*/THE WAY, peyton

[LUCA LIBRE]

Being a wolf, gave him the opportunity to live through nature. It wasn’t a civilization. Merely, pending on survival. It had always been survival, ever since he was a young boy. Unlike most werewolves, his family was cursed to live the life as an animal. Fenrir, merely relished in it, unlike his other family members who opted to kill themselves. He taught himself the ways to live off scarcity and his greed for power made him ruthless and all the more dangerous. Yet, as a wolf, he was less reactive. It was the knowledge of how submission comes naturally that made him less uptight with his pack. Not her. As she huffed and began to yelp at his motions, he watched her, steadily crouch low. A second later, the Alpha was flat on his back, amusement flooded that beedy stare. His emerald epileptic circling around his dark irises, were glittering under the rays of the sunlight as he growled, “You’re hungry.” Swiftly getting up, his head nuzzled against hers, showing mere approval of her first lesson, as he started towards the abandoned meat, expecting her to follow suit. “Eat.”

Werewolf 101, was tiring. Especially after a whole night of hunting. Somehow, as a wolf, he found human flesh to be more… satisfying compared to game meat. As it is, he had to make do, as his canines clamped on the deer, tearing the skin away, revealing the flesh, as he took a large portion, the blood sinking through his throat as the feel of raw juice and meat made its way to his stomach. They would have to turn back soon. Especially since she’s still a young cub. Her, turning at the full moon would require more energy, unlike others who are able to turn at their own will.

[PEYTON FORBES.]

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing.

despite her attempts to be ferocious and terrifying, fenrir merely seemed amused with her. if charlise could have pouted, she would have. as a wolf though, she merely stopped growling and nipped the man on the tip of his wolfish nose. for about the hundredth time that day, charlise felt herself roll onto her side as the man under her pulled himself up. for a moment she just lay in the dirt, ears twitching a little before she heard him speak. she was hungry? it seemed as if the female had forgotten the point of this exercise in the first place, but now that food was mentioned, her stomach felt like it was in agony. charlise hadn’t eaten since she’d been kidnapped from hogwarts. it had also been the last time she’d had something to drink, so it was no wonder these changes were exhausting her. with the knowledge that the full moon would soon rise and she would once again be forced to turn, the she-wolf picked herself up from the dirt and moved towards the deer.

as a human, charlise probably would have demanded it be cooked first, but she was an animal now and too starving to care. glancing up to make sure that fenrir wasn’t going to tell her off for stealing his food, she sunk her teeth into the deer’s rump and yanked her head back. the taste of blood filled her mouth but charlise wasn’t concerned with that. she gobbled down the flesh and went back for more, making happy little wolf sounds as she got herself all bloody. for a self proclaimed princess, she was a fairly messy eater. in no time, charlise had finished eating half the animals rump and was laid out on the ground, eyes closed and panting happily.

safe to say, charlise was pleased with herself. she’d been given a smidgen of affection from her alpha and she was fed. now all she needed was a nap and things would be right in the world. however, she’d thought too soon. almost as soon as a wolfish grin had crossed over her furry face, charlise felt the agonizing pull of her body wanting to shift again, starting once more at her ribs. with a helpless howl, she succumbed to the reality that she couldn’t hold a form and allowed her bones to once again start breaking.

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[LUCA LIBRE]

There were very little things Fenrir tolerated. However, when it comes to his new addition to the pack, he seemed to abandon all sense of being strict and ferociously domineering for some reason. He kept telling himself, it was momentary. Besides, it was only a day. Her blatant female mood changes irked him and the way she merely licked him had him growling fiercely back at her just as she nipped his nose. Allowing her to feed on the meat, he began circling the premises while she ate. The other wolves would have been back at the tent now, no doubt. Either fighting or searching for a prey. The feel of wind through his fur calmed him, and as she began to howl, as his head turned swiftly at the noise. Shifting. Of all the places they could have crossed, did she have to shift now? Once more, Fenrir was left with the task of carrying the girl back to his tent, stark naked. Waiting patiently as she began to show signs of skin, he merely paced the surrounding. The girl would have passed out by then and he’d have to carry her on his back.

Despite those tired creases against his beedy hues, he silent cursed her for having shifted too soon. The moment the limp body stopped moving,, he growled lowly, his head going under her limbs as he had her atop his back, her breasts pressing against his fur, as he took off towards camp. Bloody females. Dark eyes narrowing, the moment his paws touched safe soil, he began to shift back, as he tossed her body towards the hay, his bones began cracking as human flesh replaced the fur. Picking up his wand, he summoned for the bag of clothes he threw out, merely pointing at it as he murmured, “Scourgify.” Look where that bitch landed him in now, reducing the Alpha to her laundromat. The harsh growl crossed his lips, as he fell on his back, next to her, wincing as he realized the bite she left him last night was still raw. The coldness of spring, made him turn, as his fingers lay on his mark on her skin. Tracing it as his bare chest skimmed the back of her body. Laying there, barely clothed, he closed his eyes, only momentarily. He deserved the rest.

[PEYTON FORBES.]

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing.

changing in the middle of the forest was not a good idea but it wasn’t like charlise had much of a choice. once the change started, she could do little to stop it. in fact all she could do really was flop around in pain and make a lot of noise. as fenrir circled her, waiting for her to finish, charlise cried out a her bones shrunk and her fur melted away to reveal pale, blemish free human skin. by the time she had finished shifting again, charlise lay on the ground in a trembling mess, barely conscious and un-aware of her naked state. a pained moan left her lips as she was moved onto something furry. wait, furry? briefly, she realized she must have being laying on fenrir but instead of fighting him, she snuggled into his fur, threading her fingers through the matted mess.

as fenrir took her back to camp, charlise drifted in an out of the land of conscious people. when she was thrown onto the hay, she didn’t stir, just merely rolled until she flopped onto her side, arms strewn out in front of herself, completely oblivious to fenrir playing maid outside the tent. it was only when a touch registered in her mind that charlise’s eyes opened again, a noise of confusion echoing in her throat. she wasn’t awake enough to realize where she was, however when she looked up and saw fenrir laying next to her, she knew she’d be safe. as much as the man carried on about killing her, he seemed to be doing a lot to make sure she stayed safe and so with a soft sigh, the exhausted witch closed her eyes again and rolled over towards his body.

pressing her face into the crook of fenrir’s arm, charlise snuggled into closer to his body warmth, barely mumbling a “thankyou, alpha” before she was out, off to the land of dreams for a few hours at least before the moon called her back.

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[LUCA LIBRE]

As her face rested against the crook of his arm, Fenrir’s eyes snapped open. Her soft words gave him that warm lurch in the pits of his stomach. It was an odd lurch, something he had never felt before. It made him heat up as he pressed his front closer to her body, the crevice of her ass resting against his length. At any time, he would have fucked her even when she was asleep. Yet, the alpha was tired. The girl wore him out, and as he closed his eyes, he could still hear the laughter outside his tent. The sound of barks and teeth gnashing. It was a full moon tonight. And like any other full moon, he should be preparing for his next victim. But he had all the time in the world. There were many who came to Greyback, promising him prey, power, a place in society just to get him to threaten their enemies. He needn’t any of that. He wasn’t a house pet, nor someone who should be commanded. Hours passed, and as his eyelids fluttered open, he found the girl still in his arms, the dirt clinging to their skin as she fit in perfectly against his planes. His fingers skimmed down her thigh, once more finding the mark, before his calloused palm rested on her flat stomach. He had much in store for her. The moment she crossed him in Hogsmeade, he had wanted her. Not to ravage her like a whore, but to own her. She was to mother his little cubs. His purebred army. Yet, despite his plans, Fenrir was still a man, and as his fingers skimmed up her torso, palming her soft, luscious breasts, a low purr came out from his throat.

[PEYTON FORBES.]

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing.

charlise slept peacefully. better than she had for months in fact. werewolves were pack creatures and while she hadn’t realized it, being on her own had been interfering with her every day life. but here, now, sleeping against her alpha surrounded by the beasts like her, she slept like a baby. hours passed by but she didn’t move, her chest merely rising and falling steadily as she slept. as charlise began to wake slowly, she was aware of a hand resting gently against her stomach, it was a comforting gesture if nothing else and it bought a sleepy smile to her red lips. however the hand started to move, up further to her chest and that was enough to wake her completely.

for a moment, charlise allowed fenrir to keep touching her, caught by her confusion at the arousal starting low in her stomach. shifting a little, she pressed back into the body behind herself, wriggling her pert little ass for a moment as fenrir purred in her ear. this was nice, this wasn’t rabid animal sex, this was…wait. sex? no. hadn’t she been saying just yesterday that that wouldn’t sleep with him? realizing her mistake, charlise suddenly launched herself away from the man and crouched, glaring at him with a snarl from the other side of the tent. “the fuck do you think you’re doing fenrir?”

it wasn’t as if charlise hadn’t ever felt arousal before, she was still a living and breathing person for gods sakes but she had never reacted to it before. not like this, no. usually she had much more control. being a werewolf was bad for her. “i told you not to fucking touch me!”

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[LUCA LIBRE]

As she began to move, Fenrir merely pressed himself against her right before her ass wriggled and the feel of her skin against his length made him emit a low growl. The moment she moved away from him, he growled, a disappointed sound emitted from his lips as he sat up. Ah- she’s back. Was it weird that he actually preferred her more docile, obedient self, compared to this ball of stubborn-ness? Licking his lips, as he decided to test her memory, he moved closer to her. Crouching like a wolf, as the silver flecks danced in those emerald eyes of his, he began slowly, the desire dripping in that harsh tone of his bark-like voice, “But you seemed to be fine with it hours ago…” As he neared her, his fingers began to smoothen up her thighs, as he murmured in that sensual tone, “You were howling for more…” The look in his eyes made it seem as if they’d already had sex. “Like a rabid animal. Playful little bitch, you are, aren’t you? Eh, princess?” His lips touched hers briefly, as he grinned, biting her bottom lip before getting up, ruffling her hair.

[PEYTON FORBES.]

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing.

charlise had expected to feel disgusted with herself for touching him, for letting him touch her body without permission but…she didn’t. in fact there was a voice in the back of her mind urging her to go back for more. pushing that annoying little voice down, charlise felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as the man in front of her drew nearer. what was he playing at? the obvious desire in his voice left charlise torn, and for a moment it showed on her face. the arousal that had started in the pit of her stomach wanted to ignite at his words and she hoped to god he couldn’t smell it on her. wolves were meant to be able to smell that sort of thing, weren’t they? she could only hope he wasn’t paying much attention to her.

for a moment, the raven haired girl faltered. he was saying they’d already fucked - and she had woken up in his arms, naked. it was only the thoughts in her mind that stopped her from slapping his hands away as they smoothed up her thighs. lost in thought, charlise frowned. there was no pain anywhere in her body, especially not in her pussy and hadn’t they just gone hunting? finally, the fact that he was laying to her seemed to register and the girl made a frustrated, snarling sound in the back of her throat. “you’re a despicable cunt” backed up against the side of the tent, charlise couldn’t move as his lips touched hers, though she did try to turn her head, shoving at him as he laughed.

as soon as there was enough room for her to pounce, charlise did so, launching herself at fenrir as she knocked him over with the weight of her body. pinning his shoulders down with her hands, just like he’d taught her only a few hours ago, charlise snarled at the man, her teeth bared in a rather wolf like fashion. “i am not your bitch, i am no your princess and after tonight, you’ll never fucking see me again” once the full moon was over, she was going to run. there was no way she was going to stay in this hell hole, being around fenrir was doing strange things to her mind and body and she didn’t like it one little bit.

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[LUCA LIBRE]

The change in her emotions and expressions made him pleased for a reason. Fenrir felt sadistic pleasure at her emotional turmoil. However, the moment she realized he was lying, the tension was clearly ever so present. It hadn’t taken her long to knock him over, as his back was sprawled against the hard soil, his emerald eyes were no longer playful, instead the fury outmatched her very own. The nerve of this bitch. Her words made him cork an eyebrow at her, as he tugged her hair, maneuvering their position such that he was on top. This time, his hand pinned hers above her head, as his eyes bore down her light, hazel orbs. A scent seemed to emit from her. What was it? Was it anger? No. Well- she was always angry-yet- that scent was different. It was sweet, almost- too sweet. It came from her body, as though an aura. An aromatic perfume which made him want to fuck her where she lay. Sniffing her neck, as his nose trailed down her body, reaching her pussy, his eyes raised to meet hers. “And apparently, the princess wants this despicable cunt.” His breath touched the most sensitive part of her body, as his tongue slid against her clit, like an inquisitive pup. His eyes were on the girl, as his hand clamped hers, right by the side of her body. Once more as his head dived down, he licked her folds, as the taste of her feminine juices reached his throat. “You liked that.”The state of undress freed his primal counterpart, and as he nipped her thigh playfully, he glanced up at her. “Alright.” the low growl echoed as he moved up her body once more. “I’m giving you ten seconds headstart to run away from me…just as you are… naked. If by the end of this night… I haven’t caught you… You’re free to leave. But do know, I have enemies everywhere. And they would love to bang a girl with chubby tits and a virgin at that.” Baring his teeth in a grin, as his fingers pinched her nipples, as his tongue swiped his bottom lip.

“However… if I catch you…you stay here. With me. You will do as I say. You will be the mother of my army. You are not allowed to leave.” A toned finger slid against her cheek as he crooned, a throaty carnal growl present in his voice, “You are my bitch. You will always belong to me.”

[PEYTON FORBES.]

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing.

cursing the man’s strength, charlise snapped her teeth at fenrir as he grasped her hair and flipped her over, pinning her to the dirt floor again. she was ending up here underneath him far too often and she didn’t like it one little bit. snarling like the rabid animal she was, charlise tried to lash out at the man but found it only resulted in her hands being pinned above her head. it was only then that her state of undress began to bother her. she was laid out under fenrir greyback, naked and exposed - and to an extent at his mercy. rosier’s were better then this, they were never seen messing about with such filth. what would father say if he saw her now? gritting her teeth, the raven haired witch tried to kick out at the man, but found it impossible as he was all but sitting on her legs. “i hate you, i fucking hate your guts!”

expecting a snarky reply, charlise was a little startled when she felt hot breath against her neck. why was he sniffing her, that was not a good sign surely? oblivious to the scent she was giving off, charlise growled at him in warning, sounding more and more like an animal the closer his inquisitive sniffing got to her crotch. with her legs spread slightly and fenrir weighing them down, she was powerless to stop him as his tongue brushed against her swollen clit. it was the first time anybody had been this close to her body, the first time anybody had ever touched her below the waist and despite herself, charlise arched up for more. her cheeks burned red with anger and embarrassment as fenrir spoke and once again she struggled against his hold. “i don’t know what you’re talking about!” she denied his accusation, silently praying her libido to shut down. she didn’t want him, she didn’t.

then he was back again, licking the most intimate part of her body and despite herself, charlise grasped. she knew she was getting wetter by the minute thanks to his teasing and she tried desperately to shut her legs, wriggling her arms to try and free herself from his grasp. “fuck you!” her body was betraying her, giving away the desire building inside of her though charlise didn’t know why. she didn’t understand werewolf mating, she didn’t understand that she was of age an as such, susceptible to heat. silently fuming, charlise lay and listen as the alpha made her an offer, an offer at freedom and a chance to get away from him forever. “deal” she spat the word insttantly, not thinking about her actual chances of winning this bet before she agreed. the mention of mothering an army seemed to go in one ear and out the other as charlise started to plot.

fenrir might have been strong, but she was smaller, quicker and built for escaping. as a she-wolf, she was even faster and while she didn’t know the forest as he did, she was sure with that tiny head start she’d be able to out run him in a heart beat. hissing as her nipples were pinched, charlise turned her head and snapped at the finger trailing cheek before speaking defiantly. “i will never be yours, fenrir greyback. we made a deal, get the fuck off of me”

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[LUCA LIBRE]

Fenrir loved the way others were helpless against him. It wasn’t as if he was the strongest werewolf in all of Europe. If there was anything that separated Fenrir from most wolves, it was that determination, how easily he embraced his monstrous instincts, how even as a human, he acted more like a wolf than a normal human being. Of course, being big and muscular would slow down his movements, the noise he makes will be far louder than any wolf, distracting his prey, but he reveled in the challenge and even if he was an impatient bastard, he made sure he got exactly as he wanted. Her low growls only made his desire heightened as he emitted a low growl. Not so much fury, more curious as he began to feel the way her body arched against his tongue. The taste of her against his mouth was just perfect. It was like a meal he had never had. His eyes glazed over, as he growled at her denial, right before the juices came out, her gasping curse made him smile, as his sharp fangs were barred in an insanely ecstatic way. It wasn’t long before a deal was made.

Getting off her not before a bruising kiss on her lips, he smirked, going over to the corner where his wand lay, “We’ll just have to see about that.”

[PEYTON FORBES.]

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing.

this would not stand, charlise would not stand for this. he couldn’t touch her. lick her and leer at her like she was just some toy there for his pleasure. she scowled as fenrir grinned down at her, his fangs bared in an arrogant manner. she would show him, make him eat his words. tonight, charlise would be the hunted but she refused to be caught and bound. though her lips were caught in a bruising kiss, the raven haired girl growled in warning, jumping into action as soon as fenrir was off of her. she only had ten seconds and she needed to make good use of it. launching to her feet, charlise took off out of the tent at sprint. she ignored the cat calls and lude comments of the other men as she flew past them and headed for the forest at the speed of light, wanting to be as far away from him as possible.

for almost an two hours, charlie ran. she didn’t know the forest but all she had to do was keep moving, hopefully if her scent was all over the forest, fenrir would get confused and be unable to find her. six hours, she only had to hide for six hours and she would be free. however charlise had forgotten about one thing. the full moon. it must have been just past midnight when the witch doubled over, clutching her sides in panic as she started to shift. for as long as possible, charlise tried to stay quiet and wait out the shift. but she was still tired, thirsty and under the command of the moon. despite her best efforts, a pained howl was offered to the sky as she contorted in pain. though this shift was faster then her previous one, it still lasted almost ten minutes and was even more taxing. she could only hope that fenrir was far away, far far away from her.

when a midnight black wolf replaced the human girl on the forest floor, charlise tried to stand up, the need to run still prominent in her mind. she was thankful that with the moon’s influence at least, she would be unlikely to be such a docile, loyal, little follower as she had been earlier in the day. as the she-wolf got to her feet, she stumbled and landed in the dirt again, too exhausted to stand. this was not looking good.

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[LUCA LIBRE]

The moment she left his tent, he stretched as the sound of his neck cricking had him counting the seconds left right before he got on his hind legs, allowing his claws to sink against the soil. The growl that replaced his usual tone emitted from his mouth as saliva began to drip out. The snout that grew along with the tearing of his skin, wasn’t a beautiful sight to watch. It was going to be two hours till the full moon, and yet, as he started to change without the aid of the moon, he could feel the lunar possession on his animalistic features. His hind legs were stronger, giving him that extra spring. His eyes, sharper, extending his vision farther than normal days. He paced his tent, knowing fully well it was over the time limit that he gave her. But he knew the forest. It was his home, and he had dozens of men to aid him in this little hunt. As the grey wolf bounded out of the flap, greeted by the sight of men, halfway through transition, he sniffed the air, tracking her scent, right before his command was spoken.

The flurry of wolves, leaping in different directions made him grin that wolfish grin as he took off, finding the scent of the raven-girl. Oh- she didn’t know the temper of the moon like he did. The howl of the she-wolf made his ears perk, as he changed course for the very direction he knew she might pass, once she was done transforming. His beedy eyes searched for black,midnight coating, just as he surpassed one of his wolves. There, past the meadow clearing, she stumbled. Cautiously approaching her, he began pacing her like he did, this evening, “Giving up, already, bitch?” if she were as obedient as she was this evening, it would have been a tad easier for him. Nevertheless, Fenrir was ready for a fight.

[PEYTON FORBES.]

my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing.

silently, charlise prayed for safety as she lay on the ground, hoping that her coat helped her blend into the darkness. apparently it wasn’t enough to keep her hidden though because not even two minutes later, the imposing form of fenrir was circling her, treating her like prey. no! she would not give in this easily, she would not stay, she would not be his! despite the exhaustion plaguing her, charlise snarled at the wolf above her and slowly picked herself up, taking a moment to balance on her feet. “i am not your bitch, i refuse to be!” fenrir had more experience when it came to fighting, and she wasn’t stupid enough to try and take on the alpha, not with his size and strength.

without warning, charlise took off again, her limbs aching as she maneuvered between the trees. her tired state made her less graceful then she might have otherwise been and a few times, charlise almost tripped. her body was screaming at her to stop, to just give in as it hurt to much. there was also the issue that part of her inner wolf knew it was disobeying the man she’d recognized as her alpha only hours before, it was causing emotional turmoil inside of the she-wolf but she didn’t stop. turning to the left, charlise yelped as she ran head on into one of fenrir’s other wolves, backing away quickly as the male growled at her in warning, stalking her like prey. what the hell had he told them to do if they found her?

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[LUCA LIBRE]

The moment she fled once more, Fenrir howled. A signal to the rest of his pack. He had all night to catch her. That, in itself made him certain he would definitely be able to get his paws on her. The sound of paws thudding against the ground, and the smell of earthy wolves, made him spring off to a start, as he took the other route. She was probably going to stumble upon another one of his wolves, no doubt much was in store for her. No pack wolf dared defy their alpha. Not on a full moon. Death by pack-mauling or even having a dozen wolves feed on the traitor seemed befitting. Not tonight though, not when he initiated the chase. He had noticed the slowing of her movements, as he came closer towards the block of trees. Pouncing, as his paws pushed the black wolf against a tree, trapping her, he lowered his head to her snout, a ferocious grin to show he had the upper hand in this, “Hurts doesn’t it?” As the other wolf kept close, merely pawing the ground momentarily, Fenrir licked her snout, “Ready to become mine?”