Am I live?

-Hello, sweetness," he smiles with fangs, "Isn't the moon beautiful tonight - a shiver runs through my body, I can't figure out if it's desire or fear - it's perfect for claiming my woman...
-Depulso- I shout, but the bastard manages to dodge the spell before it can touch him.
-Flipendo," he counterattacks quickly, I don't manage to deflect it in time and the spell punches me in the chest knocking me onto the bed, before I can get up Greyback launches himself at me.
-Get off of me, you monster," I kicked and shook with violence, trying to punch him.
-What a compliment, witch," I feel his breath on my face, "if you keep praising me, maybe I won't bite you too hard," he laughs viciously.
-Let me go, what do you want?
-You," he runs his tongue down my cheek, leaving it drooling, I gasp. 
-You are disgusting, release me now- I try to kick him in the balls but the wolf closes his thighs trapping my legs between them.
-So what if I don't want to - he imprisons my hands above my head with one of his hands and with the other he grabs my face fixing my vision in his eyes that look at me with defiance- tell me, witch, what will you do if I don't let you go, you are completely at my mercy- I freeze, damn it, he's right- I thought so- he laughs, and I growl bitterly- I see that you received my invitation.
-What are you talking about? -I look at him in confusion.
-I knew you wouldn't resist the news that some muggles were disappearing in a small town in Scotland - impossible - so I just dropped a few hints and waited - he grins showing his fangs - I waited and here you are, right where I wanted you.
-Why... why? -I'm totally baffled, a wolf managed to outwit me and I fell into his trap.
-Because I need you, witch," he pulls his hand away from my face, "I need your help," I look at him suspiciously.

-Why should I help you, you're a monster who bites children and eats human flesh, plus you tried to eat me when I was running from Voldemort with Harry - I let out all my anger in those words -Why do you think I would even think of helping you anyway.
-Because you fight for the rights of my people, just as I do," I laugh at his comment, "We may not fight with the same weapons but we want the same thing, the freedom of my kind, you and I want my people to no longer to have to suffer mistreatment and hunting, my children to be able to go and study as wizards, to no longer have to hide or be afraid.
-You helped Voldemort," I countered uncertainly.
-He promised me freedom for my people, though it was stupid to trust him, I didn't have much choice.
-You bit Professor Lupin when he was a boy, condemned him to a life of suffering.
-Yes, I bit him but I didn't want him to live the way he did, his father forced him to take that damned potion and the poor boy killed his wolf every full moon, he would have been happy and strong if he had followed me.

We both look into each other's eyes submerged in the darkness of the room, we both have strong points in this conversation, and so far Greyback hasn't tried to hurt me yet, at least not really, still wary I shift uncomfortably under the older man, I can't believe what I'm about to do.

-I'll help you," he smiles, "but I have a condition or rather conditions.
-I hear you
-You will never bite me," he snorts, "I have a free hand to interact with your pack without risking harm and most importantly, you will stop infecting the muggles in this town," I look at him seriously, he takes his time thinking about my conditions.
-He accepts two out of three, my pack obeys me totally they won't hurt you, and for the muggles don't worry I will leave them alone, but as for the bite I can't promise anything, you are mine I need to bite you at some point but don't worry you will like it," his tone of voice is warm almost sensual, I shudder at his proposal, -I have my own conditions in this arrangement.
-It's better than nothing," I shrug as best I can in my position still with my arms above my head, "I hear you Greyback.
-First of all my name is Fenrir use it, witch, secondly, you will not say anything to the ministry or your little boyfriend Potter about what you see or hear in my pack, you will leave your wand in this house every time we meet and last but not least, do not use the word "monster" with my people.
-Harry is not my boyfriend," I growl at him, " I agree," with that he lets go of my hands and legs and then gets off me leaving me free to stand up and use my wand, "Lumus," the light from my wand faintly illuminates the room.

Now with the light I can make out Fenrir better, he is wearing a black fur coat, a worn and dirty shirt and dark trousers, he is barefoot, and his long dark hair falls over his shoulders. He also seems to be taking his time to analyse my outfit, I blush slightly as I remember that I only have an old t-shirt and my panties on, he fucking smiles at my nervousness, he's fucking enjoying it.

-You didn't tell me what you want my help for," I commented, trying to divert his attention from my body.
-Someone is trying to kill my pack," I let out a gasp, "it's one thing to try to kill me, it's quite another to harm my people, I've lost enough pups in the war, I don't want any more losses," his voice sounds sad, almost regretful, as this man is the same assassin I met in the magical war.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, I've been running from this ghost hunter for a year, I can't smell his scent, he's very clever and he only attacks sporadically, but when he does he takes many of my people, men, women, old people and children don't matter to him, he just kills - his eyes have gone wild, he's clearly angry, I shudder.
-How do you want me to help you, I don't have a very relevant position in the Ministry yet to look into some kind of werewolf killer or something.
-I don't want you to look for him, I want you to find us a place to live where we're safe, no death, no sickness, no hunger, and most importantly, no muggles, no witches.
-Do you consider Alaska- I reply sarcastically, he growls angrily making me back off- I'm sorry, it's just that there is no place like that in the world unless you create a closed vortex where only you rule and other wolves can enter.
-I knew my woman was smart but I didn't know how smart- he laughs with real joy- what do you need to conjure up this magical vortex- he looks at me as if he expects me to give him a shopping list for the market.
-First, I am nothing of yours, second, creating a vortex large enough for your pack to survive for years or even centuries is impossible, such a spell is not yet developed - I remember reading something about that kind of magic in "pagan" books as the muggles call them, but none of that information is confirmed by the Ministry of Magic or any other magical entity.

-You're Hermione Granger, if anyone can do it, it's you, the golden girl of Gryffindor, the best witch of her generation.
-Flattery won't change anything, it's almost impossible what you're asking me to do, one chance in a thousand that it will work and even if it does, no one can guarantee that it will last forever and...
-You want to know more about my people, find out how to do it," he interrupts me, somewhat tired of my explanations, "Now I'll let you sleep, witch...Desmaius.

I wake up somewhat dazed, looking at a vaulted wooden ceiling I frown, I look around finding a room with wooden walls, decorated with pictures and paintings, in front of the bed there is a beautiful window with a balcony, through it I can distinguish a dense forest full of fog, far from looking scary it looks quiet, peaceful almost magical, the day is cloudy and grey probably rain. I look at my body, I'm still dressed in the old shirt, which relieves me, the bed I'm lying on is wide and the mattress is soft, the sheets are thick and on top of them there is a skin of some kind of animal that for the sake of whoever brought me here is fake, I slowly walk to the window praying to see the city and not just the forest, but luck doesn't listen to me, all I see around me are trees and more trees, I sigh in defeat, where am I? Why did Greyback bring me here?

-You woke up my moon*- I turn towards the voice, finding a beautiful young woman, she must be no more than twenty years old, her beautiful red hair falls loose behind her shoulders, she is dressed in a simple white dress with small flowers on it, her eyes are big and green, framed by thick reddish eyelashes, she keeps a kind smile while she waits for me to finish my analysis of her person, embarrassed I looked away- you wish to have breakfast my moon.
-My name is Hermione, not moon- I look at her puzzled by the strange name- who are you and where am I?

-My name is Brenna ma'am and you are in the pack of alpha Greyback your mate.
-What are you talking about," I look at her seriously, "what's this about mates, how far am I from town, where is that Greyback's dog," I bombard the poor girl with questions, she looks very puzzled, even scared as if I was going to hit her or something, but my desperation and confusion overcome my compassion for the girl and I keep my face angry and intimidating, making the girl shrink in her place, but before she can answer any of my questions, the door opens with force, shocking both of us.
-Get out of here Brenna- Fenrir growls at the girl and she leaves the place with her head down -Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well- he's being obviously sarcastic.
-Quite badly, as last night a brute broke into my house, threatened me, cast a fainting spell on me and kidnapped me, so I'm afraid to say I had a very bad night, thanks to a certain wolf," Fenrir laughs loudly at my calm attitude to the situation.

-And I thought you cuddling on my chest all night was a good sign -What? -You look so cute when you sleep, but you look even more beautiful when you do it on my chest, every time I moved away from you you cried and looked for me, I couldn't resist you and we spent the night in each other's arms -I'm totally frozen at this conversation, for the first time in a long time someone left me speechless-nothing to say, my woman?
-You son of a bitch," I yell, he keeps a goofy grin on his face as if he likes my anger - how dare you violate my personal space and bring me here and .... - I look for my wand in my clothes but it's not there - where is my fucking wand you mangy dog.

Before I can take another breath Fenrir pins me against the window with a dull punch, I gasp for air at the sudden movement, his arms close me off from any escape route, his eyes were locked on mine, his expression is ice cold, I shiver at the thought of having made him angry enough to decide to hurt me, I am unarmed, with no way to call for help or to fight back I am alone.

For long minutes he just stares into my eyes as if he can read my thoughts, but finally, he looks away and lowers his head to my neck where he drags his nose along my neck causing me to shiver, I hear him inhale deeply, I frown in confusion, I gasp as he starts to lick my neck slowly, this is wrong, I have to let go of his grip, I start to move to try to escape but his hands fall on my arms holding me still as he licks my neck, I feel his fangs on me, I let out a small scream, he's going to bite me, I close my eyes expecting the pain of the bite but instead I feel a small kiss on the junction of my neck and shoulder, I open my eyes in time to meet his bluish gaze, his pupils are dilated leaving little of the bluish colour, his gaze transmits pure animal hunger, I tremble at this realization, he wants me and that terrifies me.

-Don't you EVER," he growls, "call me a dog again, I was clearly witch?
-Yes...yes- he releases me away, causing the cold to punch my body, I shiver through the wind in the room- I could. You could give me clothes...I'm cold.
-There are clothes for you in the bathroom, change and come down, don't try anything, we're hours from town, you'd never get there before I catch you.

I run out to the bathroom hiding from the sight of that terrifying man, I lean my back against the bathroom door letting myself fall slowly to the floor, think Hermione, there must be some way out of here, he must have hidden my wand somewhere, I must find it contact Harry and get out of here, I was a fool to believe that Greyback would honour our agreement, the bastard kidnapped me and now I'm who knows where and probably surrounded by wolves, ~fuck~.
Still, in my despair, my thoughts drift to Fenrir, now that I've seen him in more light than last night, he's certainly a handsome man, he looks more human than during Voldemort's time, no doubt he's eaten more as he looks more robust but not fat and no doubt he's strong, I shiver as I remember how he surrounded me a moment ago and lingered on my chest, no doubt the man is sexy but he's too dangerous?

-Damnit-I slap my forehead with my open palm-he had an erection, when he sent me to the bathroom- the realization hits me like a bitch.
-I can hear you witch, stop thinking about my dick and change, I'm hungry -well...shit.