Fenrir laughed the woman's attempt at bravado. "Insane, are we? It is your mate who borders on insanity. What happens to him at the full moon? He is nothing more than a beast who would hunt and kill any prey who came into his vicinity, including you. Whereas my mate and I could walk through Hogsmeade on the full moon and harm no one... or everyone, depending on what we want to do. He fights what he knows he is. If he just accepted it, he would see what magnificence awaits him."
He leaned back against his mate when she came up behind him, feeling a low sense of lust grow when he felt her skin against his.
"It is because she thinks she is better than us," he said to Natasha. "Because she is human, she thinks she is better than a werewolf. Makes you wonder why she stays with such a lowly beast as Lupin. Perhaps she likes being superior. She is a Black through her mother after all and they do like being better than all in their vicinity."
He smiled cruelly. "Or maybe she just has a taste for being taken by one of us." He stepped forward and pushed the woman's robes aside, pressing his body against hers. He bucked his hips and ground his growing erection against her. "Do you like being taken by a beast, do you? Does he claim you like a male should with his mate?" He grabbed her jaw and forced her head back and to the side then licked a stripe up her neck, tasting her sweat, her fear, her defiance, and finding them to his liking. "Perhaps I should give you a comparison? If you like a taste of the beast, you'll love what I can do to you."