A/N: So sorry that it has taken so long to write this, but I was really busy, then I forgot what I was going to write. I'll try not to take so long next time! Thanks for the reviews!!

Harry stretched, his body moving against the harder plains of the body next to his. When a low growl caused the chest beneath his head to rumble he opened his eyes to look at Fenrir. His eyes seemed to have a predatory look in them but that was normal for the day of the full moon.

He smiled. "Good mornin'"

Fenrir stared at him a few more minutes before returning the greeting. "Mornin' pup. Would you like to go hunting with me, today?"

Harry perked up after hearing the question, his amber green eyes glowing. "Really? Can I really go? What about class?"

"Of course you can go and you do not need to be stuck in a room on the day of the full moon."

Harry jumped up and ran to get ready as Fenrir followed at a smaller pace, stopping to check with the guards and gathering hunters. The feeling of restlessness that only came with the full moon was beginning to fill their bodies, children were running out to play, men and women rushed to find their own activities to participate in. Harry pushed past a group of women, who were gathering clothes to wash, in his hurry to make it outside. Just as he reached his destination his arm was grabbed and he was pulled back inside.

"Where do you think your going?" Remus asked as he led Harry to their classroom.

"Outside."

"No, it's time for class." Remus let go of Harry's arm and began to pace.

"Fenrir said I could go hunting." Harry whined as he took his seat at the table that had been moved into the room.

"Hunting."Remus scoffed. " You can't go hunting. You're not old enough and you have school. We have to study today since we will be to tired tomorrow."

"I'm not to young!" Harry cried, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

"You're still a cub! Most werewolves don't go hunting until they are sixteen! So, you are too young to go hunting!"

Harry balled his hands into fists as his eyes began to burn with anger. An angry growl from behind him caused Harry and Remus to turn in shock.

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Fenrir had been gathering the hunters when he had heard the shouting coming from the classroom, Harry's sad tone drawing him to the room.

"... you are too young to go hunting!" Remus shouted.

Fenrir glared at Remus' tone and glanced at Harry, he saw the flash of uncertaintiy that Remus' words had caused before it was quickly masked by the growing anger.

Fenrir growled, He has no right to say such a thing. I decide what is best for my mate.

Both heads turn at the sound. one set of amber-green eyes lighting up with joy, the set of amber eyes shifting away with worry.

"Are you saying my decision was wrong, Remus." Fenrir growled. "Are you saying I was wrong."

"No, I ju... just thought that Harry should have class today... instead of hunting." Remus stuttered.

"Harry will not be stuck in some cramped room the day before the full moon. You can't even stand still long enough to teach him." Fenrir said as he watched Remus fidget. "From now on don't think until I tell you to, otherwise you usually end up pissing me off. "

With that last heated comment Fenrir stalked out of the cottage with Harry jogging to keep up.

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Today was it, the day to make his final decision. Do I strike tonight or not? Attacking werewolves the night of the full moon was like signing a death warrant. But, his informant had told him to do it tonight or they would tell the alpha he was nearby, then he was as good as dead.Then again if he attacked a whole pack on the night of the full moon he would either be killed or infected. If he was infected his master would surely hunt him down and kill him.

The thought of his master was enough to make his skin crawl in fear. He pictured what had happened to the last person who had failed their mission, his sister.

She had been found guilty the moment she had been found in the woods, her blood almost drained completely and the vampire she was sent to hunt still free. Master had always said that to let any dark creature escape was the same as joining the dark ranks. No one spoke in her defence, they had learned that to do so was the same as joining the dark side. She had been given blood replenishing potion and had been tortured for hours. When it had ended and her last screams had finished echoing through the torture room all that had been left of her were a few strands of bloody hair, her bottom jaw, and a fingertip.

I will attack tonight and hope that the werewolves kill me before Master finds me. He already knew that he had no chance of surviving this hunt.