Silvaticus

Chapter 13

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The woodsy town of Dalry, located in Aryshire, Scotland, was known as a peaceful town, full of magical intrigue. Muggles from the area had their fair share of witches residing in the woods over the last 500 years. Fenrir Greyback chose the town for his growing wolf pack, because of its proximity to Hogsmeade and Hogwarts.

The cold, winter air in Dalry was interrupted by the fierce sound of a lightning strike, followed by what sounded like a large boulder falling into a lake. The two young, male werewolves silently made their way back into the underground camp.

The camp's entrance was well-hidden, beneath Peden's Pulpit in the center of the wooded area. There was a cave system and plenty of glens which attracted many animals for the pack to feed on.

"Well, that was a bloody waste of time," said Barguest as he took his jacket and threw it to the ground.

Barguest looked over at his partner, Holler, who was diving into his cot next to the campfire. Looking around, he saw nothing out of place.

A few new young ones but everything's the same.

Barguest was chosen by Greyback to be his second in command due his naturally brutal nature, and his ability to unify the pack.

"Oh thank goodness, the two of you are finally back," said Muirne as she hastily walked up to Barguest and Holler.

Barguest took a moment to look over the women every member in the pack considered their mum. She was a middle-aged woman, with a sweet but stern disposition, which changed anytime near the full moon. Muirne was the only one person Barguest respected in this pack, other Greyback himself. The sound of a high-pitched scream is what brought Barguest out of his reverie.

"Where is he? Why hasn't he come back with you? You idiots got him killed, didn't you?" said a young woman with fiery, matted hair.

Most of the male werewolves were sexually attracted to Sadb, including their leader. Greyback often chose her to keep his bed warm at night and was believed by many in the pack to be a potential mate to their brutal leader, but he has yet to mark her.

"We don't know what happened to him, alright?" Barguest said irritated, "He instructed us to leave once the meeting was over."

He then explained how their pack leader walked into the shop, obviously under a Polyjuice Potion of an attractive, young witch.

I just had to add the attractive part, just to piss her off, thought Barguest.

By the look on Sedbs' face, the comment had done the job, leaving the young werewolf feeling rather proud of himself and continued the conversation. Looking somewhat satisfied with that answer for now, Sadb walked away, looking rather annoyed, but Barguest didn't care.

I can finally sleep without that bloody bitch screeching at me.

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Sitting in the living room of Shell Cottage, Hermione finally felt relaxed enough to do some light reading. She had successfully avoided Greyback for a full two days, and it wasn't until last night that she was finally got a good night sleep.

I wish Harry and Ron were here, it feels lonely without them.

Feeling a little depressed, Hermione decided to get some sleep and headed back upstairs.

I'll finish the book later, she thought as she climbed into bed.

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Fenrir Greyback was infuriated. His bedroom was only a few doors down the hall from the little chit and it was taking everything he had not to take her by force. All he could think about lately was how her naked skin would feel beneath his teeth.

How quickly would her tight, young, skin tear with one simple swipe of my hand? The werewolf thought as he would watch her sleep.

He knew he was asking for trouble, since he would silently, creep into her bedroom as the young witch slept. Greyback knew that the Weasley boy had purposely placed him in the room directly next to the young couples, so that he could make sure the girl was protected.

I should've tried harder to rip his throat out, pondered the werewolf as he snuck into Granger's bedroom once again.

He stood silently by the door for a few moments, before he cast a silencing spell on the room, and magically bolted the door shut. Greyback couldn't understand why he couldn't get the thought of taking this woman out of his mind. Walking over to her bedside, the werewolf quietly sat next to her, taking her in.

I can't take it anymore, he yelled to himself, I need to know what she feels like inside.

He began slowly stroking her face with the back of his hand, and made his way down to her breasts. Greyback felt as if she was willing him to touch her even in her sleep when he cupped her right breast harshly with his worn hand, waking the young witch from her sleep. Instinctually, Greyback clasped his large hand on her mouth, while simultaneously climbing on top of her lithe form.

Remembering the silencing charm he placed, he released her mouth to hear the curses coming vainly from the thrashing witch beneath him. The aroused werewolf took his left hand and roughly turned her head to its side, exposing her bare neck. He began lapping and sucking at her jugular vein, making the skin appear rough and brutally red.

In one move, Greyback took the witches arm and shoved it beneath her body, wrapping his arm around her waist, bringing her body even closer to his. He found himself rocking his hips against hers, as he nipped at her neck languidly. Releasing her head, he brought his free hand to her pants ripping the fabric and sent buttons flying.

So soft, he thought as he felt her wet folds.

The Granger girl was screaming and trying her best to thwart her midnight attackers efforts, but couldn't move his large frame. Reaching for his wand, Greyback quickly cast Constringere to Hermione's wrists, binding them together. Greyback roughly ripped her pants down to her ankles, exposing the rest of her bottom half.

He violently parted her legs and began licking at her wet mound. Greyback made sure to lick every part of her, making her shake in disgust and pleasure. The werewolf smiled as he lapped at her juices feeling her writhe beneath him and moan in ecstasy. He was relishing the taste of her when suddenly he heard a floorboard creek in the hallway.

Not wanting to take any chances, he thought it best to leave while he still could. Greyback released her from her binds and casted Obliviate on the young witch as well as Reparo in order to restore her pants. The footsteps were getting closer as he removed the silencing charm from the room, and quickly made a dash for the window.

This was his routine; his newest guilty pleasure. He never seemed to have enough time to go through with relieving himself. Making his way around the house he noiselessly made his way back to his room. Sexually frustrated, he quickly removed his pants and made work of his painful erection.

It's never enough, he thought as he finished.

Angry with his lack of control, Greyback decided he needed to figure out how to leave the house's wards without setting off the alarms.

Nothing can come in or out without setting the bloody things off.

The werewolf was hoping a trip to his pack would set his mind straight and he wouldn't be acting as if he were some bitch in heat.

I just need a shag. I'll stop by the camp and get off with Sedb and I'll be fine, he thought as he lay in bed falling asleep.

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A/N:

Mild Lemons! Okay, maybe limes but I thought it was kinda hot. Hehe! Thought it might quench my naughty readers' thirst for now.

I'd just like to say that I LOVE MY READERS! You all are great… and I enjoy all of the alerts you've added so far. Anywho… I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I started introducing the main members of Fenrir's pack. I'll add the list of names mentioned and of ones to come and some pronunciations as well. They're all from Scottish and/or Irish Gaelic. (Except Holler; which is Norse) Each name was purposely chosen to fit the personality of the character I will create.

Reviewers to mention:

Ice Demon Ranger: I am rather naughty aren't I? LOL Glad you enjoyed the cliffs…more to come of those. :P

Hermosura Mortifaga Snatcher: Well aren't you just sweet! Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoy the story.

Barguest - A kind of Bogie. It has horns, dangerous teeth and claws, and fiery eyes. It can take many forms, but usually is a shaggy black dog. Upon the death of a prominent figure, it rounds up all the dogs in the community and leads them on a procession through the streets, howling.

Bugul-Noz - He's a forest dweller, a shepherd. He's very unattractive and he knows it, but he yearns for human companionship.

Conall: Strong Wolf

CONOR

Anglicized form of the Gaelic name Conchobhar which means "dog lover" or "wolf lover"

CÚCHULAINN

Pronounced: cocoLane

Means "hound of Culann" in Irish.

Holler: god of destruction and death.

MUIRNE

Pronounced: Murn

Means "festive" in Irish Gaelic. In Irish legend this was the name of the mother of Fionn mac Cumhail

SADB

Pronounced: SIEV

Means "sweet, goodly" in Irish Gaelic