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It seemed the Ministry of Magic didn't know what to do about the rumors of a new pack of creatures living deep within the Forbidden Forest. We can be dangerous, and we are a very large pack. The Lupavi, we are called. Wolves who do not need the full moon to shift. Our wolf spirits are ours to command. We change when we please and fight to protect our territories. Many witches and wizards were saying things about us. That we could infect humans at a faster rate than regular werewolves because we could shift at will. But it wasn't true. The only way to become a lupavi is to be born of two other lupavi. Besides only the males could change at will. Females remain in one form but maintain our speed, strength and instincts to better care for cubs and the pack. We also are the only ones who can give birth to Lupavi pups. Humans can't. We have yet to ever mate with our lower species of werewolves to know if we can have their pups.

My father Tytus Blackwood, has only met with Albus Dumbledore to kill these rumors about us. He wanted the wizard to tell the Ministry of Magic that the Blackwood pack had no desire to turn humans. We simply wanted to live in peace in the woods as we pleased. We would put our names on no registries to identify ourselves. If anyone came to attack us then we would defend ourselves and our family. Albus is the Headmaster of the school, Hogwarts and seemed to be a wise wizard and trustful. He agreed that if my father would provide minimal protection of the students and faculty around the school then we would be protected and not bothered by anyone trying to harm us.

He even let three of us, my aunt and two uncles, go to the school late at night where they were taught to read and write. In return the entire pack learned to read and write. We became… literate. My father would see Albus at certain hours in the night and they would talk and discuss things about both their worlds. My mother Evia, did not like it. She did not want us to be so close to the wizards and the world. She had a horrid past with them.

Our home was deep in the forest, where we had lodges set up and the sun managed to shine through the darkness of the forest. I was in my parent's lodge, eating some unicorn meat that was tender and juicy. Hieronymus, my older brother, tore at his meat in silence. His grey eyes were always calm and dead looking. His skin was dark like my father's, his hair a faded white. To the wizards he thirty but he's much older than that. Father raised his head catching our attention.

"It seems that pack from the other side of the forest has been edging near our boarders." he said. Hieronymus and I looked at each other before looking at him.

"Why?" he asked dryly, and Father inhaled shaking his head. He took another bite of his unicorn leg.

"The same reason all the others have come here… wanting to combine packs to be considered the strongest in the wizarding world." he replied. Mother nodded.

"I hear the alpha is Fenrir Greyback." she said drinking from her cup of blood and water. I blinked in shock.

"Fenrir Greyback… coming here?" I asked.

"Whatever he wants he will not get. I have spoken with the other dominants… no one wants a war with the wizards." Father stated. Hieronymus snorted.

"I've heard around he doesn't take no for answer." he said calmly.

"But he is a strong wolf with a strong pack already. Maybe he wants something else… what if he wants our territory?" Mother asked.

"He may have a strong pack, but they can't take on our males. We have shifting advantage against them." Father said handing his leg to Mother. He knows she likes picking at the meat of what he eats when he's finished. I inwardly smiled.

"Father let me take some men to confront Greyback. We will hear what he has to say and decide if it's worth listening to." he said. Father smiled at my brother with pride.

"I would not risk a battle and you being out there by yourself. You and I will go with some wolves and hear what they have to say. You can make the final decision." he said. My brother gave a light smile before nodding. Once the meal was finished, I exited the lodge and smiled at the sight before me. Numerous pups were running about the dirt. Women were folding clothes and laughing with each other as young girls sat at their sides. Elders were teaching the young boys how fight. I felt my mother's hip bump into mine.

"One day you will have a pack of your own." she said, and I looked at her with a shy smile.

"Maybe. If father will approve of them." I said. She grinned and merely placed a lock of my hair between her fingers.

"Your father just wants his only daughter properly taken care of. If an alpha cannot command his pack and rules fiercely then he is undeserving of you." she said and I nodded upon hearing her words before.

"I know." I replied and began to move around her.

"Where do you go?" she asked.

"To the lake. Gonna do some fishing." I replied as I began to walk to the familiar trail.

"Do not go near that school!" she called out. I somewhat waved her off in my mind. She let out a sharp growl. "Ansara!" I whipped my head at her and grunted with annoyance to show her that I heard her. She raised her head with firm eyes.

"You will not go near that school." she commanded. I gave a noise of submission and nodded before skipping off to the trail and entering the forest. Everything was quiet and invisible, but I could smell everything around me. A heard of centaurs were out in the distance, probably hunting as well. We tolerated each other but kept our distance from one another. We were not above making a meal of them. When I was younger and smaller, a heard of centaur came trampling through our home. It seemed they were running from a pack of werewolves who had shifted under the full moon. I was almost trampled, but Hieronymus was there. He helped me to safety and held me until the panic was over. I could smell the lake in the distance, so I moved off the trail and onto the dry, crisp grass. Line shined through the branches and down on my face. My dark silver hair shined beneath the rays. A shadow flew high above my head and I looked to see nothing at first. Until a flash of black shot across the sky. There it was again! My eyes widened at the sight.

I have seen that before. Witches and wizards were on their brooms! Immediately drawn to them, I took off through the trees. Black blurs of branches past me as I run. Their sharp branches tear at my already torn dress. I kept looking up at the sky not wanting to lose sight of the flying sticks. As I continued to run, I could see light at the end of the trees. I slowed my running and finally halted behind a tree. I slowly peaked out around it to see children in black robes landing onto the ground. There were three of them: a red-haired boy, a black-haired boy, and a bushy brown-haired girl.

"We're going to be in so much trouble!" the red head said in panic as the three were rushing toward the school. I watched in awe as the students rushed into the castle. This school has been around for many years. When my parents were cubs the school stood tall. I had never been inside it however. It was ancient and filled with all kinds of things I knew nothing about. I had never been to school before. Never learned spells and never even flew on a broom once. Students were walking about outside, and I wondered what powers they possessed.

Knowing I had already disobeyed my mother, I turned and began to head back into the forest. I didn't know much of the world outside the forest. I have traveled to the mountains and other areas to visit distant family members. But that was it mostly. We could blend into the wizard's world easily if we wanted. I wondered if anyone of the pride as ever decided to leave and try to live amongst the non wolves. A scent hits my nose and I pause now and look around at the empty area around me. My nose twitched as I looked around some more. I saw nothing, but I smelled something which was far worse. Wolf, and not the familiar scent of my packs. Our scents were mostly the same. I began to cautiously walk my head looking all around. Suddenly the snapping of a branch made me sprint off back to the direction of the pack. If I could smell them then they would smell them. But where were they coming from? Suddenly I look up and gasp as I see three large beings falling to me. I just throw my body to the side to avoid them landing on me. I landed on my feet and look up at the three growling forms. I was crouched some as two of the men began to move around me. I backed away immediately not wanting them to corner me. They wore black pants and shirts covered by black jackets.

"Now what's a cute little bitch like yourself doing out here by yourself?" the wolf in front of me asked. My heart was pounding, and I growled lowly bearing my fangs in warning.

"You'd be smart to leave my father's territory." I warned harshly. The three males were continuing to try and surround me. Bells were going off in my mind as I growled hard keeping my distance from them.

"Aw what's wrong, you frightened?" the one on my left teased as he emitted a low growl. These guys meant business. My mind was racing now. One of them made a move to approach, but a vicious roar tore through the silence of the trees and we all lifted our heads as four large creatures emerged from over the hill. Their bodies were large and their fur short with white patches all over their bodies. Their claws were curved inward and their jaws were massive and strong enough to break stone and bark. Their tails were pointed and bushy. Their ears flickered from the sound around them. Saliva dripped down their mouths. One of the wolves in front were noticeably silver. I whimpered in relief.

"Hieronymus!" I said, and immediately my brother jumped high and landed fiercely between me and the three wolves. He roared loudly, saliva flailing everywhere. The three wolves jumped back growling and roaring the best they could before turning and fleeing into the forest. However, I surprised the wolves didn't run after them with intent on ending them. I felt my panic begin to subside and their bodies began to shrink away, their fur melting into the ground disappearing into the air. I looked up at my brother who glared heavily in the direction the wolves ran off in. I moved over to him and leaned into him, pressing my forehead into his shoulder. He just looked down at me and planted his face into the top of my head.

"They're one of Fenrir's pack aren't they… that's why you all aren't going after them." I concluded. Hieronymus looked back out and nodded. His packmates surrounded me and gently ran their hands down my shoulders as a sign of concern and respect. I smiled my thanks at them before looking at my brother.

"Yeah. Let's head back." he commanded. We all nodded and jogged deeper into the trees. I wondered if Hieronymus would tell my parents what happened. I wonder if he will tell them I was close to the school. As we neared the camp, I could smell the same wolves from earlier. I frowned at the thought of the wolves being so close to our homes. I looked up at my brother.

"What are they doing at our home!" I whispered harshly and Hieronymus glanced down at me as we were surrounded by our pack.

"Father allowed it." he said. I winced thinking this couldn't be good. As we neared the heart of the village, I could see more wolves in black standing on opposite side of my father and some males. All around there were wolves watching and waiting. No females were in the area and neither were pups. I saw the three wolves who ambushed me and they stood behind him. My eyes widened as I saw the massive size of the wolf across from my father. His face was thick and he had a strong jaw line. His dark hair was mildly wavy and stopped at his neck. He had an open shirt and jeans. He had slight whiskers around his face that lead into a thin beard. That was him. Fenrir Greyback. He looked our way and I immediately took hold of Hieronymus's arm not liking his dark eyes on us. My brother paused and looked at me.

"Stay with the other women and stay near the camp." he commanded and we both looked at each other and nodded and I turned and moved back to the other women were watching from distance. I approached Olyvia a young woman who was sure to be my brother's mate. They were constantly around each other, she was young, beautiful and unmated. She also had no kids. She had olive skin and long brunette hair. She had freckles across her nose and cheeks. She is one of the few humans who are allowed to live amongst the pack. We only allow two humans in the pack. This is to ensure that the wizards know we can coexist with them. She is an outsider, a witch, but has been well received by the pack. Her family was killed by savage werewolves on a full moon. Hieronymus saved her and brought her back to the pack. He spoke on her behalf and asked Father personal for her to stay. I remember when he carried her in under the bright moon. She was limp in his arms, hair flowing down to the ground. Her body is covered in blood as was my brother. When we approached each other she looked me over with concern.

"Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded glancing back at the males who stood around an empty fire pit.

"Yes. How long have they been here?" I asked. She crossed her arms.

"Not too long. After you left, Alpha and the rest went to receive them. Your mother was worried about you being out in the woods with them around. She feared there could be spies around. She sent your brother and the others to find you." she explained. I stared still at the large men. However, no one spoke, until Hieronymus joined with everyone. I merely turned my head to the left a bit to hear.

Normal POV

Tytus and his pack stared at Fenrir and his group of wolves. The tension was thick and dangerous as was most pack meetings. As the only son of Tytus stood by his far, Fenrir looked down at him. He has heard of Hieronymus Blackwood. The wolf with dead eyes. You never knew what he was thinking. Even in his other form. He was powerful, he was brutal and yet he always looked calm. Fnerir huffed some and looked at Tytus.

"Words gotten around that you've been denying everyone alpha's invitation to join packs." he said heavily. Tytus just stared at the large wolf who stood a few inches above him.

"Yes. The alphas who want the alliance have nothing to offer. As I am sure you have nothing to offer." he said. Ferir growled some.

"Don't be so hasty, Tytus. You may have the ability to change at will, but that does not make you better than us. The wizarding world still sees you as a threat. Dumbledore cannot protect you entire pack forever." he said before scoffing and looking Tytus over with disgust. "A wolf who needs the protection of a wizard is no wolf at all."

The Blackwood wolves growled in warning. However, Tytus held his hand up to calm them. Hieronymus didn't even show an ounce of anger at the blatant disrespect. There was no reaction from either alpha or son. This intrigued Fenrir.

"Yet you stand here before me wanting an alliance of wolves who have an agreement with wizards… but I have also heard talk of your armies as well. Rumor has it the dark lord is after the boy who lived, Harry Potter. You've made alliance with a wizard as well." he said.

"A wolf who needs the protection of a wizard is no wolf at all." Hieronymus replied dryly and Fenrir growled heavily, fighting the urge to jump across the fire pit and kill the smaller wolf. However, he knew his physical size would be no match for a pack of Lupavi.

"Our alliance grants me revenge! The more victims I get the more werewolves are reborn. My alliance keeps us strong, your alliance has you living in fear. What will you do when the dark lord attacks- when werewolves attack? They'll come looking for answers, retribution for their fallen witches and wizards. You could be on the winning team." he offered.

"So you want us to fight in this future war then." Hieronymus replied crossing his arms now. "Since our lycanthropy is mutated, we can attack during the day, and cause more damage and bloodshed." Fenrir smiled wickedly.

"Exactly." he hissed. Tytus looked over at his son and Hieronymus just tilted his head.

"There's no gain in joining you." he said. Fenrir raised his arms, his sharp claws pointing outward.

"You gain power." he said. Tytus lifted his head in thought. His pack had power. As long as a female and male Lupavi existed, more could be born.

"And exactly how would we form an alliance with you. You can't be trusted with any of us as we probably can't be trusted with you all." the alpha replied. Fenrir raised his head, smirking as if expecting that question.

"We form through mates. I will mate a woman of my choosing from your pack. Together we could breed an even stronger wolf. We will gain more and more power as we become one. Your people will never have to hide or worry about the ministry ever bothering you." he explained. Hieronymus finally gave his feelings away frowning some. He immediately thought of his sister as she was cornered by the three wolves he saw standing behind Fenrir. His blood boiled at the thought of them looking at her with such need. He was ready to kill them if he hadn't smelled their alpha's scent around him.

"No. No wolf of yours will ever have our women or our allegiance. You will lead us to our death and extinction due to your sick obsession with vengeance." he said. Fenrir growled heavily and whipped his head at Tytus.

"You gonna let this runt speak for you!" he snapped. Tytus just raised his head his eyes calm.

"My son shares my verdict. You will be led off my land. If you return on full moon or any other night, I will have you all slaughtered." he replied. Fenrir growled heavily at the offense. Tytus and Hieronymus just stared calmly as the Blackwood wolves growled even lower, asserting their power immediately. Fenrir's piercing blue eyes scanned all the wolves for a moment before nodding.

"Alright… we're gone." he said and growled and turned his robes flapping behind him. His pack was guided from the camp with the Blackwood wolves following close since they had to move pass some of the women and children. They moved quickly from the sight of the guests. Fenrir just looked at all of them. Numerous bodies, bodies to help aid his plot, going to waste. Fenrir was not about to take this rejection so easily. As he passed the wolves, he eyed the numerous women and young girls looking them all in their face of which they all looked away. Mother's held their cubs out of his view growling lowly in warning. Finally, he saw the face of the young woman who was standing close to the alpha's dead-eyed son. She had dark skin like Tytus, but of a mildly lighter shade. Her hair was long and straight with a dark tint of silver. Her eyes, grey and innocent. She was tall, with curves and Fenrir could smell her scent from afar. It was the same as the runt. They were siblings obviously.

Now an idea formed in the large wolf's mind. This wasn't over. He had chosen the wolf who would be his mate and would give him a strong new breed of pups…

Author's Notes

Readers Discretion: there will be some rape in this fic.