Broken Moon

A/N: This story will probably be short... around five or six chapters, maybe less. And it will have more sexual scenes than my other fic, hopefully.

Chapter One

“He’s coming back.” Harry clutched the doorframe as his sensitive ears picked up the conversation coming from across the house. He shouldn’t be listening, just as his parents instructed him, but the curiosity inside him was burning irresistibly. Remus was becoming frantic, which is why Harry had to be kicked far away from the conversation. It wasn’t odd that Remus was here, considering, he and his mate, Sirius, lived with them in this tiny shack.

“Are you positive?” Lily asked, probably trying to lay a hand on his arm to soothe him. But footsteps paced back and forth in front of the fire. “Albus-,”

“Is ill.” Sirius interrupted Lily. “Our Alpha is on death’s bed, he isn’t thinking clearly. Of course he is going to panic and make stupid decisions such as contacting Fenrir Greyback.” The room was silent and Harry’s frown deepened. Fenrir Greyback as the next Alpha? Harry seethed. He was supposed to be the next Alpha. Between Ron and him, they were the best candidates for the position. Albus, their Alpha, had even put this false hope in Harry… and now, now a Lone Wolf was coming and claiming Harry’s title.

Of course Fenrir Greyback wasn’t unheard of in Albus’ pack. The man had rumors surrounding him like a second skin. They say he’s the cruelest werewolf in history, but all Harry knew as a fact was that the Lone Wolf sired Remus Lupin and James Potter… among others. The man took off just after Harry was born, claiming he couldn’t stand being a submissive under Albus. So, he started out on his own, probably going back to Europe to start his own pack.

Albus’ pack occupied a small clearing. The families all occupied small, wooden, cabins in close proximity to each other. Thick and long distanced woods and forests surrounded them in every direction. Life was simple and exciting; hunting, full moons, and fighting. The latter is what Harry preferred. He was a damned good fighter and he knew it.

Albus himself was a well respected Alpha. He may have lost most of his fighting stamina, but he was still wise and danced smartly. They all used to live in Europe before, but humans started to get noisy thus Albus came up with the idea to move to a secluded forest in Canada. No human was around for days…

“I don’t think the rest of the pack will mind having Fenrir as an Alpha.” James spoke up and Harry growled low in his throat. He stood up from his crouched position and sprinted to the only room in the house beside the kitchen in which more than two people could fit.

“I think I would mind.” Harry seethed, watching as the adults all turned to look at him guiltily. His father stood up and they met eye to eye. Harry was rather proud of his height; he was just as tall as his father- whom was considered to be one of the tallest in the pack. Although he may not be considered burly, he was lithe and fast.

“I know how much you and Ronald wanted to be the next Alpha, Harry. But you are much too young-,” Harry shook his head heatedly.

“No. I am eighteen, father. You know I’m one of the best damn hunters in our pack… and Fenrir is getting close to his decline, how old is he? Eighty? What would be the point of having him as our Alpha when we’ll replace him shortly?” He looked around for help, but his family just remained silent. “Remus?” Harry asked, hoping his ‘uncle’ would speak up.

Remus hated what Fenrir did to him when he was younger… having split him up with his human family and placing him under Albus’ care. But then why did Remus just look somberly at Harry? Did they think he wouldn’t be a good Alpha?

Harry sniffed, instantly becoming hurt. His own family didn’t think he could handle the position. “I see.” He murmured and turned his back to them. “I’m going out running.”

“Harry, please-,” Lily started, but James placed his hand on her small shoulder. Bloody mates. There was no such thing in Harry’s world, even if Sirius and Remus were mates and so were his parents. There would never be someone like that for him.

The night air stung at Harry’s senses as he opened the screen door and climbed down the rickety steps. He felt so alone sometimes. He especially felt alone when he was in his human form. He loved being in his wolf form, it comforted him and embraced the true him.

Harry jumped off the last step and landed on four paws as he came back down.

A wolf with thick, silky, black fur sprinted away from the small village of wooden cabins.

Inside the cabin, four adult werewolves looked at each other knowingly. “If Sirius didn’t open his big mouth-,” Lily started but was cut off by Remus.

“This is no one’s fault. We all despise Fenrir, but we need to control our mouths around Harry.”

“A little too late for that. Ever since Harry was a small pup we’ve been talking shit about Greyback. We didn’t know if Fenrir would be coming back for Harry to claim him… the man seemed awfully repulsed at having him as a mate.” James sneered as he spoke of his son having a mate such as Greyback. “If Greyback found out we’ve been tarnishing his name around his mate…” James trailed off, frowning.

“You don’t think he would take Harry away from us? Do you?” Lily asked fretfully, twisting her long fingers anxiously. “Harry loves the pack…” Tears welled up in her eyes. James immediately wrapped secure arms around her smaller form.

Sirius and Remus clasped hands and watched the couple. “Albus told Greyback that he couldn’t take Harry away… and in return Fenrir could become Alpha.” Sirius paused and snorted. “Greyback can’t handle being an Alpha, he’s too cruel.”

Silence made its way through the cabin. Every occupant drowning in what Sirius just announced. Greyback was cruel. So how would he treat Harry?

--FH--

A loud rattling at the shack’s door sounded throughout the tiny home. James threw on a pair of pants and hurried toward the front. Just as the knock was about to continue on another round, James threw open the door, being on guard at whatever was on the other side. He didn’t expect Albus to be standing on the step. And he especially didn’t expect to see a taller form behind their Alpha… James hadn’t seen Greyback in ages; he had forgotten how large the man was.

“James.” Albus greeted tiredly, his blue eyes weary. His short, white, hair was almost as messy as Harry’s was.

“Alpha.” James inclined his head respectfully and opened the door wider for the two werewolves to enter. His hazel eyes remained on the floor as Fenrir Greyback passed, just in practice. “Sire.” He muttered toward the silver haired wolf.

Greyback didn’t say anything in return.

Lily showed up in the room, bringing her robe closer to her body when she witnessed who it was. James sent her a warning glare, commanding her to be silent. “Sorry for coming so late, James. But Fenrir seemed a little anxious in getting here.” A low growl from Greyback made James look toward the man and he studied him beneath his lashes. He looked older than James remembered him. Small scars danced across his skin and a rustic goatee was forming on the man’s face. His hair was down to his shoulders in a wavy curtain of silver. Of course, as far back as James could remember, Fenrir Greyback always had silver hair, it wasn’t from old age.

Albus was the tallest in the pack, but with Fenrir standing next to the Alpha, it looked as if Albus was a head shorter. And those muscles…

“It’s not a problem, Alpha.” Lily answered for James. Her voice was hesitant though, and James didn’t blame her. Harry had been gone for a few days now.

“Where is he?” Fenrir spoke up at last, his sharp, commanding, voice sent chills and submission to go through the room. James was positive that Remus and Sirius were in their room, and was probably going to stay in that room until absolutely necessary. James looked over at Lily who had gone pale. He was sure his own face was pale. Was their son really meant to be with this… monster?

Albus chuckled softly, placing a hand on Fenrir’s arm. “Out of the whole pack, Harry is the one who is in his wolf form the most.” Fenrir didn’t think it amusing. “Which is amusing…“ Albus started, “Because you used to be the same way when you were his age.”

“He shouldn’t be out this late.” His eyes went to James’.

Lily raised her chin and James growled low in his throat at her. But it didn’t faze her in the least. “Harry is more than capable to take care of himself. He’s been doing it since he was a cub. It seems he’s more dominant than you would’ve liked him to be.” James sighed, his anger becoming more of weariness. Lily was supposed to be the submissive out of the two of them, but it appeared she wasn’t. While James had wanted to raise Harry as a submissive, Lily had her own way and raised him to be a hardass dominant… something James didn’t want considering who his mate was. If Harry were a submissive, mating with Fenrir Greyback wouldn’t be such a humiliation as it will be.

“Is that so?” Fenrir whispered huskily. “Than this will be much more pleasurable than I would’ve thought.”

Albus started coughing, his frail body shaking with effort. James crossed the room to try to comfort his Alpha, but Albus waved him away gently. “Just a little tickle…” Albus chuckled and Fenrir sneered. “Alas, it will probably take a little more effort for Harry to settle down around you, Fenrir. After all, he was in position for the next Alpha.” Fenrir looked down his nose at Albus.

“There are plenty of things I will change in this pack… the pup’s position is one of them.” The way he said it, made it sound as if he were planning to send each member of the pack to boot camp.

Albus smiled. “I’m sure you will do wonders to the pack, Fenrir.” He looked back over at Lily. “My dear, if it is no problem, Mr. Greyback needs a place to stay. There are no other families with a vacant room.”

Lily blinked. “But Albus, there are no empty-,” She trailed off, her face becoming even paler. “No, Harry is not ready to mate yet.” There was only one room in the small cabin in which wasn’t being occupied by two people. And that was Harry’s room.

Fenrir stared at her. “Trust me when I tell you this once. Harry is my mate, I will do what I want with him and you’ll do good to stay out of my way.” The man’s yellow eyes stared Lily down until she turned her head into James’ shoulder in submission. Fenrir shrugged off Albus’ calming hand. “You have been very lenient with your pack, Albus. You let them speak out when it is not welcomed.”

Albus patted Fenrir’s broad arm again and chuckled. “Be that as it may, you should rest. You have been traveling far too long to be healthy.” The Alpha started moving toward the door and looked back at Lily and James, who in return looked down at their feet. “Thank you for allowing Mr. Greyback a room here. I hope Harry will be home shortly…” He trailed off quietly and went out the door muttering to himself.

Silence was thick through the room and Fenrir raised his head to sniff the air. “He hasn’t been here in days.” The voice held a warning tone to it. “I’ll give him until tomorrow night, if he isn’t back by then I will personally drag his arse back here.” His eyes swiveled onto their silent forms. “I bid you a good night.” With a wary look toward Remus’ and Sirius’ closed door, he prowled across the house toward Harry’s absent room as if he belonged there.

Lily and James grasped hands and stood in the living room for the rest of the night.

--FH--

His eyes took everything in as he closed the door behind him. It smelt strongly of his pup and scratches claimed the wood walls and wooden bed frame. It was a pure werewolf room… mostly bare with wooden furniture. Considering the fact the whole pack lived hours from the closest town with stores, it made sense it wasn’t packed with human products. But Harry had quite a few modern gadgets for the average Were.

A stereo was hooked up with multiple of CDs scattered over the floor. Books spilled off his small bookshelf and Fenrir made his way over to it, studying the titles. Most the books were suspense from the looks of it. He bent down to pick up a book that was under a stack of others. An eyebrow rose at the cover. On it was a bulky man with long blowing blonde hair; in his large arms was a busty woman half his size. She wore barley nothing to cover her erected nipples. Fenrir smirked as he opened it to where a piece of paper was stuck in the spine.

His warm cavern engulfed her perk nipple as his other hand squeezed her large breast. A throaty moan came from her plump lips as her fingernails gently scratched slowly down his naked back. Their legs intertwined together in the silk sheets, the smell of pure ecstasy filled the thick air.

Her moan sharpened into a gasp as she felt his hard penis push against her inner thigh. He was much too big for her-,

Fenrir gave a short laugh as he put the book back underneath the pile. It would be good leverage for later. Why was his pup reading such trash? If he really wanted to experience a cock stretching, he should get on his hands and knees and allow Fenrir to have his way with him. Alas, there would be no silk sheets, instead there will be the soft ground covered in mud or grass. And there wouldn’t be any gentle sucking… but blood and biting.

He stood back up and looked at the lava lamp with a grimace. Lovely taste pup…

His eyes caught the dresser full of pictures. Curiosity bit at him. The last time he had laid eyes on his mate was when the boy was no bigger than his forearm with a dusting of black hair. And those damn green eyes…

He grabbed a wooden frame and studied it; nothing but a young Harry holding up a slain fox with his toothless smile. He put the frame back and studied the other pictures. The strong feeling of possessiveness swept through him when he studied the young friends scattered across the dresser. His eyes landed on a snapshot with an Asian wrapping her arms around a shirtless Harry. He wasn’t smiling, in fact, most the pictures where Harry was older the pup wasn’t smiling.

An older he did get. Fenrir ran his eyes appreciatively down the body of his mate. Handsome thing, pretty really.

His fingers reached out and stroked down the boy’s cheek. Oh so soon…

Abandoning the pictures, he opened the top drawer and found where the pup kept his junk. Nonetheless, someone’s junk was always so fun to look through. Almost immediately he pulled out a pack of condoms. An open pack. Fenrir growled and threw the box underneath the bed. Harry Potter would not need condoms any longer, no. If he ever stuck his cock somewhere, it would be Fenrir’s mouth and no condom was necessary for that event.

Breathing heavier, his eyes rose to the girl in the picture. He vowed he would marry her off to the cruelest dominant he could find. Ah, but that was him. Perhaps he could just kill her and make matters easier.

Fenrir slammed the door to the dresser and brushed his body against most the things in the pup’s room, successfully entwining his smell with his mates.

--FH--

The taste of the plump rabbit was still lodged in between his teeth.

Harry bent his muzzle down and lapped at the water which was flowing so clearly across rocks and down the stream. He had been away from the pack for a few days now. When he was in wolf form, he tended on forgetting the days and hours in which had past. But even now, he knew clearly that he was long overdue his return. Regretfully.

His ears twitched as he heard something move in the trees. Raising his head, he crouched low to the ground, ready for an attack. But when a brilliant red wolf with white feet came striding through the clearing, Harry relaxed his pose. It was Ron, one of the bulkiest werewolves in the pack. He sat on his haunches and morphed across the small river bend. Like all male werewolves in the pack, each of them wore tight jeans or leather pants. Behind the naked back, a long knife, or a short sword was strapped. The straps itself wrapped across the chest.

Harry had the same weapon as Ron did… and the rest of the pack. But he also had a knife holster next to his calf muscle and another one in the waist of his pants. “Come on mate, you need to come back. You’re parents need you home.” Harry snorted, his nostrils flaring. His large paws clenched inward and outward in order to calm himself down. His parents didn’t want him Alpha; they didn’t need him at home. Fenrir Fucking Greyback could become their new son.

His bones cracking, Harry morphed and his biceps clenched as he balanced himself on his hands and knees. “Haven’t you heard, Ron?” The red head remained emotionless. “Fenrir Greyback is coming back and claiming the title as Alpha.”

“I’ve already heard, Harry.” His mouth grimaced and his blue eyes looked across at Harry. “He’s already here. He’s staying in your shack.”

Harry moved to crouch down, his hand clenching in anger. Without a second thought, he morphed back into his wolf and ran through the thick forest. How dare him. That bloody bastard should go wank himself. Or perhaps, Harry could challenge him with the position of Alpha. No matter…

Ron was following behind him, hoping to stop him if he tried anything stupid. But as Harry crept up to the small village of their pack, he stopped by the brush. The sight before him wasn’t meant to be. But it was. There was a bonfire going on and most the pack was surrounding it, their faces crest fallen. Helplessly he watched as Sirius Black carried the limp figure of their Alpha. Within seconds, Harry morphed human and ran full speed ahead when he figured out what they were doing.

“No!” He cried pathetically. The pack all turned toward him as he ran blindly toward the body. “Albus… no.” Tears stung at his eyes as he watched Sirius pause uncertainly and then he tossed Albus’ corpse into the fire. Harry’s heart contracted when he watched his Alpha, his grandfather, his mentor, catch fire. For years Harry had always looked up at the man for guidance and Albus never disappointed. Never.

Harry ran toward the roaring fire, ready to launch himself in the flames to extract the body. Albus couldn’t be dead. He was immortal in Harry’s eyes.

Strong arms locked themselves around his naked torso and pulled him away from the flames. “He’s dead Harry.” James whispered in his ear. Harry struggled in his father’s arms and eventually overpowered him. With a punch to his face, Harry backed away from his fallen father.

“Harry.” Lily astonished.

Harry turned to her, his eyes glowing amber. “I hate this bloody pack.” His pain of loosing his mentor caused the anger to wash through him easily, controlling his words. “I’m leaving. I’m becoming a Lone Wolf.”

Cho Chang stepped forward and reached out a hand toward him. “Please Harry; you don’t know what you’re talking about. We are all suffering-,” Harry turned his back on her and tore out of the clearing and back into the forest.

Ron didn’t stop him as he passed by.

The smell of burning flesh filled the night and Albus’ ashes danced toward the moon.