the_debt_of_time

Tonight was the night that made that moment in the future possible. Tonight, she
would become one of Remus's own kind.
Pack.
The memories cleared from her mind as she noticed Padfoot slowing down ahead
of her. She inhaled slow and deep. So many scents lingered in the forest that it was difficult,
at first, to pick through them. She smelled a nest of birds in the trees above her and a herd
of thestrals a mile behind. Somewhere in the far distance, she could smell the sweet
lingering scent of a unicorn and its foal. She could smell Prongs moving around the small
clearing; if she focused her eyes she could see him straight through the trees.
Finally, just up ahead, she smelled something wonderfully familiar: parchment and
grass.
Moony.
And something horribly recognisable: blood and sweat.
Greyback.
She closed in on Padfoot, silently slinking beneath his bear-like frame and hovering
around his giant paw, rubbing the side of her cheek against it as a silent way of letting him
know that she was there, she was okay, and she was ready. She felt his confirmation when
he breathed down against the fur of her head.
Moony was flat on the ground, whimpering softly, gold eyes looking up as the large,
grey, matted wolf hovered over him dominantly. Stiff-legged and tall, Greyback was much
larger than Moony, who, in the shadow of the Alpha, looked like a cub in comparison.
Greyback growled, teeth bared, his hackles bristling, and his tail high as he leant down
trying to pin Moony further into submission—forcefully nudging the younger wolf's snout
with his own to push his neck to the side.
Moony was struggling, and Mia knew it was because of the Wolfsbane. Remus was
in there, and he was fighting back even though she knew Moony would feel the need to
submit to his Alpha. Moony let out a soft growl when Greyback pushed him again. As
punishment for essentially speaking against his Alpha, the grey wolf viciously bit at Moony's
flank, tearing his teeth into flesh.
Mia's eyes widened, and she went to move forward to attack, but Padfoot's mouth
around the scruff of her neck prevented her from doing so blindly.