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Chapter 16

Wolf

Having left Harry at the cabin in the woods under the watchful eye of Fleur, Remus had apperated to a local muggle bar that Fleur had stated the wolf leader he was seeking often frequented. Taking her warning into account, Remus had left after having promised Harry that, should anything happen, he would leave right away.

Alexandre was indeed a werewolf of a different sort, Remus noticed as the dark haired man made his rounds in the club among men and women alike. The man exuded a primal grace that made the wolfishness of his own soul sing with pride and with fear. For as Alexandre turned and narrowed a pair of blue eyes on him, an urge to cower, forced Remus to back up against the wall. He had thought he was an alpha, for he had as much power as Greyback. But this man...this Alexandre, had immense power that dwarfed his to the point that it felt like nothing in comparison.

"Why are you here Wolfling?"

Feeling a trifle insulted at the name he has been called, as that was reserved for the children or newbies in the prides. Remus couldn't help but let Moony out for a second in response to the man's perceived insult.

He immediately regretted that.

Grasping his hand within his own, it was at that moment Remus realized Alexandre was keeping his power leashed. Truly felt now, Remus felt the full effect of this werewolf and whined as the strength crushed his hand, as he could literally feel the bones breaking within it.

"You are from that country, the one where the wolves have grown weak and spineless to the point that they join with humans for protection."

"No I join with no one!"

"Then you are a loner! Meat to be wasted!"

Growling out his challenge to prove him wrong, Remus felt Moony respond with a vengeance. His eyes flashing gold, Remus leapt for Alexandre's throat and the challenge was accepted. Tossing him outside as if he was nothing, the other patrons simply shruged and turned back to their drinks.

They were used to Alexandre tossing people out, after all.

Moments later they were shocked as the sound of a howling wolf echoing in the air. It was not something that happened everyday, and they were further shocked as a growl of anger emitted from their friend and companion.

"Stay here... and lock the doors behind me."

Only the bartender understood and nodded his head in compliance. He was one of Alexandre's pride members and it was he who notified his leader of Remus's presence. Though his customers looked at him confusedly, he simply shook his head as he followed his leader to the doors.

Already he has started to shift and as the bartender closed the special enforced door, the sounds of two animals snarling and ripping at each others flesh began.

His customers showed even more fear as the rabid sounds only increased. He plied them with even more whiskey, wine, beer— any kind of drink they asked for— to drown it out.

Still, as the yips and snarls grew louder and went on for quite, some time, he began to wonder about this silver wolf. But when they stopped all of a sudden...He wondered who won.

He hesitated but decided that he would simply wait until the signal was given by Alexandre to unlock the doors.

Unknowingly to the bartender, it would be quite a while before that would happen.

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Outside in the woods around the bar, Alexandre and Remus were in what one would call a stalemate. Despite his overwhelming power over the other, the leader of La Royaute found himself impressed as against all odds. This man had not given up on the fact that he had to fight to not only get his dignity back, but this man may have been testing him.

Testing his own power...

Ready to keep going, Alexandre growled as noticed that others had come. He let out a commanding howl, and some shied away with their tails tucked down between their legs. One did not listen and, although as old as Alexandre, he was impetuous. Thinking his leader was weak, he attacked from behind.

Alexandre growled in rage at the audacity this wolf had to interfere in his own battle. Whipping around, his jaws snapped immediately around his opponent's neck and he bit down hard. With relative ease, not only did he snap the interloper's neck with one bite, but he tossed him like he was nothing deep and far into the woods.

Despite his wolfish nature accepting it, Remus watched in horror, as this was done from the safety given to him by the Wolf's mind.

This is why Fleur had warned him.

Alexandre did not hesitate to kill those who intruded on what he perceived as his. And he gained power from it, for it is well known among all magical creatures, born or made, the blood carried the magic. And with death it transferred to the one who drank it.

For the sheer amount of power that Alexandre exuded…he had to have killed many.