All Remus could remember was flames. He set the whole house on fire: the
curtains, paintings, furniture. The only thing he forgot was to set a way
out for a way out. The place collapsed, burning on top of him...
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The pack walked into the room. In it was a strange werewolf. Sergei looked at him, while standing behind the others, next to Louis.
The stranger had brown hair, and fairer skin than most. Slowly, the stranger opened his eyes. Next to him, Sergei could hear Louis whisper, "Well of all the lovely."
The stranger was beautiful. He had striking green and brown eyes, not like most of the others, who had various shades of blue. Sergei had known that he was different by the fact of his eye colour, which were black. He had never seen another with a different colour than blue, until this one.
"Who the Hell are you?" was the first out of the stranger's mouth.
"Not who, but *what*," Atrus, the pack leader, said, smiling slightly.
"I know *what* you are. I want to know *who* you are," the stranger said, his voice slightly harsh.
"In that case, I'll introduce you to my pack."
Atrus began to point out who was who. Eleven total.
First there was him. Atrus had auburn hair, tied behind him with a blue satin ribbon. Blue, that was his colour. Sergei couldn't remember how their colour was chosen, but he knew what each member of the pack had for their colour.
Little Anya, who had come with her mother, Miranda. Both had curly blonde hair. Louis, who had dark blonde hair, a length between Atrus' and Sergei's, tied in a green satin bow. Cara, with dark brown hair. William, with white-blonde hair, and his brother Henrik. Irish Malachy, with black hair and green-blue eyes. Thomas, with sandy hair, and the person he was closest to, red-hair Cirrus.
"And...where are you? Ah, yes. Sergei." Sergei was white skinned with black hair, longer than any others in the pack. In was slightly below the shoulders, and unlike his compatriots, it was not tied back. His eyes were black. He was black and white, even his colour was black.
Anya walked up to the stranger's bed. "What's your name?" she asked.
The stranger gave her a small smile. "Remus. I'm afraid I don't have a pack."
In the distance, a small bell rang, signaling dinner. "Perhaps when you feel better you can join us," Atrus said, taking Anya's hand and turning out of the room. The other's passed Sergei. He only stayed for a moment before following.
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Remus didn't know what to think of the werewolves that had helped him. His first thought was to be grateful.
But when he looked into Atrus' eyes, he felt only distrust. It was like he was hiding something. There were others he felt complete distrust for. He also began feeling that they were hiding stuff not only from him, but from the rest of the pack.
He trusted the little girl, Anya, and her mother, and Malachy. He felt himself trusting Louis too, but the others...
He looked at the dark one, Sergei. His first impression was this was another to be distrusted. But then he looked again. No, Sergei, though dark, was trustable.
He woke up again the next morning, and felt hungry. He looked around without sitting up, and noticed Anya looking at him.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello."
"You said you don't have a pack?"
"I don't."
"But you have too." She climbed up onto the bed, while he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Everybody does. Maybe if you told Atrus a name you remember, he could help you find where you belong." She brightened at the thought of somebody finding their people.
"My people are dead. There's nothing to be done," he said, somewhat sadly.
"Oh." She looked down, sadly. "They must have been killed in that battle Sergei told the others about. The one at Moongate."
"Yes." It was only half true. His godfather, who was also a werewolf, had been killed, and Loki, his godmother, was lost. His friends were all dead though, as was his family, but they were all human.
"Hey!" she exclaimed suddenly, looking excited, "Maybe *we* be your pack. I'll be your friend, even if nobody else will."
He smiled. The little girl was very sweet, and it was hard to be sad around her. "Maybe..." he said, still grinning.
"Did you have a job before you joined us?" she asked, sounding as if he had already become a pack member.
"I wanted to be a teacher. I was in school still, before it burned down," he said.
She drew her legs up under chin. Her dress was a beautiful yellow, and a yellow ribbon tied back her hair. "Did you burn it down?" she asked.
"What gave you that idea," he asked, shocked.
"Somebody said you burned it down."
"I didn't burn the school down. I burned a building that belonged to *me*. You should never burn something that isn't yours," he said, smiling again.
"Do you often burn your stuff?" she asked, her eyes bright.
"If I don't like it," then he whispered, "I do it all the time. But don't tell your mother, I don't think she'd like that."
The little girl gave a giggle.
"Don't tell me *what*?" A suspicious Miranda entered the room, dressing in a lavender dress.
"I was just telling her about how I burned down my house," Remus said, looking sheepish.
Miranda tutted him, but still smiled. She dropped a package on the chair that Anya had previously been sitting in.
"Here's some clothes for you. Breakfast will be in about half an hour. Anya, go put on your shoes, we have some shopping to do soon," she said.
Anya ran out of the room.
Miranda walked over to a window and pulled the thick curtains open. "Some sunshine will do you good," she said, as warm light poured into the room.
"So it will," Remus agreed.
She walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Remus opened the package. Inside was three sets of pants, some shirts, a deep green vest, and several other vestments. When he reached the bottom, he pulled out probably the most gorgeous cloak he had ever seen. He knew that his eyes were the size of saucers as he unfolded it. It was forest green velvet, with a white silk lining and silver fastenings. Not real silver, he knew, but beautiful all the same.
He got dressed, and went downstairs in time for breakfast.
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The pack walked into the room. In it was a strange werewolf. Sergei looked at him, while standing behind the others, next to Louis.
The stranger had brown hair, and fairer skin than most. Slowly, the stranger opened his eyes. Next to him, Sergei could hear Louis whisper, "Well of all the lovely."
The stranger was beautiful. He had striking green and brown eyes, not like most of the others, who had various shades of blue. Sergei had known that he was different by the fact of his eye colour, which were black. He had never seen another with a different colour than blue, until this one.
"Who the Hell are you?" was the first out of the stranger's mouth.
"Not who, but *what*," Atrus, the pack leader, said, smiling slightly.
"I know *what* you are. I want to know *who* you are," the stranger said, his voice slightly harsh.
"In that case, I'll introduce you to my pack."
Atrus began to point out who was who. Eleven total.
First there was him. Atrus had auburn hair, tied behind him with a blue satin ribbon. Blue, that was his colour. Sergei couldn't remember how their colour was chosen, but he knew what each member of the pack had for their colour.
Little Anya, who had come with her mother, Miranda. Both had curly blonde hair. Louis, who had dark blonde hair, a length between Atrus' and Sergei's, tied in a green satin bow. Cara, with dark brown hair. William, with white-blonde hair, and his brother Henrik. Irish Malachy, with black hair and green-blue eyes. Thomas, with sandy hair, and the person he was closest to, red-hair Cirrus.
"And...where are you? Ah, yes. Sergei." Sergei was white skinned with black hair, longer than any others in the pack. In was slightly below the shoulders, and unlike his compatriots, it was not tied back. His eyes were black. He was black and white, even his colour was black.
Anya walked up to the stranger's bed. "What's your name?" she asked.
The stranger gave her a small smile. "Remus. I'm afraid I don't have a pack."
In the distance, a small bell rang, signaling dinner. "Perhaps when you feel better you can join us," Atrus said, taking Anya's hand and turning out of the room. The other's passed Sergei. He only stayed for a moment before following.
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Remus didn't know what to think of the werewolves that had helped him. His first thought was to be grateful.
But when he looked into Atrus' eyes, he felt only distrust. It was like he was hiding something. There were others he felt complete distrust for. He also began feeling that they were hiding stuff not only from him, but from the rest of the pack.
He trusted the little girl, Anya, and her mother, and Malachy. He felt himself trusting Louis too, but the others...
He looked at the dark one, Sergei. His first impression was this was another to be distrusted. But then he looked again. No, Sergei, though dark, was trustable.
He woke up again the next morning, and felt hungry. He looked around without sitting up, and noticed Anya looking at him.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello."
"You said you don't have a pack?"
"I don't."
"But you have too." She climbed up onto the bed, while he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Everybody does. Maybe if you told Atrus a name you remember, he could help you find where you belong." She brightened at the thought of somebody finding their people.
"My people are dead. There's nothing to be done," he said, somewhat sadly.
"Oh." She looked down, sadly. "They must have been killed in that battle Sergei told the others about. The one at Moongate."
"Yes." It was only half true. His godfather, who was also a werewolf, had been killed, and Loki, his godmother, was lost. His friends were all dead though, as was his family, but they were all human.
"Hey!" she exclaimed suddenly, looking excited, "Maybe *we* be your pack. I'll be your friend, even if nobody else will."
He smiled. The little girl was very sweet, and it was hard to be sad around her. "Maybe..." he said, still grinning.
"Did you have a job before you joined us?" she asked, sounding as if he had already become a pack member.
"I wanted to be a teacher. I was in school still, before it burned down," he said.
She drew her legs up under chin. Her dress was a beautiful yellow, and a yellow ribbon tied back her hair. "Did you burn it down?" she asked.
"What gave you that idea," he asked, shocked.
"Somebody said you burned it down."
"I didn't burn the school down. I burned a building that belonged to *me*. You should never burn something that isn't yours," he said, smiling again.
"Do you often burn your stuff?" she asked, her eyes bright.
"If I don't like it," then he whispered, "I do it all the time. But don't tell your mother, I don't think she'd like that."
The little girl gave a giggle.
"Don't tell me *what*?" A suspicious Miranda entered the room, dressing in a lavender dress.
"I was just telling her about how I burned down my house," Remus said, looking sheepish.
Miranda tutted him, but still smiled. She dropped a package on the chair that Anya had previously been sitting in.
"Here's some clothes for you. Breakfast will be in about half an hour. Anya, go put on your shoes, we have some shopping to do soon," she said.
Anya ran out of the room.
Miranda walked over to a window and pulled the thick curtains open. "Some sunshine will do you good," she said, as warm light poured into the room.
"So it will," Remus agreed.
She walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Remus opened the package. Inside was three sets of pants, some shirts, a deep green vest, and several other vestments. When he reached the bottom, he pulled out probably the most gorgeous cloak he had ever seen. He knew that his eyes were the size of saucers as he unfolded it. It was forest green velvet, with a white silk lining and silver fastenings. Not real silver, he knew, but beautiful all the same.
He got dressed, and went downstairs in time for breakfast.
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