Lilith was an iffy sort of, not very much at all secure with Draco watching the door. He seemed the safest choice out of all the men, too proper to bust in on her well needed shower. Not that she hadn't dragged a chair into the bathroom to lodge beneath the door handle anyway. There hadn't been any hint of sexual assault in their files and if they'd really wanted to the men had had more than ample opportunity to harm her, but still. The DeathEaters hadn't given her any reason to trust them, they'd already crossed more than a few lines. Mostly though she was worried about any shenanigans they might try, she didn't need the added embarrassment of someone seeing her stark naked.
Lilith quickly stripped and stepped into the soothing hot water, immediately feeling some of the tension easing from her muscles. She closed her eyes for a time just letting the water wash over her and take the remnants of her awful nights sleep down the drain with it. She didn't want to think or plot, she'd had ample time for that after waking up to find Dolohov soothing her, as she hadn't been able to get back to sleep. All Lilith wanted to do was feel some contentment, even if it was just for a short time and slightly fake. Soon she moved onto business and began washing all the crusty sweat and soot from her sore, and still exhausted body. All in all though it could have been worse considering they'd successfully escaped the most notorious prison in all of the wizarding world.
It wasn't until she haphazardly dumped shampoo over her head and began working it through her tangled curls that a stinging sensation in her shoulder arrested her attention. Lilith quickly rinsed the shampoo from her hair and gingerly began feeling around the top of her shoulder to inspect the damage. It didn't hurt terribly bad until her fingers padded over a large divot and she hissed in pain. What the fuck? She didn't recall hurting herself beyond a few random scrapes and bruises. Further exploration and more pain revealed three more divots of similar shape and size and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her belly.
The witch jumped recklessly from the shower, almost slipping in her haste to get to the mirror. She cursed lightly and wiped the fog from the mirror with her wet hand. Holding her hair back she peered into the mirror, stupidly not at all prepared for what she found. The image staring back at Lilith made her body shudder in rage...teeth marks. Teeth marks! And suddenly it dawned on her what Rabastan had meant by Fenrir claiming her and why he'd been calling her his mate. How had she not fucking realized? How dare he?
Randomly she wondered, what would my mother think? Gods, she'd be horrified.
Lilith halfheartedly combed her hair and dried herself off before jumping into the clothes Draco had done a quick cleansing spell on. There was no time for looking nice! She was done, really and truly fucking done with these men. Rage boiling over, Lilith flung the old wooden chair out of the way and burst from the bathroom, startling Draco.
"Where's Greyback?" she growled through clenched teeth.
Draco blinked at the witch, taken aback at the sudden change in her mood. She'd been slightly crestfallen when she'd barricaded herself in the loo but hadn't seemed at all angry, now her eyes were teeming with magic.
"I...I dunno…" he murmured, even though she was already stalking away, eyes wide with surprise.
"Fenrir!" Lilith yelled as she barreled down the stairs two at a time.
Rodolphus, who had been heading to the kitchen to try and scrounge up some food, paused at the bottom of the stairs mid-step. His mouth was frozen halfway between his normal scowl and a half smirk as he watched the little witch jump the remaining stairs, landing right in front of him like a cat.
"Where's Fenrir?" she demanded, turning her head to scan the kitchen through the doorway behind them.
Rod hooked his thumb over his shoulder to indicate the living room, his half smirk turning into a full grin. Lilith pushed past him and he turned to follow, fuck breakfast this would be way better! She found the remaining DeathEaters spread out across the living room, the wolf sitting back in the recliner beside the one Antonin was still occupying. He didn't look at all surprised at the fury etched across her features, rather seemed like he'd been waiting for it.
"Yooooooouuuuuu bit me!" Lilith accused, pointing a finger at Greyback.
Why did everything think they could just do whatever they wanted with her? This was probably her own fault, she realized, she'd been too soft and had allowed them to see her vulnerability.
Fenrir rose to his feet calmly, when he'd overheard her asking Malfoy to watch the bathroom door he immediately knew it would lead to this. Gods though Lilith was adorable when she was angry, her normally pouty lips pressed into a thin line, eyes glaring daggers at him. The more he saw of his mates' fiercer side the more beautiful and appealing she was to him.
"I did." he nonchalantly confirmed without an ounce of shame or guilt.
Suddenly Lilith was overwhelmed with the urge to get her hands on a wand and hex the man stupid. Without warning she jumped on Finn, who happened to be the nearest to her and lounging lazily on the couch just watching the action. Despite his size, Thorfinn huffed as the breath was forced from his lungs when the little witch threw her entire body weight into his lap, one sharp elbow taking him in the belly. Before he even knew what was happening she had stolen his wand and was back on her feet facing off with Greyback.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hex you into oblivion." she challenged, eyes narrowing.
No one made a move to stop Lilith, half from varying degrees of shock, half from knowing the wolf could fend for himself. Fenrir just stared at the wand blandly.
"You couldn't hex me if you tried little wolf, I'm your mate." he said in the same calm voice, crossing his arms over his chest.
Rabastan, who stood quietly with his back to the corner, knew he should be hurting for his angel and part of him did. But a much larger part was flooded with relief that this was finally coming to light and she would see how retched the man really was. She wouldn't have any qualms about leaving him behind and once they reached safety Rab would find a way to break their bond.
Lilith raised the wand, not believing for a moment that she wouldn't be able to hex Greyback. He was just trying to manipulate her and she wasn't going to be deterred from sending a stinging hex at the wolf. It wouldn't do much harm to a man of his size and strength but it would smart and it would make her feel a little better. But even as she growled the words out, sending as much feeling and magic through the wand as she could, Lilith knew that something was not right. She didn't feel the normal tingle in her hand the magic normally brought with it. Nothing happened, not a spark, not a sting, nothing! Confusion clouded her mind for a moment but she pushed it aside and tried again. But once again not a damn thing happened. How did that even work? How did a bite keep her magic from working against him? The smirk that settled on Fenrir's lips only infuriated the witch further, and yet at the same time his eyes pulled at her in unnameable ways yet again. Why couldn't just one damn thing go her way? Why couldn't she even properly hate him?
Her fury reaching an all time high, Lilith turned to the picture window and shouted "Finestra!"
Instantly the ear piercing sound of shattering glass filled the room and the spray that followed had every one of the DeathEaters ducking, even Fenrir. Watching the curtains fly back, little sparkling shards of glass flying through the air gave her a deep sense of satisfaction, even as they pelted her body. He couldn't stop that. They were kind of beautiful, in dark destructive sort of way, the morning sun making little rainbows on the glass. Lilith spun on her heel, the adrenaline that pumped through her veins masking the pain of the glass beneath her bare feet as she walked slowly from the room and right out the screen door in the kitchen. She left them behind in an awed silence.