Fenrir was in a high state of jubilee. The full moon was rising. He could hardly wait to feel his muscles pull and stretch. He ached to feel his teeth grow an inch long into razor sharp weapons. He yearned to feel the power of being a full werewolf coursing through his body.
He paced an area of the woods were several other shapes shifters waited with him. His pack numbered 20 so far and he was hoping to beat into submission the Alpha male of another pack tonight. If that could be done it would go a long way towards getting more shape shifters on his side. His plan was nothing short of complete domination of the shape shifting population of Low Hollow and then he intended to move on to grow his army as he had planned.
Once he had a good sized army together he could start again infecting wizards and witches. They had their spells and magic but werewolf's were hard to kill and a lot of them could easily outnumber a small town. He ran his tongue over his teeth eagerly wanting to feel flesh ripping and tearing and blood rushing down his throat. There was one other job that interested him tonight. A witch had apparently taken a shine to one of his boys, a lanky ginger bloke with dimples.
Fenrir hadn't decided yet if he was gong to allow someone else to turn her but at the same time control was hard when a wolf had a mouthful of blood. Fenrir had years of learning to control himself so he could sneak into homes to infect innocent children but every time had been an fight. For sure he didn't think anyone in his pack could do it. Even though the witch had convinced herself there was love involved her lover would likely tear her to pieces and if the whole pack got involved welp so sorry but your now dinner.
Love. Fenrir knew all about it. He loved being what he was. He loved committing the acts that had gotten him condemned. He even loved his pack and the thought of dominating the magic world. The rest of it was nothing but a tool used to manipulate others. Over the years he had been close to the alter once or twice but there had been no love involved for him. It had been pure lust that had fizzled out as soon as a woman wanted gentleness and support and some other damn fool things women seemed to think they deserved.
He had decided long ago that love and it's ilk was what had ruined the muggle world and made it devoid of magic. They let women make the decisions and while he knew that some women had to be respected for their cunning and strength,( the thought of Bellatrix hexing him when he and his fellow snatchers had brought in Harry Potter and his pals in made him snarl in anger he'd had plans for that bitch you can lay to it!) Some things couldn't replace a man's place in life however. Hunter, father if done to increase ones powers, and leader were the places were men belonged.
Women just needed to spit out the brats and take care of the males. It was so simple he didn't understand why the muggles didn't get it. Even the wizards and witches seemed confused about their place in the grand scheme of things. A ripple of pain went though him and he groaned in pleasure shedding his clothes with his brethren. His nails began to grow his limbs lengthened and the pain made him twist in ecstasy for the coming rush of power. Once it was complete the pack sniffed around quickly most of them cringing and paying homage to Fenrir who was more monstrous looking then all of them. He crouched down and gave himself a minute to grab the small sliver of human cunning that was still in his mind. Once he had it he turned and howled into the night.
First the witch. He had committed her home address to memory and she had been instructed to leave her spells of protection off. Not that it mattered even in were form Fenrir knew how to cast low level spells himself and simply would have forced his way in whether she still wanted to be converted or not. His pack would wait for him into the woods. Once the bite was done he would start the hunt for the other pack following their scents and sounds.
This was his life and he loved it and would die living it to the fullest.