𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓐 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 [√]

Part Eight

Fenrir was talking to his first beta, Sidas, through the mind link about arrangements for getting Harry back to Hogwarts, when a knock came at his door.

Dropping the shirt he had just pulled out of the closet on the bed, he went and opened the door. Pausing when he saw the delicious sight in front of him.

Harry wrapped in a towel.

Fenrir's eyes slid down Harry's body. He saw a few scars on him. As his eyes ran down Harry's head, he could practically feel his wolf drooling. The thought of somebody else touching that pale skin made his wolf growl.

Harry jumped at the growl, and Fenrir's eyes snapped up to his. "Can I borrow some clothes, please?" Harry stuttered out.

"Sure," he said before going to his closet and pulling out a hoodie and sweatpants.

He handed the clothes to Harry, who quickly pulled on the hoodie. The hoodie went down to his mid-thigh, almost to his knee.

"I don't think I need the pants," Harry said, chuckling slightly as he tugged the towel off before tossing it on the bed. "Um, is it OK if I use the kitchen? I'm kinda hungry," Harry told him.

"Sure, I had one of my pack members stock up on enough food to last for the week until we figured out how to get back home," Fenrir told him, giving him a silent nod before rushing out of the room.

Fenrir stood there for a few seconds after he left before grabbing a shirt he pulled it on and went out on the balcony. He took a deep breath and took a deep breath.

He looked down at the beach and saw a figure standing there looking up at his house. He growled, narrowing his eyes at the figure. He had a rule for no one to be on the beach at night, it was dangerous and stupid. The waters got rough at night and have killed members before.

The figure turned around and shifted before running back down the beach, towards the packhouse. Sighing Fenrir stood there for a few minutes before he turned and went back in, heading to the kitchen.

When he entered the kitchen, he froze. A delicious smell surrounded him. His kitchen has never smelled that good. Harry was stirring a small bowl. He leaned on the doorjamb.

Harry tasted whatever he was making and nodded before dropping the spoon in the sink. He turned around and jumped at the sight of him. "Oh, Fenrir," He said, pulling on the sleeves of his hoodie. "I-I didn't hear you come down," He said before an alarm went off, and Harry turned quickly and pulled on a kitten before pulling something out of the oven.

"How long was I upstairs?" Fenrir asked, going closer to see that it was a small pan with four cupcakes that Harry pulled out.

"About forty minutes," Harry answered, using his wand to float the cupcakes out of the pan and onto a plate. He took a spatula and dug it into the pot, and Fenrir realized it was icing. "The food is already done. I set it out on the table. I was going to call you when I finished with these," he said, holding up the cupcakes.

"Well, why don't we eat," Fenrir said as he took the plate and headed to the dining room where he saw two plates of food covered and a chilled jug of juice sitting on the table.

He placed the cupcakes on the table before pulling out a chair for Harry and then sitting down. He uncovered his plate to see that it was a simple dish, macaroni, and cheese with bits of bacon.

Fenrir took a bite and groaned, "Oh, wow." He took another bite and praised, "This is amazing," looking up at Harry, who was blushing.

"Thank you. I enjoy cooking," Harry told him, and Fenrir hummed.

"Maybe you can teach our chefs. Their food has become bland over the years," he said, and Harry raised a brow before continuing to eat.

Fenrir led him down to the ground floor after dinner to watch TV, "We have power generators; we modified them a bit so we can charge them with magic; just need to do it once a month," Fenrir told him as they sat on the oversized couch.

They watched a movie until they both fell asleep, Harry with his head on Fenrir's shoulder, and his head on Harry's head.

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Re-published: April 30, 2024, 9 am

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