I do not own Harry Potter and please read the note from chapter 1. Ignorance is so NOT BLISS!

Chapter 74

Greyback 3

Greyback's eyes widened as he turns his head, staring at his killer's clawed hand rammed straight through his chest. Turning back, cold amber eyes look into his own, and Greyback realizes that he had made a dreadful mistake in his quest for vengeance so long ago.

This man's father may have wronged him, but when he had come to exact his vengeance, something in this man's spirit, even as a child, had spoken to the wolf inside him. It said, "This child's spirit is something not to be trifled with."

But he had pushed it aside, had ignored his wolf's warnings. Especially when he heard Marcus Lupin boasting how he had bested Greyback in a battle. His rage had consumed him.

Now, as he felt the rapid yank of the man's arm from within his body, he saw his still beating heart in the clawed fingers of Lupin's hand. The last thing the dying shifter saw was the image of the man, whose eyes glowed with lupine power, taking a bite of what once gave him life.

And with that snuff it.

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To the others of Greyback's pack, those who were deemed too weak but still forced to fight, watched and felt their former leader's life vanished along with their connection to him. In its place, a new one was born as instincts reared reared up and connected them to this man in front of them.

One of them approached, a male. His wolf instincts needed to come close, to confirm the new bond. Remus stood still, the blood dripping from his mouth, he understood that this was what Alexandre had meant.

There needed to be an acceptance from the wolves of the defeated pack. Greyback was not kind and despite the fact that the weaker ones would not have fought in many battles, many scars were upon their bodies, as if they had been
beaten far too many times.

Looking to Alexandre out of the corner of his eye, his friend and fellow wolf nodded his head softly. He needed to remain where he was, needed to allow them to touch, to confirm that this was real...

"Taste?" The shifter could not help but ask, tentatively. A few others starting to come a little closer, to touch and feel Remus. Their instincts needed to take in his scent and to feel the protection of Moony's spirit.

A low growl emerging from his lips, the leading shifter cringed in front of Remus and the others took a step back in fear of a blow. The wolf, Moony, knew that this was not good. These wolves were weak, yet the part that was Remus
re-iterated over and over that it was not their fault.

They were made to be weak. Like he had been told by so many, they had become convinced that being a shifter was evil and that Fenrir was the only one who would accept them.

This brought a thought to Moony, whom, because of his contact with this man's soul, had developed an intelligence of his own. An idea comes to mind, the wolf within woofing it to his human half.

'Share?'

A smile crosses Remus's lips as he agrees, and Moony backs down to allow the weaker ones to come closer. His hand squeezes the half-eaten heart, shreddeding it into pieces, turning it to a pulp like juice that pools in his hand.

His hand going out to each one that approaches, and their tongues lick at the blood stained hands. Their instincts begin to accept Fenrir's death and to realize that this man is their new leader.

One who is stronger and different from the nightmare that made them what they were.

As they licked and touched his fingers, they tasted kindness and strength. They scented family and pack around him, the kind that they craved, for their former leader always reeked of death and blood.

The wolves within their body, trembling and scared before, now were drinking in the warmth of this silver one whose spirit nudged them awake, whose fur reeked of power and protection from those that would harm them for any reason. This man was theirs and no other pack's....

"Safe?" A young teenager around 13-14 asked as he attempted to come closer. His leg was oddly twisted, and Remus knew by his scent that this young man was still a pup in shifter years. The fact that he was dragged into the fight made him look around and he found that a fair number of those that were not killed were mere teenagers.

The few adults that were in the group seemed to be reluctant and almost unwilling to fight...almost as if they didn't have the heart to do so.

Still his eyes drifted once more to the teenager, beckoning him to lie down as best he can. Remus looked to Alexandre who smiled and handed him his wand.

Whispering some healing spells,Remus smiled as the young teenager relaxed. The boy had been terrified, as Fenrir was known to kill the weaker or injured ones in his pack. The boy watched in awe as he felt the bones knit...

"Change..." Came a rough and gravelly voice, which he knows is the wolf of the new leader speaking out. "Change heals. Change will make stronger"

Alexandre watches and listens, Blackfell watching with him. Alexandre listens as the black wolf began talking for the first time in many years. Rarely before has he needed to, bonded with Alexandre as he had been at the point when his wolf spirit awoke. Something about it clicked very much like a long forgotten memory. Still it mattered not...

'Moony pride leader now. He has much work to make these ones strong. We will help.'

"Indeed, much must be righted and he can not do it alone, old friend."

That said, Alexandre steps forward to approach two younger wolves and an older one. All three are battered and worse for wear. Blackfell makes a sound to his wolf brother, and Moony lets out a low rumble in reply, stating that they can trust him and those who come to help.

Although wanting to flee to their new leader, his rumbling sound calms their spirits quickly and they begin to understand...

They can begin to trust.