There was another werewolf in the room. Specifically, snuggled right against him. But the werewolf that was Remus could tell that this cub was his cub. And it was his duty to protect his cub at all costs.
Lowering himself onto his hind legs, Remus began to sniff Angela as a werewolf cub. To memorize her scent, he sniffed behind her ears. Then he rubbed it affectionately to show his cub that he was still aware of her. Shuffling forwards, Remus positioned himself so that he could lay his head over Angela's smaller body in a protective position. No one was getting near his cub.
Remus's snout sniffed the air to ensure that there were no humans in the vicinity and, seeing that there wasn't, looked down at his cub.
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the moon is not shamed by the howling of the werewolves;
Fanfictionwhen Angela transforms into a werewolf, her mother throws her out of her house. With only the address of her father and some money for the road, Angela goes on a journey to meet her father. Will he like her? Accept her?
