Chapter 4

Percy felt his body shift, a shudder of pain running through his form. His eyes squeezed shut as his skin seemed to ripple. He threw his head back as his teeth hardened; elongating and biting into his own skin. A howl ripped itself from his mouth as suddenly his eyes shimmered to amber. He could see the stars so clearly.

Howls echoed his; responding to his demand of obedience. Percy pulled himself up, shaking his fur. He gave a wolfish grin as he was mobbed by the wolves around him. The pack was in the area of the forest that they designated for their transformations on the full moon. It was around three miles away from the village. It would be much safer for that number to be ten or even twenty, but there was not nearly enough space to facilitate that amount of distance. It would only take around half an hour, running, to return to the village in wolf form. But there was no other option. The pack was left with this area of forest as their only option.

Their territory totalled around 25 miles. During the full moon the pack needed enough room to hunt, play and bond with one another; while not destroying their personal belongings. This was why Percy had overseen the creation of the area that they were currently in. They need not worry about their other borders of their land as they were conveniently situated on the sea. This gave around fifteen miles in which the hundred and fifty werewolves could spend their time.

Percy threw off the wolves that were attempting to play. There were a few new members of the pack that needed induction into their ways. He may have explained the rules to Teddy and Sam when the two were in their human forms. However the wolf mindset was far more volatile and tended to conveniently forget the rules. A wolf in a new pack was like a toddler testing the rules. Percy needed to be firm with the two new comers.

Percy sniffed the air. He could distinguish the smell of each member of his pack just as all the other wolves could. He knew that right now the two new individuals would be feeling overwhelmed as he had done with his first transformation in a pack. Sam in particular would be feeling angry but not sure why, making him even more angry. Percy easily picked out the two. Percy had far better control of these urges after so many years of transformation. He needed to make sure that his new pack mates did not hurt themselves or anyone else. Even if Teddy had been transforming since he was born being in a pack was different. Letting your instincts control you was far more daunting.

Percy stalked toward the younger wolf first. Sam's wolf form was that of a small wolf cub. The fur on his body was dark brown, while his ears were several shades lighter. As Percy approached the small pup the wolf let out a growl. Percy tilted his head to the side as the small ball of fluff bared his teeth. The small cub lunged at Percy. If Percy had been human he would have laughed at the adorable sight.

Percy merely shifted to avoid the small wolf who landed on the floor with a thud. As the cub readied himself for another lunge Percy brought one of his paws down on the pup; forcing him onto his back. Percy let out a growl; all teeth on show. Sam gave a small whimper in response; his head tilting back further to reveal the small white belly.

Percy's paw was removed and the small wolf quickly got himself to his feet. Percy gave out a small huff before licking Sam's face. The pup let out a small whine before Percy licked him again. Sam looked around; a little lost in the new environment. Percy nudged the pup with his snout; directing him to follow him. With a happy yip, Sam followed.

Twenty minutes later due to the slow walking of the small boy on new paws, Percy located the area in which a lot of the pups were situated. It was made up of many of the turned pups as well as a few others with their parents that were looked over by the ever vigilant Emile. Percy also noticed the telltale shock of bleach blonde fur that was the ever pompous Draco Malfoy.

Percy gave out a small huff as the other wolf looked up from playing with the two equally white younger wolves that circled around him; while he shook the smaller darker blonde wolf from his back. Draco Malfoy had been a wolf for longer than Percy, however the younger man had still been far more inexperienced than Percy when they had first met. It seemed that a life of repression would do that to a person.

According to the story that Draco had later revealed the young man had been turned as a teenager for the Dark Lord's own entertainment. He had been forced to spend his full moons with the very man that had turned him; Fenrir Greyback. It seemed that the fact that Percy had killed the man that had caused him so much torment, was enough to gain the blonde's loyalty. However that didn't make the young man any less of an arse.

Yet it seemed that one Jazz Thomas had managed to get through to the young man; at least a little. Percy supposed that the young woman beating the shit out of the blonde had something to do with it. The bruises had taken weeks to heal. The seven year age difference had been an even bigger blow to the man's ego. Of course, he had fallen head over heals for the woman. That had been nine years ago. Since then the pair had had three children.

The first two had been twins named Ophelia and Astrid Malfoy who were now six. They were identical, with their father's colouring; their hair white and their eyes blue. Two years later and the pair had had a little boy whom they had named Theseus. His hair was a darker blonde with the brown eyes of his mother. The five of them were happy.

Both Draco and Jazz were two of Percy's Betas. Draco was, of course, in charge of politics. Having been so in awe of his father, Draco had, as a young man, learned all that he could about politics. He had hoped to follow in the man's footsteps within the ministry. This had meant that in the years before the werewolf regulations had been tightened that Draco had taken up a position within the ministry. He had progressed rather quickly up the ranks of the ministry, working in the department of mysteries a mere three years after having joined the organisation.

However after laws had been passed that deemed werewolves as non-human it had become mandatory that every person that entered the ministry had to pass through wards that could detect the species of the individual. Suffice to say that Draco had vanished the day that the wards had been introduced. He had quit his job, emptied his bank accounts and fled to a rather remote area of land near Torridon in Scotland. That was not to say that it was not grand. The grounds alone were over 2000 acres.

That had been how Draco had met Percy. Draco had changed alone outside for the first time in his life in the grounds of his Scottish manor, believing himself to be safe with over five miles of grounds to play with. Yet he had somehow managed to break through his own wards and had woken up the next morning in the middle of a pack of other werewolves; around ten miles from his own home. This was the kind of drunken story Draco had heard thrown around but never indulged in himself.

A month later and Draco had once again found himself in the same place. The next six months had followed in the same vain. Draco would wake up and find himself surrounding by members of a wolf pack that he still refused to admit he was a member of. Eventually Draco had given up and resigned himself to the fact that he was a member of Percy's pack.

Draco had also been a massive part of the reason that Percy had been able to organise the pack in the way that he had and in such a secure way. Draco had suggested that any money that the pack had be used to buy land around Draco's own property through both his own funds and those of the other wolves in the pack. It would allow them to create a secluded area that they legally owned. They would be able to farm their own crops and keep their own animals, while still having room for the pack to have their own space at the full moon. All that could be done without endangering themselves or others. It had been the perfect solution.

Percy watched as Sam made his way toward the other pups that were wrestling and chewing at anything they could get their teeth into. Percy let out a small growl to Emile, letting the light grey wolf know he was to look after the pup that seemed to have forgotten about both Percy and his uncertainty of being a werewolf. Several wolves, including Draco gave small huffs of acknowledgement to Percy's orders; casting an eye to the small addition to what felt like a crèche.

Percy ran off to find Teddy; his nose to the ground as he caught the scent of the young wolf. It took him around fifteen minutes to catch up with Teddy. He wasn't difficult to find. The young wolf was the only member of the pack whose fur was constantly changing through a rainbow of colours. Currently it was purple. However as the wolf seemed to smell Percy; his eyes zeroing in on the Alpha, it changed to a bright red.

Teddy lunged at the wolf before him before either had time to think. Percy didn't blink. This was normal behaviour. It happened with every wolf. Or at least those old enough to deem themselves worthy of leadership. Any new members of the pack felt the need to challenge the Alpha of their new home. The fight was over quickly. It was Teddy's first real experience with other wolves. He was no match for an Alpha with over a decade of experience in the role.

Teddy's fur turned a light blue. It seemed that that was the young man's colour of equilibrium. Percy gave out a full growl, teeth bared. The blue wolf quickly fell to his back baring his neck. Letting out a huff Percy felt satisfied. The young man had accepted him as the Alpha. It seemed that both new members of the pack were settled.

Percy's neck cracked as he woke the next morning. He found himself huddled around the bodies of several others, including Teddy. The others were still fast asleep and Percy found himself wondering what it was that woke him. The sun was still low in the sky and all those around him were fast asleep. Percy blinked as he felt another tingle run through his magic. Ah, that was why.

Percy focused his magic and with a pop he was standing before his cottage. He pulled the door open and grabbed his wand that was strapped in his holster. As he placed it on his arm with one hand the other grabbed a pair of underpants. He quickly pulled them on before continuing his sprint toward the manor that stood at the edge of the village.

The manor was no longer used for living in, it had not been for years. Instead it had been converted into more of a command centre. It held a variety of facilities. A hospital wing dominated a large area of the ground floor. The kitchens took over the rest. They were a communal area that were ruled over by Dante Winters, another of Percy's Betas. The man was extremely strict, so calling the area communal may have been a bit of a stretch.

The first floor had been made into a teaching environment for the children. There were classrooms, including a potions lab, a small green house, a dueling area, a variety of magical creatures that the children were tasked with caring for and a music room. The second and final floor had been dedicated to the political side of Percy's operation. It was an adults only area that was used for meetings and discussions to solve the many problems that arose within the pack on a nearly daily basis. There were also several already installed facilities that the pack made use of. The dungeons and the potion labs in the basement were regularly filled with people.

The manor was also integral for the warding of the rest of the land that the wolves owned. It was the anchor for the wards as well as being the entry point for apperation onto the grounds. It was the wards that were now being activated. Percy and Draco were the only two keyed into these wards. Percy assumed that the other man would be there soon, along with reinforcements. That was the job of a beta after all. But for now he would deal with the problem that seemed to be people attempting to break into the manor and therefore the rest of the land owned by the werewolves.

Percy pulled his wand from his holster and cast a quick disillusionment spell across himself. He stepped from a side door of the manor, making his way toward the front of the house. Standing at the wards were five people; four of whom Percy recognised, one of whom he did not. Even though time had changed the individuals that stood before him he could still recognise his mum and dad, along with his older brother Bill. Harry Potter also stood there. Of course, Percy thought, any trouble and Harry was always there. The final member of the group was a blonde young woman who stood next to Bill. She looked surprisingly like Fleur Delacour, or at least how Percy remembered her. He supposed that this was Fleur and Bill's daughter.

The front door slammed open. Here comes the cavalry, Percy thought sarcastically, though he was sure that they would have scouted out the area before they charged through the door. There were only five intruders, anyway.

Draco along with four others poured from the door, wands drawn. While four more appeared behind the five visitors as they removed their disillusionment charms. Nine wands were pointed at them from people dressed in as little clothing as Percy. That was to say, not a lot.

"What are you doing here?" Ross growled out. His time in prison had made him a little more hostile toward the wizarding world. His teeth were bared and his eyes were filled with fire. His wand was at Arthur's neck.

"We wish to see Percy" Bill's voice was surprisingly steady when he had a wand at his own neck.

"If Percy wanted to see you, I assume that he would have already." Draco sneered. "He's had what…twenty years? I think you should get the message."

"Shut up Malfoy." Harry shouted, disgust evident on his face. "What would you know!"

"I know a hell of a lot more than you Potter. I mean…"

"Draco, that's enough"

Silence fell over the members of the group, werewolf and human alike. Percy had disabled the charm on himself as he stepped toward the group.

A small gasp escaped from the lips of the woman that Percy didn't recognise. Percy assumed that it was due to the scars that were now far more clearly visible on his dirt covered skin. There were those on his face, yet those seemed to pale in comparison to the ones that littered his body. He had a clearly visible set of teeth marks that ran from belly button to hip. The skin had evidently been ripped from its place as it was still a delicate pink even with years of healing. Werewolf bites were notoriously difficult to heal.

Percy also had several scars across his left pectoral. They looked like cracked skin and the purple colour of the curse that had been sent at him made the three scars look like small fireworks dancing on his skin. Another addition was the brand that was burned into Percy's forearm in the shape of a W. That particular addition had been the result of a rather unpleasant trip to Russia. He had needed to rescue a fourteen year old member of the pack that had been a victim of some rather unfortunate circumstances. The young girl who had been in trouble as well as three others that had faired badly in the mission had matching brands on their arms.

"Percy" Molly whispered, speaking her first word since she had arrived.

"Good Morning Mother" Percy raised a scared brow at her. "I think that you should come inside." Percy looked to the members of his pack. Caspian my be lacking shoes but he was the only one that was wearing both trousers and a shirt. Every other member of the group was wearing a mixture of underpants and ragged t-shirts. A young wolf by the name of Lana was wearing an obviously borrowed t-shirt that hung to mid thigh. Percy wasn't sure she was wearing any underwear.

Percy himself was unconcerned with nudity, as was the rest of the pack. All the members of the pack had seen each other naked. It was a monthly occurrence so embarrassment was something that had long since been disregarded. Many of those that had spent their childhood in the pack had never even considered it as a concern. However, Percy was sure that his family would not be so forgiving with nudity.

"Caspian, you seemed to prove yourself at the ministry. Why don't you escort my family to the main meeting room while I go and get into something more presentable"

"Yes Alpha" was the response as the young man bared his neck to the Alpha before him. He then turned to the three gingers and the one blonde.

"Come along. I will show you the way."