Silver Howling Moon

Chapter 1: Mate Found

Fenrir Greyback; he was a very well known werewolf alpha of Great Britain. One of the strongest physically and mentally, and one who had blatantly sided with the Dark Lord during the last war to help benefit the survival of his pack. He wasn't considered a young alpha anymore; he had been the leader of his pack for some years now, and he had more than enough worldly experiences outside of the pack to know he hated most of the rest of the magical world.

Though, it wasn't exactly true that he wanted to turn all the magicals to beast-shifters; the magical world wouldn't be able to function like that. His master was the one who had showed him this error of his ideal; despite at the time, Riddle had been younger and more prone to certain...idealisms, even if darkly inclined.

However, Fenrir likely had turned a fair few more people for one reason or another than many others of his kind. Only a few of them brought him to regret of the choice....even if for some of them; he had no choice but to turn them to spare dangers to his pack.

He internally sighed to himself; that was a great number of years ago, however. Before the war's end, and before the Dark Lord was vanquished. He prowled alone and in the silence of the stillness to the Dark Forest; the night air cool, the breeze calming, and the sensations of the forest's stillness quieting his mind, his heart, and his soul from the immense pain he felt right now.

Amber eyes looked to the stars from his large wolven body; years ago when he had decided to have the pack serve the Dark Lord...Fenrir had said that he never needed a mate; did not need, want, or even wish for one.

That he would survive without one.

He had been adamant in this stance; even as many of the other single female and male werewolves of the pack had tried to garner his attention; knowing that Fenrir would one day take over for the pack whenever Jagur died.

Jagur...he hadn't thought back on his sire for years now. He was the pack's former leader, and the creature who had seen the potential strength in Fenrir as a human child to become a great alpha. Many believed that Fenrir's turning was a violent affair, but in truth; Fenrir...he had willingly accepted the offer of the turn.

He had accepted it to protect his mother from his father; who was an alcoholic and violently abusive when drunk. Jagur; he had been old then...older than many werewolves lived to and his bones brittle like a fine ash powder, ailing from so many transformations and suffering along with the barely liveable conditions that he had the whole pack suffer. He didn't believe in alliances to anyone or any other pack; didn't trust them.

But, even for his frailty...the old wolf had endured and he had trained him well. Allowed him grow unbelievably strong as a werewolf. Fenrir later; he had come home to his parents to visit them; only to find his father had raped his mother and then killed her. The fury in the younger werewolf then had been substantial; he literally raged and mauled his father; tore him apart.

Only to return to the pack exhausted to find out Jagur had passed while he had been away; Fenrir took some days to recover. He had lost his mother, his father, and his mentor all at once. While he had held no love or affection for his father; the man was still his biological sire.

But the glowing eyes then saddened; it had been some years since he took the role as the alpha of the pack. Some years in which; he now understood the need and the necessity for a werewolf...no matter if an alpha or not, to have a mate. Fenrir longed to find one that would stay beside of him through anything; even knowing who he was, what he had done or was accused to have done, and whom he was allied to.

A mate that wouldn't run and reject him because of that.

Yet, Fenrir had searched occasionally; off and on for a mate, but...as to be expected in his mind...no one had caught his attention nor had any one person's scent called to him. His heart tonight was heavy, and perhaps why he had needed time alone in the forest for reflection.