There was something eerie about surviving. She smiled, he smiled, and they talked about what had happened, the hundreds of people whoâd gone through hell and back. âIt is war,â Fenrir nodded in agreement, looking to the side to call the bartender over. âHundreds more will die. Thousands, perhaps. You shouldnât let it get to you. Your loved ones will die, too.â He shrugged, only turning back when she asked about his pack.Â
"All fine. It was just me at the Ministerâs." He informed her, though his face fell slightly contrary to his words. When heâd told his pack what had happened, they have been confused. Some doubtful. And he didnât blame them for it. He was the one who had signed them up to be a part of Voldemortâs scheme, after all, and now that it seemed as though Voldemort was turning his back on his own side, some of the older ones in his pack were becoming concerned.
Now wasnât the time, though. For now, they had to keep up their facade.
"âŠIf youâre looking for other information, I donât have any. He doesnât tell me much." That much was true, but there were some things Fenrir could assume, the full moon being one of the many hints. Deadly attacks twice in a row would be devastating, for both sides â but he doubted Voldemort would be that reckless.
Your loved ones will die too. It was a simple truth, but call it that or fate, Mary wouldn't let them go down easily. "Not if I can do anything about it." She said simply, knowing full well Fenrir understood what it meant to keep those close to you safe.Â
"Good to hear." There were people whom Mary had hoped she'd read their name in the paper. That their bodies would have been found ripped to pieces or smashed between a piece of the ceiling, but Fenrir's pack wasn't one of them. They'd had an agreement of sorts, and so far he had been keeping up his end of the deal.Â
That was the only information he had, and for now, that was the only information she needed. Digging into her bag, she pulled out a leather fold and placed it on the table before pushing it towards him. "Seven vials. One per day, correct?" She raised a brow. Information for Wolfsbane, that was the deal. "I'll try to get them to you sometime other than right before the full moon next time, but free times been hard to find, as you can imagine"











