Dyfed was now a bit ahead and reached the other Alphas as Harry reached his designated spot. The full moon was low in the sky but it lit the field in a brilliant light that bled colours away but everything was clearly visible. Harry waited watching the Alphas and Greyback for several moments before Mac, Alpha Male of the Brotherhood, stepped forward.
"Members of the Packs of Albion, the change will soon be upon us! Tonight shall determine who is the superior, Fenrir, Alpha of the Greyback Pack or the upstart rogue called Harry." The words were insulting to Harry and indicated siding with Fenrir. But Mac kept talking.
"Once the upstart is dealt with, then we, the combined Packs of Albion, shall hunt! Let all of Albion tremble with fear of our hunt!" A shudder seemed to pass though the biker Pack leader. That shudder was mirrored by all of the other werewolves save Harry.
"The change is NOW!" Mac roared even as his body started to morph.
Even for Harry there was something frightening to watching nearly two hundred werewolves changing at once. Harry made his own change and then watched as Greyback completed his own.
The transformed Fenrir Greyback was the closest thing Harry had seen in a werewolf to his own form. The older werewolf was slightly taller but with sparser grey hair rather than the think black fur pelt of the Beast. His head was also close to Harry's form but with long blackened teeth that seemed to jut out in odd directions. It was intimidating to look at but not too practical for eating. But Harry guessed Greyback was only really in this form once a month.
Harry's brief period of observation was ended as Greyback completed his change and with a roar charged the younger werewolf.
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The attack came in low and vicious.
The older werewolf went from a standing start to a full out sprint in an eye blink. He dashed forward on all fours leading with his jaws aimed at Harry's lower leg going for the tendons. It was a classic wolf tactic.
When Harry moved out of the way, Greyback swung a taloned claw in a slashing move. Harry dodged the blow, grabbing the wrist and pulling with all his might. Greyback's momentum threw him off balance and allowed Harry to score his own slash on the Alpha's ribs. That momentum then threw Greyback to the ground but he was up in an instant and turned to prevent Harry's approach from the rear.
Many of the werewolves howled at the sight of first blood being drawn. The wound was not enough to hinder Greyback but it was embarrassing for the Alpha.
Harry smashed into Greyback's chest lifting the older werewolf off the ground. One hand grasped the feral werewolf by the throat and slammed him down to the ground hard. Harry moved to slash Fenrir's throat but the dark wolf lunged his head forward to bit down hard on the Beast's foot. Harry howled in pain and for a moment instinct took completely over.
The Beast's jaws snapped down on the exposed throat of Fenrir Greyback. With a vicious wrench the powerful jaws and wickedly sharp teeth shredded the windpipe and blood vessels. Another wrench ripped the very flesh from the Greyback Alpha's throat.
The Beast stepped slightly away and glared down at the fallen form of his enemy. Then he turned his blood soaked jaws to the sky and let out a howl of victory - and a particular anguish. The Beast had killed and in the most personal way possible. For a not-quite fifteen year-old boy this was a defining moment.
The surrounding werewolves released their own howls. Howls of victory as an opponent Alpha was slain and a new one rose. Howls of loss as a pack lost their Alpha.
The Alphas converged on the Beast and the fallen Greyback. Harry backed off slightly at their approach as he prepared to fight again if necessary. The Alphas took turns sniffing the body After sniffing the body each turned and kicked their legs back sending dirt spraying back at the body. The final Alpha, Harry suspected it was Ian, paused and urinated onto the dead Alpha before kicking the dirt back. Harry suspected this last was a final insult at a fallen enemy.
The Greyback pack observed this with some furry but the numbers against them and the looming arrival of Fluffy in the centre of the circle made up their minds. With final barking snarls, the disgraced pack ran from the circle and into the night.
Moony approached the Beast and made a submissive gesture indicating his renewed acceptance of the Beast as his Alpha. Then surprisingly Fluffy moved next to him and repeated the gesture. The watching Alphas seemed to accept this further break with tradition of the Marauder Pack.
The Beast now moved forward to face the Alphas. On some unseen but sensed signal, the Alphas turned as one and led the combined Packs of Albion out into the night to hunt.
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