Chapter 11

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3 hours before Abelforth visited Remus

"*Cough, Cough*

"and don't forget about Remus's gift dear. Make sure you give him something extra special. This might be his last birthday with us, and I want to make him happy." A figure of a woman wheezed out as she buried herself deeper into the covers. Her face was delicate and fragile. So fragile that a next cough might just shatter them into pieces.

"Yes dear, I know. I've your hot chocolate delivered, along with the cake, and I have his gift wrapped up and ready right here." Abelforth smiled and showed her the thermos he had in hand. "Now, will you promise me to get yourself some rest before you visit him?" he ran a finger don his wife face lovingly. Adele smiled weakly and nodded. "I will, give my love to him Abe."

Abelforth smiled and said his goodbyes to his wife and began making his way out the door. This is his family; sickly wife and a dying son. Yet he wouldn't trade them for the world. He might be one of the most hated man in the ministry, but he took comfort in the fact that he could always come back to a loving wife and an adoring son.

Always.

Right?

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks feeling an odd shiver running down his spine. Halfway between his house and the apparition point Abelforth stood like a statue. remembering about the papers that he left in his study he quickly rushed back into his house, cursing under his breath.

Creeping quietly up the stairs, as to not wake his resting wife, Abelforth managed to retrieve his papers without any trouble. However when he walked past his room, the temperature seemed to dropped in such an alarming speed that it stopped him in his track. His spine shivers, not because of the temperature, but out of fear. Something is inside his house something foreign. Something evil.

Against his better judgment he slowly turned the handle of the door, with his trembling hand holding his wand at ready. He prayed silently that his wife is not there.

What he saw astonish him.

Chairs, tables, bed, carpet, every item seemed to lost it's weight. They floated as if gravity had left them, as if the natural laws die away in that room. In he center of all of those peculiarity, his wife body hanged from his neck, whom which a hand of an enormous shadow clenched at it tightly.

The head (of what seemed to be the head) bend down from it's height, ripping out an opening with a mouthful of sharp glinting canines. After a hoarse sigh, it began to talk.

"My son..."

His wife whimpered "Yes, your son my Lord. I have tried all that I ca-"

"Hush. You have been an adequate vessel Marie."

"Yes my Lord, I live to please you. But Remus is going to die Lord," his wife chocked back a sob "My baby is going to die."

"His life or death is none of your concern" he cuts off coldly. "before he was your baby, he was my seed. I will decide his fate."

"Y-yes. I.." Marie shuts her adoring eyes painfully, squeezing tears out of her cloudy eyes.

The shadow cocked his head to the side and release Marie's long white neck. "Do not despair my good and faithful servant. My boy will grow to be a man. I will see to that."

Marie sighed and whine in relief. "Thank you my Lord, thank you!"

"Now come. Let me have a taste of your flesh."

When he saw the debauchery that unfold before him, Abelforth charged in. A flash of blinding green light shoots out from his wand. When everything was over, all the furniture dropped back to the ground, and the eerie air dissipates. He looked around in rage, but the only shadow that he saw was his towering silhouette over his wife cold dead body.

When Abelforth shoved his dying son onto the ground, the killing cure right on the tip of his tongue, his eyes, cold and dead. And yet for some unknown reason he just can't end it. He wanted to erase the evidence of his wife's fornication so badly, and this child is the very thing that reminded him that his wife loved another man. Or thing.

He remembered the times that he spent with his son. The long hours queuing outside of a muggle toy store to secretly replace his worn out toy dog. The times that he spent crying himself to sleep from the fear of losing his one and only pride and joy. The times when he visited his son after a late shift just to watch him sleep with machines beeping in the background, those memories are irreplaceable. The fact that Remus is his son might be a lie, but the paternal compassion that he felt for his son is real. He loved him and hate him at the same time. But to know that the wonderful boy he loved so much came from a monster makes him want to squeeze the life out of him.

But this hate that he is felling is urging him on. No, not hate. Justice. Yes, Justice. A reason to rid away the world of one more useless monster. One less magical creature for society means one less problem for him. His son isn't human. He is nothing more than a product of his wife's unfaithfulness with a unknown abhorrent... thing. Yes, yes... what he do, no, what he will do is ought to be justified. He is doing his duty as the public servant, riding the world of the things that's more powerful than he is.

Fueled by a renewed sense of justice, he lift up his want, pointing it slowly to his son. He almost looked pitiable, curled up in a fetal position. If only he hadn't realized his duty, Abelforth would come down and take him into his arm like he's his own son.

Then he remembered.

The shadows.

The power.

The fear.

This boy. His supposed son is the offspring of that beast. He couldn't imagine the retribution that would befall him when the monster learns that his son is dead.

So he left, a word of spite trailing behind his waking footsteps. A façade to show that his fear of the shadows is nonexistent. a lie to white wash the fact that he utterly unloved by \his wife, and that the only thing that he though he had done right in his life is not his.

~* (two days after Fenrir's capture)

Fenrir gasped in pain as the last of the silvery memories slides down check. With a disgusted grunt he pulled his head away from the severed head of the wizard's severed head, leaving a thin string of silvery sting connecting them together. Fenrir stared down at the contorted face before throwing it away like he would to finished can of beer.

"Thanks sorcerer." He said quietly to the cold air of the temporary cell. Without his influence in the ministry, Abelforth would never walked into his cell. A swift swing of his palm detached the head quit easily. With the help of

This man is not human. Hell, even Fenrir is more human that his piece of trash. His hate and his obsession has consumed his every thought that he lost the one thing that made him human, empathy. He has forgotten how to love and thus lost his very essence of humanity.

What disturbed him more than the nature of Abelforth is his son. Remus is something more than what he thought he would be. He knew that something was odd when the scent of the boy attracted him so much. For Remus to be a wizard and have that irresistible scent is just impossible, unnatural, and just plain ridiculous. At first he thought that Remmy have a bit of wolf in his bloodline or some other magical creature that would attract him. Now that it's been revealed that he is par of unknown creature, Fenrir desire to swept that boy away grew larger. He wanted to bring him back and protect him from whatever danger that loomed over him.

He wanted to trust himself into the unknown future with this boy, utterly and recklessly. He wanted to curl around his pup and mark him as his.

He wanted to stand up against whatever creature that might come and claim him and triumph over them.

Then he'll come back from battle to a loving pup that would clean his wound and kiss them all away.

Yes, that's the kind of life he wanted.

But first, escape.

The temporary holding cells in the court echoed with the screams of the wizards outside. The alpha leisurely whistle a happy tune while tapping his outstretched leg against the air. It was quite a morbid scene, with scream of terror filling his ears and the sound of ripping flesh in the background. He knows who's out there. In fact, he expected them to come. After all, every good pack member will always look for their alpha right? Screams of agony from a woman send a pleasant tingle down the alpha's tight muscle. Squirming in delight, he was excited to see what handy work his pack has done to the ministry.

The ministry ward dropped and the stone tablet that was covering the entrance was heaved and thrown to the side. Three silhouette appears as the smoke clears. Recognizing their faces, Fenrir grinned when all of them pounced at him and nuzzled their head into his neck and chest. If it were anything, their dainty

"Alpha." The largest of the two grunted a greeting, tying to keep some shred of masculinity as he clings on his alpha like a little girl. But he doesn't care, he just wanted to fill his sense with his alpha, have him overwhelmed his universe, taking control of him. That's what all three of them wanted.

Purr "Mmm been so long alpha" Garth pushed his nose deeper into his alpha's neck. As a beta that works close with the alpha, he is saturated with the alpha's dominant scent. But nothing beats cuddling into his net and refreshing that memory again.

"You smell good alpha." Darin said in a childlike wonder. His hands were drenched in blood, but the alpha let it roam free across is chest, staining it with streaks of red. His face is a picture of bliss as he rubbed his body against his alpha, intent on having his scent on him and the opportunity to touch the otherwise aloof alpha.

Fenrir laughed heartily and lovingly stroke their heads, eliciting sighs and explicit moans. "Miss me darlings?" the three of the grunted some kind of response, but really they're still busy reacquainting their body to their alpha's scent. The alpha laughed again and let his pack member have at it. It seems like the long stretch period of time away has made his pack uneasy.

Grunting in satisfaction he collapse to the creaky bed with three werewolf in his arms, each one looking like he was about to have an orgasm. Holding the mass of body together, he can only imagine how Remus would react to his return and sighed in pleasure.

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