A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. You'll find out who Master is in later chapters and the man will never have a name. Sorry, but he was not meant to be an important character just a way to introduce Master to the plot and show the dangers, enemies, Harry (and the pack) must face; if you want you can call him Bob, Bobby Boy, or Ohbejezzus. I'll probably be able to update the story faster from now on as my classes are going to be easier this semester. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I would enjoy more reviews!
They entered the gloomy, candle lit dungeon through a secret passage so as not to be seen; it would not do for them to lead the dark side to Master. The candle light reflected off of their golden robes in a blinding manner that caused them to squint and look away from one another, but no one dared to voice a complaint. Master watched them closely from the raised platform in the middle of the room, his white robes offered a bit of relief for their eyes. Some, only the most devoted, watched him with awe and devotion shinning in their eyes; others glanced away in apprehension.
"My friends, it seems the light side has taken another blow." He let out a deep sigh and the most devoted moved closer. "It seems another chose to turn to the dark side, betraying us all. No matter, the problem was quickly rectified. However, in light of this latest betrayal I have come to the conclusion that, for the safety of the light side, I must know your whereabouts at all times. Obviously this growing fascination with the dark arts and creatures must be taken care of immediately. To solve this problem I am requesting that all of my most devoted foll... friends allow me to place a small mark on the skin covering your heart."
There was a small murmur of protest at these words that quickly quieted when he glared at them all above his spectacles. "This mark will warn me if any of you have turned to the dark arts or embraced the damned life of the dark creatures, it will also allow me to learn of whereabouts and call upon you at all times. Now my devoted fo... friends, please step forward to receive the mark that all light wizards would be proud to have, but only you will have the privilege to receive."
A few stepped forward without question and waited for a small golden griffin to be embed into their skin with a movement of Master's wand. Most stood aside, trying to ignore how closely the idea resembled Voldemort's dark mark. When the line reached its end and no one else moved toward him Master released a heavy sigh.
"I did not wish to do this, but," He nodded towards one of his most devoted foll... friends. "My dear, would you be kind enough to get it. Obviously the others do not realize the dangers of the dark side."
The woman left the chamber only to return a few seconds later with a dead body floating behind her. She moved her wand and the body fell to the floor with a disgusting thud that caused most in the room to wince. The body was a disgusting mass of torn skin and visible bone. Some turned away, but a few, like the woman standing over the body, smirked. The more disloyal wizards looked upon the woman's usually motherly face with concealed disgust.
"Do you see the work of monsters?" Master shouted fervently. "He left us to embrace the life of those dark monsters, he turned his back on me, on you, on the whole light side! He did as so many before him has done, but no more! Now, we shall become united against the dark!" He took a calming breath. "Now, join us in this pursuit against evil! Come and take the mark of honor."
The hesitant wizards looked around and noticed that the wizard's who had already received the mark had surrounded them. Their choices had diminished quickly during Master's speech, there were only two options left: take the mark or die. They moved forward as one and waited for the mark to be seared into their skin in a punishing manner.
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Fenrir moved towards Luther, careful not to step on his sleeping pack mates.
"We need to start moving soon, we are still to close to the cottage."
Luther stared at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Shouldn't you be talking to Lupin about this. That is what you've been doing lately, isn't it?"
Luther found himself pinned against a tree by his alpha. "First, don't roll your eyes at me; you are my beta and I can still kick your ass. Second, what the hell are you talking about?"
"You consult with Lupin about everything now! Are you trying to find a new beta? Do you really think that Lupin is the right choice for any leadership role?"
Fenrir releases Luther and shook his head. "When did you become so emotional? This makes me think that I should question your strength, since your obviously doubting it yourself. To make matters worse you think that Lupin could replace you as beta. The man has lost most of his strength because of his previous use of wolfsbane potion and he will never have the full strength of a werewolf because of it. Also, he is barely accepted as part of the pack, he would constantly be challenged if he had a position of power. If he can take your position then you might as well leave the pack."
Luther looked away in shame. "Of course your right, it was a moment of self doubt. Everyone has one of those moments, right?" He looked at Fenrir as he laughed softly. The alpha watched him with confusion and Luther could practically hear the words "What is self-doubt?". "Or not."
"Anyway, we need to get the pack moving soon."
"Yes, of course. Where are we going to go?"
"Fifty miles, northwest. Tell the guards and start waking the rest of the pack." Fenrir began walking back towards his sleeping mate.
To him it was a sight to behold; his small mate, curled up on his side, wearing only the small necklace he had placed around the boy's neck. The only thing that marred the picture were the thin scars across his back, a reminder of the times that Fenrir had not been around to protect him from those awful muggles. Fenrir ran his hand down his mate's side before ruffling his hair.
"Harry, wake up. We're leaving." The words were whispered against Harry's ear.
Harry's eyes blinked open and he moved to stretch. Fenrir looked around to see that some of the guards were also watching the slow movement of the lithe body and he moved to block their view. He gave a low growl and they immediately turned away to complete their orders and he smiled in satisfaction.