AN- Heya guys! This is my first (Successful) multichapter. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. :) Please let me know what you think!

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1. Lost and Found

Most would say Fenrir Greyback was not a kind man, but Calia wasn't like most. She knew a side of him that few others had seen. That's what led to her decision that brought her in front of him, clutching the nearly lifeless body of a young muggle girl.

"Alpha please, she will not make it otherwise. Even if returned to her muggle parents, she would be dead by sunrise," the small blonde woman pleaded.

"Mate, what makes you think she'd make it past moonrise with us?" Fenrir raised an eyebrow.

"If I claim her as mine before the moon rises she will be in no danger," Calia reasoned, "Then once the moon rises I will turn her. I know it's not guaranteed, but it's the best option she has. I am her only hope Fen. I know we have had no luck with pups of our own since the tragedy with our boys, but this could be our chance. We could raise this little one as our own."

Fenrir stared down into the pleading eyes of his mate and sighed. "Cal, you know that I could never tell you no." Seeing her smile at him, he looked at her seriously and added, "But I will be nothing more to this little one than her alpha. There will be none of this father business, do you understand?"

She merely smiled at Fenrir and nodded. With the conversation over Fenrir left to check on how the rest of the pack was fairing in the final hours before the full moon.

"We will work on him little one," Calia whispered to the girls still form. She moved to set the girl's small frame down onto the table in the main room of their hut. Looking down at the young girl she couldn't help but smile. I've always wanted a daughter, ever since I was a young girl myself. The werewolf brushed wild matted curls back from the girl's forehead. After taking a calming breath, she brought the young girls wrist up to her mouth. Calia bit down just hard enough to mark that this little one was hers. She then licked over the small lesion to seal it up, before placing a gentle kiss on the girl's wrist. "Now I'm your Mummy little one, and I will protect you always."

Fenrir watched as Calia bent over the young girl working furiously. It had been two days since the full moon, and changing the young girl seemed to have helped her tremendously, but he was skeptical that it'd be enough for her to make a full recovery. For Calia's sake, he hoped it was.

His mate had not left the girl's side since she awoke the morning after the full moon. She had gotten the girl cleaned and smoothed her wild hair into soft plaits; she had made the girl a makeshift cot in their bedroom, just a few feet from their own and had been working hard to make sure the girl got plenty of water and broth to keep from dehydration. Fenrir wasn't surprised though; she had always been an excellent mother.

Thinking of their boys made his heart clench, it had been nearly 15 years since that poor excuse of a wizard murdered them. His only regret from the aftermath was leaving the small boy with Lyall, to be raised in isolation and to hate who he is. Fenrir was disgusted that a father could put their child through that. I may not have been an affectionate father, but my boys never doubted that I was proud of them, he thought bitterly to himself. His musings were cut short by Calia speaking to him.

"Fen, she has a fever again. I'm going to go down to Lucinda's hut to see if she has any more fever reducing potion. Will you sit with her until I get back?" Fenrir noted the red-rimmed eyes of his mate, a telltale sign she'd been crying, and he knew how much she needed this girl to be alright.

"Of course love. I'll watch over her as long as you need. Why don't you get yourself a little bit to eat while you're out there too? You'll be of no use to her if you run yourself into the ground before you're able to heal her." The alpha gave her a look that communicated that was more than just a suggestion. She nodded and then left the hut.

Fenrir hesitantly approached the girl's cot and sat on the floor beside it. He let himself briefly reminisce about when his son, Leidolf, had been that size. The truth was he'd always loved being a father. After sometime Fenrir sighed and gently laid his head on the small girl's chest, just listening to her shallow breaths. "Little one Calia needs you, if you make it through this for her I promise I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Fenrir was so caught up listening to her breathing he hadn't noticed his mate in the doorway, and he missed the loving smile on Calia's face.

Later that night Calia was reading by candlelight, having resumed her post next to the small girl, when she heard a little gasp. Setting her book down she turned her attention to the girl. The girl's eyes were fluttering slightly, and her breathing had sped up.

"Is she alright?" Fenrir had woken up and was now crossing the room to kneel beside Calia.

"It looks like she's beginning to wake up Fen."