolf to retain his mind. He wanted simplicity, to be without the prospect of the pain complex emotions caused.

He started as he smelled blood…human blood. The pull of it drew him and he growled at his pup to stay put before he ran towards it. After a while of running, he came upon a cottage. He could smell the distinct scent of a couple of his pack mates and Cabal. He walked to his sire.

"Turned hunt?" Fenrir said, easing into the blood drenched cottage. His sensitive nose wrinkled at the harsh iron scent, trying to fight the thrill and hunger that went through his body and begged his mind to give up to his instincts.

"Yes, two females older, young male, old male dead."

"Old male bleed, die?"

"Yes, I stop them, save females, male pup, not save old male."

"Never save all. Need more pack, alpha do fine."

"Hope fine, hope. You strong, we good pack."

I can only hope someday Remus gets to find out just how good pack life is.

A/N: We hope so too Fenrir! (Actually, I'm pretty sure that if you chose to abduct Remus from his father none of us would object!)

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