A/N: 100-word drabble written for Writing Challenge #8: Fic Exchange. My prompt was "Alecto and Greyback get caught fooling around by another Death Eater."

Devouring

Alecto knows she should stop. Fenrir is a werewolf, even more a werewolf than most werewolves – more than a half-breed, a half-animal. When his mouth closes around hers or his teeth graze her neck or his nails dig into her skin, Alecto can feel all the shades of the word devouring.

Someday, he might bite her. Turn her into something like him. Half-breed, half-animal.

But it isn't until Bellatrix discovers them behind the burning Prewett house, until Alecto hears Bellatrix's mad, mocking laughter and hears her say -

Blood is like water, Alecto. Always finds its own level.

- that she stops.