They'd seen the moonlight a thousand times from the tiny windows they were afforded and countless times before imprisonment but it had never looked half so beautiful as it did the moment they emerged into the cool night. Seeing the world through the eyes of freedom was like seeing it for the first time and the brilliance of it wasn't lost on any of the men. Fenrir paused and closed his eyes, just letting the moonlight wash over him and mingle harmoniously with his wolf. He felt powerful and unleashed, he was never going back. Thorfinn stumbled along a few feet, eyes glued on the moon as well, until he bumped into Draco who hardly noticed. It was everything they'd dreamt of for so long and yet their dreams hadn't done any of it justice. The air was fresh not musty or stale and the wind swept their long locks with real fervor, it was heavenly. Lucius couldn't help but grin unabashedly where he was normally reserved. They would lay low for a day, two tops and then he'd finally be able to return home to Narcissa. He hadn't seen her the entire time, as lifers weren't allowed visitors but he could still picture her face like it was right in front of him. Antonin wasn't quite as impressed with the outdoors as the others but he was beyond anxious to return to his manor. He hadn't read a book in years or worked on a new spell, hadn't even laid a hand on a wand, there was so much to do.

Lilith collapsed on the ground, back against the large oak tree that stood guard over the door leading to and from their escape tunnel. The door was completely invisible from the outside and inaccessible with the normal spells, Dolohov had tried out of curiosity. Her body was aching from head to toe, even one of her butt cheeks hurt from when she'd stumbled earlier and fallen on it. She needed a long, hot shower and a good night's sleep. Even just sleep, she'd settle for sleep.

"We should go." Dolohov announced after a far too short rest. "We'll apparate to the safe house and decide from there in the morning."

"Yes well," Lilith began, rising to her feet. "good luck to you, it's been swell." she gave him a little point and shoot and her most sarcastic tone. "May I have my wand back now?"

She was done. She was going to carefully ward her house, get some rest, pack and figure out how to get home without being arrested, that was key. Mom, Dad you were right but also very wrong because who could have seen my turning into a fugitive coming?

"Ahhh, sorry little one." Antonin replied with a humorless laugh. He shook his head and looked down for a moment, hands on his hips. "This is not the end of our acquaintanceship."

Lilith simply nodded in reply, eyes closed for moment as she counted to ten, she'd worried about this. Seven fugitive DeathEaters and her, their liability. The men had all hoped, rather stupidly, that Lucius was going to step up and explain what he'd volunteered her for but he'd been silent for most of the trek. It was just as well though, Dolohov thought, he had wanted an opportunity to draw the witch to his side and this would have to be it. Lilith pursed her lips for a long moment to quelch the scream building up inside her like a volcano. Counting to ten was a crock.

"I hate you, you, you, you, you, you, and you." she said sweetly, glaring at each DeathEater in turn.

Lilith knew she could fight and lose because it was seven against one and she had no wand or run and be caught. They were still unsure of their exact location and anyone could have been lurking, namely guards. One false move, i.e. running off into the night like a maniac, could land them all behind bars. Azkaban was the last place she wanted to be, the company of DeathEaters was one tiny step above it. For the moment she would have to play the complacent captive and go along with them.

"Lilith." Draco said softly as he slid out of the shadows to her side, white-blonde hair almost glowing beneath the moonlight. This was his chance to gain her trust and make his father proud. "You've been good to us, we would never hurt you."

With great effort Rodolphus held back his snort of disgust at Malfoy junior's consolations. The witch wasn't worried about being hurt, she just bloody wanted to go home, which he would have been totally ok with after all the trouble she'd been. How many more DeathEaters were going to fall at her feet?

"Thank you." Lilith replied as kindly as she could despite the situation. He was trying, but truly the only thing that would have made her feel better was the return of her wand and a goodbye pat on the back.

Fenrir watched his mate cautiously as he slowly made his way over to her. She seemed to be taking the turn of events quite well, almost too well, which made him suspicious. Lilith had given them hell when they'd first revived her in the tunnel, until she'd thought through the pros and cons of moving forward. The pro had been not being imprisoned. So the question was, what pro had she seen in going along without protest?

"I'll apparate us." Fenrir said quietly, as he popped up on her other side. Lilith jumped and cursed, for such a large man he was quite stealthy. Before she could scold the wolf however he grasped her arm and sidelong apparated them.

Lilith stumbled a bit when they landed from the surprise disapparation but Fenrir's strong grip kept her from falling. She looked up into his eyes for a moment with emotions he couldn't read, something between confusion and longing, before pulling her arm away. Fenrir had no idea what the look meant, though anything was better than some of the contemptuous ones he'd received, but he liked it.

Well it's better than a jail cell, she thought with a sigh staring at the small "safe house" before them. The house itself was lovely, small and quaint with an earthy brick exterior but it was literally in the middle of nowhere. Surrounding it were trees, trees and ...more trees. So the forrestation would present a problem. Unless Lilith could find a hippogriff or a centaur to give her a lift, she'd need to secure a wand. A setback, she told herself, not a roadblock, not an end all, merely a setback.

"Home sweet home." Thorfinn hummed on his way past and swatted Lilith's bum playfully, chuckling when she cursed at him.

It looked pretty dumpy compared to Rowle Manor but it was warm, safe and they'd actually had some good times there. But quite frankly he would even have been happy with Fenrir's cave over Azkaban.

"Shall we go inside little wolf?" Greyback asked in a gentlemanly tone, hand outstretched towards the house, silently making note to deal with Thor later.

"What did Rabastan mean earlier about you "claiming me"?" Lilith demanded at the reminder, not making a move towards the house.

Fenrir nodded, suppressing his smile at the thought of finally having found his mate figuring she wouldn't appreciate it just yet.

"We have a lot to talk about but perhaps it would be better after getting some rest." he wanted her to have a clear head and an open mind. His deeds over the last day or so would need a big dash of understanding and forgiveness. Gods, was Fenrir Greyback really seeking forgiveness? His witch was indeed more powerful than she knew, in more ways than she knew.

Lilith was a little surprised to find herself readily agreeing but gods she was tired of body and mind, so very tired. She'd fainted, been charmed, walked for a goddamned year, was dirty and her ass cheek was probably bruised. Sleep sounded like the best idea in the world just then, so she nodded in reply and followed the werewolf into the safe house.

Rabastan watched them from the shadows, the sting of jealousy tweaking the more mercenary part of his mind. He could recall only one time in his life having been nearly that jealous, when the object of his affection had preferred his older brother to himself. Her efforts behind his back had gone nowhere however as Rod had rejected her out of brotherly love. This time however there was no love between himself and Greyback and any respect they'd afforded one another as DeathEaters had gone out the window. Rab had never felt so strongly about a woman or the fact that something was meant to be. Fenrir couldn't take care of her the way he could and would probably just let the dark lord do with her as he pleased. He wasn't going to allow his angel to fall into either of their hands, no matter what lengths he had to go to.