The snow was settling outside, beyond the estate’s walls as soft singing was heard with vocal howls with it. The small strange ‘family’ as some would call it, was waiting for the blizzard to pass. The man that sat in the large embroidered black chair was shirtless, dark black slacks covering his fit legs while his well formed body was hardly showing hair along his skin. His eyes were closed, shielding his blue eyes from the fire’s flickering light. His hands rested along the arms of the chair, his nails well groomed. His facial hair was trimmed, a small golden brown goatee along his jaw and lips. His hair was longer than usual, slicked back, looking black in the light. Adjacent to him, was a woman, resting on the couch, a slick and beautiful black dress. Her hair was much wilder than her partners. Black with various lighter brown tints to it from the fire. Her eyes were vivid and watching the three pups along the carpet, looking up at the moving photo of the man’s mother who sang to them. She would glance over at him, wondering what he was thinking.
Scott Rosario was a proud man, one of pure wolf genes. His mother, bitten by his father, was a witch and passed it on. But his pride as a wolf, he never once voted to join Hogwarts. Instead he lived his life without magic, and never let it surface. He learned control to hide away his magical properties, only letting the wolf shine on the outside. He fought like an animal, thought like one and lived his life every day to every moment. He was a wild man, crazy and very insane. In the darkest moments of his life, he had been tortured, raped and almost killed. He took everything they threw at him and grew stronger, colder and more lonely. Once an alpha to a large pack, he left his post and stayed in his estate after his parent’s death. His mother was his only company, aside from his brother whom became a wizard more and less than a wolf. It was the changes he noticed, when he met a certain female.
Scott’s eyes opened, glancing over to meet the dark green eyes of the woman who stole his heart away. He didn’t smile; instead he wondered why she was staring at him. Most females would shy their eyes, but not her. She held his stare with an equal glare. After a few moments, he just smirked at her.
Bellatrix Black, renown for being a Death Eater and lover of knives. She would often stay with her sister Narcissa. It was until the meeting took place where Scott and she crossed paths. Scott was going through one of his moments, muttering nonsense due to his schizophrenia. Their meet was brief, degrading him which only wired him up. She had never see someone able to take the crutacious curse so well and actually beg for more. His smile was still in her mind as the memory focused in her thoughts. She had attacked him, biting him even. How he laughed and tormented her. It was after that day, that she couldn’t get that man out of her mind.
When the full moon came, she witnessed everything he was. The beast within, able to hold and sustain a beautiful composure and never bite her once until those few hours when he took her beneath the moon. Their conjoined hate and love for was laid all on the table that night. And out of it, came three little pups.
Both of their eyes darted to the three furballs that rolled and played with each other. Two beautiful girls, their fur pitch black and the single boy that was often quiet unless he was separated from his sisters. He was the leader of the pack, a strange and quiet demeanor that Scott often smiled about. The larger of the females was rambunctious, and often reminded Bella of herself with random outbursts, often biting at her mother’s hands or father’s ankles. They were the only ones to test their father’s limits. The last one, the smallest one, was quiet and resembled the omega of the three. Neither parent worried for their children though. Scott had high morals when it came to family, and though one may week, they are never to be left behind. It was something that Scott took time to train Bellatrix in understanding.
After hiding her away when he changed her from Voldemort, Scott began to see just how far he had fallen for this woman. Their attentions were all taken when the large grandfather clock chimed. Scott slowly moved from the chair, standing and giving a stretch. He glanced at the portrait of his mother. She just smiled at him. He then turned and began to walk out the back. Bella got up and followed behind, the three pups trailing behind their parents.
Once outside, the blizzard had settled and the snow was covering the rose bushes and contents of the garden outside. Scott glanced at Bella who began to strip her clothing, the chilled air making both of their bodies seem to steam from the extra heat. Scott stripped his pants and both adults let the moon cast down to shift them into their bestial forms. Five black wolves were standing along the porch as one, with several white and grey streaks along his neck fur, took the lead. The pups jumped and followed as the female picked up the smallest and carried her along the snow. Once at the forest, Bella released the small one and they went on to play in the snow. Not once, had the two touched, not once had they shown affection. Just moments after the moon was high and the stars were shinning, Scott went to her, nuzzled into her neck and nibbled it gently. She growled back, snapping at his ankles. He only would growl back and nip at her more as they began to push their body weight around, wrestling and fighting gently. The pups stopped to watch their parents.
Scott continued to give hard advances but Bella kept him at the edge, snapping and biting him back, prancing off some feet as he chased her down. It was when she jerked back suddenly and tackled him down, taking him by surprise and biting at his muzzle, looking at him straight in his amber eyes. He snarled and shook out of her hold, rolling out and standing. Both of their tails wagged a little as their noses touched some. A silent understand, a show of affection. Bella licked at his muzzle some as he only nipped at her ear and then ran off.
It was time for the hunt, and once again Bella was left with the pups. Scot ran to the outskirts of his own territory, meeting up with other pups that ran along the bordering pack as they greeted him with nips and barks, only to shy them away and do his marking. After that, he went hunting for a deer he was easily capable of taking down himself. Gorging and eating his fill, he ripped it apart to drag back to his mate. He stopped a few times, checking for intruders.
She sat down, listening to the babes wrestle and roll with each other in the snow. The bristling wind ran along her fur. She wondered what caused her to change, to want to be part of this. Was it the power he showed her? The capability of always having control? If her family saw her now, they would think of her as nothing, much like her cousin Sirius. Scott was something she had never run into before. Though he was not in tune with his magic, he was something that no one could control. Wild, insane and completely hers. Even his one night stands with other females, it was she that he always went back to and rested with. She was the one he would kiss. The one he would hold. Their affection was mostly in battles, and she would constantly snap at him, not able to help her outbursts.
The way she was, he simply encouraged it. Wanting to always see the wild side of the witch he fell for. She kept him on his toes, and he loved it. Every bit of it. He wanted to share his world with her, show her everything he had.
Bella’s ears twitched, hearing the forest around her and the rolling and yipping of her children as they played. Her eyes were set on the darkness, waiting for her wild man to return back to her, bloodied from the hunt.
He always did.