Trees. Forest. Sun. Wind. Grass… What? Harry quickly sat up and was struck by a wave of dizziness. Where was he?! Harry saw a forest and his surroundings were very unfamiliar. He looked around him and saw nature surrounding him. His head was fuzzy and light. He shook his head lightly and tried to get his bearings. His head was spinning, but he managed to sit up and gaze at the area near me. It was a soft grass meadow with trees softly blowing in the wind. The air was fresh and light, definitely in the middle of a forest. It was so beautiful that Harry couldn't help but take a deep breath in. His lungs filled with the fresh air, and Harry felt a deep wave of relaxation go through him. Although his relaxation was short lived.

As Harry gazed around his surroundings, he felt many questions arise in his mind. Where was he? How did he get here? What happened before he passed out? Did someone take him here? If so, did they mean him harm?

The thoughts and questions kept rushing at him, but no answers arose in his mind. With each question that arose in his mind, a bundle of nerves tightened with each uncertainty. He knew that he was in trouble. An unknown situation is never a good situation.

The memories of the night prior flooded into his mind. The tower. Dumbledore. Snape. The wolf. The bite of the wolf and what it meant for his future. All of it. He knew that he was in trouble and that it would not be an easy solution. He was a werewolf and he was in the forest with no other wizard in sight; however, there was a campsite.

Despite the fact that it is midday, there is a fire near him. The flames were strong and warm with a power not often found in normal man-made flames. Harry looked down at himself to get a full picture of his situation. He knew that he was not going to be okay, long term. However, he didn't know if he was going to be okay surviving in the forest. Harry was realistic; he knew that he couldn't survive in the forest on his own.

There was the fire and two large logs near the fire, as if to sit on. Harry was laying a few feet away from the fire, close enough to keep warm, but not too close.

Harry patted his clothes. His pockets were empty which caused Harry to panic until he felt his wand jab him as he shifted. He released a breath full of tension. He had his wand. Harry wasn't completely doomed and helpless. Harry further inspects the remaining of his clothes. Yesterday, his clothes had been soaked and torn by the cave and the battle on Hogwarts. The wolf yesterday further tore his shirt sleeves. Harry knew that he looked like a disaster last night, but his clothes looked like new today, fully mended. Harry's confusion mounted even more.

Harry stood up and dusted his pants off. He lightly stretched and enjoyed the warmth of his muscles. Harry now had a plan; he was going to inspect his surroundings and see how much trouble he was in for. The woods were dense, but the forest was bright from the sun peaking through the leaves. The meadow he was in was open and he could see many feet clearly.

Harry walked around the perimeter of the clearing he was in. As he walked around Harry saw a figure in the woods. He took slow confident steps near the figure. His wand was in hand and he was alert. Constant vigilance.

The figure seemed to grow in height and Harry was startled by the size of the man. They both stilled. The silence was suffocating and Harry felt the urge to get on his knees to make himself as small as possible. The man was pure intimidation, but Harry tried to resist.

The figure grew closer to him and his features became clearer to Harry. The man was huge with broad shoulders and muscular body. Harry felt like his face was familiar to him, but in a vague way, such as passing him on the street.

Harry decided to speak first so he could get a feel for the situation.

"Um… were you the one who helped me? I noticed my arm is healed...mostly."

Harry's arm was indeed healed, but since curse scars cannot be fully healed, Harry's arm was covered in raised scar tissue. A sign of his new status.

The man chuckled. His voice was incredibly deep and rich, and Harry couldn't help but let out a small shudder. Whether the shudder was fear or arousal was an embarrassing question that Harry was definitely NOT going to think about.

Fenrir was watching the smaller man in front of him. He was small, too skinny, and a bit too pale. However, Fenrir thought that he would be a good mate. Though he had to chuckle since it was clear that the man didn't know what being a werewolf entailed. After all, Fenrir didn't need to heal him since he could heal quickly on his own.

"Yeah, so...do you know where we are exactly? This both does and doesn't look like the Forbidden forest. And could you tell me your name?...I am Harry," Harry felt like smacking himself. Why was this so awkward? And why wasn't the man responding.

"You are still in the forbidden forest, though we are quite far from the border. I am Fenrir…", Fenrir paused and tried to gauge his reaction, "I found you injured on the edge of the forest…".

The man stopped talking and Harry once again had more questions than he had answers.

"So, uh, how did you find me then? Were you at Hogwarts when it was attacked? Do you know if the school is okay? And, uh, why do you stand so far away?", Harry's questions shootout rapid fire. As one question poured out, Harry thought of two more. And as the man's silence was prolonged further, Harry became more and more suspicious.

"One at a time pup," Harry's skin prickled at the man's words that were partnered with a smirk.

"I found you, because I smelt you. You smelled...delicious. I was there, but I don't know and don't care about your school."

Welp, Harry's thoughts were confirmed; the man was a werewolf. "Uh, you didn't answer my last question...Fenrir, was it?"

Fenrir couldn't be more pleased. The man, 'Harry', didn't know his reputation.

"I didn't want to overwhelm you with my wolf."

"Your wolf? Why would I be overwhelmed?," Harry was insanely curious.

The man just smirked and took five steps to close the distance.

That's when Harry felt it. A sheer masculine presence that left Harry so weak in his knees that he succumbed and felt his legs crumple.

On his knees, Harry tried to gulp in the air. However, with each gasp he took, he felt even more overwhelmed. Fenrir smelt like the earth after a refreshing rain, pure nature.

After a few minutes of gulping like a deranged fish, Harry finally got his bearings.

"Oh wow! Uh...thank you for waiting to do that." Harry was filled with gratefulness that he had a chance to wake up and ask questions before being overwhelmed. "Will it always feel like this?"

Fenrir's smirk was sinful, "Yes. Your wolf is telling you to submit to me." Finishing his sentence, Fenrir's face was full of a pleased look.

"There is a tip if you want to resist more, pup."

Harry looked up gratefully with puppy eyes, "Please tell me!"

"Submit to me."

Oh god, Harry always thought he was straight, but….he wasn't sure for how long he would believe that.

"Uh… is there anything else?"

Fenrir just chuckled and sat on a log near the fire. Seeing his actions, Harry remembered that he was just sitting on the soft grass in the middle of a meadow. Looking around at his surroundings, Harry was able to ground himself again.

Shaking his head, Harry remembered a pressing concern. Did Fenrir save him because he knew who he was? He had to find out.

"So, you said earlier something about my smell leading you to me? What do you mean by that?"

Fenrir paused and tried to think about how much he should tell him. Deciding that it would be easier to tell him now, "Your smell tells me that you are a potential mate for my wolf."

Harry shifted in discomfort, "a mate? What does that mean?"

"A potential mate," Fenrir responded with emphasis on potential, "means that you are compatible with my wolf. If we mate, we can have many strong offspring."

Harry choked.

"You are saying that I could have children?" Harry was surprised but he wasn't sure what his other feelings were about the matter.

Pleased that Harry assumed that he would carry pups, Fenrir spoke a clear "yes".

"Oh! I, definitely, didn't know that. Do all werewolves have mates?" Harry was thinking about Lupin. He had never seen Lupin with someone.

"Yes, but not every werewolf finds them." Fenrir was officially tired of all of the questions. Deciding to distract Harry, Fenrir reached across the distance between them. He grabbed Harry's wrist and yanked him to the log next to him.

"Much more cozy now."

Oh shit, Harry was screwed. He could not resist the pure sexual appeal of Fenrir.