Chapter 21

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 day after the full moon I spent in the cabin with Fenrir. He explained to me that it was too dangerous to be out and walking with the rest of the pack because they would be extremely angry and irritable because unlike Fenrir, they didn't have a mate to spend the night with, so they were in an excruciating amount of pain. After I learned this I felt so awful that they had to go through that pain alone, but Fenrir explained to me that they were used to it and that there was nothing that I could do to help them out.

The day after that, you could tell when you looked out of the window that a major storm was brewing. The morning sky that was usually a light blue color was an ugly shade of dark gray that almost looked green, and the clouds were churning back and forth while the wind whipped the trees to and fro, almost uprooting them from the ground. Currently, I was all alone as the storm grew closer, because Fenrir was outside with the rest of the pack trying to gather as much food as they possibly could before the storm hit us full force. I offered to help them gather the food, but Fenrir wouldn't hear of it, saying that as my mate it was his job to provide for me and that he would do it no matter what the weather was like, and that it was also too cold outside for me and he didn't want me getting sick. So I should just stay in the house and stay warm while he went and got food for us to live off of until the storm passed. Which leads me to where I was now, staring out the window, watching the storm grow closer and closer to the clearing.

With the first crack of lightning, I could see Fenrir and the pack starting to work harder and faster to gather the food, and with the first earth shattering boom of thunder I ended up jumping a foot in the air from the sheer volume of it. The cold weather made chills rack my body, so I made my way to the bed where I grabbed a fur and wrapped it around my shoulders before I made my way back to the window to watch the approaching storm grow closer.

As the warmth made its way into my body and warmed my chilled bones, the first drops of rain began to fall softly from the sky. Drop after drop fell from the angry sky soaking into the soft ground as the wind blew harder outside, knocking branches off of the trees. Lightning hit the earth time and time again as thunder boomed and shook the cabin around on its foundation.

As the storm grew worse in the distance and it grew closer, the wind blew the door of the cabin open. Walking over to it, I tried to shut the door, but with the wind blowing against it, it wouldn't budge. Sadly I wasn't strong enough to shut the door against the ferocious wind, and I grew more and more worried as the wind knocked me over and I fell face first onto the ground. My wrists bruised when I landed, and I let out a yelp. I looked outside to try and see Fenrir, but he was at the edge of the clearing with the rest of the pack quickly gathering food. The wind blew harder, and our door slammed even harder against the inside of the cabin.

"Fenrir!" I yelled, hoping that he would hear me and come inside, but there was no answer. He didn't even look in my direction.

Trying again, I yelled his name as loudly as I could, "Fenrir!" This time, he looked over and saw me laying down on the ground, and the wind blowing the door against the wall. He said something to the rest of the pack, and they all came running back with the food they had gathered, and as they got to their huts, they all went into shelter, taking their food with them. Soon Fenrir was in the hut with me, and we were both huddled under the furs on the bed, staying warm together, and watching the storm grow closer to us through the window.

After a few minutes of lying there looking out the window watching the storm, the storm was right on top of us. The thunder was louder, the lightning was brighter, and the wind shook the windows, making them rattle loudly against the window pane. I curled farther into Fenrir as it got colder in the cabin; it was so cold that you could see your breath as it left your mouth. My teeth started to chatter against each other, and Fenrir wrapped his abnormally warm arms around my freezing cold form.

"Shh little wolf," he whispered in my ear, "It will be over soon."

"But I'm s . . . so c . . . col . . . cold." I managed to get out through my shaking form.

"I know mate, here, come closer to me." So I did, Fenrir got up, and maneuvered himself over my trembling form. His lower body rested on my lower body, and his upper body rested on my upper body. He pulled the numerous furs over both of our bodies and covered us up completely so only our heads were uncovered.

With him lying on top of me, the horrible trembling that my body was doing started to slow down until it was only an occasional shake.

"Thank you Fenrir," I whispered as I snuggled deeper under his form.

"Anything for you Hermione," he whispered emotionally in my ear as the storm raged outside the cabin. "Anything."