Chapter 2: Wolf Moon Rises Again

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Remus never did call the number the boy, Oz, had left for him. Mostly because he didn't have a phone, but now on the night before the full moon Remus wish he had. He had enjoyed the young pup's company last month. Not to mention, Remus had felt a certain pull towards Oz. Something he had never felt around anyone else before. Remus sighed and got up to make sure his office door was locked.

Remus groaned and dropped to his knees as he felt the change overcome him. He had once tried to hold back on the change. That had been a bad idea, Remus wondered how Oz had been able to do it.

Remus curled up and laid his head on his paws. He wanted to go out again like last time but someone had seen him last moon. He didn't want to risk it happening again. Remus wondered if Oz would be out there tonight.

Remus had been dozing when he heard the trap door open. Remus cautiously raised his head. Only five people knew about the trap door and three of them were dead and the other in the most guarded prison in the world so that just left….

Oz crawled in and stood up glancing around Remus's office. Remus noticed that tonight Oz's hair was fire engine red. Also his clothes looked a bit more ragged than normal. In fact Remus breathed in deep, he smelled blood. Remus jumped out of his chair and began to inspect Oz. Remus found a long gash on Oz's arm and started to lick it.

Oz gently pulled his arm back, "I'm okay."

Remus whined at Oz and cocked his head to the side. Oz shrugged, "I don't think the forest likes me."

Remus gently nipped at Oz's beads that were woven around his wrist. Remus wanted Oz to change, his wolf had never felt more at peace than when Oz was with him in wolf form.

Oz looked at Remus and gave a slight laugh, "Alright, alright." Oz pulled off his clothes before unwinding his beads and placing them on Remus's desk. Oz became a wolf as soon as he let go of the beads.

Oz looked at Remus. He had been walking around Scotland when he smelled magic, stronger then what he had ever smelled around Willow and different from hers too. Oz was going to let it go when he smelled another werewolf. When Oz had laid eyes on Remus, something inside of him just clicked. It was like what he felt for Willow but with the same pull that Veruca had. His inner wolf had screamed one thought at Oz, my mate.

Remus was staring back at Oz unaware that both of their inner wolves were screaming for the same thing. Although Remus couldn't hear his as well because of the Wolfsbane potion.

Oz nodded his head towards the trap door wanting to go outside but Remus shook his head no. Oz gave the equivalent of a wolf shrug and laid down were he stood. Remus laid down next to him, occasionally licking Oz's still slightly bleeding front leg.

The wolves slowly drifted to sleep, their inner wolves content lying next to their mates.

Oz woke up first once again. He looked down at Remus and smiled. He hadn't felt this way since he had been with Willow. Still Oz wasn't sure he could stay, he didn't know what this castle was but it reeked of magic. And he wasn't sure what type of magic these people practiced. All he knew was that it wasn't earth magic. Oz threw his clothes back on, put his beads back on as well and was about to go when his wrist was grabbed.

"Please don't." Remus whispered quietly. Oz glanced down at Remus and gave a sad smile. "Please." Remus said again. He stood up slowly and pulled Oz to him. Oz didn't put up much resistance, he couldn't help feeling this was right. And this time there was no one else in his life that he had to worry about hurting.

Remus, not really thinking about anything other than that Oz should stay with him, placed a soft kiss on Oz's lips.

In that moment Oz melted and knew he wasn't going anywhere for as long as Remus wanted him to stay he would.