Silver Howling Moon

Chapter 2: Man and Wolf

Harry blinked his eyes blearily some hours later; instantly noting that he felt warm and very very comfortable, even as he recognized he was not at Hogwarts nor in his dorm room. He absentmindedly moved his hand about and stilled suddenly. A hand that now felt the very muscular form of another beneath his to cushion him. The planes of hard muscle were definitively a male body and very defined.

Harry's breath hitched as his heart began to thump erratically; he cautiously moved his hand over the skin softly as he turned his gaze and he remembered now of the events before. His eyes slowly lifted upwards and then he stared straight into slightly amused ones on one Fenrir Greyback; who now lied there naked as the day he was born.

Harry breathed in sharply as he flushed; the man was pure muscle and built for his creature. Those muscles didn't lie to him, and the numerous scars about his body bespoke of his struggles with the transformation and or the fights he had been in as an alpha.

He immediately removed his hand from the alpha as he sat up slowly; realizing it had been Fenrir that made him so comfortable and warm. Fenrir then frowned a bit but kept his expression neutral as he too sat up, "I don't mind your touch, little wolfling. I wouldn't hurt you for it."

His eyes distanced, "I would never hurt you; not anymore." He spoke quietly

Harry tensed and eyed the cavern entrance, "And why is that? I am technically your master's sworn enemy; you are playing a very dangerous game in toying about with me while he lives and breathes.

Riddle wants nothing more or less than to end my very existence from this world." Harry told him quietly, "He won't stop hunting me until one of us dies."

Fenrir eyed Harry then, "Perhaps so; but one cannot deny the call of one's mate, little wolfling." He told them softly as Harry turned to gaze at him with questioning eyes, " You are my mate; and I have waited for such a long time in pained loneliness for a mate to be given to me by the Mother Moon. I want to protect you now, but I know you don't exactly trust me."

Fenrir eyed the cavern entrance then, "I will find a way for you to live. For Tom to stop hunting you; though that may include you swearing and vowing not to fight him anymore and to remain as my mate and the secondary leader of the pack.

But I cannot force you to want that; the wolf inside does not wish for an unwilling mate." Fenrir told him

Harry stilled to those words as an internal sense of shock ran through him; he was Fenrir's mate for life? That rather did explain his odd behaviors towards Harry last evening. And, Harry internally growled; it explained the betrayals he had felt yesterday.

To learn of the magic used on him and the potions; to try to control him and to keep him from doing things they did not wish. Harry had always known that he was meant for more than your average witch or wizard...but now; he needed time to unravel exactly all of what was hidden and to free himself from whatever they did to him.

Fenrir breathed some, "Potter, I know this is likely a shock to you, and I know it was for me when I found you here last night as I recognized the scent of a mate...considering that we've had a few altercations where I did not recognize it.

But, are...are you at least....willing to try to let me prove that you can trust me and my intentions to you?"

Fenrir then pushed Harry gently towards him as he leaned down and nuzzled his face softly, "I want to prove my intentions to you; but mate has to be willing to let Fenrir do so. The wolf inside; again, he will not accept a mate who is unwilling to stand beside us."

Harry breathed as he thought about this, "I am not against this; not exactly. Seeing as I am aware that werewolves mate for life. But I need to know some things? Are you going to continue to bite people to turn them? I don't care about the ones that cross you or deserve it; it is one method that serves the were-creatures to protect them and their packs. I mean the ones who have done nothing to warrant it?