Broken Moon

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Chapter Two

Albus’ burning flesh still stung at his nose as he exited the small village. The moist soil clumped comfortably between his padded feet as he jogged out in the night. His parents didn’t want him to be Alpha, hell; they even allowed Greyback to live in their house. It was far too small to share with that Lone wolf. No matter, he would be leaving. He would become a Lone wolf. Ever since he was a pup his parents and godfathers had warned him about spending too much time in his wolf form. It wasn’t good on the human mind. But Harry could care a less. Already he’d been spending far too much time as his wolf. And now that he was going to go Lone- he probably would be permanently stuck as a wolf. Forever.

He didn’t get too far into the forest when he heard soft feet running along side him. At first he thought it was either Ron coming after him or his father. Even his damn mother would be an option. But as his nostrils flared, he stumbled slightly over his paws but recovered quickly. It was him. Who did the man think he was?

Harry knew this forest like the back of his hand.

Hurriedly, he picked up his speed, loving the feel of wind caressing his thick coat. Just ahead of him, the two werewolves would cross paths. That is, unless Harry jumped over the fallen branch a little bit to his right- which would be a risky considering Greyback was to his right. But if he slowed down just a little he could run behind the wolf in the other direction.

His steps slowed slightly but he made sure he made as much noise as he could to alert Greyback he was still heading north. His sights were focused on the bent branch and he leaped quickly. Landing gracefully, he had a chance to look at the corner of his eye at the man. He had never seen him before, but fuck. Greyback was huge, or at least his wolf was. The silver and white coat was silky but it didn’t cover the fact that bulky muscles rippled beneath it.

Greyback skidded to a halt and his attention literally snapped behind him toward Harry. For a moment, they stared at one another- a sizzling attraction forming.

Blinking, Harry lowered his head and gave his best damn snarl he could manage. And then he ran. His goal was to keep running until Greyback ran out of juice. After all, Harry was the superior runner-,

He skidded just like Greyback had done earlier when he witnessed the human Greyback in front of him, smirking arrogantly. How the hell did he do that? “You may think you’re the only one who knows this forest, pup, but you forgot I have been here years earlier.” The man was crouched down, a hand placed on the ground in between his legs. His muscles on his arms were clenched noticeably; ropy scars marked the tan skin and his silver hair fell to his shoulders messily. The man was shaped perfectly for an Alpha; long legs, muscles, and he had a distinct beauty and commanding aura around him.

Those bright amber eyes were challenging Harry in a stare as the arrogant smirk grew more dangerous. “Look at you…” Fenrir murmured. “The last time I’ve seen you- you were no bigger than my hand with a mop of black hair. Now you’re a hard-headed dominant, or… that’s what I hear.” Harry swung his tail threateningly and his hackles were raised in warning.

Fenrir shrugged, his naked torso showed the movement as his muscles clenched. He had pants on- torn leather like most Albus’ pack. But he had no knife or sword. “You aren’t a dominant.” Harry’s claws came out and punctured the forest floor. “You’re running away from your problems like a damn submissive. You said you want to be the Alpha of the pack? No Alpha would leave their pack like you’ve done. Boy, you are weak-,”

Harry snarled and charged at the man. Partly because he knew the man was right and because he hated him. As his pouncing form came closer, Fenrir stayed in his same arrogant pose, watching Harry with a light in his eyes. It happened so fast, Harry wasn’t expecting Fenrir to stay in his human form, but the man grabbed Harry by the muzzle and tossed him roughly to the ground before the black wolf could connect with the human.

His body twisted awkwardly as he landed on the ground and he gave an intake of pained air as his side hit a tree trunk. Harry didn’t stay on his back though, he hurriedly got to his paws and charged again. “This will be so much fun…” Fenrir growled low in his throat and his body morphed fluidly into the large wolf.

The two snarling wolves met in mid stride, both immediately going for the vulnerable throat. They each held the other’s throat successfully between sharp teeth causing their stance to be awkward- the two standing on hind legs- trying not to move for if they did, teeth would wound their thin skin. In the end, they both had to let go of the throat and take on a defensive stance.

Even if they were fighting ruthlessly, the air smelt strongly of pleasure from both the wolves. They were having fun at finally having a worthy opponent. Of course, Fenrir didn’t want this- for he struck out first. Viciously. Teeth grazed Harry’s arm just as the black wolf jerked backward, his neck avoiding a miss with the teeth. With Greyback’s bowed head, Harry took advantage and sunk his teeth in the broad shoulder. His slightly hooked teeth shredded the shoulder until Greyback howled and knocked him back with his claws. Harry hissed in pain as the claws stuck in his side, a minor wound compared to the grey wolf’s shoulder.

The two started to circle one another, glowing green eyes watching Greyback try not to limp with his soaked crimson shoulder. The man was trying to hide his pain but it was obvious he was favoring his right side over his left. Harry himself tried not to take deep breaths or the shooting pain would return from his own wound. Harry had to be honest with himself. Greyback looked the sight.

The black wolf prided himself with being the best hunter of the pack, probably the most dominant one too- but Fenrir Greyback was a tough competition. Just his movements reeked of dominance and grace like a skilled hunter.

Harry’s ear perked up but then it lowered again when he figured out what was happening much too late in the game. Fenrir was inching toward him, successfully driving Harry back toward the running water. Wolves can’t swim. Heart pounding, Harry’s hind paw slipped and sunk into the water but he recovered just in enough time for Greyback to strike again. The larger wolf held nothing back as he snipped at Harry’s muzzle and forced him to the ground.

With the running water right next to them, Harry was slightly taken off guard as the wolf on top of him violently ripped at his chest and then the claws sunk deeper into the skin, slowly running downward to his vulnerable stomach. It was the worst pain Harry had ever felt before. The burning pain of having something slice open your skin was unbearable. Warm blood stained his black fur even darker and his muzzle opened to give off a loud squeal of pain.

The claws removed themselves before they could do too much damage and then Greyback lowered his dripping teeth to Harry’s throat. The silent question hung in the air. Do you submit to me? Or not?

Harry panted, his eyes getting cloudy with the pain and blood loss. But he was no damn submissive. He brought back his outstretched claws and sadistically sunk his nails into the side of the silver fur. And Harry got his back. His neck was already wet from Greyback’s saliva but as the wolf sunk in his teeth, the saliva and blood intermixed together. A large canine was directly over his jugular, a killing strike.

Harry quickly removed his claws in submission just as his body started to flicker human and back to wolf as he felt the blood loss take its toll. Greyback got off him and morphed into his own human form. “Turn human.” The voice was harsh and commanding. “You will tolerate someone to heal you without wanting to fight, do it.” Even in Harry’s hazy mind, he knew the man was right. If he were to stay wolf, the wolf would not tolerate sitting still for someone to clean his wounds.

Harry reared his head, the blood flowing more heavily. He couldn’t… why couldn’t he morph back into his wolf? His eyes sought Greyback’s and tried to relate the message. “You spend to much damn time in your wolf form.” He sounded angry but he dropped to his haunches anyway beside Harry and placed a large hand on the black wolf’s forehead. His index finger settled between the eyes.

The touch felt foreign to him. It felt different from all the other caresses he had before. Perhaps it was because his body tingled and slowly transformed back to his human but no, there was something else.

“How?” His tongue felt heavy as he tried to form his question. How did Greyback make him transform?

“Hush.” The tone was not in the least bit comforting.

Through Harry’s drugged mind, he watched Greyback bend down and gather him in his arms. The smaller turned his head slightly and met with dark blood from Greyback’s shoulder wound. All he wanted to do was faint, to black out, but his wolf wouldn’t allow him to be unconscious around someone like Greyback. “Despite our fight, I won’t let you die, pup. I won’t let you leave this pack either.” His tone was possessive and his fingers tightened around Harry’s body.

“Fuck you.” Harry murmured. Greyback didn’t look amused but he didn’t say anything back to the boy. Instead, he started walking back to the village, back to Albus’ body. “I want to be Lone…” His voice was slurred and he didn’t like Greyback’s hands on him.

Greyback’s jaw clenched and his eyes took on a far away look. “No, you don’t want to be a Lone wolf, Harry. It is a far too lonely place for a wolf like you.” Harry mumbled something incoherent but decided to leave it at that. He wouldn’t be able to form any correct sentences.

--FH--

“Harry!” A woman pierced through his pain filled haze. It was then when Harry realized he had been nodding off on the way to the village… in Greyback’s arms for-, “You monster!” Lily screamed, her claws emerging at the sight of her bleeding son.

Harry felt Greyback tense and knew the man wouldn’t stand to be talked in such a way. “Mother…” Harry groaned, blindly reaching out for her. “I’m alright, no one, not even Greyback can hurt me.” At that moment, Greyback jarred Harry slightly- making the smaller moan. “Much.”

“Get away, woman. I’ll be taking care of his wounds.” That was news to Harry. Molly Weasley usually worked on the pack’s wounds. Harry was moved unconsciously closer to Greyback as he stepped in the small shack. The smell of home greeted his smelling senses and he started to relax to some extent.

He was set down on his bed, knowing without opening his eyes that his sheets were instantly stained. Greyback had better pay him back- they were one hundred percent cotton, the only type of sheets his skin could handle… He voiced his comment to the man in a whisper and Greyback actually laughed. “For being a complete dominant, you seem very spoiled.” The man left the room and then returned with some ointment.

Cool liquid stung at his chest and stomach and he screamed, feeling it burn and disinfect the bloody gash. Harry whimpered pathetically and Greyback hushed him yet again. “It will heal by itself shortly.” Through the film in his eyes, he watched as Greyback attended his wounds while the man himself still had blood dripping down his shoulder and side. Well, isn’t he the knight in shining armor?

Only when Greyback moved back and threw away the bloody bandages did Harry allow himself to black out.

--FH--

The smell of sizzling bacon greeted Harry’s nose and brought him awake. His body was slightly sore but he was much more aware of everything around him. Sitting up, he grimaced at the sheets. Despite Greyback thinking it was a joke, Harry was expecting the man to pay him back for them. After all, Molly Weasley has a bed set up specifically for bloody patients.

Prowling out of bed, he stumbled into the bathroom a distance away from the kitchen- but he was positive all the occupants knew he was awake now. He slammed the door behind him and leaned over the porcelain sink and stared at his reflection. His bright green eyes were narrowed in annoyance at the presence he could feel from the kitchen. That man… Harry had actually lost a fight. That hadn’t happened since he was just a pup.

His fingers traced the bite mark on his throat and frowned. The rest of his injuries had closed up already but this just stayed there- glaring back at him in the mirror. Why is that? All the life threatening injuries were healed but this bite was still there- a rather noticeable brand on his skin. “Bloody hell.” The pad of his fingertip rubbed at the pinpricks on his skin to try to get it off, but it only made the bruises around the bite marks stand out more noticeably. It looked like a damned hickey; one that Harry usually gave Cho. But somehow, it was more… pronounced and clear.

He gave a loud growl, knowing full well the rest of the inhabitants could hear.

His outfit still consisted of just his pants; he might as well get a collared shirt.

Harry opened the door and glowered at all of them in the kitchen. “Harry dear, come on over, you need some food.” His mother smiled over at him and then his eyes landed on Greyback’s smirking form, enjoying his ham. Those sharp amber eyes rose to Harry with all the arrogance in the world.

His upper lip curled and then he turned his heel to disappear in his room. He had a few shirts, not many because he liked to stride around in just pants, but his hands curled around a short sleeved white shirt that had a collar on it. Throwing it on he ignored how it clung to his figure and raised the collar to hide the bite mark. His eyes then landed on the leather holsters that held his knives. Of course, he needed them. It looked odd that he had a shirt on and the holsters over it, but he wasn’t going anywhere on Saturday without his knives.

It was hunting day.

Harry smirked as he tucked the last knife into the holster around his calf and strode out the room and into the kitchen. He sucked up his anger and placed a kiss upon his mother’s cheek and took the plate from her in which meat was piled high upon it. “Nice style…” Sirius commented on Harry’s shirt. His greasy fingers reached over and touched the collar, staining the white fabric. Harry growled and slapped his hand away.

“Stop that.” His eyes avoided Greyback from across the table and instead placed a mouth watering piece of ham in his mouth.

“What are you hiding?” Sirius mocked in amusement. “You haven’t worn a shirt for years.” He reached again but this time Harry was quicker and he stabbed the hand with his fork.

“Harry.” Lily astonished as she sat down last at the table next to a silent James and Remus. Harry just smirked predatorily at Sirius who was sucking his bloody hand. He brought up his fork and licked the blood off it, enjoying the iron taste. Most werewolves enjoyed blood- it didn’t matter whose it was. A grown male would lick all the blood off their dying mate if they had the chance. It was irresistible at times, which is why Harry was surprised Greyback hadn’t licked up Harry’s wounds yesterday.

The silence stretched on forever it seemed. Harry wasn’t affected in the least, he was more interested in his plate. “Why don’t you take the Alpha out with you today, Harry?” James started and Harry dropped his fork, knowing his vein was pulsing from his temple in anger.

“I don’t think so.” He said shortly. His father’s statement was wrong on so many levels. One, because he called Greyback ‘Alpha’ and secondly because Harry would never want Greyback with him during his hunting time. That was reserved for just him and his friends. “Cho, Ron, Lavender, and I are going out together- like always.” It wasn’t just about hunting, but about being alone with the girls. His mind was currently focused on the box of condoms in his room.

Sirius chuckled low in his throat, knowing exactly what Harry and Ron did on their ‘hunting’ trips. He shot his godfather a glare but he only laughed harder. “Really?” Greyback spoke up, sending a commanding air as he did so. “Four unmated wolves, two of which are the opposite sex, does this have anything to do with your open box of condoms in your drawer?” Harry’s eyes widened and a dark flush settled near his cheekbones.

“Harry!” Lily screeched, loud. Harry placed his head in his hand and gazed across the table at Greyback beneath his lashes. He met that challenging stare, feeling an odd sensation in his stomach as those amber eyes burned back at him. It was intense and thick. Now Harry understood why Greyback was an Alpha. Harry could never challenge someone in a stare like the older man did.

Harry dropped his eyes first. “Do you understand the consequences of having sex with unmated werewolves, pup?” Greyback spat. Harry glanced back up at the man to watch Greyback lean across the table, placing his nose dangerously close to his own. “It means that if one of your true mates came stumbling across you having sex, it would be in their place to slay the one touching their mate.” Harry looked cross eyed at Greyback’s mouth. The lips were masculine and were settled into a threatening sneer.

“What?” Harry taunted, his green eyes narrowing. “Are you Cho’s true mate? Go ahead then, kill me.”

And then Greyback smiled dangerously. Harry reared back at the frightening smile, showing off those sharp canine teeth. And those eyes… the amber literally burned a predatory glow. But the man remained silent.

Harry looked down at his food, suddenly not hungry in the least. Greyback was causing his emotions to spike. His whole life, Harry never had unsettling emotions, but with this man here- his whole being seemed to be affected. “I raised you better than that.” Lily started, shaking off James’ arm. “How could you treat Cho like some kind of….of…-,”

“Believe me, mother, she was more than willing.” Harry started, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at his actions. Greyback growled in his chest and Harry stiffened. Before they could say anything else, there was a hesitant knock at the door. Harry closed his eyes and sniffed the air, his heart sinking in his gut when he smelt Ron and the two females. Greyback stood up but Harry scrambled up in his own chair.

The larger male never looked at Harry as his hand shot out and slammed him back down on the chair. Harry stayed rooted in his chair as he watched the man walk to the door and open it. Ron Weasley was one of the burliest werewolves in the pack, but compared to Greyback he looked small and weak. His blue eyes were wide as he craned his neck back to look up at Greyback’s form. “Come in.” The man’s voice was quiet as he ushered the trio inside the house.

Harry’s face was hot as he knew exactly what Greyback was about to do. Sirius was laughing still but Harry had no energy to dismiss him. The trio’s eyes went to Harry’s form and they gave a tentative smile. “Harry, I’m glad you came back.” Ron stated. Cho was about to come to him, until Greyback’s large hand landed heavily on her shoulder. She seemed to have trouble at the pressure he was exerting, for she stumbled back, away from Harry. Her body trembled with fear as his sharp canines were directed toward her.

“I expect you stay away from Harry from now on.” The tone of voice Greyback used was completely possessive and it crawled down Harry’s spine, creating goose pimples. Something about what Greyback stated tugged at Harry’s mind, urging him to realize what was happening- but he was more focused on the way Greyback’s large body was between him and Cho. He couldn’t see her expression but he could smell her fear. “All of you,” he started. “Will abstain from intercourse until you are mated, do you understand?”

Harry’s face grew darker as Ron threw him an accused look. “Do you understand?” Greyback asked again, reaching out a hand toward Ron.

“Yes Alpha.” They all cursed. Harry frowned; the whole pack had already accepted Greyback as the Alpha. All of them, besides Harry. His mind was still wrapping around the death of Albus- which was just yesterday. How could he be replaced that easily? “Out.” Greyback motioned toward the door. “Harry and I will be…hunting together today.” Harry’s head shot up and his mouth opened in a silent plead. Greyback probably had no idea how that sounded… but from the sly look he gave Harry, the smaller was proved wrong. His face heated up yet again at the underlying message. ‘Hunting’.

Ron looked confused and his own face flushed at that. Sirius just laughed.

Closing his eyes in exhaustion, they opened as Greyback grabbed him and swung him out of the chair with ease. “Well, come on pup. Our hunting is awaiting us… perfect day for it too.” He purred in Harry’s ear.

Things couldn’t get worse than this.

Oh, how wrong he was.