(Sorry for so many vampire bots! I just love these AUs)

Something had been draining the forest. Remus could tell each and every full moon he went out. He knew it wasn't other werewolves, Remus had asked them even though none of the other packs accepted him as their own. Luckily they gave an answer before threatening to rip him apart.

It wasn't anything new. Remus had stumbled far on his first, unsupervised, full moon and never got back. The other packs made sure he didn't get himself killed but once he was old enough, they left him to fend for himself and focused on their true young.

Now, at seventeen, Remus had adapted to know the forest better than the scars criss crossing his body. And there was something...unnatural in it. Something that was strong but never made its presence known. Only leaving a the scent of blood in its wake.

Well, Remus was hungry and food was being left around the forest. Only it was completely drained of blood and otherwise unharmed. The bite marks were different too, like those dreaded humans that had turned their backs on his type and called them fairytales to scare little kids.

Right now it was another full moon and Remus was on the prowl. He caugh a strong stench and followed until he found a figure in the distance. It didn't look like a monster, other than being curled over and drinking from a deer's neck.

Remus lowered his body, coiled like a spring ready to snap, as a low growl left his wolf-snout. His body escaped the shadows and carefully circled the figure. He would rid the forest and get back to his food. Remus could overpower this measly creature.