He could almost smell the rage that came from Billie the moment that he mentioned her boy. Of course he understood her anger. Drago had found fiona being kicked to the ground. He had to lock her to a cold concrete floor. He might not have known Billie well, but he didn’t need her to go through seeing her mate treated that way. Nor did the boy deserve to go through torture.

Some people thought that loving a werewolf was blasphemy. They would rally against loving magical creatures. It was ridiculous to assume because he changed at the full moon it meant that he didn’t know how to love. Because of his lycanthropy Drago felt love stronger than any normal wizard could imagine.

“They owned her.” He practically growed the phrase. Drago was just going to nod. Let Billie believe that their situation wa the same. He didn’t want to jeopardise any part of this mission. He didn’t need the blood of his siblings on his hands. Being honest with her meant he would have a strong ally. No matter how uncomfortable it was to have another alpha around, Drago needed Billie, and Conri and all the other Greyback’s around the globe. “She had been a slave of theirs. I agreed to free her. They think I continue the abuse. They would kill her if they knew.”

He looked at Billie, the pain and fear of losing Fiona evident. Drago didn't like feeling vulnerable. For Fiona’s protection, he would do anything. He had no real idea what would set the Death Eaters off and have them stealing Fiona away from him. If he failed to get the army they wanted they would take her first. And then they would no doubt torture him before finally taking his life.

Drago shook his head. “No.” One think he knew was that the Death Eaters needed them, why else would they even give Billie two chances to say yes? It was no comfort. They were unreasonable people. Drago suspected after they helped they would just get weeded out too. All the half bloods amongst his siblings slaughtered. He just needed a big enough group behind him before he could revolt as much as he wanted to rip out every single Death Eater throat during the next full moon.

“Listen to them for now.” It pained him to say it. “They want me to track down everyone I can, get them to join. Then branch out to other packs if we can. They might be killers but the Death Eaters are meticulous when they want someone. I’m sure they have information on every werewolf in the ministry files. No won’t be a good enough answer for any of them.”

Drago was probably exactly what someone would expect for a sun of Fenrier. He had been a Slytherin with no question. Drago was quiet and brooding and fairly rude. He fought for a living and relished his lycanthropy. The one redeeming thing he had was saving Fiona from her cell. Drago would fight tooth and nail to keep her out of that small cold room and safe.

As nervous as he was to admit where Fiona came from it was relieving to do so. Billie seemed to understand. He was hoping if anything that he was building some sort of respect with his sister. She had no real reason to believe that he wasn’t trying to rope her into something dangerous. Being hunted down by Death Eaters would be worse than just working with them for now. all her friends, family and lovers would be slaughtered in front of her before she was put down.

Drago was hoping that they would at least be able to come together for this. Get their siblings to side with them. Of course Drago had his priorities. Fiona was his number one. And his choice would always be her over the distant sibling that he had.

“It’s about numbers.” He spoke. “And secrecy.” The Death Eaters were watching him carefully, he knew that. They would accept nothing but obedience. The fact that they had made sure to seek out and list the those close to his siblings was proof of that. They knew what made people week, and that was love. So that is where they attacked. “They can’t think that we would ever try and turn on them” He was keeping a watch on those who passed by them. It would be detrimental if his intentions were overheard by some spy the Death Eaters had lurking around.

He glanced over at Billie. “That is what we are to them, just dogs who kill.” in Hogwarts he knew she had been a hufflepuff and it was safe to assume that she had a much kinder heart that she. There was a good chance she had too kind of a heart to really fight like she needed to. Drago just hoped with the right motivation she would be fine. “That is why they want to build a pack to fight for them. “