Rejected

Chapter 2: Return

4 years later-somewhere in London

Derek P.O.V

I waited against the wall in a hidden alley as Jasper worked the streets. Suddenly a rush of footsteps drew my attention to the alley mouth. Jasper came tearing around the corner and slammed into me. "Derek, someone's coming. They smell strange." I sniffed the air quickly before cursing "Wizards. And by the electrified scent, their light wizards." "Cane we go?" "Yes, let's go." I wrapped my arms around him and apparated us to our home in an abandoned warehouse. "You're back?" Lycan asked looking up from his motorbike "What happened?" "Wizards." I said simply, pulling Jasper with me into the warehouse. I dragged him after me as I made my way towards the study where Spencer would be. Knocking twice, I pushed open the door and pulled Jasper inside before slamming the door shut. "What happened?" Spencer asked looking up from his work. "Light wizards." I replied letting Jasper go as he raced into Spencers' chest. "You alright?" "I'm fine. Jasper, on the other hand, is terrified." "Don't wanna leave." He mumbled quietly, he lifted his head letting us see the tears in his eyes. "No one is going to take you from us puppy." Spencer said softly "He's right. No one is going to get within 10 feet of you without our explicit permission unless it's one of the pack."

Spencer P.O.V.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. Pushing back the ragged locks as I waited by the floo for Derek to step out. All too soon he had come through the fireplace and we set off down the hall. I watched as Lord Malfoy gestured to the empty sofa. "What brings you home Spencer?" My father asked from his place by the fire. "I come seeking a safe solace father." I replied "I also heard you are in need of people to back your decisions." "Like?" "Werewolf laws." "What do you know of werewolves?" I turned to see Fenrir Greyback glaring at me. "I know about werewolves becasue I am one." I snarled "Take a bath, wild mutt and maybe you'd smell it." "You smell of Potter." Severus snapped. "I know not of who you speak." I met his gaze calmly "The only person I smell of is my mate, Jasper M.S." "What does M.S. mean?" I turned my eyes to the younger Malfoy who was fidling with a locket around his neck. "It means that you share some of the qualities he does." I smiled crookedly "Such as that locket you have." "Someone has the same as me?" "Yes." Derek suddenly cleared his throat. "Not to be rude or anything, my lord, but shouldn't we get on with this meeting. I don't like leaving my mate alone at times like this." I immediately nodded and turned to my father "So, what shall it be." "Yes. But I'd like to sort out a truce with this Jasper boy." "As long as Derek and I can be there." I met his gaze "Jasper is our mate and it's been a difficult day." "Light bastards." Derek muttered. "Very well. You may be there. But NO influencing his decision." "Like we would." Derek shuddered "Damn boy'll make his sleep on the couch......or in an actual dog house."