Remus' cub was laying beneath his head, with her own head in the crook of his neck. Remus gently lay down himself and rested his head over Angela's body to protect her while she slept.
Unusual thoughts were flying through the werewolf's head. There was one about protecting his cub at all costs and another was anger towards Remus' old mate. The human-woman had hurt his cub and Remus had been able to tell that Angela had been hurt because as soon as they had both transformed, Angela had become carefree and open: the opposite of her attitude as a human. And if someone hurt his cub, they would pay.
Thinking is something that werewolves don't do and soon, Remus felt his eyes slide shut from the effort of thinking about hurting the mother of his cub. He relaxed and shut his eyes, sinking into a sleep which was filled of dreams about him and his cub bounding about a forest, free from prejudices.
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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?
