Broken Moon

A/n: This is the last chapter. I have had many suggestions about making a sequel… but that probably won't happen as of anytime soon.

I also had someone say this story went far too fast. Yes, I agree, it did. But I did tell you all it would be a short story. This small piece was mostly about Fenrir and Harry finding each other- and relocating their pack because of the danger of humans finding them and the low number of animals to hunt and eat.

What I got out of this: I got to write Harry as an Alpha, something I wanted to do for awhile. I hope you all enjoyed it… I liked writing it. But it is time to say goodbye.

---Chapter Five---

Time seemed to drag on forever.

Fenrir paced.

Half the pack around him was growing agitated and the pups started to make far too much noise for his liking. Looking over at the small children, his amber eyes narrowed angrily. Knowing Harry, his mate probably sent most the cubs with Fenrir as revenge. The boy knew he hated children. Harry was just grumpy over the fact Fenrir got to mount him again last night. His mate was still recovering from his head wound and Fenrir didn’t feel the need to injure Harry any more by allowing foreplay for dominance.

“Alpha?”Something touched his thigh and he glared down at the little boy around five. The thing’s eyes were blinking stupidly up at him.

“What is it?” he hissed, enjoying the wince.

The small cub sniffed and looked over where his parent’s were watching warily. “When is Alpha Harry coming? And the others?”

Resisting the urge to toss the small object away, Fenrir took a deep breath and muttered. “He will be coming shortly. Go back and play.” The thing ran off allowing Fenrir to breath. He hated kids. His eyes looked around the clearing. Hours ago, they had landed here in South America, but the private jet could only hold half the pack. Harry had opted to split up so each flight would have an Alpha on board.

The environment was thick and heavy, but it felt wonderful. The air was clean and exotic- something Fenrir would enjoy smelling on Harry.

His mate had told Fenrir to go first. That way, the silver haired Alpha could scout out a decent area to claim their territory. After Harry landed, his mate would sniff his trail and they would meet soon after. It had been hours… and Fenrir already had a large clearing in the heart of the Amazon. He could smell other packs near by- but near by were kilometers away…acres. He even had time to claim his territory with urine and scratch marks.

And Harry still wasn’t here.

Fenrir huffed and looked over toward the curious and frightened pack members. “You might as well gather fruit near by for the others when they return. Pick some for yourself as well.” He waved a calm hand, narrowing his eyes. “And if you dare to disappear from my sight, I will punish you.”

His eyes looked upward where the sun was slowly saying its last goodbyes. From his potion, he couldn’t see the sky with all the trees blocking his view, but he could see how the leaves were gold with sun or dark with the night.

“Where are you, my little Alpha?” Fenrir murmured softly, crouching down low- sniffing for predators and enemies.

--FH--

It had been a whole day now. It was night again and Harry still hadn’t come.

The pack was ill; missing their friendly Alpha and other pack members. Fenrir didn’t blame them; he was becoming uneasy without his mate’s presence. Earlier he distracted himself with hunting and easily stocking up on fresh game. It had been far too easy- the beasts and animals were plentiful and not far from their dwelling. The fresh fruit dripped juice and tasted remarkable on his tongue. He had guiltily thrown it away- being reminded that Harry hadn’t eaten or shared the fruit with him.

He would have loved to leave their dwelling to search for Harry, but he couldn’t leave the half of the pack behind. As much as he thought they would be fine back in Canada by themselves- here, in the Amazon, there were dangerous creatures they weren’t used to yet. The thick shrubs and small trees next to larger trees were easy hiding coverage for enemies. The pack wasn’t used to having predators watch them.

Already, he had killed a poisonous serpent. They weren’t hard to kill, but they did strike fast if you weren’t paying attention.

“Alpha…” Sirius Black started, morphing out of his wolf form and sitting on his arse before Fenrir’s standing form. “They should have been here by now.”

Rage ran through Fenrir. “Do you think I don’t know that, idiot?” His eyes looked above Black’s head to see Lupin hunched submissively at his tone. As a matter of fact, the whole pack was burying their muzzles in their front paws. The pups were hiding behind their mother’s…

Perhaps he didn’t realize how much Harry’s absence was affecting him.

“I will give it another day.” Fenrir started calmer. Black didn’t flinch when he snapped, and that made Fenrir wonder if he should name him Beta. The man was clearly fit for Alpha, but he didn’t have to commanding and dominating power that Harry and he had for Alpha. Nor did he seem to share Harry’s trait of protecting the pack like it was his own life. Fenrir didn’t even share that trait with Harry. “And if they haven’t come, I will go out looking for them. I will leave you here to protect, Black.”

He watched as the man’s eyes lightened at the honor.

Black didn’t get very far in his celebration, for a form came leaping in their dwelling. Fenrir crouched defensively and was about to morph until he recognized the form that came flying through the air. It was a ginger wolf with white legs. It appeared to be the bitch Weasley, but he could be wrong. She was gasping in her wolf form and crumbled to the forest ground in defeat. Fenrir hurried over to her, pushing aside a wolf that got in his way.

As his knees hit the ground, four other ginger wolves came jumping into their dwelling with five others behind them. The whole Weasley clan were safely together as the other half Fenrir took with all hurried over and kneeled by Fenrir’s side. “What’s wrong with her?” The youngest bitch asked, her eyes frightened.

Fenrir’s fingers found a bloody gash on her side. It didn’t look life threatening, but it probably stung as she ran. “Nothing but a small wound, I’m guessing you know how to clean this?” The small Weasley nodded and hurried off over toward the small stream nearby.

“What happened?” Fenrir demanded over toward the panting werewolves who had just leaped into the dwelling. “And where are Harry and the others?”

The largest red wolf morphed. It was a boy around Harry’s age- the one that went ‘hunting’ with his mate. The boy was breathing heavy, his face coated with moisture. “We were ambushed…” he started, panting. “Yesterday as Harry followed your trail. We kept distracting Harry with stalling to taste some of the fruit… he didn’t hear them coming. There were others… werewolves…” The boy took a deep breath, his face crimson.

“Continue,” Fenrir moved aside from the young girl cleaning her mother’s wound. He settled his gaze on the younger man.

“They had a large number, larger than ours. Harry didn’t attack, only defensive… I think he didn’t want to put harm to the younger ones in a battle. They took us to their clearing and forced us to sit ‘nicely’ while some guarded us. They never fed us and urinated all over us- humiliated us. They seemed to enjoy Harry a lot-,”

Fenrir growled, his hackles rising. “Harry stood in front of us the whole time- protecting us from the brute of all of it. He came up with a plan to attack the guards while a selected few of us ran away. He got all the pups out while he fought off the guards.”

Fenrir stood up, looking in the distance of the forest. “I trust you will lead me?” The boy nodded and Fenrir turned to look at the rest of the pack. “I want all of you to stay here, Black-,”

“Protect them with my life- got it.” Black spoke out of turn and his cheeks turned crimson. “My Alpha.” He bowed his head in respect.

With one last stern glare toward Black, Fenrir leaped and morphed in midair. His heavy paws hit the ground as he ran with the ginger wolf by his side. He needed to get back his pack, but the top thing on his mind was getting Harry out of there. Hadn’t they thought they could move here and not be bothered? It appeared not to be true. The neighboring werewolves would be a problem it seemed.

They had seniority over the land. Fenrir hoped to negotiate first and if they didn’t agree, he would attack.

The ginger wolf halted near a large shrub and motioned his muzzle forward. Fenrir prowled dangerously closer and gazed in the small clearing. It appeared to be a makeshift pen with half his pack inside. They were hunched down, ears down and tail to the floor. Larger, foreign, wolves were prowling around the pen, snipping at a tail here and there. Looking among the pack, he couldn’t see his mate anywhere.

Only when a fire caught his gaze did he see Harry. The pup was tied down brutally. His body was forced to stand as ropes coiled around his ankles and muzzle. Some more of the foreign pack were sitting around the fire, roasting a piece of meat. They tore at the steaming food with enlarged fangs. “Want some puppy?” they mocked, waving a stick of meat toward Harry’s nose.

Harry, for his part, looked bored as his green eyes glared levelly at them. Even from here, Fenrir could see the pup’s fur wet and the smell of claim reached his nose.

Growling, Fenrir morphed into a human and stepped in the clearing. He ignored his pack’s perked up form and wagging tails. His eyes were on the man who seemed to hold the situation in his palm. It was the Alpha. He was nude, save for torn pants that had more holes than fabric. Thick black hair covered his head and fell down his nape of his neck. The Alpha looked up and Fenrir was met with teal eyes.

“Ah, the Alpha.” The man murmured, looking at Fenrir and then Harry. “The pup told me a tale about you and others- I just had to see for myself that you were real.” The Alpha stood up, placing a hand on Harry’s head. The black wolf growled low in his throat. “The name is Tom Riddle.”

Fenrir stopped next to Harry, bumping off the man’s grasp and settling his own hand on his mate. “Pleasure, I’m sure you know my name. We have-,”

“It’s quite fascinating that you have two Alphas. Forgive me, Fenrir, but you don’t seem to be a man who would share your power.” Riddle smoothly interrupted Fenrir and the latter narrowed his eyes.

“He’s my mate and quite capable of leading his pack. Trust me when I say I don’t share with others other than my mate.” He glared pointedly at the man. The smell of urine on Harry had come from Riddle. And only Riddle.

“He’s a very beautiful wolf,” Riddle whispered, leaning closer in toward Fenrir. “I haven’t seen another black wolf beside myself. I was quite disappointed when I smelt your claim on him.”

Fenrir bared his teeth, watching from the corner of his eye as Riddle’s pack tensed and hunched defensively. “Which is why you took it upon yourself to claim him? Not a very smart move, especially when you knew he was mated to an Alpha male.”

Riddle laughed and backed away, his eyes lingering on Harry. “No matter, we have accepted the fact we will be having neighbors. Stay out of our territory and we will grace you with the same courtesy.” He crouched down, taking out his knife to cut at the binds around Harry. “And I’ll be seeing you both soon, I hope.” He butted noses with Harry and the pup hissed. Riddle tisked as he cut the last rope and Harry reared away, turning human immediately.

Fenrir wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him close against his broad chest. Riddle was watching them in interest as Harry nuzzled Fenrir’s neck. “Let’s go,” Fenrir led Harry away, toward the pack locked in the pen. The guards opened the door on Riddle’s command and the pack all rushed toward their two Alphas with tongues flying and saliva dripping. Fenrir watched as Harry smiled tiredly and allowed his pack to crowd around him.

“Come now, my little Alpha-,” Fenrir grabbed hold of Harry and pushed him toward the deep forest.

He was the last one to leave the clearing. His eyes turned over toward Riddle, seeing the teal gaze so heatedly on Harry’s back. Riddle turned his attention on Fenrir when he noticed the man not moving. “Stay away from my mate. That is the only warning I am going to give you.”

Riddle just smirked, his fang catching his bottom lip.

--FH--

Harry shivered in repulsion as he finally left Riddle’s clearing. His mind was remembering the events the past day.

As soon as Riddle had laid eyes on him, Harry had seen those pupils dilate in interest and obsession. When they were brought to Riddle’s camp, the Alpha had ordered everyone away from Harry. No touching, no biting, no staring. Instead, they focused on Harry’s pack instead.

After Harry had turned human and tried to explain why they were there, he had to endure with questions the man asked. And they were personal questions as well as acceptable ones. The man wanted to know if he had parents, how old he was, his status in the pack, all about his mate, his past… eventually Harry had growled and turned wolf. That action angered Riddle. The man had then pissed on him and touched him inappropriately while Harry had been bound.

When Harry did get a chance to roam free of his bounds, he had helped some of his pack escape. Riddle hadn’t been angry, only amused. Especially when Harry gave one of his men a nasty wound to their arm. But after that, Harry had been tied tightly and claimed once again. Some of the urine had gotten in his face and he couldn’t do anything about it as his head was firmly locked.

It was an unsettling experience, especially when someone could be so obsessive.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist and cradled him. “Don’t scare me like that again.” Fenrir murmured in his ear. Harry knew it was hell for his mate to smell another man on him. And Harry knew exactly what was coming… another claiming.

Harry was led toward their dwelling Fenrir had picked out. His eyes watched Ron leading the rest of the pack. “I shouldn’t have been so unaware. I was stupid to allow the pack to dawdle behind me…” He paused when he felt Fenrir’s sucking on his neck. “I’ve missed you so much…” It had been two days, but Harry had missed his mate. Terribly.

“I’ve missed you.” The lips started to go lower, and Harry sucked in a breath, aroused.

“Let’s just get the pack settled…” Harry started huskily. “And then we can enjoy our success.”

Fenrir chuckled, pulling away from Harry. He kept an arm around his waist though, a simple reminder of who Harry belonged to. “Then so be it.”

Harry showed his teeth. “And Iwill be topping this time.”

Amber eyes brightened. “Then so be it.” He repeated.

Harry laughed, watching as Fenrir grew aroused. “I’m guessing you learned your lesson?” Harry asked. Seeing Fenrir’s raised eyebrow, he continued. “About topping me all the time- I will stick you with the pup’s everyday if you deem it necessary to mount me every time we mate.” Fenrir made a face, sneering. “Don’t even start, Fenrir…”

His mate sobered, and his eyes looked sideways to Harry. “You are ok?” His finger’s brushed away a damp lock. “He didn’t try anything-,”

“Only claiming.” Harry interrupted, merging closer to Fenrir. “He seemed obsessed, but he did nothing more after I told him I was mated to you.” Pausing, Harry rubbed his chin on Fenrir’s chest hair. “I know we’ll have to deal with him in the future.”

“And with you, we can withstand anything.” Fenrir interlocked their fingers together as they entered the dwelling. Harry thought the action was sweet and went along with it. Their new home looked beautiful. There were thick vegetations with flowers of every color blooming; a clear stream of water danced over smooth rocks, and rich soil was ground up.

“It’s beautiful…” Harry smiled up at Fenrir, becoming all gooey. “You did a wonderful job, my Alpha.” Reaching up, Harry kissed the man’s jaw.

Fenrir gazed down at Harry with a smile in his eyes. “I suppose we should talk with the pack… and then you and I…”

Harry rolled his eyes as they came to a stop in front of the pack. Their family all crouched or sat down before their two Alphas. It comforted Harry knowing that all his pack members were safe and was starting a new life. “I hope you all like where you’re sitting,” Harry started slowly, gazing at each one of them. “Because this will be your new home.” He was happy to see men and woman nodding happily. “Regrettably, there is one downfall. The events from earlier has warned us to our neighbors. They will not be kind or generous. There is a boundary you will all be able to smell- stay away from it.”

Fenrir leaned forward, challenging their glances. “Stay away. Harry and I will not be venturing in their dwelling to save your arse. You are by yourself if you trespass on their boundary. Is this clear?” Nods in agreement came.

Harry sighed softly, looking over toward Fenrir and the pile of game. “Now that we have everyone together again, you are welcome to gather branches and leaves to make a small fort. Keep in mind staying close to one another is the key. We will not be living in the luxurious houses we did back in Canada. By coming here, we will be growing closer together… sleeping in a heap like pups do may be the only option we have.” It may have been odd to sleep together- but for werewolves- it was ideal and a comfort.

“There is plenty of food. Eat up and rejoin.” He made a rising motion with his hands, watching as his pack merged together and chattered among each other. He caught his parent’s eyes and his father winked at him while his mother gave him a warm smile.

They liked it here. The whole pack liked it here- that was all Harry could ask for. “And now... I think its time for us to rejoin…” Fenrir murmured.

Harry hummed. “In a moment, I want to try some of this fruit everyone was talking about.” Fenrir tugged at his arm and brought him over to a plant in which held a yellow fruit.

“This is a banana, if you don’t come and rejoin with me- I’ll shove it up your arse.” Fenrir growled tossing the banana out of Harry’s reach. Harry laughed, his lips twitching.

“Fenrir, that isn’t a damn banana.”

“Does it really matter what kind of fruit goes up your tight arse?”

“I would say it matters.” Green dueled amber and Harry sighed. “Alright then, let’s go.”

Fenrir looked smug as he prowled deeper into the forest, a heavy shield to the rest of the pack but close enough to hear if something were to happen to the pack. Harry was amused as Fenrir ripped off his pants and stood before Harry completely naked. His arousal was painfully obvious. Harry clenched his teeth together and let out a low hiss in approval. “Fight for dominance?” Fenrir growled, morphing into his wolf.

Harry hurriedly ripped of his own pants and morphed easily.

The two Alphas met in mid-air, snarling playfully. Harry had waited for a long time to fight Fenrir once more. He had pent up energy and he would use it to his strength.

With a quick underbelly nip, Harry sliced his fangs across Fenrir’s stomach. The man howled and locked his jaws around the black ear beneath him. Harry winced as the teeth pierced his skin, but his arched upwards, bumping Fenrir and successfully breaking the connection. With a happy howl, Harry took off after Fenrir- enjoying the crimson liquid dripping from the silver wolf’s belly. Pulling his ears back, Harry leaped and tackled Fenrir- both of them landing in the small stream of water.

Fenrir gave a huff, and rammed his skull against Harry’s. The black wolf blinked dazedly and was forced on the sharp rocks of the stream. Fenrir bent down, ready to latch his teeth around Harry’s neck, but the smaller Alpha lifted his hind legs and pushed at Fenrir. The man went flying, hitting the side of the bank rather harshly. Harry got up, his fur dripping with fresh water, and he slowly prowled closer to Fenrir’s limp form.

His muzzle touched Fenrir’s stomach.

Unfortunately, the man was only playing, and he attacked Harry’s muzzle with his claws. He took a thick piece of skin out and Harry whimpered. His eyes looked up toward a hesitating Fenrir. The man could have easily pinned him and gotten at his neck. Harry smirked and drove forward, knocking Fenrir back and landing on top the silver wolf. His teeth surrounded both sides of Fenrir’s vulnerable neck-

He had won.

Fenrir’s amber eyes looked amused.

Harry pulled back, turning human. “Turn human,” Harry ordered huskily. The man never hesitated and his thick body drove Harry into action. His fingers clutched in the silver waves and pulled at them. “Turn around.” Fenrir couldn’t help a silly smile cross his lips as he turned around on his belly. Harry saw the man’s thick arousal and was surprised to find it already fully stiff. The man was actually enjoying being the submissive.

Harry let the hair go and ran his hands up and down Fenrir’s back, lingering on the smooth arse cheeks. “You are a virgin,” Harry leaned forward and whispered in Fenrir’s ears. “I want to hear you scream.”

Fenrir brushed noses with Harry and snipped at him. “Hurry your arse up, pup- or I will demand a rematch.” His voice was commanding but Harry could hear the underlying hint of urgency.

Harry dropped two fingers in Fenrir’s hole, enjoying as the man stiffened and sagged in pleasure. His attention was brought toward Fenrir’s hips as the man rubbed himself on the ground. “Eager?” Harry murmured, taking out his fingers and straddling Fenrir’s arse. “Well, if you want to hurry- I think I prepared you well enough.” He guided his enlarged cock to Fenrir’s entrance, loving how his Alpha made a gasping noise, and drove in.

Fenrir threw his head back and cried out. Harry’s eyes dropped in pleasure at the sensation of his cock being surrounded by a tight, warm, cavern. His hands reached out and buried themselves in Fenrir’s hair, causing the man to keep his head tilted backward. Harry leaned forward so his torso was lying on Fenrir’s muscular back. His face buried in Fenrir’s crook of neck while his hips started to thrust in and out.

“Harry…” Fenrir whispered; his jaw clenching. Harry started licking the vulnerable neck in which held his bite marks.

His toes were anchored on either side of Fenrir’s hips, allowing him to thrust faster and deeper. Finger’s tightening in Fenrir’s hair, Harry panted as he rode his mate’s arse. He was going to come already- it was all so fast…

“Fenrir,” Harry groaned out just as Fenrir wheezed. From his angle he could see the man’s eyes dilate with pleasure and desire. Seeing Fenrir in such a state sent him over the edge. Canine’s came out and he sunk his fangs in Fenrir’s shoulder. His hips pushed forward once more and he released with a cry. His seed leaked inside of Fenrir, the warmth overwhelming.

He barely had time to empty his seed when Fenrir flipped around and pinned him to the ground. Eyebrows frowning, at the position- Harry understood a moment later. He watched as Fenrir’s swollen cock started rubbing on his chest. With a shudder, Fenrir came- white seed and fluid covering Harry. As the release died down to a few droplets, Fenrir moved the tip of his cock to trace Harry’s jaw- leaving a white trail in its path.

From his position, Fenrir’s balls dangled in his face and the smell of male release was strong. It would be a perfect position for head- but Harry was exhausted. His tongue came out to lick Fenrir’s head clean but ventured back in his mouth after. “You smell deliciously like me now…” Fenrir grinned, dropping rather heavily on top of Harry. The latter enjoyed the weight and the stickiness between them.

“How did you like being dominated?” Harry murmured tiredly, burying his face in Fenrir’s shoulder.

“Awkward, but very arousing.”

“I think we should try that position again- to get you used to it.”

Fenrir started to lick at Harry’s bloody face, the wounds already closing from their battle. “You wish, my little Alpha.”

Harry tipped back his head, his hair spilling in the stream below him. “It won’t matter; I will win the next battle anyway.”

“Next time, I will ram you in your wolf form.”

“Now it’s your time to wish- Fenrir.”

Fenrir laughed and pressed his lips to Harry in a gentle but loving kiss.

--FH--

Harry sat on a tree branch, looking down at his pack.

It had been a few weeks since they moved. And just the sight of all of them- warmed Harry up with the fact Fenrir and he had made the right decision. No on in the pack made huts, instead, they slept together in a heap at night. It was precious to see… almost like his own family. They did make a rather large fire pit with heavy stones around the ring and wet leaves surrounding the outside- to prevent any spreading. Their butchering table was made out of a thick and large rock. It spread out like a table- ridges- but nonetheless effective.

Water was conveniently close and there was enough food to go around. More than enough, really.

The pack was learning defensive and offensive moves from Sirius and Ron. It was going rather well and the pack listened respectfully. From his potion, he watched as Ron corrected a younger male’s stance.

There had been no threats once so ever from Riddle or his pack. But Harry knew they were going to be an issue sooner or later. Speaking of issues…

Snakes had been a concern at first, but over time, they seemed to stay away from the werewolves. And then there were other panthers and beasts in the forest that were hard to take down. Harry smirked, looking up dreamily. Fenrir and he had made it a past time by hunting panthers. They were the only two in the pack that had the gonads to go after the wild cat. And they were bloody good at it too. Panther meat wasn’t all that great- but it was acceptable.

His eyes looked back down to see his mother being stroked by his father. He remembered her face just that morning.

“Harry,” Lily pulled back Harry’s arm before he could ‘disappear’ with Fenrir. “I have something to talk to you about.”

Harry looked sideways at an impatient Fenrir. “Of course, mother. What is it?” His eyes looked over her shoulder toward his father. The man had a wicked smirk on his face.

Her green eyes watered and brightened. “I’m pregnant.”

He was happy for her and James. Fenrir wasn’t very thrilled- but then again, he was going to be a brother-in-law.

Speaking of which… his vivid green eyes watched as his mate pushed aside a pup and sneered at the young boy with repulsion. Fenrir was absolutely terrible with children, it was bloody amusing. The man thought they were disgusting species. Inside, Harry was glad Fenrir had gone away after Harry was born. It would be odd if the man had stayed while Harry grew up… “Lovely…” Fenrir’s hands grew claws and he slammed them into the trunk. “Come down from there.”

“I’m eating a banana.” Harry shot back, grinning.

Fenrir was silent for a moment, his eyes bright as he looked up to Harry. “If you come down, I can show you a very unique kind of banana.”

“I’m sure you can,” Harry said dryly, rolling his eyes upwards. Fenrir was probably horny and angry that they hadn’t ‘rejoined’ for a whole week now. It had been busy with settling the pack and defending against the panther. “But it surely doesn’t taste as good.”

“It melts in your mouth…” Fenrir started to climb up the tree, a predatory gleam to his eyes. “Oh, please, my little Alpha… why don’t you try it?”

Harry tipped back his head and laughed as he grasped Fenrir’s larger hand and squeezed.

For the first time in his life, he was truly happy.