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Warnings: Language, violence, subtle homosexuality, but only if you're looking for it, some heroics.
Blaise paced agitatedly, glaring at anyone who dared look at him funny. He was in the library, and he felt like some kind of caged animal. Nyx sat quietly next to the fireplace, though the fire that had been bright in it was dying. Beside her, Nemisis was curled up, her eyes fixed out the window, on the grounds outside, as the sun lilted across it.
Stupid. How could Draco have been so fucking stupid. Didn't he know that without him, this group, this everything, this was nothing. They couldn't go on without him, he was smart, he was funny, he was the one with the real drive. Blaise might have to be tortured to admit it, but if left to his own devices he probably would have tried to lay as low as humanly possible, and not done anything. But of course, Draco would never do something so passive. That damn boy felt too much and tended to evoke the same from everyone around him, and now Blaise was left with a whole mansion full of people looking to him as to what to do, how to get Draco back.
"Nyx. Watch everyone. I'm going for a run."
He said tersely, turning away from her so she wouldn't be able to see his face as he lied. He was surprised when she just nodded, her tight, pale lips not giving an inch. He moved across to the stair case and strode up it, a pea brained idea forming in his head. He knew what he was about to do was incredibly stupid, but what the hell right?
Blaise closed his eyes, pressed his wand to his dark mark, and as soon as he felt the pull of apparition, he focused, strongly, on his reservation of animagus. That's sort of how Blaise got into it, he felt like he was plunging into a cool reservoir that was the Maned Wolf. He bit his tongue at the stinging of shifting, combined with the jerking of apparition.
He landed on unsteady paws, falling on his side, disoriented. He had been thankfully deposited outside of whatever building the dark lord was in, and was able to lay flat for a moment, catching his breath, before he sprang up. It was too soon, too close to the moonrise, but he would have to risk it. He sniffed, flooded with scents, picking out a sweet, familiar musky one, and following it, his nose very nearly pinned to the ground.
The scents were mingled, and too much, the heady scent of under washed wild men and women from Greybacks pack were masking everything, and as the sun sank lower and lower, Blaise felt a cramping dread build in his gut. He cursed mentally, picking up his pace, slipping in through one of the old stone house's open doors. He heard a blood curdling howl, and his heart froze in his chest. Too late. Greyback would not take Draco's disobedience well, and when the man was a wolf, he was crazy.
Blaise dropped all hopes of finding any friendly faces here, and loped along, through the winding corridors, towards where his sensitive ears told him the sounds of werewolves were coming from. Blaise froze, his eyes wide.
A snarling circle of wolves paced around a lump. The bloodstained grey and white fur of Draco's wolf form was matted and Draco snapped his large jaws feebly as wolves darted forwards to nudge and bit him. He'd obviously been tortured, he could hardly stand, and though his lips were pulled back in a fierce snarl, Blaise knew that if his life wasn't in danger, Draco would be out cold.
Blaise spotted a wolf on the periphery, and crept forwards, shoving his nose into the familiar wolfs side. The large brown and grey wolf swung its head to look at Blaise, yellow eyes calmer, more human than any other wolf here.
Blaise whined, and the other wolf wuffed, its sympathy clear, but it turned, intent on not helping him. Blaise growled, his eyes narrowing, and shoved the other wolf firmly with his head. He pricked his ears challengingly, his tail held out stiffly, defiantly.
The older wolves eyes were sad, but he shook Blaise off, as if he were a flea, telling Blaise to calm down and wait, as he always did when he was his equally frustrating self as a man. Blaise growled, and paced on the edges, wildly and the large silver form of Greyback picked up Draco, dropping him on the ground with a sickening thud. Blaise was about to lose it, lunge forwards, do anything, when the steel grey eyes met his, and Draco dramatically whined, tucking his tail in submission, rolling over for Greyback. Greyback snarled, but seemed mildly placated. Before he could push Draco around to prove anything, the mousy brown wolf from earlier, jumped on one of the black female wolves, snarling. The two raised an unholy ruckus, howling, screaming, and Greyback shouldered through his pack, everyone crowding around the pair rolling in the dirt, and just then, the Dark Lord appeared, in a window, and three bodies fell with a sickening crunch. The wolves surged forwards, and Blaise leaped forwards, grabbing Draco by his scruff, and dragging the larger wolf around the edge of the house. He shifted as fast as he could, and touched his ring to the blood on Draco's fur, and a sickening jerk began, but not before a howl of outrage, and battery of spells was fired in their direction, but as soon as he had his arms around his quarry, and the world began to jerk out of view, Blaise didn't care about the pain blossoming across his back.