"You took me from breakfast early and you're still not telling me why. Come on, sister," Fenrir complained as he and Dahlia walked beside the lake with the sand and stones with Akio and an Auror by the name of Abernathy watching them. Tonks had yet to switch onto her shift. It was slightly cold and being beside the lake wasn't helping for the wind and Fenrir preferred to be on the other side of the castle with the fire, music, soldiers and of course, food.

Dahlia found her brother amusing and said, "you've still not wondered why Tonks isn't here".

Fenrir stopped pacing in front of the lake and glanced to the Auror and shrugged, "they're Midgardians, I don't know their mindset".

She slapped his shoulder and he laughed at her strength and his teasing as she said, "half Midgardian right here".

"And I'm hungry so why am I here?"

"Are you ever not going to think about food?"

He hummed and answered, "currently I have no other worries, training isn't until later and I don't have to worry about the Asgardian scum anymore and we are all back together again...so no, at this time of morning with no other worries, I will not stop thinking about the wonderful food you have taken me away from".

She rolled her eyes and sighed, "drama queen".

"Drama wolf," he replied with a smile.

She looked to the ground smiling but when she looked back up, she lost it slightly as she bit her lip and said nervously, "Tonks isn't here because she's bringing a friend. Remus Lupin. He's the werewolf you asked to meet".

Fenrir froze and then ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath as he paced. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Dahlia nodded and answered, "she sent me a letter late last night saying she would bring him here today. Most wizards are afraid of werewolves, so I told her to meet us here seen as everyone would be having breakfast or lying in and thanks to the weather, students won't be coming down by the lake. Fenrir, he's a good man, he's the one who taught me the Patronus charm that has saved me several times, he means well, and he did not choose to become a werewolf. Besides, he and Tonks are in love with one another and still haven't admitted it to one another, so I would really like it if you didn't go crazy and kill him in front of her when you see him," she quickly smiled.

He didn't smile back, however, as his head went down and he growled slightly and when he brought his head back up, Dahlia had to restrain herself from taking a step back as she saw his green eyes turn red and his claws and teeth come out slightly. He shook his head and moved back as if he had no control over the change and placed his hand onto a large boulder to steady himself as he clenched his fists. Dahlia went to step forward, but he held a hand up and growled, "No".

"Fen-"

"He's close, I can smell him, I can smell the blood of the village, twisted and tainted".

"I'll tell him to leave," she said and took a few steps away.

"No," he growled again, "I need to speak with him".

"Fen, look at you. You can't control the change, the alpha wolf inside of you is telling you to take revenge on a man who didn't do anything to the village but just so happens to have their blood in his veins".

She saw his shoulders go up and down as he was taking deep breaths for a minute or so and she was about to walk away to tell Remus to leave immediately but she saw the claws slowly disappear and he turned, his teeth and eyes had returned to normal. He still had the look of sadness and animalistic fury in his eyes, but he said, "like you said, I'm the alpha wolf. I decide when I change, not my instincts".

She couldn't help but smile at the restraint her brother had as she truly did question whether he would be able to control it since he spent one thousand years in that form and it did have much more control over him than his human form did. Thankfully, he gathered control just in time too as Tonks and Lupin then came out of the tree line. As usual he was wearing shabby set of wizard robes that looked damaged in certain areas and he looked ill and exhausted. Dahlia wasn't surprised as she knew the full moon was approaching and he could already feel the pull of the moon.

Dahlia glanced between the newcomers and her brother to see her brother stiff but there was no sign of the wolf emerging. She smiled at the newcomers and said, "Lupin, nice to see you. Remus Lupin, my brother Fenrir. Fenrir, this is Remus Lupin".

It was clear that both werewolf and wolf took a deep breath as Remus held out his hand and Fenrir shook it. A minute of silence passed by before Tonks thought it wise to interrupt, "so, how about you two talk and we..." she pointed to the castle

"Good idea," Dahlia said and turned her back to them as she walked backwards to look at her brother and she mouthed, "no killing".

Fenrir showed no indication that he would listen as Dahlia didn't understand how strong the urge to kill Lupin was. How strong the feeling of unity was when it came to a pack. The feeling of knowing what your paws were like in the ground, feeling the magic flowing through every living thing, running through the forest as one with the sun and moon shining down on you.

Dahlia and the others left, Abernathy looking thankful that he could leave now that Tonks was there. An awkward silence passed between Fenrir and Lupin, even after they left, as Lupin looked nervous at meeting the wolf legend and something inside of him urged him to bow which felt weird. Fenrir stood stern, almost threateningly, which he knew wasn't the wisest thing to do if he wanted to get the truth from the abomination of a wolf, even if he would be a fool to lie to him.

"Do you know who I am?" Fenrir asked, almost seething.

Lupin opened and closed his mouth for a moment before he answered, "Fenrir. Dahlia's oldest brother".

"Your kind killed my own wolves, slaughtered their village and experimented on one of them to create this abomination you call a werewolf. My blood went into making those wolves, now you have my blood and the blood of a child in you because of those experiments. I want you to tell me everything about werewolves, especially about this man naming himself after me, Fenrir Greyback, and if you lie to me, I won't hesitate in killing you. Do you understand?" Lupin in shock could only nod at the threat. "Good," Fenrir said, "now, tell me about this Greyback fellow, I'm not a fan of people naming themselves after me to make themselves feel superior".

Lupin gave a slight nod as they began to walk away from the lake because of the wind and said, "Fenrir Greyback is, perhaps, the most savage wizard alive today. He believes it is his mission in life to bite and contaminate as many people as possible. He wants enough to overcome wizards. He specialises in biting children, he says to bite them young and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate wizards".

"How young?" Fenrir questioned.

"I was four when I was bitten by him, I've heard of others bitten around the same age and I've heard of rumours of children younger, not even out of their cribs, but I've never met them. If he has a specific victim in mind, he positions himself purposefully in close proximity with the victims on the night of the full moon to ensure he bites them. There is a potion, Wolfsbane potion, that helps ease the symptoms of turning and allows werewolves to retain their minds, but it is expensive and hard to make so almost all werewolves don't have the use of the potion. If given the choice, I still don't believe Greyback would take it as he loves the feeling of the wolf taking over. So much so, that even through the months, he retains physical similarities".

"In what way?"

"Physical appearance, he's a large man, vicious looking with mattered grey hair and whiskers. He has pointed teeth and long yellowish nails, almost like claws. You'll be able to tell who he is if you see him, he's not ashamed to hide himself. He loves being a werewolf so much, loves the taste of innocent blood and smiles when you mention his kills or those he turned. He is working with Voldemort now; he and his men believe in a better life for themselves under Voldemort's rule. Wizards hate us, despise us because they fear what we become once a month. We are shunned and discriminated because they think we pose a harm in human form, it's hard for us to get jobs and especially since the Ministry brought legislations in against us. Greyback just makes it worse by teaching the young he changes that all of this was put in place, all of this behaviour is unjustified, that he only attacks and tells others to attack because of how the Ministry and other wizards are. He doesn't show them just how savage he is until he has already brainwashed them".

A moment of silence passed as Fenrir thought about how they were treated, and it wasn't very different from how he was perceived since the prophecy was told. He sighed, "How many are there?"

Lupin shrugged and answered, "I'm not sure. I'm not particularly liked in either community. I grew up in the wizard community, went to Hogwarts where very few knew what I was and that caused hate between the werewolves and I as that's what many of them were denied. Those brainwashed by Greyback believe I am a traitor".

"You said he takes them and raises them, yet he didn't take you. Why?"

"Because my parents didn't throw me away," Lupin said bluntly, "once a child is infected, there are many parents who pretend their child died and hid them, some take them somewhere secluded and abandon them. Then sometimes Greyback comes to claim them and they let him take the child because they want nothing to do with it. My father insulted Greyback, said he deserved nothing but death, after he was released after being on trial for the death of two children. He took his revenge by coming to our home on the next full moon and after he turned, he broke in through the window of my bedroom and bit me before my father managed to drive him back with spells. My parents took me to various healers but there was, and still is, no cure. I think my parents, especially my father, felt too much guilt to get rid of me like any of the others. It wasn't publicly known what I was, so Dumbledore made special accommodations so that I could come to Hogwarts".

Fenrir stopped walking and hit the side of Lupin's arm to stop him, so they turned to face one another as Fenrir asked, "Is that why you follow him? Is that why you joined the Order?"

Lupin hesitated in answering as he first joined the Order almost two decades ago and a lot had happened since then, he had lost a lot along the way. When he answered, he said, "I joined straight out of Hogwarts. Voldemort was hurting people, destroying lives, we were so young, we thought we could help but we didn't know what we were doing. We went from spells in the classroom, to having the killing curse thrown at us like it was nothing...I don't know if Dumbledore's acceptance of me swayed my decision to join, but I don't know why I really wanted to join. I guess I just wanted to help, to..."

"Be useful, to have meaning in a world that hates you," Fenrir said when Lupin stopped talking and the werewolf looked surprised at the answer, as if that was his unspoken answer. Fenrir shrugged slightly and said, "you're not the only being in the universe who is an outcast and has people that hate you and have never spoken a word to you, simply because of who and what you are".

Both wolf and werewolf just stood staring at each other, both with a new understanding of the other. Fenrir only minutes before wanting to kill the werewolf and a part of him, the wolf within him, screamed at him to kill him, rip out his throat and slaughter his whole kind like they slaughtered the village. Then a part of him listened to Lupin and could hear the pain and sorrow of what being a werewolf caused and the hint of anger as he spoke of Fenrir Greyback and what he turned him into. That part of Fenrir wanted to kill Lupin a little less and sympathised with him and could relate in a way.

Fenrir sighed and nodded his head in the direction of the Forbidden Forest and said, "follow me".

Fenrir began to walk away while Lupin stayed put and said, "to the forest? There are dark creatures in there. Why?"

Fenrir looked over his shoulder and answered, "no creature will come near you while you're with me. Come, I want to tell you your history, how you werewolves truly came to be".

In utter curiosity Lupin followed him, wanting to know how the werewolves came to be but he was still cautious over the creatures in the forest, especially since he heard that some had become quite unfriendly and unnerved since Voldemort's return and the beginning of war.

Thankfully, they didn't have to walk far into the forest before Fenrir stopped walking and sat on a large tree trunk that had fallen. Lupin looked between him and the way they came in, still seeing part of Hagrid's hut showing just how close they were. He quickly assessed the area around them to see if there was anything they should be worried about when he looked in the direction that Fenrir was looking in and saw the wolf pack just walking around the trees, both young and old wolves.

"I've never seen them so close to the forest boarder before," Lupin said as he sat on the log beside Fenrir.

"Yeah," Fenrir said with a smirk, "that may have something to do with me". Lupin looked at him confused so he answered, "evolutionary affect, works all across the universe. Stems from predator and prey instincts from when people had to hunt for food. Don't look so surprised, everyone has been through an era like that, your realm just happened to be the latest. Your body tells you when you're around a predator, you may not think it but something inside of you tells you something is wrong. Like when you're around a killer, even if you don't know what they are, sometimes you can have a response, something inside of you that tells you to run. When you first saw me, what did you feel?"

Lupin opened and closed his mouth not knowing how to describe it.

"You wanted to show respect, you knew you were inferior and that you would lose in a fight," Lupin only gave a slight nod, "don't feel ashamed or embarrassed, many are like that. It's the wolf in you, telling you who I am. I am the alpha wolf. Everywhere I've been that has wolves or creatures related, I'm able to command. Some try to fight against it, but their instincts tell them not to even try and fight me, even when I was a child. The wolves here sensed I was here and moved closer to the borderline in case I summoned them...we're connected, you, I, them, do you know in what way?"

Lupin answered, "there are those who believe these wolves are the product of two werewolves conceiving on a full moon but..." he shrugged.

"You don't believe".

"They look ordinary, not like us when we change".

Fenrir hummed, "that would be down to genetics. These wolves here are the product of werewolves but my side of your creation interfered and turned them to wolves. They are never able to shift to their human counterparts, but I asked around, they're intelligent and less violent than the average wolf and that's because they have a more developed mind than normal wolves. I can still sense that they come from werewolves, that the part of you that made you a wolf is in them, but it is weak and is barely there. The wolves before us are generations from the original werewolf pups".

Lupin frowned at the look of fascination on Fenrir's face as he stared at the wolf and said, "you've mentioned genetics, your genetics playing a part in werewolves, experimentation, your blood and the blood of a child in my system. You said you would tell me the story of how werewolves truly came to be".

Fenrir nodded as he rested his elbows on his knees and linked his hands as he said, "more than a thousand years ago. My brother and I are one of a kind. There're shapeshifters all across the universe, my father is a shapeshifter, my sisters can probably shapeshift with their magic, but for us it's different. We were born, and we could instantly change into those forms and keep them for as long as possible. Most shapeshifters have a time limit on how long they can hold it for, how long they can concentrate and how much magic it takes. For my brother and I, it's as easy as breathing. We prefer to stay in our wolf and snake form, it feels more natural but as a child, it becomes lonely. My brother didn't mind so much but as a wolf, you want a pack. My family are my pack but it's not the same as a wolf pack...so my father brought the three of us to Midgard, here, because we were being taught about the realm and that's when we met them. The village that worshiped the wolf, they felt that the wolf was one of the animals that was a perfect representation of nature. Loyal, protective, aggressive, pack orientated, you get the picture. My father was already a man of legend, a god to them but they hadn't heard of us quite yet, so it was a shock when they met us. Eventually, with the help of my father, a little help from my sister Hela already being named the goddess of death, and with my blood, I was able to give everyone in the village the power to shapeshift into wolves".

Lupin's eyes went wide, and he exclaimed, "you turned them into werewolves?"

"Never," Fenrir exclaimed back and pushed himself back, so his arms weren't rested on his legs, so he could stand and within seconds, Fenrir turned into his wolf form. Lupin gasped and did all he could not to fall back off of the log at the shock of the giant wolf before him and thankfully, Fenrir changed back just in time. He sat back down and said, "I changed them into wolves, like me. They weren't as big, but probably bigger than the averaged size wolf you have today. Changing was as easy as breathing and they loved it. I watched as it was passed down through a couple of generations as I visited, then the prophecy of Ragnarok happened and I was locked away...my brother was banished here though, and he saw them, and they recognised him and protected him. A hundred years passed then the village was slaughtered".

"By who?"

"I do not know a name yet, but my sister Hela promises to introduce us when I go to Niflheim," he smirked thinking about what he wanted to do to the man. He added, "they killed all of them because they wouldn't share the secret of how to change into wolves. They never accepted any outsiders into the village and didn't tell anyone, but this wizard found out. He was probably fascinated how a village of non-wizards could transform into wolves so easily and not like the average wolves either. They refused to help him, so he came back with reinforcements and killed them all...but one".

"A child," Lupin said as it began to piece together, "you said experimentation and the blood of a child".