A/N: Not mine… well some of it is. I love you guys but would it kill you to give me some feed back? I know that you like the story because I get the e-mails saying that I am on an alert list or favorite list or my story is, but could you please review?
Fenrir is like 19 in my story. Just to make it work!
Chapter 8
Abelinda awoke in a room that she didn't know. She sat up, looked around and got out of the bed. She crept to the door, opened it and walked out onto the landing. From what she'd seen so far, it was a huge mansion, probably bigger than Malfoy Manor. She slowly made her way to the staircase and then went do the stairs. She was halfway down when Carita appeared beside her. Abelinda petted her and continued walking.
"Abelinda, how nice of you to join us." Voldemort said, coming out of a room as she came to the end of the stairs.
"Hello." She said quietly, and then she noticed Fenrir Greyback come out of the room behind Voldemort. She took a step back, remembering their encounter in Flourish and Blotts. But then something strange happened. Carita ran straight to him and began wagging her tail. Fenrir grinned at the small wolf and bent down to pet her.
"Come. I have to speak with you about something." Voldemort said, beckoning her with a long, white finger.
Abelinda followed him and Fenrir followed her. She had seen him from time to time at the Manor, had heard of his reputation, and had stayed away from him. He scared her, even though he was only six years older then her. She was enticed by him, and wanted to learn more about him, but she never had the courage to talk to him. Abelinda sat down on the couch and Fenrir sat down beside her. He spread out on the couch and threw his arm across the back of the couch, behind her head. She stiffened and gritted her teeth. Carita lay down by Fenrir's feet and Voldemort sat down in a chair in front of them. Voldemort had a smirk on his face as he began to speak.
"You understand what is to be expected of you now, correct?" he asked.
"Generally, yes. I keep my mouth shut and stay away from Potter. I do that anyways so I don't see the point in the conversation if we are talking about this." She said, her sarcasm covering up her nervousness.
"You have read about werewolves, yes?" Voldemort asked.
Abelinda looked quickly at Fenrir and then looked back at her father.
"Yes. I've read almost everything about them. I'm about to go onto another subject because there's nothing else to know." She said quietly.
"Then you are aware of how they chose their mates." Voldemort said.
Abelinda stood up.
"I am aware that it is decided by fate, mostly, but I do not understand where this conversation is going. And I am pretty sure I do not want to know." She said, making her way to the door.
"You have been chosen to be Greyback's mate." Voldemort said and Abelinda stopped and turned around to him.
Her eyes were wild and her face was red.
"Chosen by whom? You? I most certainly hope not. Him? That would be disgusting because I am thirteen. This will not happen." She said and then she left. She did the worst thing a person could do when running away from a werewolf. She ran outside and into the woods by the mansion.