Fenrir nodded with a darker smile on his lips. It was perfect, biting the young. They had so many years to learn. To understand the way of the wolf. He sat on the edge of the boy’s bed and ran a hand through his thick, matted hair. It wasn’t long now, he could feel his bones ache.
“Much better kiddo… Much.” He watched him as he sat on the bed, his eyes lingering on his neck, or perhaps his shoulder… A good place to sink his teeth into… Then again, it couldn’t be fatal. Lyall had to suffer, he had to understand.
He turned his head and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a bright, white light begin to trickle into the window. Fenrir stood and looked out, seeing the moon was still hidden by the clouds. It wasn’t far off… Any minute now. He unlocked he window and dropped his wand safely in a spot he’d find come the morning.
Greyback turned to face Remus and he shook his head. “No, you’ll want to see this Lupin…” Fenrir removed his best leather jacket and dropped it over his wand, covering it. His eyes found the bright orb in the sky and he felt his head jerk to the side.
Every bone in his body seemed to snap at once and Fenrir hunched over on all fours letting out a deep moan. His eyes turned from their usual colour to a bright, blazing blue. His face began to become covered in thick, grey hair. His nose broke and reshaped itself into a long snout and his head formed into that of a wolf’s head.
His clothes shattered to pieces and his body became thick with fur, white, grey, matted fur. His arms became from legs and his legs became hind legs. The wolf had assumed its shape. The last thing to change from Greyback to the wolf, was simple his teeth. They became sharper than normal in a dark, moist cave that was his mouth.
The wolf turned to face the boy and slowly began to walk towards its prey. His lips licking in hunger. Yet the wolf somehow knew not to kill. Not to devour the boy. It must only bite and leave. The window was open, it had an escape. The boy, did not.
Remus watched confused as the other boy began to take his clothes off. “Um… Freer?” he croaked before pulling the covers up to his nose. “Freer you okay?” he uttered timidly before gasping and covering his head with the blanket.
He could hear bones cracking and the pain Fenrir seemed to be going through. The little boy didn’t want to witness it. He hid his face from sight so he didn’t have to have those memories scarred to his mind for life.
Sobbing when he heard the wolf howl and hiding under his blankets more. His little body trembling with fear as he didn’t understand what was happening. Children believed they were safe when under the security of their bed sheets. They would be protected by an invisible bubble. In harsh reality, he wasn’t.
Lyall was stood downstairs. Hope had been out with her sister for a family occasion and he’d spent the night working. Sipping a small glass of whiskey as he was expecting her to return home shortly.
The night had dragged but he was looking forward to a day off with his son. He was planning on taking him fishing for the first time. Of course he’d let them loose once they caught them, if they caught any. The boy was young and didn’t need to see violent images like that. Lyall just wanted to keep him safe and enjoy his childhood. His boy meant everything to him.
A howl caused his gaze to shift upwards. That was too close for comfort. There was no wolves around them. They were in a small mining town in southern Wales. They had neighbours on each side. There shouldn’t be a wolf here.
At that moment Lyall realised there was something wrong and raced towards the stairs. His heart in his throat with every step.
