Harry Potter Fanfiction Werewolf Remus Recognize Harry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"But it's never too late for dancing!" Harper glanced up at the clock. "No, I can't dance. It's almost twelve, so I will refresh my makeup inside the bathroom." Right as Harper was about to leave, Julian grabbed her hand, and he didn't show a sign of wanting to let go. "Why don't you stay? You already look gorgeous." Discomfort hit Harper. Julian was squeezing her fingers, and when she tried to pull back, she realized he was stronger than she thought. Despite his goofy appearance, he definitely was a male werewolf, one with alpha blood coursing in his veins.

This scream was much higher, and his body filled with fear. He ran toward the sound and couldn’t believe his eyes when Lola transformed right in front of him. His throat went dry when he looked at the massive red wolf whose ember eyes seemed to stare right into his soul. At that moment he knew where he had seen those eyes before, it flashed right before his eyes: the image of him pushing the Fire Wolf baby into the river.

the vampire hissed, climbing on top of Arthur as if to pry open his neck protector. "Let me go! Damn you!" Arthur struggled. Suddenly, a small black puppy came sniffing around. It leaped onto Arthur’s chest and began biting the vampire’s hand. "Argh! You wretched pup! Get off!" The vampire went to choke the small creature, but something incredible happened. The tiny dog transformed into a massive human figure who immediately seized the vampire by the throat and slammed him down hard. Boom! Pow! Bam! Infuriated, Drex pummeled the vampire without mercy. Arthur scrambled up, staring in disbelief that the "puppy" he had been chatting with was actually a Lycan. Seizing the opportunity, Arthur gra

Zayden stepped into me, not touching yet but close enough that I felt it. Not just the man. The wolf. For the first time since I stepped into Stromhaven. he wasn’t holding it back. It wasn’t buried under control. It wasn’t fighting itself. It was there. and it recognized me. not as a complication. Not as a solution. as his. The bond reacted instantly. Not sharp. Not violent. Inevitable. My wolf answered. Without hesitation. Without permission.

He said as I sighed heavily looking out the window as I tried to pick the scent. “Okay, what’s wrong?” I heard mum’s voice on the other side of the phone. “Remus” He said, “Find him and bring him back to the hospital. I will be on standby,” she explained as I furrowed my eyebrows. Remus? “Okay. But there’s another problem” He turned, looking at me as my heart reached. Why the fuck did they just call that wolf Remus? It wasn’t even a wolf. Lycan’s don’t fucking have horns nor do wolves.

"It's werewolf magic - thought-talk. Quit yapping; I can't hear her." Remus fixed me with a steady stare, his voice grave. "The prophecy's real. You're back." Romulus squirmed, nuzzling my chin, licking at me with a rough tongue. "Rub my head! Behind the ear!" I set them down, sinking to the grass beside them, my fingers finding Romulus' ears. He flopped over, belly up, whining like a pup. Remus snorted, disgusted. "You're a disgrace, Romulus. Shaming our whole ancient line."

She had never smelt something as horrid as that before and she wondered what it might be. "What's wrong? What's the matter baby girl?" Remus asked. "There's something strange going on here." She said, Remus looked around, his wolf senses immediately picking up any signs of dangers. He failed to get anything at all which was quite odd because his wolf never failed to alert him if there was danger anywhere. "I can't get anything... Are you sure baby?" He asked. "Yes... I mean, I think so. There's something strange going on here." Sylvia said.

"You're scaring Mommy, baby. I'm really scared, so if you could just wake up for me…" Before I can finish the sentence, Harry's eyes snap fully open. For just a heartbeat, they look completely normal, like the same warm brown I see in the mirror every morning. But then they flash, bright and unmistakably golden, the exact same color I've seen in Jaxon's eyes when his wolf is close to the surface, when he's about to shift. The recognition of what's happening hits me hard. My breath catches in my throat and I don’t have a second to process what I just saw because Harry’s shrieks once again cut through me like a serrated blade.

The way he nibbled his lower lip and glanced down at my mouth made me very aware of his gaze. I kept my hands to myself, however, as I nodded and said, “I’ll try but I only know a handful of other werewolves and never met their packs so I can only tell you what I know and not all of it might be accurate because I have nothing to compare it to.” “Then… start with the moon magic shit,” Rem said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and with some fluster. “That would be the same in every pack, right?”

So he just marked me with scent and put me in his hut until he would find his nerve. Imagine being so big and powerful, but being too nervous to claim a mate. Most would just mark them without any consideration, but Remus was a rare and genuine wolf. He had heart and conscience, and much respect for me. I will never find another Remus. We remained here, in our own little world, for a week. Remus was fading quickly, and despite his threats through the link I did not leave him. It wasn't in me. As badly as I hated to see the others die, he was the one that devastated me. He became colder, and his pain increased. I gathered every herb or salve I could scavenge, and blanket too. I laid against h