the_debt_of_time

"Excuse me? You think... you think it's my fault that Mum's sick?" Remus asked
in disbelief. It was one thing to blame his condition, but to blame him specifically for her
catching a flu?
"She's always been a bit fragile, and the stress of... It's been a hindrance to her
health. The constant need to move did not help in the slightest."
Remus could feel the stress flowing off of his skin in pulsing waves. With every
beat, he felt Mia's grip on him tighten. He could not think clearly enough to remind her
that if he lost control, she would hardly have the ability to subdue him. Instead, his focus
and anger were directed entirely on his father. "And that's my fault?"
Reeking of liquor and shame, Lyall scowled, wiped his sleeve across his mouth and
mumbled, "Well, if you hadn't gotten yourself bitten."
"I was four!" Remus shouted, drawing the attention of a few passing Healers.
"Remus.. ." Mia whispered.
"I was your son, and it was your job to protect me. That's what a father does. If it's
anyone's fault it's yours for provoking the werewolf community!"
Lyall narrowed his eyes. "Defending them now? Defending the... thing that killed
my son?"
"I didn't die! I'm right here! Don't you dare accuse me of defending that monster."
Visions of a bleeding Greyback in the Forbidden Forest flooded his mind. He knew
logically that he and Greyback were so different, and now that he and his pack had
conquered the vicious werewolf, even if only temporarily, Remus was Alpha now!
"A monster just like―" Lyall began but suddenly found his voice missing.
Mia dropped her wand, having apparently cast a Silencing Charm, and turned to
Remus. "My love, you need to calm down."
Remus wanted to pull away from her, but then he watched as she purposely shifted
her eyes amber, and Moony was drawn to the colour as though briefly hypnotised. He still
wanted to unleash the monster within, but lust and dominance had been thrown into the
ring in order to fight against rage and bloodlust.
He used the distraction to try and push the wolf back into his mental cage,
anchoring himself with Mia's touch and scent. His breath began to steady just as she looked
away from him, pinning his father with a glare.