The Wolf Who Loved Me

Chapter Seven: Home




“Are you alright?” Remus asked softly as he settled Hermione onto the sitting room sofa. She was trembling, clearly shaken by what had transpired with Guilford.

“I don’t understand him,” she said furrowing her brow in confusion. “Why does he dislike you? What does he want with me?”

“His behavior is typical of an alpha wolf, he is next in line to rule the pack and all of the pack members know and respect this, I am an outsider, a gadjo ruv in the pack, it is his instinct to test me, to top me so that I know my place and so that he may protect his status as an alpha,” Remus explained quietly. “He has never liked me or the fact that his father has been so kind to me and I fear there is much of his uncle in him. Paine is a good man, he accepts me into their clan because he feels guilty for what his brother did to me. He wants what is right but he does not want war, Guilford does. “

“What will you do?” She asked.

“For now I will stay here, with you. In the morning I shall return to the Beng Ruv and run with the pack on the full moon,” he touched a small scratch on the side of her neck lightly with his fingertip. “Then I will return to my superiors with the intelligence I uncovered and let them arrest Guilford Greyback.”

“After that?”

“After that I will put in for some time off and you and I will…”he bent his head and kissed the red line marking her skin. “You and I will spend some time together, maybe we will go some place on holiday, just the two of us.”

“Just the two of us?” She stopped shaking and gave him a hesitant smile as if she were afraid to believe him. “As in two people going on holiday or as in going on holiday together?”

Remus smiled and stroked her jaw-line with the backs of his fingers. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted just a little. “From the first moment I tasted your lips I was lost, Hermione, from that moment there was no going back for me, from that moment I knew that I would follow this…you wherever it led.”

“I don’t want you to ever regret it,” she whispered.

“More likely it will be you who suffers regret once people find out,” he smirked.

“Never,” she said vehemently. “Nothing in the world could make me regret loving you.”

“Loving me?” He sighed and swallowed the lump of emotion clogging his throat. “Is that what it is, Hermione? Do you love me?”

“Since the moment I figured out what love was,” she replied. He couldn’t speak, there were no words that could possibly describe what he was feeling. So he did the next best thing, he kissed her, taking her lips with his in a kiss meant to show her how he felt. Her sweetness beckoned and he found himself licking at the interior of her mouth seeking the innocent flavor of the witch who belonged to him. What a strange stroke of fate that she would be so much younger than he. He would be the first to touch her and if he had any say in the matter he would most certainly be the last. She was the other half of him, the part that had been missing for so long.

He pulled back when the kiss began to turn heated, resting his forehead against hers as they struggled for breath. He caressed her cheeks and pecked her lips lightly with his before he scooted back from her and rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish expression on his face. “Sorry ‘bout that…I kiss you and lose my head.”

“Feeling is mutual,” she laughed softly. “I’ll go make us something to eat.” She said, rising from the couch. Remus watched her walk away towards the kitchen, his eyes transfixed on the rounded bottom covered in snug denim. He was going to have her, sooner rather than later. There was no fighting it, his every instinct screamed at him to mate. He had never felt his animal side so strongly with a woman; his wolf recognized something in her that was different from the rest, special.

He had always felt a pull towards her, even when she was young but it had never been sexual. He felt calm when she was near, as though simply being in the same room as her could soothe the beast that lurked inside him. When she matured he began to feel stirrings of attraction here and there but those had been easily ignored and excused as a result of her being the only female he was in contact with most of the time. The erotic dreams he had enjoyed as a wacky trick of his subconscious, it wasn’t as if they meant anything, hell he had once had a dream about Lucius Malfoy when he was younger and he knew without a doubt that he had no desire to shag a man, especially Malfoy.

There were no more excuses to be found. Not after he had tasted her. He could pull up some guilt; self flagellation was somewhat of an art form for Remus. He could feel a degree of discomfort at the inappropriateness of a man his age lusting after such a young witch, one who had been his student, who was like a sister to the boy he had claimed as his own. But it couldn’t overpower what he was feeling for her, the need to make her his. Soon he would give into that need. Soon he would satisfy her, himself and the wolf and make her his.


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“Guilford Greyback, present yourself before your Ataman,” the heavily accented voice of a clan elder said firmly. Guilford clenched his teeth and walked towards the line of elders. The entire clan was gathered to witness hislashav. He entered the circle and knelt before his father, his head low and his neck bared in a show of submission.

Paine stared down at his oldest son, the pain of disappointment and shame weighing heavily in his chest. His son was not a good man and he could find no more excuses for his bad behavior. As Ataman of the Beng Ruv it was up to him to act in the best interest of the clan as a whole, even if it meant acting against his own.

“Guilford, the elders have met this day to discuss you and your actions,” he said, his voice hoarse yet commanding. “You are accused of deliberately altering a curse that injured several and killed four, attempting to challenge a guest of this clan for a woman you had no rights to and deliberately disobeying an order issued by your Ataman. “ Soft murmuring began to move throughout the clan as Paine addressed his son. “What have you to say for yourself?”

Guilford visibly tensed, his hands curling into fists as he lifted his head to face the elders. They were weak, all of them. They still believed that the ministry was going to respond to their “peaceful” demonstrations, that werewolf rights were going to be granted across the negotiation table. They didn’t understand the reality of the modern world. Only strong and forceful action got the attention needed to truly make a change. His uncle had shown him that, Voldemort had shown him that.

“I did what I had to do in order to make the ministry see us, to make them see that we would no longer linger on the edges of society waiting for any scrap of freedom they felt generous enough to cast our direction,” he snarled. “Times have changed, Dat, peaceful protests are easily ignored. It is no longer the “squeaky cog that gets the grease”; it’s the explosion that gets their attention, that makes them see that we are serious. You will never see change unless you go to extremes that force them to act.” He slowly got to his feet and stood with his chest out at his full height. “As for Lupin…he waltzes into this pack as if he belongs, flaunting his little gadje bitch, lying to you all yet you welcome him with open arms. I do not apologize and had he stayed I WOULD have challenged him for the bitch.”

“Remus Lupin is owed a debt of blood by the Greyback Clan for what Fenrir did to him. Whatever his reasons for coming to stay with the clan they were not violent. As for his woman, she belongs to him, touched or untouched it was clear that she is his mate. She is not of this pack, not even lycan, the rules of the pack do not apply to her.” Paine fought the tears stinging the backs of his eyes and took a deep breath. “Guilford Greyback, you have brought prastlo upon this clan, upon your family. Your actions are not those of the Rom, we are a peaceful people, a loving people. You bring lashav to your family with your greed, your hatred and your selfish ways. An Ataman must do what is best for the clan, even if it breaks a father’s heart. You are hereby banished from the Beng Ruv. You are to be considered rogue, ruv without a pack,” he said, all six of the elders reaching up to rend their collar. “Go from this pack, Guilford Greyback, never return.”

The astonished gasp of the clan sounded like a scream as the atamans sentence was handed down. No one could possibly understand how much it hurt to have to punish his son so harshly, but Guilford was out of control and the stench of evil, of darkness clung to him much like it had his brother when he first followed the Dark Lord. But as much as it hurt him, it was for the good of the people, for the good of the clan. Guilford brought evil upon them and that couldn’t be allowed.


Guilford stared at the ruling panel with hatred and disgust in his eyes. “Weak, all of you!” He spat on the ground at his father’s feet. “I don’t want to be a part of this pack of cowards anyhow.” He sneered as he turned on his heel and walked away. He didn’t even flinch when the crowd parted and the others lowered their gaze as he walked by. One day they would regret their decision when a cowering weakling took the seat as Ataman. Then they would wish they had listened to him. And Remus Lupin would wish he had never stepped among the Beng Ruv.



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“More hot chocolate?” Hermione asked, gesturing towards Remus’s empty mug.


“No, thank you,” he said as she took the mug and stood up.


“I think I’m going to go take a shower,” she said softly.


“Alright…good night, then,” he said, looking up at her from the sofa. She bit her lip and then leaned over, kissing his lips lightly.


“I certainly hope so,” she whispered before disappearing through the door and out of sight.


“What is she up to?” Remus asked no one in particular.



(Prastlo and Lashav are words for dishonor, disgrace, shame.)