Titanium

Author's notes: So, as stated in the last chapter, I'm not doing a bottom A/N because I honestly feel like it's a waste of space. (I'll put a bottom A/N every now and again because a few readers like it~). So, my top a/ns will just be really long. Not that they aren't already. I'm really glad you all liked our last chapter, and I've loved talking with all my readers over different mildly entertaining ideas! A few actually made me come up with an entire scene that I'll be writing out in the next few chapters with Siri and Harrison. I've decided about when I'm going to change Nev back, and I have to say, most of us will be sexually frustrated after it happens. Just saying. Anyway, thanks to all the reviewers, to all the people who have added this story to their favorites, to their story alerts, and even to their hearts! I can't wait to write more, and I know you can't wait to read more, so here we go! Oh, P.S I don't really feel like I write dialogue very well, so bear with me please! –CJG

Warning: Homosexual relationships, dark themes, violence, language, and angst. If you don't like, please don't read.

Chapter Twelve: Connection for the Wolf

Characters: Remus Lupin. Location: Rohan

"Crucio"

The horrible unforgivable curse passed through his lips with unforgiving ease and with a dead precision. Even without his wand the curse hit the disgusting man dead in the chest, sending him crashing to the floor in a horrifying screaming heap. The blood curdling shrieks and the incoherent babble was blocked out with a silencing charm that only surrounded the sleeping child on his bed. Everyone else in the room, and likely the entirety of the realm could hear the man. He couldn't control his crackling wild magic, nor did he want to.

He watched the heap of flesh squirm, begging and pleading for Remus to make the pain stop it, to stop the never ending stabbing of knifes. To dull the burning fire that was killing his mind from the very core of his being. Remus, though normally gracious, was much like a mother dragon, protecting his hatchling which now slept innocently unaware of the torture that her "father" was giving. He heard the chairs squeak as people jumped up, but he vaguely heard the healer snarl for the royalty of Rohan to stay away.

Remus wasn't sadistic; in fact he found watching the Cruciatus curse to be almost as painful to watch as it was to be under. He was actually a submissive by birth, not completely controlled by others, but knowing that he would be almost completely useless when a command was given by his mate, unless he felt strongly on the subject. He hated torturing this man who he hardly knew, but he was betraying Rohan. The only think on this world that he knew was safe, or safe enough.

The man was a sobbing mess of flesh by the time that Remus took the Cruciatus curse off of his body. He rolled around on the aftershocks, still twitching, still screaming though it was now muted because his voice had gone hoarse in a matter of moments. Remus turned with a slight sneer when the man simply lay there, heaving and huffing out cries. He lay begging for forgiveness, begging for anything to ease the pain that he was feeling at that moment.

"I will not speak of anything with you anywhere near my chambers!" He hissed as he sat on the edge of his own bed. To anyone he would look like a king on a throne, his graceful features twisted in an aura of dominance, even if he was submissive, and "No words will escape my lips with that thing anywhere near my cub." He hissed in a low tone, jerking toward the sleeping child, who was protected by not only a silencing charm, but a shield of a soft blue hue, "Get out now." His voice boomed to the creature, standing quickly as he didn't move right away, "I'll deal with you when I please, worm." With that he watched in great pleasure as the man slowly pulled his body up, and fought to move as fast as he could to the door.

Remus gripped the wooden frame of his bed, his breathing was heavy, his eyes an even more unnatural shade of gold. He didn't dare look at his hosts, god if the light could see him now. What would Harrison say? No, more what would Neville say? Harrison wouldn't even have let the worm walk into his room; the creature would have been dead in a most painful manner in a matter of seconds.

"What did you do to him?" A deep voice rumbled for the first time, his eyes jerked quickly to the man who was staring at him with wide eyes. The man was broad, obviously extremely muscular, his face was well carved, and he sported his facial hair was grace; it seemed to make him look younger and more full of life, rather than older. He was tall; clearly even sitting he was almost too broad and tall to fit in his chair. No he wasn't "fat" as one would say, it was pure raw power built in a human package. One sniff of the air told Remus that this man was powerful, and that though he held such power he was kind, and he was extremely honest. His hair was long; it was slightly damp from what must have been some form of bathing, thus darkening the color which reminded him of a golden necklace.

"What did it look like I did? I cursed him of course." He snapped bitterly, obviously now brooding over the fact that he had failed the training and teaching of the laws he had tried so hard to live by since his father's treatment and clear ignorance to them.

"Cursed him how?" The voice was much smoother; it was less of a rumble, more of a gentle coo. Remus allowed his eyes to switch from the tall and broad man, to the slightly smaller, yet equally powerful man sitting at the other's side. Of the healer, he was a tad taller than the broad man, yet he was much thinner, clearly sporting a high metabolism, and different bone structure. He, unlike his partner, had much longer golden blond hair that graced just to the bottom of his shoulder blades compared to his partner whose hair lay neatly on his shoulders. His eyes were a bright green, contrasting greatly with the broad man's stunning pale blue.

"I'm a wizard; I simply summoned my magic to do my bidding. I must say I'm feeling quite the guilt now." He admitted, sniffing lightly in attempt to hide the tears that were threatening to form. He still felt such rage toward the other man. Of course he wanted to crucio the stupid muggle into the ground for betraying these people! They all seemed so kind, simply asking what he had done, and not threatening to slit his throat or throw him into Azkaban for doing it, "I have been under that curse before; it's not a walk through the flowers I shall tell you. That was a common dark curse on my world."

His voice was clearly full of pain at the mention of his world. The world that had died during that great and bloody war, and the war that had caused so much pain to the survivors. Sure, it gave him the chance to find his mates, but it didn't make him happy to say that he was here, while the rest of his world rotted above ground. Though they would just rot, there were no bugs or animal's to eat the flesh, it would allow them to decompose slowly, and at a painfully disgusting rate.

"My vision said you were sent from a world of shadow, what did that mean?" Lain asked, her eyes full of wonder and interest. Remus flinched at the word; shadow a hidden meaning deep within.

"There was a great war on my world. A war that held no qualms on whose life should be taken, it took no prisoners, and it held none to live who you do not feel on this world. That war, the bloodiest war, took everything." He paused, knowing that now there were tears streaming down his cheeks. He hadn't intended to be so blunt with them, when he looked up to meet the eyes of the two great men of Rohan he simply sighed hopelessly. "That war took everyone, it took everything. Women, children, man, and beast alike. It took the breeze, it took the joy, and it took life away from my world. It killed everything, and everyone except four." He explained as a slight sob caught in his throat. He felt his body start to tremble. "The gods were cruel, not leaving a single cell to reproduce, not leaving creatures that could give children to its lands again." He felt the bed sink on both sides of him as he noticed both of the high men of Rohan sat beside him.

"Why was there a war, Remus, can you tell us why?" Lain questioned softly, kneeling before the now sobbing man.

"Hate, the war was over blood, it was over hatred born of stupidity and predigest. It was born because of him. Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord Voldemort. A man isn't born evil, but he was bloody well close." Remus chocked out bitterly, only flinching lightly when he felt the touch of the Marshals of Rohan, he seemed to calm instantly as both rubbed circles into his shoulders with care, "I apologize, and no one should see that curse, not even the worst. I'm just so angry; he will bring great evil in the time to come. He's like Wormtail, a great betrayer of our world. Harrison, my godson, was orphaned because of Wormtail. Sirius, one of the four survivors was locked away in a horrible place, for a very long time because of him. He smelled just like him, of lies and deceit. I couldn't resist, I couldn't help it. Moony is so angry, my wolf. He's so angry that he cannot see the sky."

Remus realized he was rambling horribly only after he heard a slight giggle from Lain. He blushed a deep shade of red, yet he couldn't seem to care in the slightest. He just couldn't control himself, he needed to vent, and here sat the most literally perfect group of people to vent to.

"We spent so long burying the dead," He didn't notice a slight flinch, or a shared expression from either Rohirrim, "days I imagine, it might have even been weeks, and we couldn't track time. We were all so numb; I don't think any of us would have cared either way." He whispered softly.

"Once you rest for a bit longer, cousin Eomer and I will take you to the balcony with Alta. Would that be to your liking?" Theodred asked quietly, his breathing seemed slightly uneven, as if he was excited as a puppy could possibly be.

Remus's head jerking to look between the Rohirrim, a slightly broad smile crossed his dull, tear stained face. He nodded lightly as if he was agreeing, not trusting his voice to speak at that moment. His emotions betraying him, his mind was in so many places at once he didn't even know what to think. When he locked eyes with Theodred, and then Eomer, he suddenly felt a strong tug. That tug could only possibly mean one thing, and he was slightly shocked to find that, that one thing was something he had been long for a very long time.

It only meant one thing; he slightly cursed Moony for not seeing it sooner! Mates, two high men of Rohan, Eomer and Theodred, second and third Marshal of the mark, were his soul mates. Morgana that was most certainly not what he was expecting. His jaw dropped, smile fading slightly as he looked between the two men. His mind was swirling, how hadn't he noticed? Moony thought they smelled a bit different than the other humans who had come in and out of the place to check on him, but never really made the connection. Stars started forming to cloud his vision, his body still trembling violently at the thought of it.

"Oh Merlin," was all he seemed to get out before exhaustion finally took him, and he fainted into the side of one prince of Rohan.