Becoming Beta

Chapter 33

A/N: Whew, that last chapter was intense! That ending tho... This one isn't a whole lot better. But maybe?

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The hot rush of blood in Fenrir's mouth excited him in ways he knew he should try to hide from his Beta's Mate. He growled a warning to the witch and left her in the alcove, dropping the tapestry behind him.

He hoped that would keep her out of the worst of the fighting. She was pack and it was the best thing he could do to protect her. He needed to find his Beta and take care of Dumbledore. Fenrir didn't bother wiping the blood from his mouth and chin. He savored the taste as he lifted his nose in the air, sniffing out his Beta.

He followed the trail after attacking a few more humans, not killing any of them, just maiming. Maybe they'd turn into werewolves, maybe not. Fenrir didn't much care. He soon found himself climbing the tower stairs. Having not attended Hogwarts himself, he was disoriented in the large castle and had to rely on his scent of smell. Mostly he smelt fear and piss. There were three or four people standing above him in the tower proper. He strained his ears to hear heartbeats, but it was hard to find them with the chaos of the battle raging below.

When he emerged at the top of the tower he found Draco, Dumbledore, and Snape. "Well, the gang's all here. Shall we begin, Beta?" Fenrir asked as he stalked forward to stand next to Draco. He glared at Snape. The man was always around, taking the glory from Fenrir and his pack.

"Greyback," Dumbledore said weakly. "How did you get inside the school?"

"Walked right in, actually," Fenrir replied with a grin. He took a look around the tower — the green light of the Morsmordre hung above them all. He thought he heard a scuffling in the corner and peered there, but Dumbledore brought his attention back to him.

"What did you do, Draco?" Dumbledore asked plaintively. The old man was weak as he propped himself up against the battlements. Fenrir sniffed. It was Dumbledore's piss he was smelling. If he was so scared, maybe the old man knew what was coming for him. Everyone was scared of death, even the most powerful wizards.

"What I had to do to keep my family alive," Draco spat. He held a wand in each hand, and Fenrir assumed he had already disarmed the headmaster. "And you never even figured it out did you?" Draco taunted.

Fenrir smirked and clapped his Beta on the shoulder.

"Oh, Draco. You should have come to me," Dumbledore lamented. He slipped, but caught himself and stood once more.

"Why? So the Dark Lord could kill my whole family? No! You don't have all the answers, Professor. Some things are beyond even you!"

"I would have helped you. I could still help you. You have options," Dumbledore pleaded.

"Options? You are behind the times old man. I'm a Death Eater now," his Beta lifted the sleeve of his left arm, showing his Dark Mark. "And I'm Beta in the largest werewolf pack in Britain. I have no options. Only the ones set before me by men better than you."

Dumbledore gasped, "So soon? I thought you were close to Miss Granger... I thought she would influence you in another direction."

"Do not speak of her! You know nothing about her!" Draco shouted at the headmaster. Fenrir nodded approvingly. His mate was pack business.