I'm going to turn into a werewolf.
I'M a bloody werewolf.
Bloody hell, what was going to happen to me? Images of Remus flashed through my mind; his whole life had been plagued with prejudice. He was a brilliant man, someone she considered like a father, and he couldn't truly be himself in wizarding society. No one would employ a werewolf; it was Social Darwinism all over again. I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from crying. Why was this happening to me? Why was I here with this man..this beast??
What happened to Harry?
That one thought has plagued me so. I had no idea what happened to Harry after I was abducted. He could be hurt; Lucius was an expert on Dark magic as well as different forms of torture. Harry could be dead! I shook my head. No, he couldn't be dead. If he was dead, everything I have worked for since my 1st year in Hogwarts would be lost. I couldn't lose hope now...Harry was alive and he would come for me. I had to believe he was alive.
I was finally alone; Fenrir had quickly realized I wasn't going to talk to him. He left me here, alone in the cave, muttering about wards and no escape. Fenrir didn't want me to leave; for some odd reason, he wanted to keep me close. I fought the urge to vomit, those thoughts being the cause of such ailment. He had cursed me as well as Remus when he was a small child. To Fenrir ,however, it was a gift. I knew his type, they saw pleasure in the abnormal. He liked the loss of control...not being able to control his most primal instincts. It was sickening to me. I quickly stared up at the moon..its half shape sending chills down my spine. It was at the first quarter stage, I would only have 9 days til my first transformation.
9 days until my whole life would spin out of control...
I sat up against the rocks as a strange scent hit me. What was that smell?? I licked my lips as I tried to reason what it was. The smell was warm and tangy, with a hint of metallic. It must be my newly developed senses; I would have never picked this up before. I pushed myself up and walked towards the entrance of the cave. Down the hill, there was a camp. I could see the blazing fire from here...the scent of burnt oak and cider hit me dead on. I could still smell that intoxicating scent. Could I go down there??? I looked around, trying to see if I was being watched. My stomach growled, making me decided. I would go silently; Steal what I needed and go back. Screw Fenrir..I was hungry.
I quickly made way down the hill, the shadows dancing around me. It was cool tonight, a brief wind ran through the forest. The trees were large, age making them look like giants. I ran my fingers against the tree closet to me and sighed. Rough and cold against my skin, shivers ran through my body in response. Various aromas hit my, clouding my senses. There were flowers, multiples specimens both wizarding and muggle. There was that one smell I was looking for as well as a group of scents that seemed somewhat familiar. Not familiar to me so to speak but to the beast inside me. Even now I could feel the animal side stir, ready to come out and play. I looked up at the stars ahead and sighed. It was so beautiful out here; it was a shame that I was stuck here. I might have liked this place...my eyes zoomed t the pinpoint of fire ahead of me. Even from where I was standing, I could see five people..maybe more. There were multiple fires ahead of me; music was being played. It seemed like they were having a good time, yet I focused on the group ahead of me. Two were female; one being dark skinned. Her hair was down and wavy, yet I could see a few leaves stuck in her dark hair. Her eyes were almost black with a few specks of amber. The other female was pale-skinned with short, blond hair. Her eyes were a dark blue with a mixture of grey and amber specks. Quite strange it was. The males, whoever, were quite similar in features, almost like they were triplets. Each had ligth brown hair and green eyes, yet there was something about each that was different. The one to the left had a long scar that ran down his cheek. The one in the middle had this mark on his neck, almost like a bite mark but the lines were dashed in appearance. The last one was missing an ear, his right from where I was standing. Each similar yet unique. I made my way to the edge of the forest and sniffed. It was close..that smell.
"Hey! Who are you?" a female voice asked making me cringe. I looked over to the fire, spotting the dark female. She was watching me with a frown on her face. She was dressed in torn shorts and tight white tank, necessary because of their surroundings. I could barely see the scars that decorated her biceps though. I trembled out of fright when the male on the left stood up and made his way over to the female.
"She's Fenrir's. Can't you smell him all over her?" My eyes widened at the remark. Fenrir's scent on me?? Anger welled up inside me...how in hell was that possible??? "My name is Gabriel and this here..." the boy placed his hand on the dark woman's shoulder " is Adrika." The girl's eyes bore into me, but I ignored it. She wouldn't scare me off that easily.
"Adrika means celestial, doesn't it?" I asked. Adrika smiled, nodding her head in amusement. Everything felt different when the she smiled...almost like I was being accepted.
"Few know that here. You must be very knowledgeable." Adrika gestured for me to come closer, a smile decorated her small face. I walked over cautious, each step precise. Adrika smiled noticing how I was gazing at everyone. "'No one is going to hurt you here. Right, Alastair...Logan?" The other two boys nodded, their heads bowed. She was must be a mother figure to them, the way she was acting reminded me of...well, me actually. I always was the mother figure in the trio. God, the Golden Trio...I couldn't help but think of Harry and Ron. Where they okay??
"I'm Liliana, Alastair's mate!" The small, blond stated happily. I smiled at her bubbliness. She seemed so happy, yet with all those scars that decorated her body...she must have lived a terrible life. I was motioned to sit beside Adrika; the warm fire reaching my cold body, carressing it like a lover. "Mate?"
"Yeah, don't you have one?" Lilianna asked before getting hit on the arm by Adrika. She whimpered mockingly before returning her attention to me.
"Not everyone has a mate, Lil. You know better." I heard Adrika mutter. "Don't take offense. Most females have a mate, its uncommon for a she-wolf to stay single for long." Adrika's eyes fluttered over to Gabriel before returning to me. I coud see him smirk, furthering my conclusions that they were together.
"That"s why we have these get together...to eat, drink, and have a bloody good time." Alastair stated throwing his hands up with merriment. Not far off I could hear music being played, the beat low and dark. People were being to get up and dance. I watched as Alastair got up and puffed his chest out. His hand went down in front of Lilianna, who smiled playfully.
"Care to dance?" he stated wiggling his eyebrows. Lilianna giggled, grabbing his hand so he could hoist her up. They ran away, Alastair pretending to bit her and her dodging him. They seemed totally innocent; something Hermione would have never figured.
"They are going to be at it all night." Gabriel groaned making Logan laugh. My heart jumped at his laugh, for a second I thought he was a mute. The voice didn't fit his body; it was way too deep compared to his two other brothers. His eyes traveled to me; the amusement clear in thosoe blue eyes of his.
"Do you dance?" I shook my head. I only danced once in my life and that had been at the Yule Ball in my fourth year. I had to get Ginny to teach me; one of the most pitiful days in my life really. Her temper was something fierce and she could only have so much control before she cracked.
"Not if I can help it." I answered rubbing my hands over the fire. Alastair laughed at the comment as he rose, grabbing Adrika's hand to pull her up.
"Then Logan can keep you company. He doesn't dance. He has two left feet, I tell you." he stated twirling Adrika around before running off. "Don't get into trouble, you two." I watched as the pair ran off, leaving me hungry and alone.
How could she ignore me??
I saved her from Lucius twice. That insufferable fool thought I was going to give her up...I'll like to see him try and get her. She's in my territory, my santucary. The wolves would protect her because of my scent. It was overpowering to the lower ranks; They couldn't ignore it. Bloody hell, I placed my life on the line so I could bloody well make her mine. She didn't know that though. I wouldn't tell her; she was to be my mate. I've watched her for so long. Everything about her called out to my wolf. Her unruly hair, her damn eyes. even her bloody smell....ridiculous it was. After she ate, the she-wolf commensed in ignoring my presence. Everything I did, say, was ignored. I'm not ignored!!!! I'm the bloody Alpha! I ran my fingers through my hair, trying my best to calm myself down. I couldn't get angry like this. I would lose control if I didn't calm myself soon.
"What is that smell?" a familiar voice asked curiously. Wait, it couldn't be...I made my way to the edge of the forest. Sitting by the fire was my mate..my Hermione with some wolf. I sniffed the air, smelling in the scents closest to me. He was one of the triplets, Logan I think. Very quiet, never said much. That was left up to the oldest of the three.
"There's many." Logan stated with a smirk on his face. Hermione rolled her eyes at his teasing. "Describe what you're smelling." She took a breath in, her eyes fluttering close for a brief second.
"Its warm and tangy. Yet there's a edge about it that smells metallic." she answered shuddering because of the smell. It was amazing how well her powers were developing; my venom was reacting quickly in her system. "It's mouth-watering, this smell. Its the reason why I came here." Logan smiled, realizing what she was talking about.
"You don't know what it is do you?" he asked. Hermione shook her head with a child-like quality. I smiled, watching the scene before me. "it's raw meat." Her eyes grew wide with disgust. Logan walked over to her, sitting down beside her. I watched as his arm rubbed up against her, sending chills down her spine. I growled low...how dare he touch her!?!?! Logan pointed over to a fire opposite of her. Her eyes traveled spotting a pair devouring the raw carcass of a deer. She covered her mouth as her body wrenched. Logan rubbed her back in a circular motion...i tightened my fists.
I was Alpha and nobody touches my mate.