𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓐 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 [√]

Part Twenty-three

Fenrir growled as he stared down at the person who had been sending his pack's threats.

"You dare to come here, to my land?" He growled, and the man in front of him laughed evilly.

"Your land, brother, this is my land you stole it from me!!!" George snarled and Fenrir growled.

"I stole nothing," He said, and George growled before shifting.

Fenrir shifted too, charging towards George. Halfway there, three people appeared in his way, but they ducked down. Ignoring them, he latched on to George.

They raged, every werewolf who could fight was fighting the wolves of George's rogue pack.

Tom, Severus, and Harry escaped the battle. Harry led them up to Fenrir's house, away from the pack house where he hoped they would be safe.

Fenrir and George battled, there were few of George's men left. As always, the cocky bastard brought very few warriors to the battle. Thinking he would win because of his strength and ability, which he packed a bit, not even matching Fenrir's.

George ran into the forest. Fenrir growled, watching him go. "He's heading towards the pack house," Sidas yelled, and Fenrir looked back at him. "Harry's at the pack house!!" the beta said, and Fenrir took off, running towards the house, with Credo and Sidas following him.

They got to the pack house to see the door ripped off and rushed inside. They ran into the large living room. They spotted Severus and Harry standing behind Tom who had his wand pointed at the growling wolf in front of them.

"GEORGE!!" Fenrir roared, as he glared.

"So, this is your little mate that Maria told me so much about," He said and Fenrir growled.

He lounged, shifted mid-air, and tackled George, and the two rolled. George landed on top and snapped his jaws at the other.

A green spell shot out from the side and knocked him off. He slumped to the side, lifeless.

Fenrir shifted back. "Fenrir," Harry said as he rushed around the two older wizards standing in front of him and kept in front of him. "Are you alright?" He asked his hands on Fenrir's chest.

"I'm fine, little wizard," He said, standing. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his mind finally registering that Harry was standing in front of him.

"I...I came back." Harry said as he heard the others leave the room, giving them privacy.

"You're going to stay?" Fenrir asked, his eyes having a hopeful look.

"Yeah, as long as you'll have me," Harry said. And Fenrir leaned in and kissed him, wrapping his arms around his small waist.

"Am I really your mate?" Harry asked, recalling what George said.

"Y-yeah." Fenrir stuttered out.

"What didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, and Fenrir nervously scratched the back of his neck.

"Because I didn't want you to feel like you had to stay, you have friends and family out there," Fenrir told him.

"Well, friends and family can visit," Harry replied, "I would rather stay here with my wolf." He said.

"This wolf wants you to stay too," Fenrir replied, connecting his lips to Harry's.

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Re-published: April 30, 2024, 4:30 pm

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