Broken Moon

A/n: Sorry for the wait- but like I said earlier- this will be short and I won’t update it much…

This chapter was… very fast. But again, this is a short story. As much as I’d love Fenrir and Harry to dance around each other- that is not their characters in this story. They are both dominant and they are both mates.

Thanks for the reviews.

Chapter Three

“Hunting,” Greyback scoffed and pushed again at Harry’s back, urging him forward.

Harry repressed a sigh as the pack looked out their small shacks at them with curiosity and awe. Awe, simply because two men fighting for the position of Alpha was a rather spectacle sight. Of course, considering his friends’ expressions back at the house, Harry gathered that Greyback was already named Alpha. “Too bad,” Harry murmured softly.

“What did you say, pup?”

Harry turned, successfully breaking their contact, and stepped closer to the burly man. It was hard to believe someone was taller than him. “Listen to me once, Greyback, I do not consider you my Alpha- so stop forcing your orders on me. Next time you order me around, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.” He watched as the man’s amber eyes seemed to glow in amusement. He didn’t like that one bit. “And no, I am not going to go hunting with you.”

Turning back with a huff, Harry strolled on toward the forest. He ignored his curious pack and placed another knife in its sheath, which was strapped onto his calf. “If I remember correctly, I was the one who dominated over you completely last night. If you need a reminder, look at those marks you are so cutely covering up.”

Harry flushed, trying to control his temper until he got in the cover of the woods. “Why are they staying on my skin?” Everything healed on werewolves- everything.

“Because I wanted to mark you, pup.”

Entering the woods, Harry whirled on his heels and slammed his palms against Greyback’s broad chest. “Will you stop calling me, pup? I am almost as large as you and ready to be Alpha. You will do well if you start calling me Master- it will be easier to slip into once I become head of this pack.” He was satisfied when Greyback stumbled, but it turned into displeasure as the man regained his balance and grabbed his wrists, bringing Harry down to the ground with a clean slam.

He took a deep breath, not enjoying the wind knocked out of him or Greyback smirking above him. “I enjoy playing with you, love. And I take pleasure in seeing my mark on you.” With that, Greyback stepped over Harry’s fallen form and deeper into the woods.

Harry scrambled up and growled. “You think you’re so arrogant…” He whispered it but he knew Greyback could hear him anyway.

“I’ve seen the pack’s food source; the game is almost gone. We need to go hunting and gather more.” Harry sniffed at the man’s detection.

“Do you think I don’t know that? The food around here is getting limited. The humans from the outside are killing off the deer and moose.” And it was true; the animals the pack ate were becoming scarce. Albus had been worried about that before his death. It all had to do with the humans, those disgusting… creatures.

“We need to relocate then. Farther up north.” Greyback looked sideways at Harry. “Don’t you agree?”

Harry gave Greyback a sly glare. “Are you really asking for my opinion, or are you demanding my agreement?” He brushed aside a branch and gracefully stepped over a broken trunk. The woods were gorgeous this time of day. The sun was slowly rising, setting morning dew sparkling. “Because if you want my opinion, I would say the humans are already extended far north. Woods are scarce, even in Canada. I think we should relocate somewhere down south.”

Greyback settled himself on a boulder covered in moss and raised an eyebrow up at Harry. It was an odd position for an Alpha, willingly sitting before a lower member of the pack. Even if Harry hated the man, he still felt awkward stepping on someone’s position. “Down south? Care to expand on that stupid proposal?”

Seething, Harry crouched on his haunches, in a lower position than Greyback. He looked upward directly into the man’s eyes- challenging him. “South America.”

Greyback’s amused face slowly turned pensive. “There are many packs in South America,” he shifted and brought his body reclining more on the rock.

“Yes, but there are many fruits and exotic plants to indulge in. Not only that, but there are many unique and overpopulated animals. We would have plenty of food and enough shelter with the thick rainforests.” Harry’s fingers dug into the deep soil and clenched them, loving the feel. He heard South America’s soil was even moister. He leaned closer toward Greyback, almost touching noses. “I know it will be difficult trying to transport everyone to another country, but it can be done. Many of our woman are expecting soon- extending our pack, it will be better if we move shortly in which we don’t have to worry about moving newborn werewolves.”

Surprisingly, Greyback dropped his stare- but to Harry’s lips. The younger stiffened in confusion and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “There are many members of the pack who don’t know much about human characteristics. How are we to fly with humans and control ourselves?” Greyback asked in a whisper, his eyes focusing intentionally on Harry’s mouth.

Harry refused to back away; instead, he kept his gaze on Greyback’s eyes. “The adults and I know a lot about humans. We can teach the pack the ways. As for control, the Alpha needs to watch over them.”

“A hard job for one Alpha.” Greyback paused, his eyes crawling back on Harry’s green stare. “Unless I have a beta who can watch the pack alongside me.”

Harry stood up, hissing. “I will not settle to be second. I am either Alpha or nothing.” Turning toward the heart of the woods, a hand grabbed his shoulder. He didn’t turn his head, but he did stiffen when he felt another hand encircle his neck.

“Perhaps the pack could handle two Alphas then?” Warm breath hit his ear and a rough finger slipped past Harry’s collar and started to caress the bite marks on his neck.

“That’s only reserved for mates,” Harry resisted the urge to expose his whole neck for Greyback.

Greyback’s large body melded itself behind Harry and two strong legs went on either side of Harry’s hips, successfully trapping the smaller one. “And perhaps, I’m trying to tell you something, Harry.” Harry whimpered as a warm mouth traced his jugular. His thoughts were hazy… Fenrir was… “I want to mate with you. I’ve known you were my other half as soon as you were born. I couldn’t control myself around you, especially when you were just a defenseless cub. So I left for England, lived as a Lone wolf. Those eighteen years were hell for me.”

Waking up from his dream, Harry realized what Greyback was telling him. “I’m your mate?” He didn’t need an answer from Greyback and the man didn’t give him one. Instead, the man gently lapped at the bite marks on his neck. Hands tightened themselves around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer to the broad chest behind him. It was odd, being this aroused by another man. Harry had done things with Cho, and quite frankly, he had never had fantasies of older men. But now…

Harry pulled away, hating the feeling of loneliness that overcame him. It shouldn’t be like this; not Greyback- not his competitor.

His mother always told him fascinating stories of true mates; the pleasures they inflict with each other, the bond they form, the love- Harry thought it was all made up. Even as he watched his parents’ bond grow stronger each day and then Sirius and Remus’… it seemed unreal that he was actually presented with the same path.

“Harry,” Greyback murmured following him at his heels. “You and I will mate.” Goose bumps crawled down Harry’s shoulders at the possessive tone. “It you’d like, the first time can be gentle.” There was thick amusement in his voice and Harry paused in his walk, turning to look at Greyback’s smirk. “Just like those romance novels you have hidden in your room. Silk sheets, gentle lovemaking….”

Harry felt his face and ears grow hot with embarrassment. “Those are my mother’s books, not mine.”

Greyback’s smirk turned predatory. He started to saunter toward Harry, his eyes alight. “Oh my, puppy.” Harry flushed harder at his tone, hating how submissive Greyback was making him feel. “You seem to be getting defensive. Maybe you indulge in the books to get ideas for your bitch.” He was talking about Cho and Harry didn’t mind he called her a bitch. Cho was just that, someone to fuck when he was in heat.

“I’m not a good author,” Greyback continued to come closer to a still stand Harry. “But I can tell you my ideas for what I have in store for you. Perhaps you’ll learn from my account?”

“I don’t need to hear anything out of you, thank you.” He wanted to start walking away again, but amber eyes held him in his place.

“We don’t need sheets; in fact, we don’t even need a bed.” Fenrir started. “This ground will do nicely, preferably after a rainstorm so the soil is muddy and moist. We’ll foreplay of course, but not the foreplay you’re thinking of. We can have a battle, blood and teeth- fighting for dominance. Of course, whoever wins the battle gets to top.” Fenrir waved a dismissal hand, his eyes still intent as he gazed at Harry. “I will win of course, and I will take such enjoyment in fucking you.

“Once we turn human, your body will be covered in sweat, blood, and dirt. You’ll be on your hands and knees as I drive into you. Those pretty lips of yours will be open in gasps and moans, moaning my name. And those green eyes… such pretty eyes. They will be crying in pain and pleasure. Of course, I want to see you as you come, so I’ll turn you around and finish thrusting into you face to face so you can see who is causing you those erotic emotions.”

Harry could picture this quite well and knew the man wasn’t bluffing. Deep down, he knew if he ever allowed Fenrir to have his way with him, their sex would be rough and dominating. Something that Harry had no qualms about. Cho had always requested Harry be gentle. Two Alphas going at it would be completely different.

“There will be gentle times of course; when I will enjoy slowly causing you pleasure. But then, there will be times we fuck in our wolf forms.That will be erotic, don’t you agree?” Fenrir stopped directly in front of him and laid a hand on his cheek, it felt like a hot brand. “I also look forward to having my way with you on your bed. It would be wonderful to have your parents hear your cries…”

“And of course,” Harry interrupted, stepping closer to Fenrir. “There will be times that I am driving into you.” He knew what he was about to do would drive Fenrir even more, but he couldn’t resist, his wolf couldn’t resist.

Putting a hand to Fenrir’s neck, he forced the Alpha’s face down and latched lips onto the other man’s. He gave Fenrir no mercy as he bit down hard on the bottom lip. Blood dripped in Harry’s mouth and he eagerly sucked it. It tasted heavenly. His free hand traced the hard lines of Fenrir’s chest, loving the feel of another hard body against his. Their wolves were seemingly purring at the contact. The angry fighting they had down last night would be repeated again and again just out of fun, but their wolves would love this sort of pleasure much more than fighting.

Fenrir snarled, his teeth nipping Harry’s own mouth and sharp hands grabbed his narrow waist and slammed him against a tree. The rough movement caused Harry’s teeth to loose Fenrir’s lip and his head to slam painfully back. He didn’t waste time to cry about it, not when if felt exhilarating and pleasurable. This was… wonderful.

The silver haired man ripped Harry’s shirt off, throwing the damned article of clothing away. With the smaller chest heaving, Fenrir smirked and dipped his head down again toward Harry’s neck. The Alpha’s hips were grinding into Harry’s narrow ones, creating a wonderful sensation. While Fenrir was nipping at the vulnerable skin, his large hands slithered down Harry’s legs and pulled them up; making sure the smaller man had his legs securely wrapped around Fenrir’s waist.

Harry made a loud moan and rubbed himself like a bitch in heat against the larger body. Fenrir had found the marks he placed on Harry and seemed to pause over them. The man’s bloody lip stained Harry’s tan neck in crimson kisses, but Fenrir abandoned the butterfly touches and went straight for the dominant role again. His canines slid into Harry’s neck, causing Harry to cry out again.

The Alpha sucked roughly at the wound, drinking as much blood as he could get. His saliva was warm against the cool morning air and the noises the man was making sounded animalistic. Harry was sure he didn’t sound any better.

“Harry!?” Slowly, Harry opened his eyes to see most the pack entering the area in which Fenrir had pinned him up against a tree. They had probably been alerted by the sounds the two were making.

Fenrir growled low in his throat and turned to look at the pack. Harry winced at the sight of the man’s face. His chin was dripping blood, probably a mix between both of theirs. That probably didn’t look too well to the pack…

Sirius started laughing while the others stared in horror. His parents were in the front of the crowd along with Ron and Cho. They were looking at him in barely hidden revulsion and confusion. Lily though, was gazing at Harry as if she had never seen him before. That angered him more than made him feel guilty. His mother was the one that always taught him that mates were most important.

Fenrir slowly let Harry down, but remained standing in front of him. “Is there something the matter?” The Alpha’s voice whispered threateningly.

The pack members blinked and some shuffled off without looking at the Alpha in the eye. Others though, weren’t so quick to leave. “What are you doing to Harry?” Cho was mortified as she watched a trail of blood crawl down Harry’s neck and down his naked chest.

“Are you questioning me?” Fenrir shot back, eyes narrowing at Cho.

The black haired bitch shook her head heatedly and hurriedly placed her head down in a slight bow. “No, Alpha.” Ron started to slowly back away, placing a hand on Cho’s shoulder to guide her with him.

“There will be a gathering later today, after my mate and I hunt- we will be discussing a change in location.” Harry shifted as whispers spread through the pack. And not about the change in location either, about Fenrir’s confession of them being mates. Before Harry had a chance to open his mouth to put out his own input, Fenrir grabbed his shoulder and pushed him deeper into the woods. “Lets get this over with, and then we will have time to ourselves.”

Harry was painfully aware of the bleeding claim on his neck and wondered what it would be like to be completely claimed by Fenrir.

--FH--

Fenrir was becoming rather tired. He had spent most the day gathering large bucks and other game, not only had he been hunting the whole day, but his mate and he had gone their separate ways in order to catch more for the pack. Harry had been correct in assuming the humans were hunting the animals. For as long as he had been out, he had only caught three large bucks.

He had just dragged his last game in his own pile near the pack’s clearing, his eyes lingering on Harry’s own pile. It held four large beasts. He couldn’t help a smirk settle across his lips at that. Harry was a great hunter, just not dominant enough to override Fenrir.

The pup seemed to be in competition on who could catch the most food, Fenrir wondered what the boy’s face would be like if he realized Fenrir had lost. No doubt the beauty would swell with arrogance.

Just as his body shuddered and turned human, he heard commotion out near the pack’s dwelling. Fenrir sighed as he dropped the bloody animal and sauntered into the clearing, whipping his blood stained hands on his pants. The sight before him caused his wolf to come rising to the surface.

Humans were flooding into the clearing, rifles in hand and ready to be used. Some of the pack was in their wolf forms, snarling at the hunters; while the human pack members huddled close together- mostly the woman and children. “Is there a problem?” Fenrir came closer to the group of four hunters and revisited the urge to smirk. They were easily outnumbered to Fenrir and his pack.

The bigger man of the four hunters looked up at Fenrir, his knuckles turning white on his rifle. Stopping only a few feet away, just enough of an arm distance, Fenrir cocked his head slightly. The wolves around him turned silent and hunched in submission. Good. The better they reacted toward their Alpha, the easier this would be.

The other three hunters behind their ‘leader’ were looking around the clearing in disbelief. “Is this your… village?” Fenrir knew they would have to relocate soon. It was impossible for humans to try to understand why they lived together in the middle of the deep woods and in such historic conditions furthermore.

“Yes,” Fenrir responded calmly, studying the four hunters. The largest and oldest man stood in the front, talking with Fenrir. Two other dark haired men stood at his shoulder while the smaller one stayed in the back, his finger dead locked on the trigger- watching the wolves around him in fear. In a way, these humans were a pack of their own; their minds just didn’t form the concept the way werewolves did. “Is there a reason you entered?”

He hated humans; they were too arrogant for their own good.

The human alpha looked around at the small shacks and the large fire pit in the middle of the houses. “We were hunting over the weekend and stumbled here. You see, there have been numerous accounts of wolves attacking our livestock back on the farm. Our neighbors have stated the same thing.” He gave a sneer toward a wolf who had sat on its haunches to the side. From the looks of its red fur, Fenrir gathered it was that bastard Weasley- Harry's friend.

“Ah,” Fenrir nodded. “Pesky creatures, wolves. But I can assure you, none of my wolves have entered past these woods. You do not have to worry about them.” His eyes flickered over to the smallest hunter who seemed gun friendly.

One of the beta humans shifted. “And how can you be sure of that? You can’t control wild creatures- no matter what your living conditions are.” The man looked around again with a sneer on his face at seeing the shacks, that only made Fenrir growl lightly.

“Actually, I can control my wolves. They respond to me.” He motioned toward the sitting wolves, their eyes locked on the hunters. “They haven’t attacked yet, have they?”

“Holy shit!” The smallest human cried as his eyes locked over Fenrir’s shoulder. The human alpha paled also and aimed his gun around Fenrir. The wolves at his feet perked their ears and wagged their tail. Without looking behind him, Fenrir knew exactly what the problem was. Harry.

He turned his stare over his shoulder and watched as the black wolf slowly emerged from the shadows, his green eyes glowing. Harry wasn’t the largest wolf, but he was gorgeous and breathtaking. The boy’s coat was pitch black and full in length and heaviness. It was a type of coat that wasn’t coarse, but glossy.

Harry strolled warily forward, his position calm, but ready to attack. His bushy tail was in the dominant position, causing Fenrir to smirk. His mate was perfect.

Turning back, he snarled and forced the human alpha’s gun upward, “That is the Alpha’s mate, if you want to leave alive, I would suggest not pointing or firing your gun at him.” The older man blinked up at Fenrir in bemusement.

“Where is the Alpha? How are you controlling these wild creatures? Why are you living in the middle of the woods with a group of people that are barely dressed for the weather?” The questions tired him even more; Fenrir sighed and let the gun go. Harry had reached them finally and started to slowly circle the group of human hunters, putting his beautiful body between them and the pack. Green eyes never left the humans and his left hackle was raised, showing off his blood stained canine.

Fenrir didn’t think he had ever seen such an arousing sight before. “We are nomads.” He said it as if the human were stupid.

“Have you ever heard of nomads in Canada, Earl?” The beta human asked the human alpha in amusement. “I have never. What the hell are you doing in our woods?” Harry growled, sending the hunters to point their guns at the circling wolf.

Fenrir seethed. “Do. Not.” He growled, hating the guns. It took all his self-control to keep from tearing them to shreds. No one should ever threaten his mate. “If you do not lower your weapons, perhaps I will allow my wolves to attack.” As soon as he said this, the wolves behind Harry started to rise, snarling again.

One of the wolves most likely lost control and snipped at the smaller human’s clothing, for the hunter gave a startled cry and fired his gun. It didn’t hit any wolf, for that, Fenrir was thankful- but it did set off a chain reaction. The wolves pounced and Fenrir didn’t feel the need to order them to stop. He watched as one of his wolves brought down the smaller human and tore at the man’s arm. Blood sprayed from the wound and screams pierced the clearing.

The other three hunters took action and started to aim at the charging wolves. Pity they couldn’t see behind them as wolves attacked their back.

Watching another human go down, Fenrir smirked. They threatened Harry, the Alpha’s mate- and the pack’s favorite; no doubt their protectiveness drove them to kill. His eyes followed Harry, watching as the black wolf slowly paced the scene, watching to see if any of the pack members were in danger. The pup was a true Alpha, a leader; Fenrir would have no misgivings of sharing his Alpha title with his mate.

He shouldn’t have had his guard down.

That would be his worst mistake.

With late awareness, he heard the gun fire- the last human alive- and watched as the black wolf came charging in front of him, taking a bullet. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Fenrir was the one who would step in front of Harry, not vice versa.

He tried to force his rising hysterics as he dropped down in front of the still Harry. The boy’s body flickered human and then back wolf. The pool of blood around his mate was sickening in Fenrir’s eyes. It was too much. “Harry,” someone cried… someone… but it was his voice that he heard whimpering out.

Reaching out, Fenrir gently rolled the wolf over, flinching when Harry’s body turned human again. The gunshot wound was to the head. Fenrir hissed between clenched teeth, ignoring the screaming the humans were producing. Harry was completely still, his striking green eyes shut. His fingers were on the boy’s bare skin but he recoiled when Harry’s body turned back wolf again. “Stand back, stand back!”

Fenrir stayed stubbornly beside Harry. He reached out and gathered the limp wolf in his arms and held him close, inhaling the scent of his mate. Distinctively, he could hear the slow heartbeat. He was such a fool, a bloody idiot. He didn’t know whether he was calling Harry an idiot for stepping in front of the bullet meant for him, or if he was calling himself a fool- for not being aware.

“My Alpha, please, you must move aside.” It was a red haired woman who convinced him to set the now human Harry down on the ground. He watched as her fingers gently pushed aside the sweaty bangs. “His body is trying to reject the bullet and try to heal itself, the wolf and human are trying to determine which form is the best for healing.” Her voice was firm and Fenrir wondered how she could be possibly calm.

She started to squeal out orders, and the orders were followed. Clean water, clean bedding, her medical kit… clean knife and scissors. The pack was standing around, their faces ashen. But Fenrir wasn’t paying attention.

His focus was entirely on Harry.

--FH--

“You should be in bed, Harry.” Lily cried out, watching as her son entered the kitchens.

Fenrir stood up from his spot and surveyed his mate’s form. The boy was pale, his regular tan gone. But his green eyes were shining as they watched his mother scold him. “I couldn’t keep away for long, especially when you keep making my favorite.” Fenrir glanced over at the stove where sizzling pork met his eyes. He blinked. He hadn’t really paid attention to food these past couple of days. Not when his mate was on death’s bed.

He watched with surreal eyes as Harry slowly made his way to the table and sat down. Molly Weasley, the woman who had treated Harry, had informed them that he might acquire brain damage from the gunshot wound. Nothing seemed out of place.

Lily pursed her lips, about to scold some more, but she just seemed happy Harry was alive. “Where are father and the others?” Fenrir finally got what he wished for, as green eyes settled on his form in the corner. Harry gave a small smile at him and held out a hand for Fenrir to take.

The Alpha strolled over and gently cradled his larger hand around Harry’s smaller one. His chest contracted as he felt his mate’s warm skin, alive skin. Fenrir smiled back at Harry and brought the hand up to his lips. Placing a kiss over the knuckles, he then nuzzled the boy’s wrist. “You are one foolish pup. How could you even think of allowing harm onto yourself?”

“Fenrir,” Fenrir frowned, his eyebrows scrunching up as he heard his name being called. Only, Harry’s lips weren’t moving. They were settled into a smile still- but now it was a sad smile. Fenrir squeezed Harry’s hand and he turned to look at Lily, the only other person in the room. “Fenrir,” She was watching the two of them with pensive eyes.

She hadn’t called him either.

---

“Fenrir,” Jerking, Fenrir opened his eyes, blinking.

It was a dream… odd. It felt so real. His eyes turned toward the source calling his name and spotted Black shaking his shoulder. The man’s hair was wild and his eyes were wide. Removing his hand, Black backed off slightly. “Sorry, I have been calling you for awhile now. It’s time.” Fenrir nodded and stood up. His head was heavy as he followed Black out the Potter’s home and into the night air.

“Where are we going?” He asked Black.

The man looked at him knowingly and gave him a sad smile. “To say our goodbyes.” Fenrir growled slightly, confused. However, he stopped in his tracks as he saw the pack gathered around a large area. Their faces were fallen and sorrow filled. Already, Fenrir could feel his breathing become ragged as he slowly approached the heat of the pack.

His eyes widened when he saw what lay before him.

Harry was arranged upon a wooden table, just as Albus had been earlier that week. The boy’s left arm was across his chest in the traditional Alpha burial. His knifes were lain across the table, a symbol of his hunting skills. A band of white cloth wrapped itself around Harry’s head. A stain of crimson was the only indication of Harry’s wound that had been inflicted earlier.

Fenrir felt his breathing stop and his head shake in disagreement with the situation. “Alpha, you can do the honors. After all, he was your mate.” Tearing his gaze away from his mate’s white, still, form, he saw Black holding up a torch of fire. The man’s dark gaze was full of moisture. Looking beyond Black, Fenrir witnessed Lily Potter sobbing into James’ chest.

“No,” Fenrir whispered, his nose flaring. “No,” All around him, pack members stared at him as he broke down. How could they stand there and watch as his mate laid there- dead?

"No!" He turned to look at Harry again, making his way closer to the still body. This couldn't be real, how could it be real? He had waited eighteen years to have his mate. He had suffered for eighteen years.

His hands reached his mate's face and he realized the skin was freezing to his touch. "No..."

--FH--

“No.” Fenrir gasped awake, his fingers curling into sterile sheets.

It was a nightmare. Nothing but a nightmare. His eyes looked up at Harry’s sleeping form. The boy was unconscious, gauze wrapped around his head. Molly Weasley had placed him in bed after treating him and Fenrir had fallen asleep at his mate's bedside.

The Alpha started to tremble as he remembered the nightmare. Was this just another? Would he wake up and find Harry dead?

Sitting up, he lowered his face in the crook of Harry’s neck and inhaled shakily.

Tears stained the boy’s skin and Fenrir allowed his sobs to break through his stone barrier.