He knew winters. Alaska was a different kind of cold. The days never seemed to end. When he had arrived escorted by some tall blond man, the sun shone brightly and he could swear it was supposed to be night time. With any case he fallowed the man through the camp, people watching him as he walked. Drago didn’t like the way these people watched him. It was like they were accusing him of something. Of what, he did not know, but the wolf knew one thing, if they didn’t stop staring they would have a reason to stair as he ripped an ear off. And that was if he was feeling kind to them.

No matter how tempting it seemed to just jump most of these…Death Eaters, Drago just fallowed the man called Sevrin to what he could only assume was the main building. Before he was brought to Alaska Drago was informed of his father’s passing. He didn’t know what Sevrin was expecting all Drago did was look back at him with cold blue eyes. It was hard to feel for a man that was hardly around. Just about the only thing that he could be grateful about that came from Fenrir was the fact that he was a werewolf because of him. Something was said about him being one of the worthy children. What was he going to be inducted into a cult made up of unfortunate bastards? Whatever he was expected to do Drago doubted very much that he would be pleased to do it.

Still he was in Alaska and entering a hall. There were other’s around, most in masks. At the center of it all was a woman, dark hair and icy eyes. Drago was told to stand back in the group and Sevrin strode up to the woman’s side. That woman was busy smacking around a poor girl. He watched her fall over, crumpling to the ground. Someone laughed. Drago sharply turned to the person who had, a low growl forming in his chest.

Drago was far from the nicest person. He rarely pitied anyone. This girl though, she was frail and young and it was just pathetic to be kicking her around. She was already chained and clearly obedient. That girl didn’t question or fight as she was yelled at.

When asked who would volunteer to take the thin girl back to her prison Drago stepped forward. The woman looked him over and with a very well told him to fallow the hallway down. Drago nodded and stepped to the girls side. Taking up her arm so she could stand up straight. He could hear her body aching, screaming for food. Why would anyone treat someone in such a manor?

“Come,” He spoke lowly and started to lead her down the way that he was told, away from the group in the main room. This girl would be very pretty if she were allowed to eat.

He wasn’t sure why he was summoned to this place but so far he was not a fan of the people here. They were cruel. Drago was mean yes, he would snap and fight, but he would never kick a wounded girl when she was down. Even when the full moon rose proud in the night sky and he changed from a man to a wolf his hunts weren’t cruel. He wanted a strong game, something that would fight back. What the dark haired woman up their found enjoyable about breaking this frail thing was beyond him.

It could be that he was someone new that made a glint shine in her eyes. Maybe she could tell that he wouldn’t take her by the wrist and roughly drag her down the hall way like Drago was sure that some other people here would. With how ley laughed when she was kicked he could easily imagine that they would trip her as she stumbled along the stone floor. He wanted to rip them all apart with his teeth for it.

Drago held onto her gently, making sure that she could find her footing as they made the way down the hall. His eyes lingered on her thin tattooed fingers, before looking back in front of them. Now he didn’t care why he was here, he mostly wanted to get this girl away from these people. Naturally the only way that came to mind would be to kill them all and run. Somehow Drago felt like that was the worst option.

She spoke up and he looked back to her. “You are welcome. “ He replied , taking the time to look over her face some more. “What is your name?” He then asked. There was a chance that the girl with the pretty face hadn’t spoken her own name in some time. Drago had a thought that there was a chance she didn’t even know her name anymore. That woman in the thrown could call her something demeaning instead.

It was hard for Drago to feel much for most people. For the most part people were just part of the lay of the land. Like grass. It was there, served a purpose but was not something that anyone took a second look at. This woman hit a soft spot for him. Drago wanted to protect this girl.

As he looked at here she was frail, sad, but not despite. He could see how she wanted to get away, and out of this place but was not looking for pity. Drago wanted to believe in the strength that he felt in her. With a belly that was empty bruises on her body and a collar around her neck it was hard to see.

It took a while for her to answer his question. That meant all his assumptions were right. He didn’t think it was sad for her as much as he felt it was sad that these people were keeping a girl as a prisoner. What in all the world could this girl have done to even deserve this. Even if she were healthy she would be small. There might have been a fire there but Drago didn’t feel that she was some wild thing hell bent to destroy powerful wizards. They could be shaping someone like that. It could have been vengeance he was seeing kindle behind her eyes.

Fiona. Drago nodded with another glance at her. “It is nice to meet you Fiona,” perhaps being just raised by his mother had made a soft spot for woman in Drago. Or she could have been triggering some wolf instinct that no one else had yet. “I am Drago.” He then introduced as they neared the end of the hall.

There was a row of rooms, small and empty. He did not like these people. To fight against them now would be a mistake. In his head he was formulating a lan, obviously he was there for a reason. Stay close with them and then when the full moon came and he was the form he felt most comfortable with. Strong and wild. He would rampage through the camp, show them that being cruel and spitting and kicking a the weak was never a way to conquer.

“They keep in a place like this?” Drago didn’t sound shock, there really wasn’t much in the way of emotion in his voice. He was trying to figure out a way he could get her out. If he was going to stick with his idea just smuggling her away with him back to Germany or Whitechapel was not the brightest idea. All this scheming was honestly making his head hurt. Drago wasn’t dumb but planning wasn’t a thing he commonly did.

Drago studied Fiona as they spoke between each other. Her emotions would flow over her face. It wasn’t like a normal person. She seemed confused by his simple phrases. Not in the didn’t understand it way, more in the nostalgic way. Drago could see that there was doubt. He couldn’t blame her. The last time she probably heard those words it was fallowed by a slap.

The werewolf found no need to do such things. Fiona had done nothing bad to him so he had no reason to do bad to her. Those that held her captive might have been week minded unneededly cruel people, Dargo held himself at a much higher standard. He had to. The fights that he were in, if he had no moral code multiple people would have been ripped apart. Especially when the full moon was near and he could feel it pulling at his veins and raging in his blood. Those were the nights that people lived but barely.

She pointed out the cell that was her’s. The cold room that this girl called home. He stood there with her still held steady by his arms. The question was not something that Drago was expecting. Well he was possibly the first person who had been kind to her for years, so maybe he could understand where the curiosity came from.

“Sort of,” He answered. “I was born in Germany. My time is split between there and England.” Germany would always be home, England just seemed to be a place he needed to be.

Fiona walked to the door, strong enough now to stand on her own and tug open the door. He followed her, walking quietly into the room. There in the center was a heavy mettle ring. That must have been what her collar was locked to when she was in here. He looked around the rest of the room. She had nothing.

Instead of locking the leash to the ring, like he was sure they expected, he pulled the door so it was almost closed. Drago walked back to the center of the room and then sat. He wasn’t going to touch Fiona, he wanted her to talk with him. He looked up at her as a silent invitation. If she chose this time to try and run he would let her. Fiona would be no prisoner of him, he had no reason to lock her to the floor.

These conditions were not something that any living thing should have to deal with. Cold stone floors, wet stone walls, a raggedy moldy matrass and a pile of string that was a far cry from a blanket. All of that and they still felt the need to lock her to the floor. Whatever worth she was treating her in such a manner would surely just drain it all from her and sooner rather than later.

Pretty, he would never really call much pretty, besides a woman with eyelashes that fluttered and legs for days. “I guess it is, there green fields and plenty of celebration during the summers.” Festivals were never his cup of tea. People would flood the streets with song and drink. Those songs that would ring down the ally ways and keep him up all night. Drago didn’t like crowds, he didn’t like when people got sloppy drunk, and he didn’t like the dumb songs they chanted with slurring mushy tongues. To some, though it could be called a good time.

Fiona stepped into the room and looked around. As soon as Drago started to pull the door so it wasn’t wide open she changed into that frightened doe. He watched as she froze, looking at him with scared eyes. So much she assumed he was going to do to her. What would it be this time. It was like those words were crossing behind the glassy pupils. What would she have to endure?

Nothing.

Drago would do nothing to this girl. She pushed herself to the wall with frightened words that dropped and shook from her lips. He sat and watched her.

Please. Don’t.

So much pain in those words. It almost broke what ever he called a heart. His face didn’t show it. Dargo looked down at the floor and then at his legs crossed in front of him and then back up at Fiona. “I’m not going to do anything to you.” His voice was softer, still the harsh edge of his homeland on it. “Sit, I just want to know you.” It was supposed to be a question. “I will not lock you to the ground, or hold you down. I want you to be Fiona, not whatever they call you or want you to be for them.”

He could hear the thud of her heart beat hitting against her rib cage. How it didn’t rattle those fragile bones of her’s he had no clue. Maybe he should have been more vocal about what he was doing. With soft words instructed that he was simply giving them privacy form the prying eyes that were around these halls. It would be safer if no one saw him being kind to her.

Drago was not afraid of someone trying to raise a hand to him. They would die for such a thing. He was more concerned about what they would do to Fiona. These were people who would punish her for simply speaking back to him. How dare she smile.

It was like she was stuck in this limbo of wanting to believe that he was just sitting there. Nothing was going to happen. The years of being stuck in this box told her different. Could she ever really trust anyone. Hell really she should trust him. When his inner beast was let out no one was safe, even if he did care.

Something was clicking in her head as she looked back at him. Fiona was not afraid to make eye contact. That was what seemed to sooth her frantic heartbeat. Drago had no idea why. He had never seen this girl before. He would like to think he would remember such a face.

Her words were timid, but she sat across from him and pulled that disgusting blanket around herself. That didn’t really cross his mind before. The length of her mistreatment taking away everything that could have been her from before. Maybe she had never really been free her whole life. Or at least not sense she had been small. Those memories fragile and distant.

A smile did curl up at the ends of his mouth when she said she could try. “Tell me anything. Things that you miss, or that you want to try. Or even tell me the Fiona that you want to be.” One day she would be out of this cell and one day she would have to figure out who she was.

People often underestimated Drago. He wasn’t the tallest or the biggest, but he was fierce. He gave into the beast that was inside. The instincts that came with it was his compass. He would fight with fists and teeth. He never did anything unless it was worth doing. Talking to this girl and figuring out who she truly was felt like it was worth doing. It could have been that thing that pulled so many of his kind to a pack.

He could see that she was tired. Not just form the darkness around her eyes. She was tired of being scared too. Possibly of this life? Of being herself? He didn’t want her to give up because that would mean he couldn’t have her near. This was odd. Why did this pull come form her. Why this fail girl with the tattoos. Whatever reason Drago could feel it in his gut that she was worth saving.

It took a while for her to start. Drago didn’t mind. He would much rather be in the stale room with Fiona than back in that room with those cowards who called themselves Death Eaters. The crewel woman who sat on a throne. It was a pitiful throne as much as Drago was concerned.

Simple facts were good. Hopefully it meant that she was getting comfortable. There was a possibility that she trusted him. He tilted his head when she mentioned black outs. What came after that was even more interesting. “I am sorry for your family locking you away.” He never had to deal with a mental hospital. Of course he grew up in a community that knew that men turned into animals. His own father was one of those men. He could only guess that she was born to muggles.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” Drago had no idea if she would believe him. To go from being stuck in a white room to being chained to the floor, there was no reason she could think that she was anything but cursed. He was still a little hesitant to even say what it was that she was capable of but this was hardly the first time he had heard of black outs and seeing things.