Remus had been snappish all day. Perhaps it was all the guilt building up. The situation with all the new werewolves made him so angry it hurt. He’d never wish this curse on anyone, and now there were a lot of new wolves to care for, some of whom seemed to be in deep denial. Not only that, but there were a bunch of older werewolves who’d been used as weapons, and he couldn’t leave them alone either. Of course they weren’t really his responsibility, but he felt that they were. Then there was Verity. His stomach clenched when he thought about her stuck in that hellhole for her first transformation, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. And then there was the guilt at having to leave Teddy for a few days each month.
All of that in his head, and he was ready to climb up the walls. He spent part of the day setting up a tent at the warded land given to him by the minister. It wasn’t much, but it would do until he could build a proper lodging there. It was stocked with tea and blankets, for the morning after. He was very British, after all. Once that was all done(really it had only taken an hour), he came home and... did nothing. There was nothing TO do, so he paced, getting more aggravated as the day went on. So thank Circe Mel contacted him when she did.
He was on her in less than a minute when she walked in. Who could blame him when she wasted no time, appearing to him half naked, her clothes scattered about the house. His hands were already cupping her ass and his mouth was in her neck, growling into the skin. “Mmm you look amazing,” he muttered against her flesh. He pulled her into the room, shut the door, and pinned her against it, kissing her deeply now. “How did you know this was exactly what I needed?”