Becoming Beta

Chapter 2

Fenrir stalked through the long, twisting hallways of Malfoy Manor looking for his newest pup. He should be up and about by now, Fenrir had bitten him two days ago. He had no idea how many other people he had bitten before the Malfoy boy. Hundreds probably. His intention had been to bite as many people as he could in order to take over the wizarding world. That goal was on hiatus now, though. Now, he was a Death Eater, he would follow the Dark Lord's objectives, as long as they aligned with his own.

The new army that the Dark Lord wanted to create was right up Fenrir's alley. Fenrir would be in charge of this new army and he would rule it with an iron fist. If he was good enough, he might be able to surpass the number of Death Eaters, and that's what he really wanted. Fenrir had grand plans for himself and his pack. He just had to find his new pup to get started.

Five days ago when that bitch, Bellatrix Lestrange, told him he was needed for part of an "inner circle" meeting, Fenrir had about hexed her. How the Dark Lord could put up with her, he had no idea. She had gone on and on about the "inner circle" this and the "inner circle" that. Like Fenrir cared about the gods-be-damned inner circle. He didn't want to be part of the inner circle, he had enough on his plate trying to get his pack in order. He didn't want a pack of new pups. His policy had changed, now he was contacting every lone wolf he'd bit in the last 30 years trying to convince them to become pack. There had to be intention with a werewolf bite, if you didn't intend for the recipient to be pack, then they wouldn't be. If Fenrir or the recipient wanted to become pack later on, Fenrir had to bite them again with the pack intention. Second time wasn't as bad of course, but still, took some convincing.

Over the last two days, while recovering from the full moon Fenrir had come to terms with who his newest pup would be. He hadn't any idea what the Dark Lord wanted when he called him into that meeting earlier in the week. It was just of a surprise to him as it seemed to be to the Malfoy kid. Fenrir did have to admit to being impressed with the way the pup had taken the news, yes he looked shocked, but he had recovered quickly. He took his "punishment" like a man. Fenrir chuckled to himself under his breath, being a werewolf was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Sure, as a kid he had felt plenty of resentment, it was the reason he went around and bit as many people as he could, he wanted everyone to have to go through what he did.

But then he'd gotten a pack and everything changed. It took him a few years to figure out what it was about having a pack that made being a werewolf better, but he finally did. It was the collective. It was subtle and took a while to find it and really tap into it, but the collective was the best part about being a werewolf. He almost felt sorry for all the lone wolves out there who didn't have access to the collective, but then he thought about Lupin and snarled. Dumb sods, the lot of them.

Fenrir stopped and sniffed the air, turning slowly as different scents hit his nose, ah, there, that's it. Fenrir took off at a quicker pace and ended up on the ground level near the solar, his new pup was just leaving.

"Malfoy," Fenrir growled at him.

Malfoy turned around and looked at Fenrir, he couldn't hide his revulsion fast enough. Fenrir saw the look slip through before the pure-blood mask was back in place. Fecking pure-blood ponce.

"Let's talk," Fenrir turned around and headed to the dungeons, there was a dueling court under the east wing. The Dark Lord had directed Fenrir to train his recruits there.

Fenrir didn't even bother to see if Malfoy was following him, he could hear him keeping pace. He hoped the pup would be strong enough to be Beta, Merlin knew the rest of the pack was singularly unqualified to be Beta. He couldn't believe the stupidity of his last Beta to get himself killed. He was just happy the Dark Lord had decided that losing his Beta was punishment enough. While Fenrir's goals aligned with the Dark Lord's at the moment, he didn't think he wanted to take anyone's punishment. Fenrir was a cold-hearted bastard, he knew this, the Dark Lord was a fucking terrifying psychopath. Fenrir was smart enough to know he didn't want to get on his bad side.