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“Are yeh gonna help me out, or just gonna stare?” Fenrir grumbled from his spot on the ground. He’d get up himself, but he couldn’t actually move. In fact, he couldn’t feel his legs. He looked down the line of his body, there was nothing noticeably wrong with his legs, just the fact that they wouldn’t respond to his commands.

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Lord Voldemort paced the sitting room of the manor. It was rare to catch him in such an agitated state but if there was one thing he hated it was waiting. He felt as though he had spent too many long years of his life waiting, biding his time and he had never been a patient man. Checking the time once more he frowned, the wolf should be here by now. Was there perhaps a flaw in the plan? No, there couldn’t possibly be; The Dark Lord had thought it out to the last second, there was no way it could fail. And yet... 

“I haven’t fucked any blood traitors recently~”

She didn’t understand why she was here, or how. She remembers getting grabbed and then everything goes black. Her dark eyes scanned the room, seeing the man, she tries to shrink back against the wall. Could it be? It couldn’t be him... The wand made her think of a wizard, but she remained quiet, until he asked her a question.

“And now what?” @darkestmccn

Remus’ breathing was heavy, he was hanging on through sheer stubbornness and adrenaline himself, the clear path of red behind him highlighting in one dark footprint after another in the bright snow. Last night had been...a mess. A hand went up to his face, wiping some more blood from his nose. Something truly horrifying had taken hold of the wolf, and he did nothing to try and contain it— brought him back, though, to the days with the packs. This was different, though, and that bloodlust which was so unfamiliar to him, which set his stomach churning like a boat in a storm, still remained.

He could finish him off, here and now. He could do it.

Instead, he stayed silent- slowly, sluggishly, pulling his wand from within his robes.

He then held up his hands and took half a step back. He wasn’t tehre to pick a fight, or as a direct threat to the wolf’s pack. Dolohov knew better than that. “nothing yet. I just wanna mae sure you and your people are - safe.” Loyal. even if infiltrated.