"Your body is pathetically weak, but you'd still make a good wolf."

Hermione ignored Fenrir, continuing to grit her teeth and resist the urge to touch either herself or Fenrir. It was harder now that her hands were finally free. She still horny but a part of her brain, now free from the effects of the potion last fed to her hours earlier, reminded her that it wasn't Fenrir she wanted. She tried to distract herself by rubbing at her wrists and arms to improve the blood circulation in them after all the time they had been bound. Touching herself, even her wrists, felt so good she was tempted to touch other parts of her or better yet reach out to the half naked male across from her, a part of her wanting nothing more than to ride the cock of the male across from her.

No, not him!

It was hard to think clearly through the lust but that annoying voice in her head insisted he wasn't the right one. This male- Fenrir her brain supplied- was bad. She longed for, ached even, for another. She struggled to remember who it was, but couldn't. She was just too damned weak and tired and horny to keep all her thoughts straight. In that moment all Hermione wanted was a good hard fuck followed by a week of doing nothing but sleep. Her stomach twisted painfully, reminding her that sometime between the fucking and sleeping she needed to eat as well.

No!

No, Hermione remembered groggily. She needed to escape, get away. The full moon would be out soon and that would be dangerous for her. She couldn't remember why just then only that it was important for her to get away.

"The Dark Lord wanted me to turn you and bring you to him tonight. They're having some fun with Draco" -Hermione's ears perked up at the name, her heart beating a little faster as she remembered soft grey eyes and a smirk- "and wanted to bring you in to add to the festivities. But, I have my own plans. Plans that will serve me better."

Fenrir leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes and sniffed at the air. She was sure he could smell her arousal. It was pretty hard to miss and with his werewolf senses impossible to ignore.

He reached down, pushing past the waistband of his pants, and gripped his cock. He opened his eyes and, having caught her staring, smiled at her as he began to slowly stroke himself. A long sheath covered his cock, a red tip emerging as he squeezed and pulled at it. As his fingers worked their way around his shaft it began to swell and slide free of the sheath drawing a moan of pleasure from his lips.

"I'm bored of Bleidd. Don't get me wrong, it was great when it was just us but now the place is practically crawling with Death Eaters and Black Cloaks. Not a problem in itself, mind - wouldn't be a problem at all if those arseholes learnt to show some respect. I mean, I'm the alpha of the biggest, no" -he shook his head- "the only pack left in Great Britain and I'm one of the Dark Lord's most trusted followers. But those fucking cunts still act like they're better than me!"

Fenrir let out an angry growl before he closed his eyes and inhaled noisily. He turned his attention back to his cock, stroking it till his breathing sounded normal again.

"I'm wasting my time with that lot. I need a fresh start, my own lands... This place is perfect. The locals are neutral in the war, though the Dark Lord is trying to woo them to his side with the fertility potion but it's a lost cause, it is. See, the people here are bloody skilled when it comes to magic- they haven't needed wands to cast spells since Merlin walked among us- but completely retarded in other ways. They have no Ministry or anything like that, just a bunch of tribes scattered around the country, each led by their own leader. Not that different from what it was like with the weres before the Pack Wars... As things stand, it'll be tough for any outsider to make a go at an alliance with the whole of their magical community- which means no snooty Death Eaters or pesky Order members running around." The last sentence was said with a smile that reached all the way to his eyes.

"The Imperius is good as useless on the locals; Nott and his teams found that out first hand. So fancy pants Malfoy suggested they give diplomacy a try. That's when they thought to offer the fertility potion- turns out there's been a fall in the number of magical folk the world over. This here" -Fenrir pointed to the structure they stood within- "is the only Death Eater base built in the country so far. The Dark Lord thinks long term, so he likes to go after the schools- catch 'em young and all that. This spot was picked for the base because of its proximity to Uagadou. Catch a look at the Mountains of the Moon on our way in, did you? They're quite the sight.

"Anyway, they don't have werewolves in this part of the world. Not sure if it's in the entire continent or just the country itself. But, they don't and the locals were quite taken with me and what I could do... From everything I've seen so far I believe the pack would be welcomed in this land. We could have everything here that we couldn't in Britain or anywhere else in Europe. Once the pack moved here, we could make this place the new Wolf Castle or Wolf Manor? The name can be worked out later, but this could become our home. And we could all make a new and better life for ourselves here. We could rule this land."

Hermione blinked a few times as she continued to stare at the hypnotic movement of the large male stroking his cock. The sane part of her told her she needed to pay attention to what he was saying, listen to the clues she was given to her whereabouts but it was too hard to focus. She licked her cracked lips in nervous anticipation as the bulbous head of his cock peeked through his fingers.

No, bad man!

No, the voice was right. Fenrir was a bad man. He hurt her, forced her. She didn't want him, or this.

Hermione's stomach grumbled noisily.

"Sounds like you're hungry. The elf hasn't been feeding you properly, has it? Guess its loyalty goes only as far as me and the pups. Does that mean we've succeeded in breaking the bond or wasn't there enough for it to feel bound to you to start with? Hmmm... Won't matter either way in a few hours," he said cryptically.

"Well, I suppose I should feed you if I want you to survive the transformation," said Fenrir before he walked away leaving Hermione alone in the cellar.

Seeing the door left wide open behind him Hermione thought to take advantage to make her escape. However in her pitiful state she couldn't even make it to the base of the stairs before Fenrir had returned carrying something mouth-watering with him. He held a piece of juicy looking steak in one hand and a vial of cloudy looking potion in the other. He extended the potion to her first. The message was clear; she couldn't have one without the other. She was too hungry and thirsty to care about the contents of the vial. She would have snatched the vial from his hand and greedily swallowed its contents even if she had not recognised it as a potent health and healing potion. The way she saw it, he'd already done his worst to her.

It took a few minutes before she felt better than she had since Fenrir abducted her but was disappointed when instead of handing her the meat as expected he turned his back on her and began to walk away.

"Come on, let's go. You can enjoy this outside," he said calling out to her.

The smell of the bloody piece of steak overpowered her senses to the point where all Hermione could think of was eating it. All thoughts of fighting or escaping fleeing her mind she blindly followed Fenrir as he led her out of the cellar and outside the building that had been her prison the past few days.

Soon as they exited the little fortress Fenrir turned around and gave Hermione the piece of meat. Even though it was rawer than she normally preferred her meat she wasted no time before she began wolfing it down. She stayed hunched possessively over it as she ate like an animal afraid of having its meal snatched away before it was done.

"You know I could take good care of you. Life could go back to the easy way it was back at Bleidd. I'll bite you once the moon is out and all you need to do is accept me as your alpha once you turn. As your alpha I'd keep you safe and well fed. I'll keep your belly full in other ways too, but you'd be pack and you'd be taken care of for the rest of your life."

When he was done talking he held out another piece of meat for her. Impossibly, this one smelled even more delicious than the last. Fenrir sat completely naked on the ground and gestured for her to sit near him. Only once she was seated did he hand her the second steak piece.

Fenrir resumed speaking while she ate.

"There are some who've questioned my authority and ability to lead the pack just because I haven't sired any children all these years - Draco's one jammy bastard, always been... lucky to be born a Malfoy and lucky again to be the first to drop his seed in your fertile womb. Who knew you'd actually end up pregnant, eh? We all thought you'd be a chew toy we could play with for a few hours before we ate you. Oh yes, we did. Yet here you are... But, know what? No one'll question my authority once I put my pups in you. They'll respect me again."

Fenrir fell quiet. Eyes closed, he rubbed at his chest. He sighed heavily a few times.

"Just getting rid of Draco won't be enough to win them back. I didn't realise till they came and spoke with me just how weak the bonds have become. I've been so busy trying to win favour with the Dark Lord I haven't paid attention to the pack. And, somehow I forgot what it was like before... The loneliness, the madness, the violence... Oh, I love violence but it was different back then- like I was as angry with myself as I was with everyone else. With the pack I found the piece of my mind I'd lost. I don't ever want to be feral like that again.

"I'm not going to let Draco, or anyone else, steal the pack from me. I need them just as much as they need me. But I see that this time just defeating or killing the competition won't be enough. I've got to show them I'm capable of bringing new blood into the pack. And you're the key to my doing that. Once you're knocked up every one of them will follow me. And with the pack at my side I could gain power with the locals too... could even turn some of them. Once I control them I could choose to become an ally of the Dark Lord or just rule here."

Now that her stomach was full after being starved the past few days and her injuries healed, Hermione's body struggled to stay awake. Lulled by Greyback's soft tone and her gaze lingering on the sprawling mountains, partially hidden by clouds and now bathed in moonlight, she didn't see the man behind her make his transformation into a beast. By the time she felt his hot breath on her neck it was already too late.

The creature's canine fangs sank into her flesh, easily breaking through her skin. The bite was followed by an explosion of pain in her neck- it felt nothing like the time Draco bit her or even Fenrir's own bite when he raped her, this was so much worse. It felt like a raging fire was blazing its way through her veins, burning her blood to dust, scorching and charring her body from the inside out. Overwhelmed by the pain, Hermione remained frozen for what felt like an eternity before she tried to dislodge the brute's teeth. Her attempt to twist away from him resulted in the beast tearing a chunk of flesh from her shoulder.

Hermione screamed in pain but the sound coming out of her mouth was nothing like her own vocals, replaced by something other worldly instead. She sprawled on the ground panting, struggling to draw air into her lungs. But none of her organs were working as normal.

Hair began to sprout over her body, starting from above her sex to along her stomach and up over her chest, coming out thicker over her back. Her rounded ears elongated and turned triangular, the tips still hidden by her gradually receding wild mane of hair. Hermione's tongue swelled and grew till it hung free from her mouth, her lips began to blacken and swell, and fur raced up from her jaw to cover her cheeks and chin. She felt her eyelids change, unaware that her normally brown eyes now sported a golden hue. The heat blooming in her body was nearly unbearable. Her sex pulsed and swelled to expose slick inner lips, the region demanding immediate stimulation.

Hermione hunched slightly, panting, torn between the pain of the transformation and a burgeoning libido. It felt like she was losing control of both mind and body. She whined as her modestly sized breasts flattened. New muscles grew on her chest and over the rest of her body. Bones shifted and cracked, skin stretching as her face lengthened. She arched her back in agony as the bones and muscles at the base of her spine grew and shifted till a tail slid between her bare arse cheeks. Hard, sharp black points pressed through the tips of her fingers, cut through skin and nail as her claws came in. Her hands lengthened, thumbs shortened and the little finger on each hand turned into a dewclaw.

Even through the excruciating pain her gradually changing nose picked up a smell that made her frown. The scent of her sweat and other fluids clung to her but there was something else, a sharp, foul scent that overpowered all other scents even in the open space. She grimaced, almost cutting her lips on the slightly sharpened canine teeth that now jutted out of her mouth.

Her newly formed muzzle sniffed the air trying to identify the source of the unpleasant scent. It was coming from between the legs of the creature before her- the scent was concentrated around his genitals. Sweat beaded along her back, dark fur sprouting between her shoulder blades. She groaned quietly, eyes downcast at the odd sensation. A sudden, intense heat spread through her body, radiating from deep in her belly to down between her legs. The human part of her recognised the effects of the lust potion- the meat she had feasted on minutes ago had been tainted.

She could feel the bare sweaty skin of her body get rapidly covered by a coat of fur. She accidentally dug her claws into her throat while trying to relieve the tightness there as her transformation continued. Hermione got to her feet on legs still partially human. Her thigh muscles bulged and grew denser, her legs covered in tufts of dark fur. She growled as bones cracked and popped, new joints developing and forcing her to the balls of her now widened feet. The padding on the soles of her feet thickened and bloody claws scraped at the earth when her paws finished growing.

She dropped to all fours letting out a startled yelp at the sensation of her newly formed bushy tail sliding against her exposed, engorged pussy lips. Hermione threw her head back letting out a howl of pain and lust which deepened into a bestial roar. Hearing other creatures deep in the forest beyond respond to her howl all human thoughts faded away, replaced with base instincts.

Hunt, kill, eat, fuck, howl-

Hermione's mind struggled to hold its own against the beast she was turning into. She wanted to hunt and kill, but above all that she wanted to find her mate and have him fuck this damn itch out of her system.

The male beside her pressed a paw over her back attempting to mount her. Snarling, Hermione turned and easily shook him off her. She swiped a claw contemptuously across his face, cutting him; if he survived tonight she hoped she could at least leave him scarred.

The other wolf stepped back, in shock. Intuitively, she knew that as her sire she was his to command and she was expected to submit. No, she roared defiantly, unable to articulate the word with her new vocal chords but her intent clearly communicated nevertheless. The she-wolf angrily launched herself at the male, but now he was ready for her. The two wolves tumbled to the ground as they fought, snapping, biting and clawing at each other. There was no way she would ever submit to him. This unworthy male had captured her, separated her from her mate, forced his seed into her and worst of all threatened her pups. He had to die.

The she-wolf was still weak from the abuse she'd suffered in captivity, yet she remained evenly matched with the male wolf who fought off her attacks with every ounce of his experience and strength. Having undergone her first transformation she was quickly getting exhausted, but she was also growing angrier the longer they wrestled without her landing any fatal hits.

In her rage and quest for vengeance Hermione's mind slipped further, surrendering completely to her animal urges. She became careless, her efforts now solely concentrated on hurting the male. She snapped her jaws aggressively and repeatedly attacked head first- no longer bothering to protect her flank or other vulnerable parts- making sure she tore away chunks of his flesh each time. He rose up to strike her with both paws held out. His dominating stance along with his sharp claws would've struck fear in her human heart, but she was no longer human. And she had no plans to yield to anyone ever again. With that thought in mind she recklessly charged at him, leaping forward with jaws open, going straight for his soft throat.

Soon as the she-wolf's powerful jaws clamped around the male's throat, she tugged. In her moment of triumph she was numb to the pain of the injuries caused by his claws tearing into her soft belly; she only felt satisfaction course through her when she finally tasted the blood bubbling in his throat. However she had underestimated the strength of the alpha or the extent of her own injuries because the wolf managed to push her off him.

She geared herself for another round of fighting but felt dizzy. She watched the blood flow freely from her wounds and then looked to the male who had already turned tail and taken off. She needed to attend to her wounds or risk bleeding to death, but she didn't care. '

Hunt, kill, hunt, kill, hunt- was the refrain stuck in her head.

Unable to see him anymore, she blinked her eyes trying to remember which way the male had taken off. She couldn't understand how he had vanished into thin air. She closed her eyes trying to sniff him out but couldn't smell him over the scent of her own rapidly spilling blood.

Although changed, the she-wolf still possessed a sharp wit. Getting healed would have to take priority over her vengeance. Once she was back to full strength she'd deal with her sire as well as everyone else that had ever dared to hurt her or one of her own. She envisioned an army of werewolves following her into battle and destroying everyone who stood in her path. The land of her enemies would turn red with their blood by the time she was done conquering it.

Seeing nothing other than the mountains before her, she went that way in search of help.

Pain. Agonising pain running through his whole body was the only thing Draco was aware of when he finally woke to a churning stomach. He was disoriented at first, believing he was once again experiencing nightmares about the night he was turned but only once his mind registered the strange surroundings did he recall his most recent nightmarish ordeal.

He gasped for air, his body aching as he sat up. The foul taste of skele-gro strong in his mouth he rolled over to the side of the bed and began to vomit, the sound of it splattering to the floor lost over the sounds of his continued retching. His entire body heaved, the motion jerked and jarred freshly healing wounds causing the clots and calluses formed to stretch till he winced from the fresh hurt.

The throbbing pain in his back was a reminder of what he had suffered at the hands of his own aunt. By the time Bellatrix had finished with him death had felt like a certainty. Draco hugged himself remembering how alone and hopeless he'd felt in those last moments. He didn't even realise he was crying till he tasted the tears streaming down his face. It felt like hours had passed by the time he finished. Eyes swollen red, bile and spittle on his mouth, snot dripping from his nose, he mentally thanked Luna and whoever had taken pity on him and fixed him up.

"Oh, Draco!"

He looked up at the sound of a feminine voice. Pansy and Theo rushed to his side.

"It's going to be alright, mate," said Theo, grabbing a clean towel from somewhere and handing it to Draco.

Draco used the towel to wipe his eyes and mouth clean before handing it back to Theo who now held a glass of water for him to drink. He accepted it with a nod of thanks and sipped on it slowly, enjoying its refreshing taste.

Pansy fussed over Draco. She propped his pillows, tucked the sheets, made the room warmer and then cooler again. Looking at him she shook her head and tutted. "I knew it was bad but this was just...horrid. How could Bella..." She stopped, bit her tongue and shook her head again.

Instead of finishing what she was going to say she sat beside him on the bed and used her fingers to groom his hair and ran a hand over his bare chest. Draco didn't object as it was clear she only meant to comfort him with her touch. He leaned in as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling his head down onto her bosom.

"How long?" he finally managed to ask.

"Three days," replied Theo. He was seated at the foot of the bed.

Draco nodded and looked around, taking in his surroundings.

Theo noticed and supplied an answer to the unanswered question. "It's one of the servants' quarters in my home- closer to the dungeon, which is probably where they were expecting me to put you."

Draco nodded again. There were questions he needed to ask but he was too exhausted right now. Still, he managed to ask the most important one.

"Why?"

"After everything we've been through together? How could you think we wouldn't help you if we could?" Pansy spoke softly from beside him. She sounded angry.

"They'd moved on to other entertainment once you passed out," informed Theo. "No one seemed to care anymore. So I asked if I could move you and the Dark Lord didn't object. I brought you to this room and then we tried to fix you as best we could."

"We almost lost you, Draco," said Pansy with tears in her eyes. She pressed her lips against his hairline. "I was so scared. I don't care if you're a werewolf. You're one of my oldest friends and watching what was done... Watching you..." She trailed off, making a swallowing sound.

"It was hard to watch- both, during and after. Neither one of us is proficient with advanced healing spells so we had to get some help... It was a really close call, Draco." It was obvious to Draco that his old friend was feeling a little emotional as he spoke especially since he immediately tried to make light of the situation. "You must be part kneazle with the number of lives you have."

Draco smiled back at Theo's attempt at a joke, fresh tears threatening to spill from his eyes upon discovering what they'd done for him.

"This world is just unbearable. This can't continue. We cannot continue like this."

Draco's body went a little stiff at Pansy's words and all they implied. While he didn't doubt his friends were genuinely shocked and upset over his injuries it was hard to accept that they'd be moved to the point of wanting to rock the boat. He hoped he wasn't being set up for some kind of trap.

Theo, who was watching Draco closely, noticed his expression change to a more guarded one.

"She isn't just saying it because of what happened to you. Both of us had already reached our breaking point long before this incident," explained Theo.

Draco looked at him, studying his old friend for any sign of duplicity.

"There was a reason I chose to take the Bleidd assignment. I wanted to come see you. There is much we need to discuss, Draco. But, right now you need to finish healing up."

"The healer has asked that we try feeding you solids today," said Pansy releasing her hold on Draco and slipping out of bed.

She snapped her fingers summoning an elf who arrived with a bowl of something warm. It didn't smell particularly appetising to Draco, who crinkled his nose and turned away.

"Try eating some of it. It was specially prepared for you. It's filled with nutrients that'll help you heal."

Though prepared differently from what he remembered something about the meal triggered childhood memories for Draco. He ate what was put before him quietly while pondering over what he'd learnt so far.