"C'mon —" Although the sound of her father's old voice was cut off as she lashed out at him. He skidded across the floor and was pushed into the side of the bathtub as she charged him.
He, though smaller, took command and pushed himself from the ground, one paw on her neck, the other on her arm as he stood over her. "Stop, now, follow me, I shall lead you someplace where we won't be a danger. You need to eat."
She watched as he jumped toward the door of the room, not understanding his free way of not killing her that instant. Why was she anywhere in this wolf's territory, in her territory? She could smell the scent of humans lingering everywhere in the building, but had, to her disappointment, did not find anyone lingering anywhere near her besides the wolf from before. She slipped across the wooden floor of the new room that he led her into and stepped onto the cold tile of the kitchen and watched as he grabbed something from the counter, ripped the tin foil off of it, and pushed it toward her. "Eat that, it was laid out before. No one will mind if you take it."
He turned toward the broken plate that had slipped from the counter. If only he would be able to clean that up the next morning. Sadly, he would be, as well as his daughter, too tired to do anything of the sort. But suddenly his mind buzzed forward to the time of someone coming to help him, someone to take care of him, including his daughter.
She was not safe. His daughter had not taken her dose of Wolfsbane that night and was prone to biting any human that came near her. He then realized that time, and went to the door of the living room, expecting someone to step through it at any moment. Everything suddenly stopped. The whole world was going to cave in. He was going to lose someone he loved, and he would not be able to handle that. He turned abruptly away from the door.
"Follow me," he said blankly, as if his voice were not his own.
"Why?" The inquisitiveness in her voice nearly made him angry but he tried not to lash out, remembering that she was the reason of danger he did not want to provoke her.
"Just follow me, please, take that if you want." He did not want to eat anything, he hadn't been very hungry. Not that he ever was during the three days of the Full moon. He had only just made is across the room with her at his side when someone knocked upon the door. Ears pricked, breathing hitched, Selina looked up from where her head had hung low.
"Follow me, hurry, they're after the two of us. Hide in here!"
What about you!" she asked, being pushed back into the darkness of her room. She tried to fight, worried about the people on the other side of the living room door, readied with knives that could cut their eyes out, shed their skin, kill them in anyway, and also worried about the one who was protecting her. She worried. She didn't even know who it was. But she did remember the particular smell that had surrounded the wolf. She had smelled it before, somewhere, only the remembrance of the smell was like a vague memory and she couldn't place exactly who had carried it before. Pictures flashed across her mind but she didn't remember names of anyone.
She heard the scratching of the wolf's claws on the wooden floor as they scrabbled for a hiding place. The knock on the door was louder, and, suddenly, there was a splintering sound of wood as something struck against it. A yelp was heard somewhere in the room, and she did her best to claw at the door, but her eyes did not see the battle within the open living room where she knew, the old wolf was being beaten.
Remus did his best not to be seen, but, as he slipped behind the loveseat that was pressed up against the wall, he was obviously spotted making his way between the arm of the small couch and the wall. Someone jerked him out of a short reverie of the fears that covered him in waves. What if they found Selina. What were they going to do with him? Someone did not feel right as he looked toward the door at the end of the hallway. He could just see the black point of her nose shoving under the door.
"There was another here, find that damn thing and murder it. This one's just a dog! Go now, damn it, you idiots! If we find that monster we'll be able to celebrate our victory over this!" He turned and looked Remus in the eye menacingly, continuing in a low voice, "You aren't in for a very good ride, but I'm sure this would be better. If that wretched father of yours hadn't shielded you from the whole fucking world, you'd be dead by now. But you know what? He's dead!" The strength of the sentence sent Lupin feeling like he was going to vomit up anything and everything that he had eaten over the span of the last five days. He heard the doors being broken down in the huge house. They snuck into his room to the left and searched through everything, knocking over the wooden desk, tearing away the blankets from the bed, breaking the mirror upon the bureau and in the bathroom, and tore away the bath curtain in the shower.
Another junction of men had gone down the hallway. 'Heaven forbid!' Remus thought immediately, 'don't let them find Selina! Hide, Selina, hide, damn it!' But instead he heard a yelp as they made their way into her unlocked bedroom.
He knew, she had probably fallen back. Suddenly, remembering that she always had the window in her room down, he hoped she had jumped out and ran to safety. To his utter astonishment, and the great uproar of bellowing and shouts, she had decided against the urge to bite anyone and ran away to safety.
She ran towards the back of the house, making her way up the red dirt hill and charging through the underbrush that resided in the back of the house. She looked back to flames that had grown through the windows. The vacant guest bedroom, only used once every month, had flames licking through the broken windows. She watched as more men gathered around the windows of the house. Some throwing torches toward the windows, in the process breaking them and let the house burn.
She turned away, afraid that something bad was going to happen, the burning feeling in her stomach that she had forgotten something. Suddenly a wave of emotion flew over her. "DAD!" she couldn't help but howl out menacingly. Charging towards the men who stood outside was the last thing she had hoped to do, but she did it anyway. And they ran away from her as she reared on her hide legs and lashed out at them.
She watched as the flames and smoke cleared. Everyone, except for those who made it out alive, cowered on the ground. Just in the distance of the burned down house, only two figures' silhouettes could be seen. There were still corners of the house standing, some burning with crackling flames as she made her way up behind the tall man holding the dead wolf by the scruff.
She howled menacingly, biting the man in the neck, he let out a scream of pain, surprise, even anger as blood flowed slowly from the bite as he landed on the ground. It was as if a slow motion movie was playing in front of her: the man landing on the ground, her father landing with a sickening thud on a pile of glass shards obviously from a broken window. All of it made her head hurt. She could still only resist the urge to bite again and again at the man's flesh. Out of anger and pain but she held back and went straight to her father. Now what would she do. Wait overnight until the moon waned? She could not do that.
Suddenly an idea hit her hard. But she decided that it wasn't the best of options. Going there would need more effort, and the idea of her father being killed did not come into her head as easily as she thought it should have. After all, everything was against him. Even though she did owe him for paying his life for her, she still saw something in making her way north. With her strong arms, she picked up her father's broken limp body, placed it gently on her back, and made her way to the only place she saw she had the ability to go to.
Greyback.