William stalked around the outer building, the stealth coming naturally to his cursed body, even if it was a few weeks before the full moon. A sick smile spread across his face. Grabbing three kids from a classroom? Simple. Why? It didn't matter. It was what Fenrir wanted, so there was no question. No hesitation. And if he got to play around with the pretty little school teacher, all the better. He stalked into the school. No one was in the front foyer and the lady in the office had her back turned. Taking his chance, William moved quickly down the hallway. It was a small Year 1 building, only containing a few classrooms. He casually made his way to the right room, making sure to not be seen. He peaked into the last room on the right; the children were sitting in a circle, listening to her tell a story. The teacher was sitting on a tall stool, her back to the door. Quietly, he slipped into the room and walked behind her. A normal human would probably wait until naptime sneak up behind his target and take her out quietly as to not alert anyone and get away with what he wanted. But William didn't think like a normal human. Nor did he think like a wolf. He didn't think much, really. He felt. He followed every instinctual feeling he had. An aura of calm emanated from the teacher as she read. The children didn't seem worried about William's intrusion. Only curious. She noticed their confusion and turned to look. The teacher was very cute, dirty blonde hair pulled back into a bun and black rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Her large hazel eyes changed from serene care to confusion as well. That wouldn't do. Those eyes needed to hold fear. He needed to hear fear. Feel her fear. Not just hers. All of theirs. He backhanded the young teacher off her stool. She half fell, half flew into the bookshelf on wall. A few of the kids started screaming, while others cried. A few seemed to be too shocked to do anything. And then there were the targets. They were shocked, but he could tell from their expressions that their shock came from recognizing another wolf. William couldn't help but be a little sad that it wasn't the full moon; he would have loved to eat a few of the tender brats in front of their teacher. But then, they wouldn't be in school at night. Oh well.
"You three. Come here," he said gruffly, pointing to the Lupin children. He didn't wait for them to come forward, though. Instead, he made for them.
Lydia's POV
It had been a week since I'd been back on the job. Being with "the pack" again was almost strange. It was like I had to start back at the bottom and prove myself all over again. When I was told Greyback wanted to talk to me, my heart rate skyrocketed. Calm down. It's nothing. Remus wasn't anywhere near for me to let him know where I was going. Oh, well. It shouldn't be a problem. With a shrug, I followed the pack's beta back to Fenrir's office. It wasn't much of an office, but then, we didn't have much of a den. Apparently, the old den had been deemed compromised, so the pack moved. Now, we resided in a "vacated" office building. Everything was dark, damaged, and ratty, much like the majority of Fenrir's pack.
"Hullo, Lydia," Fenrir practically growled when I entered the room. Instinctively, I tilted my head a little to expose my neck. He smirked and signaled for his beta to leave. "Follow me," he instructed me. Hesitantly, I complied. He led me down to the basement. I tensed with every step but tried my hardest not to show it. At least it's not the full moon. I'd never be able to take him as a wolf. At least as a human, I might have dexterity on my side. But if he suspected me, he would have just taken me out, right? In front of everyone would reaffirm his power and status. What's going on?
We arrived at the basement level and he led me down a few aisles of long forgotten boxes and paperwork. The scent of the musk and dust almost knocked me over. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me, but the words wouldn't come. Finally, we arrived at a wall with many doors. He picked the second from the left and opened it, grabbing my wrist as he did so.
"Hey! What're you doing?" I demanded. Choosing to ignore my question, he shoved me in the room. A huge cage had been placed…or made inside it. He tossed me inside it before slamming the cage door shut and locking it. Leisurely, the alpha leaned against the opposite wall.
"So, I'll just say it," he started. "I know you work for Dumbledore. You and your mate. That wasn't very nice. Especially after all that I've done for you." I snorted from my position on the floor. Again, he ignored my insubordination.
"Did you know some people call our existence a curse? An affliction? Yes, I thought you knew. Some people think we should be dead just for existing. Did you know your mate's father was one of them?" That shocked me. I never knew Lyall, but Remus never mentioned something so unsavory about him. Was he cruel to Remus about what he became?
"Yes, I see your surprise. I know this because he told me as much. So I bit his son. Delicious, isn't it?" I glowered at the madman. He laughed. It was a bark-like laugh, but nothing like Sirius'. Sirius' laugh had so much light and humor to it. Fenrir's made my stomach churn and sent a shiver down my spine.
"Did you know there is a way to get rid of our gift? Of course, it's bloody. Ahh, I see your curiosity. Should I tell you? Hmmmm, well, I suppose I could." He pushed off the wall and stalked over to my cage and leaned against it, eyes glinting maliciously at me. "You have to kill the wolf that turned you." The knowledge jarred me. But what surprised me even more was him telling me.
"Why would you tell me?" I asked outright. His smile became even more twisted.
"Because I like to inflict pain. I'll come right out with it. You have a very hard choice to make. Kill your husband and you can be human again and live happily with your children. Or, I'll kill the brats right in front of you before I feed you and your mate to my pack. Do you see how hard this will be? Either way, you kill someone. That is the punishment for working against me." I stared at him with wide, unbelieving eyes.
"W-what?" I barely managed to get out. He laughed outright at me. "No. I don't believe you!" I told him. I couldn't believe him. It couldn't be true He couldn't kill my children.
"Perhaps you need some incentive." He opened the door and a scruffy man with a face that could only be described as deranged came in. He had my pups with him, bound and gagged. Tears streamed down their faces and they looked terrified. Fenrir took Michael from the new man held up his claws to the boy's neck.
"Well? Which will it be?"