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After hearing the cold, precise tone, Remus tried to move the boy, who had gone stiff as a board, away from his body. The more he tried to move Harry away the harder the boy clung to him.

As the Alpha let out a deep warning growl Remus looked down at Harry. His cub's head was pressed against his shoulder and he was shaking with fear.

What is he afraid of? Remus looked up and saw the look of fury on Greyback's face and he knew what had scared his cub. I've gotten so used to my Alpha's anger that I have forgotten how terrifying it is the first time you are faced with it. Harry doesn't understand that as long as you do what the Alpha wants without argument you're not likely to be punished.

Remus turned his head to Harry's ear and whispered, "Harry, you have to let go. You'll be fine, I promise. Greyback will not hurt you."

He felt Harry's small arms loosen, and then finally let go of his neck. He picked Harry up and sat him down on the pallet, away from Remus' own body.

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Harry looked up at the man who was now towering above him. A pair of ripped jeans only covered his tall frame; his hair was pure silver as was the goatee that covered part of his face. Water dripped from his shoulder length hair and trailed down his heavily muscled body making Harry believe that he had just taken a bath since he could not hear the sound of rain outside.

Harry cringed in fear at the sight of the fierce anger that gave fact to Fenrir's displeasure. He did not notice that the anger was directed at Remus; instead he closed his eyes and he recited a mantra.

Please don't hit me. Please don't hit me. Please don't hit me.

He curled onto his side and covered his face to protect it from the blows that were sure to come. Seconds after curling into a ball he felt arms wrap around him and a voice whispering comforting words. He moved closer thinking it was the nice man from before until noticing that these arms felt different…. stronger, and safer than the others.

Harry looked up into a face that had silver goatee and amber eyes. His expression was no longer one of anger, but instead it was one of worry. Harry relaxed for a second, enjoying the feeling of safety until a thought entered his head.

Silver fur and amber eyes that stared at him from the darkness. He shook the thought from his head. People cannot become wolves. Could they?

He was not sure of the answer anymore. All he could think about was how this man had eyes that looked so much like the wolf's eyes had.

He isn't the wolf. He can't be the wolf, can he?

He was so fascinated by the amber eyes that he didn't even notice when the question slipped out.

"Are you the wolf?"

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Fenrir was so busy watching as the emotions filtered through his mate's expressive bright green eyes that it took him a moment to understand the question. He was momentarily shocked by the question and thought about the best way to answer it.

"Yes, I am."

Fenrir was worried about how Harry would handle his answer but had decided that he would have to find out the truth someday. It was best that he learned of it from Fenrir. He was not ready for how Harry reacted to this news. Instead of being horrified the boy actually looked excited about this answer.

I hope he's just as excited when he learns that he will become a wolf on the next full moon.

Then slowly his mates face became terrified.

"Why did you bite me?" the small body in Fenrir's arms shook as Harry remembered the pain of the teeth sinking into his leg.

This question was much harder for Fenrir to answer. He looked over at Lupin who had walked back over to where he had been making the nourishment potion.

I could have Lupin explain everything to Harry since it seems that the pup trusts him.

As quickly as the thought popped into his head Fenrir tossed it out. If anyone was going to give his mate an explanation it would be him. He carefully thought about what to tell Harry.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I did not mean to hurt you. I was not thinking at the time." I was too focused on your wonderful scent. Fenrir drew in a deep breath of that scent as he waited for Harry's next reaction.

Fenrir was shocked when Harry just nodded his head in acceptance of this answer. He was much to accepting of things that would send a normal child cowering in fear. Fenrir had to keep reminding himself that his mate was no normal child. His mate was the boy had faced Voldemort and lived, his mate lived in a household where he was probably abused for years, with a family that had abandoned him as if it was nothing.

As Fenrir thought about his mate's life he felt anger rise up inside of him and quickly put an end to these thoughts. It would not do to scare Harry again when the boy was just beginning to trust his.