A/N: Lupin's Point-of-View

Lupin watched Severus apparate away, his fists twitching in rage. That bastard thinks he can trick her into wanting him?!

"Alastor, is there a way to check her for love potions? There's got to be a reason she's been defending him!" Lupin asked, sneering.

"Remus, I don't think it's a matter of potions." Mad-Eye said cautiously.

"The presence of blue freckles can be indicative, except that she's a metamorphmagus." Hermione supplied.

"Not now, Miss Granger." Minerva interjected. "Besides, Remus, I believe you need to give her some time to herself. All she did was point out how you were treating her while you focused only on casting dispersions on Severus."

"He is manipulating her, Minerva!" Remus spat, feeling a wave of anger fester within him.

"Moony." Harry's voice conveyed a resolved nature that got the werewolf's attention. "You stated before that you did not like nor dislike Snape, yet now it is apparent that you are determined to hate him because of Tonks. James wouldn't like to see this side of you, and neither would Sirius."

That was the final straw for him; he was growling very quietly to himself as he barged out the front door to see a silver dragon fade next to Tonks. Turning on the spot, he apparated away to the werewolf pack.

Deep in the forest, he knew that the sound of his apparition would attract the pack, but he didn't care. His rage had been building up from his disgust at thinking that his Dora could want anything to do with the greaseball.

The full moon was about a week ago, so they all would be out here in their human forms. These people have given up on attempting living with society and therefore didn't care as much about their appearances as Remus had. Monthly shifts usually caused their clothes to rip if not entirely shredded to pieces. A impromptu family had gathered in a nearby cave and had ducked their heads back in once they saw who it was.

It wasn't until he was facing Fenrir that Remus realized that he was tired of being told what to do and how to treat others. Maybe the pack had a good point; if you don't want to hear someone's views, tear their face off.

"Look, it's the city mutt, out from the pound. Did you come back from your Master with another speech about peaceful coexistence with the Wizards?" His mocking tone wasn't missed on anyone there, and the laughter only fueled his rage even more. It was pouring into a part of him he hadn't known about and it was thirsty for more.

"They don't have to follow you, Greyback." Lupin spat, taking his jacket and shirt off. "I'm ready to challenge you if I must to keep them from being Voldemort's pawns."

Fenrir looked at him and sniffed contemptuously. "You reek of the 'civilized' world, where they wish to tag us and dose us with potions every month and lock us away from the delights of hunting and feeding. I'm not going to fight you while you have your little stick on you. Bölverkr! Take care of him."

Remus looked around, knowing the Old Norse term for 'evil-doer'. Fenrir decided to pawn him off to one of his pack's enforcers. He hadn't expected the lithe, blond woman to fall from a tree and lope towards him with a lethal grace that caused stirrings within his non-human side.

She pulled off her coat as well, slipping out a silver blade and paced towards him with a predatory glare. "I've been waiting for this, Remus Lupin, 'professor' of Hogwarts! My parents refused to let me continue there once I got bit. Kicked me out of me own house too." Remus had sniffed the air, and could smell the musky smell of death upon her. She had killed and eaten something recently, and his rage shifted within him as his body seemed to explode with magic.

He was shifting into his werewolf form, something that had never happened outside of the Full Moon. Observing werewolves gasped and hid themselves behind the nearest cover while Fenrir just growled at him.

"Think that would scare me, you little whelp?" She dashed forward, palming the blade in a reverse grip and came at him, slashing his arm with a glancing blow.

Remus had expected a more direct assault, twisting into the hit and using his claws to maul through her shirt and back. He smelled her blood and growled in ecstasy.

She winced in pain at that, using the adrenaline to fuel her next thrust as she took her blade and went for his heart. Remus jumped into the attack, jaw clenching onto her throat, and tackling her down onto the ground as he used his front claws to rip the blade out of her hand. Had she lost a part of a finger? Mine now. He thought pleasurably.

As he kept her neck in a vice-like grip with his jaw, he heard her gasping for breath as her fear spiked. He had enjoyed the fight but was disappointed in how fast it was over. He won, but wanted to claim her as a prize.

"I concede, Lupin." She gasped out, but he didn't care. Remus' transformation had ruined his pants and he felt himself erect and wanting to mount her right there. He knew she still had some clothing on and his claws were unable to get them off of her. She realized what he was trying to do and was squirming out from under him.

"It can't work like this! Not when I'm still in human form, you stupid mutt!" She screamed, but it only served to work him up more.

He tried mounting on top of her, but realized that he couldn't get himself positioned. He hated the pack, the Order, and how Dora had shoved him away for Snivellus.

He knew he was powerful and Dark, but had always tried to restrain himself. But if being dangerously Dark is what works to get a woman, then he'd do it. He wanted to scream at the woman beneath him to shut up, but all he could do was growl and think about killing and fucking.

Lupin realized that he was losing his rational side, that he was giving into his inner beast. But it felt so natural, so good. Having this exposed neck under him was right. Having her submit underneath him was where she was supposed to be. But she wasn't supposed to be fighting so much.

As his claws tore away her clothes and pants, he could smell her blood and his desire spiked. He didn't care that she was struggling, or that she was in human form. He won, he was on top, and he got her.

She didn't stop screaming, though. And nobody would come to her aid. That was the way with this pack. The strongest got what they wanted, and the weakest knew that this was their place. His hips were bucking over her as she kept trying to pull away, and he finally closed his jaw with an audible snap.

She was finally quiet, and Lupin was glad of it. He could finally take her in peace. But her smell changed; she had gone too limp in his jaw.

Lupin pulled his mouth off of her and nudged his snout against her face. She was no longer good for mating with. But she was still warm and he had claimed her. She still smelled good, but in a completely different way as he tore into her flesh and savored his kill.