Title: Worth the Wait: Part Two
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra (Abby Ebon)
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry/? (Threesome)
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry, Vamp!Kyra
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, Chronicles of Riddick, or Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay.
Summary: Centuries old Harry Potter is has made some sort of life for himself in the Pit of Crematoria with his makeshift Pack. That is, until a man named Riddick looks him in the eyes.

Chapter 26

"It seems that I failed to reach the correct time."

Riddick glanced over to his left, taking in the stoic face of his mate as they both carefully moved through the trees. "What do you mean?"

"We landed, according to Tom, ten years too late. My magic should have transported us to the exact time the book was made." Harry replied as he pushed a low hanging branch out of his way. "Now, we have to contend to the fact that Riddle has had a chance to gain its knowledge. On the plus side of this, he's only had one chance to create a horcrux so far."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that he's still mostly human since his soul isn't that fractured. But, apart from him, at least we can now keep this book safe from the future." Harry gave Riddick a pointed look, and the Furyan nodded his head, understanding that now - maybe, hopefully - his own race had a chance.

Nothing more was said for several minutes til Harry suddenly stopped and spun around, looking at Riddick with an unreadable look on his face. Curious, Riddick stood impassively as Harry gazed at him.

"Your people have a feral quality to them, yet, you remain in a human form. When you hunt, you must do it with the senses of your body. How would you like to feel what its like to hunt as a true animal?"

Riddick could only raise an eyebrow as Harry's now golden gaze swept over him. Was his mate really offering to turn him too? Into a werewolf?

"You want to make me into a werewolf?"

"No," Harry smirked, shaking his head. "Just a regular wolf, for a small amount of time." He shrugged his shoulder, "I can use my magic to transform you into one, you'll keep your mind as it is, but you'll have the power of the wolf's body and senses at you disposal. Of course, I'll have to enlarge your size, or you would be dwarfed by mine, and I don't think your ego would allow for that."

Riddick ignored the ego remark and instead thought seriously about what Harry was offering. How many times had he - back in the Pit - thought about what it would be like to have the kind of power Fang had, to know what it felt like to be a beast - to be able to kill in the most basic, but primal way?

He really didn't have to think on it long, he knew this would be something he couldn't pass up. Riddick nodded his head in agreement, and Harry offered him a small smile before raising his hand up and placing it on his chest.

Even has his eyes took in the low glow of the hand that was on him, he could feel the same energy that had swept over him a few times before. But this time, it wasn't used a something to comfort or harm.

It poured into his body and even at his most basic level; he could feel something beginning to change. It was painless and soon he found himself looking through his eyes in a different way.... colors bloomed like never before but it wasn't really his eyes that were seeing them, instead, it was like every scent exploded - bombarding him with information.

oOOoOOoOOoOOoOOoOOoOOo

Harry smiled fondly at the massive, smoky grey, werewolf-sized beast that stood before him. He took the time to run his fingers through the thick fur that lined his mate's back as Riddick stood still - probably trying to get accustomed to the drastic changes. Kneeling down, he continued to pet the wolf as he laid his head against the beast's side, allowing himself to hear the steady heartbeat, even as he tried to instill a sense of calm into the wolf with small doses of his magic.

Something like teasing hinted in the silvery eyes of the wolf as it licked his palm and danced away, daring him to change and run along side him. Harry chuckled and let the warmth of the wolf envelop his mind as his shape changed into one that was more familiar to him then that of a human. Riddick huffed, pleased to have gotten his way, and nudged his snout against Harry's side, eager to hunt, as Harry had said they would.

Harry's ear flicked, hearing a rustling of foliage only a short distance away, his eyes golden eyes fixed in that direction, it did not take Riddick long to understand that Harry had heard something. Eager silver eyes flicked over the landscape and found sight alone to be lacking, he breathed in, concentrating on what he smelt – instead of being simply overwhelmed by it - and recognizing it as something familiar.

Harry crept forward, knowing Riddick would join him upon setting sights on their prey. Sure enough grey fur pressed reassuringly against black as Riddick stood beside him, nuzzling him inhaling the scent of wiry fur and the musk that was simply Harry.

Feeling slightly embarrassed at the attention, Harry whined, the tip of his tail wagging eagerly the only hint to his eagerness to join Riddick in a hunt. Seemingly amused, Riddick took the hint – instead he focused on the creature he was faced with. It was hoofed – and it had tusks that curved out of its mouth – vicious looking, it was certainly more of a danger to them then the last prey had been. Its outer fur was rough looking, fur ruffled to spikes along the curved spine. It was at least half their size – and assuredly just as dangerous.

He had to wonder why it wasn't moving, but then he realized that they were downwind of the creature. Some unspoken language seemed to go between them and they both darted off at the same time - going away from each other, yet keeping as downwind as possible as they began to circle their prey.

Then, as one again, they attacked, lunging forward through the undergrowth, startling the animal. It turned tail and ran, straight towards Fang before it caught wind of him and turned once again - this time fleeing from them both.

They gave chase, leaping over fallen logs and ducking under branches, til they came to the same riverbed they had chased the deer to. The animal was cornered and it turned around, deciding to finally stand its ground against them.

Riddick found himself growling, his powerful body tensed with excitement and anticipation. Part of him wanted this thing to put up a good fight, and another part of him wanted it to die quickly and easily - insure that neither he nor his mate would become injured in the process.

The creature gave a snort-like sound - its short tail up in the air as if faced them. Fang lunged in and snapped his teeth just inches away from the animal's head, but had to dodge as it swung its head around and tried to impale him with its tusks.

With its concentration on Fang, Riddick moved forward and was able to successfully sink his canines into the tough flesh of the prey's thick neck. He latched on and applied the pressure needed to keep his hold, even as it squealed out and jerked, trying to escape.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fang appeared around its backside and tore into its flank, making it kick out with its cloven feet. The black wolf seemed to be ignoring the creature's attempts to dislodge him and continued to keep its hold, even as Fang twisted his body a bit, putting pressure on the animal and causing it fall to the ground.

He growled again as the animal took another attempt to get them off, before it seemed to suddenly slump in defeat. Riddick kept his hold though; knowing that it wasn't quite the end, even though Fang seemed to think it was enough, and began to lick at the blood flowing freely down its hindquarters.

This was what hunting was all about....being able to feel the life drain from your prey by your own abilities and not some mass produced weapon. He relished in the feeling of the dying heartbeat, and the fresh blood that was flowing into his mouth and across his tongue. He too wanted to lap it up and savor the warm liquid, but he kept his tight hold on the creature until several seconds had passed since the last beat was heard.

Relaxing his jaws, he released the flesh and lifted his head to see Fang standing a few feet away looking at him with a knowing gaze in those golden eyes of his. Yes, Fang understood everything that he was feeling at the moment, for he too, felt it.

The black wolf trotted over to him, his head lowered slightly as he came to stand in front of him. A long tongue darted out and licked at his lower jaw, cleaning off the blood that was coating his fur.

Riddick whined softly, a part of him that had been tensed and worried about Fang being injured relaxing. In the rush of the hunt and bloodlust, Riddick was unsurprised that he growled – showing teeth in a display of dominance. He felt powerful as a wolf, and though he knew Fang was "alpha" – in this it had been Riddick who had made the kill, and that gave him an extra rush.

Fang, his confusion plain, backed down watching him with worried golden eyes. Green darkened them and Riddick felt Harry's mind reach out to his – worriedly, as if he feared Riddick had let his own mind be swept away in the rush of the hunt. Riddick knew that when – if, Harry pulled away he would change back into a human and start transforming him back into a person as well. Riddick found he did not want that – not yet, before Harry could react, Riddick had climbed atop him, pushing Fang to the earthen ground.

He remembered well Harry commenting on his ego – he had been right, and Harry had made him into a wolf equal unnatural size to Fang. Riddick gripped the back of his neck in his teeth, snarling – a warning to stay down, to acknowledge Riddick as alpha in this hunt. Surprisingly, Harry was close enough to the surface of his own mind to stop Fang's reaction and allow Riddick his dominance.

Riddick felt himself swell, his groin throbbing against the soft belly fur of his mate.

Harry seemed willing, and Riddick let his neck go, unable to stop himself from thrusting against the other wolf.

Then, unexpectedly, Harry tensed his spine muscles tightening all along his body – Riddick froze – if Fang fought him, he would die, of that he had no doubt of – if he had pushed too far and Harry had been shoved aside in favor of Fang's instincts…

But it was not that golden-green eyes with black whites glared into his eyes – startled, Riddick blinked into those unnatural eyes – what had he done to trigger the vampire?

Kyra is in danger – I must go to her, bring the boar along with you as you follow. Harry told him in a mental whisper, his attention elsewhere. Riddick could have sighed with relief – it was not his doing, and he, after all, wasn't about to die.

Fang pushed him off, and started to run towards the camp at an unnatural speed Riddick had usually associated with the vampire, in fact, Riddick thought he glimpsed Harry changing into something more human-looking as he moved at such speeds, though Riddick could not be sure.

Gathering the boar in his jaws he resigned himself to dragging it to the camp, though it was proving easier then he had thought to be. If he had been himself, he would have groaned in annoyance at the frustration of going about this with unfinished business.

The only down side, he decided in one solemn if annoyed thought, to being a wolf is no hands. His cock twitched in agreement.

oOOoOOoOOoOOoOOoOOoOOo

With a sigh, he put it out of his mind and made his way back to their camp, his tail up high as he pulled the dead animal along. When he was sure he was close, he paused and dropped his prize down to the ground, taking a moment to sniff the forest floor and air, making sure that he was still following Fang's trail. His ears swivel as he caught the sounds of snarling and then angered words.

There was a sudden, but powerful smell of blood that hit him, making him curl his lips back as he inhaled.

Without a second thought, he raced forward, keeping his ears forward and up so he could make out what was being said - or listen for changes and warnings - when he suddenly came to the clearing, sliding to a stop to take in the scene.

Kyra was down on the ground - lying on her back, but holding her head up looking to her right and away from him. Her clothes were dirty, looking like she had taken a tumble and her hair was slightly messed up, but there were no visible signs of blood or injury that he could see.

Looking to where her attention was, Riddick could easily see Harry - once again in his human form - holding up a very pale looking Tom against a tree trunk by his throat. Blood was pouring down his face from some unseen head wound and both his hands were wrapped around the only arm that held him in place.

Riddick trotted forward, going towards Kyra first since it looked like Harry had everything handled, making her gasp in surprise when he spotted her. "Riddick?"

He nodded his head as he sniffed around her, making sure that his first assessment that she was unharmed was correct. Satisfied, he looked back at Harry just as his mate's angered voice filled the air.

"I was content to let you be...for now, knowing that if I did anything it would mess up time and the world I know. But you chose your death when you went against my own. You killed my family once before, I will not allow you to do that again! And damn the consequences!" he hissed out, right before leaning forward and sinking his teeth into the neck of the boy he was holding.

Tom screamed out in pain, and Riddick couldn't help but relish in it. But it seemed as if Harry had taken no more than a mouth full of his blood before the vampire's magic flared in a way Riddick hadn't seen or felt before.

Harry suddenly jerked back, letting the still alive Tom fall to the ground. His mate's face was twisted and pale, his hands going to his head and pressing as if they were trying to squeeze something out. He stumbled and that sent both Kyra and Riddick into action - scrambling to get to his side.

All Riddick's sensitive hearing could pick up was rapid, harsh breathing and an almost hysterical "no, no, no, no," coming from Harry, as Kyra grabbed his shoulders and began to shake him, calling out his name to get his attention.

Riddick whined, wishing the spell would go away so he could use his hands and voice again, but the wolf's sound must have been enough for Harry's head snapped up - startling both of them with the panicked look in a new very green gaze.

"Harry?" Kyra called again and he seemed to focus his attention on her for a second before looking back at him. Riddick could only stand there and watch as several emotions flickered in those eyes before settling on one he could clearly see and the other he could only smell - anger and fear.

Riddick whined again, and Harry shut his eyes in what seemed to be resolve.

"It won't let me kill him."

"What?" Kyra asked, clearly not understanding, and really, he didn't either. To him, the vampire was a pure killing machine once it had its mind set. "Why?"

"Because...it decided to take him as a mate instead."