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Anise was shaking from the cold. The shock of being dragged to this damp wet cave was wearing on her body.
Draco was still unconscious at her feet and she gingerly pushed her toe out to connect with his side. A growl came from deep inside his chest and Draco snapped awake and lashed out at her, snarling.
Anise clamped her hand over his mouth and shivered as his warm breath tickled out into her fingers. Draco ceased movement as his eyes changed to a less feral state. Anise slowly removed her fingers as Draco was looking like he wanted to bite them off. Anise scooted back from Draco and blinked.
“Where are we…?” The tone sounded guttural almost and nothing like the cultured tone Draco usually possessed.
“The cave of Arcadia… I overheard the dark wizard speaking of it.” Anise murmured lowly as she stared back at Draco. “You’re related to Fenrir? He called you his son.”
Draco’s eyes gleamed with dark laughter.
“Only in the sense that I am one of his ‘Cubs’. Werewolves view pack like family. Fenrir is the alpha male and so his cubs are all his sons. He blessed his ‘sons’ with a true life, like giving life. Fenrir does not believe you have a life before and or outside of pack laws.”
Anise shivered again from the cold and Draco grabbed Anise’s hands and rubbed them between his own to create friction and warmth. Anise felt a spark of desire as their hands connected.
Draco groaned. “Can you please try to control yourself? The whole bloody pack will know that you want to mate with me.”
Anise flushed a bright red. “How?” She whispered, snatching her hand back from him.
Draco lowered his head, his hair falling into his silver eyes as he regarded her. “I can smell it on you.”
The husky words created a strange heat between her legs. Anise closed her eyes and tried to think of Trelawney…..Naked.
“Better.” Draco said dryly as he felt her arousal recoil into disgust.
IT was a curse this sense of smell. Everything Anise felt or did was obvious to him. He could feel her as if she was right next to him, on top of him and she was hungry for him. Draco could not imagine what he did to deserve this punishment but he was truly in hell right now.
The enclosed space provided little more then a cacophony of Anise’s scents. Her fear, her lust and her sweat. The fear tasted good in his mouth and he felt disgusted with his feral side for enjoying it. Draco could smell the scent of Fenrir in here and it made his hackles rise to think of Fenrir touching his … Potters kid.
Anise shifted. “How are we going to get out of here?” Anise’s voice sounded reedy and thin.
Draco sniffed suddenly and growled under his breath, his posture moving in front of Anise, covering her from the yellow eyes glowing in the dark across from them.
Anise trembled against Draco’s back.
“Little bit, your not going anywhere. The purrrrfect snack. So sweet and tasty.” Saliva dripped from his large yellow teeth as Fenrir spoke suddenly.
The smell of must and blood became thicker as he moved forward towards Anise.
Draco shifted suddenly, his body crackled as it changed into his wolf form. He pounced on Fenrir, with a yelping bite and his sharp teeth dug into his neck. Knocked back from the attack from Draco, Fenrir growled and clawed at the wolf’s face as it dived in for his jugular again.
Fenrir raised an arm and backhanded the cub and it hit the hard rock on the side of the cave. The wolf howled in pain and yipped as it struggled to get to its feet, shaking off the blow to the head.
Anise scrambled back further against the wall as Draco attacked again but this time Fenrir was ready for him. Fenrir abandoned his wizard form for the black hulking wolf form. The black wolf had rot hanging off its fur and its claws were jutting out, razor sharp as it circled the white artic wolf that snarled back ferociously, facing off with him.
The two wolves leapt and let in the air, teeth, fur flying as they tangled, biting, clawing and scrapping with each other.
Anise put her hands over her eyes, shuddering from fear as they fought. After what seemed like hours, the yelping stopped and she heard one of the wolves padding towards her.
The sound of the slap of liquid rolling off its fur as it limped across the cave floor terrified her but she refused to look up. Anise could smell blood, wet fur and rotting meat as the cold muzzle nudged her hands from her eyes.
Anise screamed suddenly as the wolf rubbed its spiky fur against her bare skinned knees; a rough tongue lapped out and caught the cut painfully licking up the blood and she jerked up and looked into the dark gleaming yellow eyes of Fenrir.
Anise squirmed back from the tongue, her heart in her throat. Fenrir came closer and his muzzle buried between her legs and sniffed her. His tongue lolling in his mouth as he panted. Anise pushed him back repulsed by his action and she jumped up. The wolf jumped and his paws hit her shoulders, knocking her underneath him.
Anise screamed as Fenrir, licked her throat, his gleaming claws digging into the soft flesh beneath her shoulder blades. Fenrir howled in triumph, and his teeth came down to bite on her shoulder.
Anise squeezed her eyes closed as she saw Fenrir move for the killing mark. Suddenly she felt air. Fenrir had fallen off her, Draco in human form was bleeding heavily from his head, his hands covered slickly with blood, as a stub of stalactite jutted through the wolf’s belly, and she could see the sharp end came out the other side.
Draco’s muscles bulged as he leaned down further, throwing his weight into the weapon and Fenrir howled, scratching and clawing at Draco, slashing through his frail human skin easily. Blood splattered into Anise’s eyes as Draco finished him off.
Draco stilled after he was sure that Fenrir was dead. Blood had soaked through his pale hair and he was bit on his shoulder pretty badly. Draco watched as with death, Fenrir turned back into a disgusting specimen of man again. Draco searched the pockets of his robe and pulled out his wand.
Turning around rapidly as he heard other wizards coming down the tunnel that lead to where they were in the cave. Draco looked down where Anise was bleeding on the floor from the gashes in her shoulder blades. Draco picked her up easily and he concentrated using the wand. They Apparated to just outside of Hogwarts grounds.
Draco stumbled slightly as they reformed, it was chaos. The moon was full and tinged red from the smoke of a fire. People were battling wolves on every side. Hex’s were being thrown and sent back and the teachers were winning. Snape and Hermione were in fine form and the Ministry had responded with Aurors that were running about casting.
Draco overwhelmed with weakness and the smell of blood, felt the potion failing him.
The battle with Fenrir had stirred a bloodlust in him and he felt like he was going to frenzy and lose it. Anise moaned in his arms and he curled his fists in a weak rejection of the involuntary change that he was undergoing. Anise needed help and Draco gentled cradled her to the ground, He shakily rose up Fenrir’s wand and pointed it at Anise. Draco felt the last of his humanity and control expel as he cast a healing charm on her wounds. The bleeding stopped suddenly and he felt his control slip away completely. Draco fell to his knees in agony as the forced change happened.
The difference to Draco was in the way the change happened. By choice, the change was quick and mostly painless. When forced, it felt like his spirit was being ripped from the inside, while his beast crawled out of his human cage. It was bloody agony.
Anise stared up as her wounds healed at Draco’s face. His eyes went pure silver with thin slits of black. The pupils enlarged with pain as he contorted, shifting beyond his control. Draco felt the claws break out of his fingers and rip along the skin, water bursting as the fur rippled and he fell to the ground. His voice was guttural and sent a shiver of fear down Anise’s spine as he spoke.
“Run….. Run Anise……. I cant control it..”
The words garbled in guttural grunts and howls but Anise understood and began to run.
Directly into the battle.
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Draco was still unconscious at her feet and she gingerly pushed her toe out to connect with his side. A growl came from deep inside his chest and Draco snapped awake and lashed out at her, snarling.
Anise clamped her hand over his mouth and shivered as his warm breath tickled out into her fingers. Draco ceased movement as his eyes changed to a less feral state. Anise slowly removed her fingers as Draco was looking like he wanted to bite them off. Anise scooted back from Draco and blinked.
“Where are we…?” The tone sounded guttural almost and nothing like the cultured tone Draco usually possessed.
“The cave of Arcadia… I overheard the dark wizard speaking of it.” Anise murmured lowly as she stared back at Draco. “You’re related to Fenrir? He called you his son.”
Draco’s eyes gleamed with dark laughter.
“Only in the sense that I am one of his ‘Cubs’. Werewolves view pack like family. Fenrir is the alpha male and so his cubs are all his sons. He blessed his ‘sons’ with a true life, like giving life. Fenrir does not believe you have a life before and or outside of pack laws.”
Anise shivered again from the cold and Draco grabbed Anise’s hands and rubbed them between his own to create friction and warmth. Anise felt a spark of desire as their hands connected.
Draco groaned. “Can you please try to control yourself? The whole bloody pack will know that you want to mate with me.”
Anise flushed a bright red. “How?” She whispered, snatching her hand back from him.
Draco lowered his head, his hair falling into his silver eyes as he regarded her. “I can smell it on you.”
The husky words created a strange heat between her legs. Anise closed her eyes and tried to think of Trelawney…..Naked.
“Better.” Draco said dryly as he felt her arousal recoil into disgust.
IT was a curse this sense of smell. Everything Anise felt or did was obvious to him. He could feel her as if she was right next to him, on top of him and she was hungry for him. Draco could not imagine what he did to deserve this punishment but he was truly in hell right now.
The enclosed space provided little more then a cacophony of Anise’s scents. Her fear, her lust and her sweat. The fear tasted good in his mouth and he felt disgusted with his feral side for enjoying it. Draco could smell the scent of Fenrir in here and it made his hackles rise to think of Fenrir touching his … Potters kid.
Anise shifted. “How are we going to get out of here?” Anise’s voice sounded reedy and thin.
Draco sniffed suddenly and growled under his breath, his posture moving in front of Anise, covering her from the yellow eyes glowing in the dark across from them.
Anise trembled against Draco’s back.
“Little bit, your not going anywhere. The purrrrfect snack. So sweet and tasty.” Saliva dripped from his large yellow teeth as Fenrir spoke suddenly.
The smell of must and blood became thicker as he moved forward towards Anise.
Draco shifted suddenly, his body crackled as it changed into his wolf form. He pounced on Fenrir, with a yelping bite and his sharp teeth dug into his neck. Knocked back from the attack from Draco, Fenrir growled and clawed at the wolf’s face as it dived in for his jugular again.
Fenrir raised an arm and backhanded the cub and it hit the hard rock on the side of the cave. The wolf howled in pain and yipped as it struggled to get to its feet, shaking off the blow to the head.
Anise scrambled back further against the wall as Draco attacked again but this time Fenrir was ready for him. Fenrir abandoned his wizard form for the black hulking wolf form. The black wolf had rot hanging off its fur and its claws were jutting out, razor sharp as it circled the white artic wolf that snarled back ferociously, facing off with him.
The two wolves leapt and let in the air, teeth, fur flying as they tangled, biting, clawing and scrapping with each other.
Anise put her hands over her eyes, shuddering from fear as they fought. After what seemed like hours, the yelping stopped and she heard one of the wolves padding towards her.
The sound of the slap of liquid rolling off its fur as it limped across the cave floor terrified her but she refused to look up. Anise could smell blood, wet fur and rotting meat as the cold muzzle nudged her hands from her eyes.
Anise screamed suddenly as the wolf rubbed its spiky fur against her bare skinned knees; a rough tongue lapped out and caught the cut painfully licking up the blood and she jerked up and looked into the dark gleaming yellow eyes of Fenrir.
Anise squirmed back from the tongue, her heart in her throat. Fenrir came closer and his muzzle buried between her legs and sniffed her. His tongue lolling in his mouth as he panted. Anise pushed him back repulsed by his action and she jumped up. The wolf jumped and his paws hit her shoulders, knocking her underneath him.
Anise screamed as Fenrir, licked her throat, his gleaming claws digging into the soft flesh beneath her shoulder blades. Fenrir howled in triumph, and his teeth came down to bite on her shoulder.
Anise squeezed her eyes closed as she saw Fenrir move for the killing mark. Suddenly she felt air. Fenrir had fallen off her, Draco in human form was bleeding heavily from his head, his hands covered slickly with blood, as a stub of stalactite jutted through the wolf’s belly, and she could see the sharp end came out the other side.
Draco’s muscles bulged as he leaned down further, throwing his weight into the weapon and Fenrir howled, scratching and clawing at Draco, slashing through his frail human skin easily. Blood splattered into Anise’s eyes as Draco finished him off.
Draco stilled after he was sure that Fenrir was dead. Blood had soaked through his pale hair and he was bit on his shoulder pretty badly. Draco watched as with death, Fenrir turned back into a disgusting specimen of man again. Draco searched the pockets of his robe and pulled out his wand.
Turning around rapidly as he heard other wizards coming down the tunnel that lead to where they were in the cave. Draco looked down where Anise was bleeding on the floor from the gashes in her shoulder blades. Draco picked her up easily and he concentrated using the wand. They Apparated to just outside of Hogwarts grounds.
Draco stumbled slightly as they reformed, it was chaos. The moon was full and tinged red from the smoke of a fire. People were battling wolves on every side. Hex’s were being thrown and sent back and the teachers were winning. Snape and Hermione were in fine form and the Ministry had responded with Aurors that were running about casting.
Draco overwhelmed with weakness and the smell of blood, felt the potion failing him.
The battle with Fenrir had stirred a bloodlust in him and he felt like he was going to frenzy and lose it. Anise moaned in his arms and he curled his fists in a weak rejection of the involuntary change that he was undergoing. Anise needed help and Draco gentled cradled her to the ground, He shakily rose up Fenrir’s wand and pointed it at Anise. Draco felt the last of his humanity and control expel as he cast a healing charm on her wounds. The bleeding stopped suddenly and he felt his control slip away completely. Draco fell to his knees in agony as the forced change happened.
The difference to Draco was in the way the change happened. By choice, the change was quick and mostly painless. When forced, it felt like his spirit was being ripped from the inside, while his beast crawled out of his human cage. It was bloody agony.
Anise stared up as her wounds healed at Draco’s face. His eyes went pure silver with thin slits of black. The pupils enlarged with pain as he contorted, shifting beyond his control. Draco felt the claws break out of his fingers and rip along the skin, water bursting as the fur rippled and he fell to the ground. His voice was guttural and sent a shiver of fear down Anise’s spine as he spoke.
“Run….. Run Anise……. I cant control it..”
The words garbled in guttural grunts and howls but Anise understood and began to run.
Directly into the battle.
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