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He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 9 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 10 (word count: 18.5k) -updated May 31st

“Big mistake alpha. Now your precious little human will end up just like the ranger before her.” 

Harry felt his fangs slice through his gums as his rage built at James’ words. He pounced across the opening. He’d kill the fucker. Rules be damned. He could explain afterward. He wouldn’t let Y/N be hurt or threatened.

Only his stride was halted when two of his men were holding him back, claws unsheathed, “You’ll need to come with us, Alpha,” Roland spoke to him calmly but his growl made it known that they were ready to shift in a moment’s notice.

Harry growled back and bared his teeth, “Get your hands off of me right now.” 

He jerked his arm away but then saw two more of his pack standing at the helm, ready to tackle and detain him if needed. Harry could probably take them. For a moment he paused thinking which of them he’d kill first but then he saw more of them. Their eyes shining, stances tight and prepared. 

Pulling his fangs back in he closed his eyes and realized he wasn’t going to be getting out of this one. He had no choice or they’d likely kill him. Because if Harry did fight, he wouldn’t stop until he was dead. He’d either kill all seven of them or wind up dead himself. But it wasn’t just himself anymore, no. He had Y/N to care for, and if he wasn’t there then who knew what James would be capable of, issuing such a threat. He needed to stay alive if he wanted to get back to Y/N. To keep her safe.

*

Y/N had a lot on her mind when she pulled up to Harry’s new house.

Atop of Irina’s eerie recount of the legend behind the preserve’s name that she couldn’t shake off for some reason, there was also the small revelation about Eddie that she’d remembered. Had he lied to her about him running off? Eddie wouldn’t do that. Would he? And she couldn’t shake the small tingle of having missed something, a rush of awareness. 

Golden eyes? 

But pulling into the drive she noticed that his usual car wasn’t there. He mostly drove his G-wagon around but the only car parked at the front was one of his convertibles. Had he gone out?

Walking to the front door she felt she already knew the answer. Ringing the doorbell and then peeking through the small glass rectangle at the top she didn’t see anything, so she tried the knob. Locked. 

Putting her bag down on the porch she walked around to the back. This felt very much like when she was snooping around his cabin. She didn’t like the feeling she had one bit. She opened the tall gate to get into the back garden and looked around, hoping her gut was wrong. Hoping that he was here like he said he’d be and maybe just in the backyard reading or something.

Empty, aside from the birds that were oblivious to the sudden concern she was feeling. Trying the back door she got the same response as the front. It was locked.

She went back around to the front porch and pulled out her cell phone to call him. Maybe he was on his way back with groceries or something. 

But he didn’t answer. 

Sighing, she sat down on the bench and decided to wait. There could be a myriad of reasons for why he wasn’t home at that moment or why he wasn’t answering right away. She’d give him some time.

After nearly 45 minutes of waiting for him, she decided that instead of being concerned, now she was a little upset. Dialing his number again resulted in the call going directly to voicemail. 

She stood up and grabbed her things. She’d already been through this with him before. Him not calling her back. Suddenly going dark on her. 

She was quite relieved that she still had her apartment to go back to, and hadn’t just agreed to move in with him on a whim, like he’d wanted her to. If she had to sit in his big house waiting for him she’d feel even worse.

*

It was completely dark by the time she got home. She had to stop and pick up a few groceries because her apartment had none. She hadn’t stayed at her place since before her work trip and so she knew her fridge was empty. 

She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was just about to happen. That someone would jump out from behind her car. She felt like she was being watched. Followed. But nothing was amiss that she could tell. Walking to her apartment with her keys between her knuckles, ready to fight back if needed, there was no one around. No sign of anything out of the ordinary.

Perhaps it was just that she was already out of sorts with Harry not calling her back. Not being home like he said he would be. The first time he’d done it was when he had her watch Eddie and he’d gotten sick but was just at his apartment the whole time and then he’d done it again when she was away on her work trip. She had co-workers and a busy schedule to distract her when she felt a bit upset over it. But now? Not being able to reach him for a third time in their, so far, very short relationship? 

She couldn’t begin to think too deeply about it all. Her mind immediately wanted to assume he was with someone else or doing something he shouldn’t be. More secrets. More mystery.

She attempted to eat dinner but the thoughts of what Harry could be doing were making the idea of feeling hungry impossible. She had been hungry. When she left work and shot off a quick text to tell Harry she was headed his way she was ready for something to eat. 

Tossing half of the food from her plate into the trash she checked her phone again. It didn’t even look like he’d seen her text. Going into her bathroom she looked around at everything. The bathroom wasn’t in bad shape after Eddie had wrecked her apartment, but even it had been redone and repainted. Every room she went into, every piece of furniture was a reminder of where she wasn’t and who she wasn’t with.

Suddenly she had an idea. Maybe he was at his old apartment. There was a chance he still had it since everything happened so fast, so maybe his lease wasn’t up. He had no reason to be there, and she figured it was a wild goose chase but she wanted answers. Wanted to know if perhaps he was there. It was late but she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t at least try.

*

Standing in front of the apartment door she took a deep breath before rapping her knuckles on the wood. 

When she heard movement and then the clicking of the door lock her breathing halted and she felt a jolt of relief, of hope, and then of dread. Why was he there… Who was he there with?

However, as the door swung open, standing there was a sleepy Niall wearing cotton pajamas and messy hair. His eyes widened when he realized who it was knocking at his door.

“Niall?!”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. Uh… Is Harry here?” She asked looking behind him into the apartment. The lights were off. He was clearly sleeping before she arrived.

“No. Uh. It’s just me here.” Niall scratched the back of his neck and looked up at her before realizing his manners, “Would you like to come in?”

Nodding, Y/N walked in and looked around. It looked exactly the same. All of the furniture that Harry had was still placed around the living room in the exact same spots, “Why are you here?” She turned and asked him. It was all very odd but she felt something click into place suddenly without him even needing to answer. She recalled the picture of Niall on the dresser and how now, in this moment, with him standing in the living room as he turned on a lamp, this place felt like him. Like Niall. The medical books, the knick-knacks…

“Oh… uh- well that’s because, um… I needed a new place. So, I am, uh… taking over the lease. Yeah, and it just worked out perfectly,” he laughed nervously as Y/N eyed him suspiciously.

“Really? Interesting…” She wanted to comment more about that knowing he wasn’t being honest with her but her immediate concern was Harry. “So, I know this may sound a bit overly dramatic but I don’t know where Harry is. I was supposed to see him after I got off work today. I got to his new house and no one was there. I’ve called him and nothing. And now it’s hours later and still, I haven’t heard from him. It’s just… not like him.” A lie. But he didn’t need to know she’d been through this before with him. “So you don’t know where he is?”

Niall cinched his brows together in thought. It would be very unusual for Harry to not be somewhere he said he’d be. Especially when it came to Y/N. He knew how the alpha felt about the human. So now, Niall was concerned as well.

“I haven’t heard from him today at all actually. Umm…” he pursed his lips before continuing, “So, what time were you supposed to get to his house?”

“At 8. He said he’d have dinner ready for me when I arrived.”

“Hmm… And when was the last time you saw him?”

“This afternoon. We drove back from his uncle’s this morning and when we arrived at his house I left right away so I could make it to work on time.”

Niall sat down on the couch and rubbed his palms over his face, “That doesn’t make sense,” he spoke quietly, mostly to himself but Y/N heard him.

Sitting down next to him on the couch Y/N wondered if Niall did know something. His response to not knowing where Harry could be was concerning. She half expected him to joke about how Harry was probably fine or something. But Niall seemed actually concerned. 

“Do you know something, Niall? Anything? Is there something going on I should know about?”

Niall shook his head and kept his eyes down toward the floor, “Nah. It’s probably nothing.” 

There it was. The response she expected of him at the beginning except now it had come too late and she’d watched the way he responded initially. 

“Then why do you seem so concerned?”

Looking into her eyes Niall tried to feign confidence in his words, “Oh… I mean. I was just tired and I was sort of out of it. But you… he’s fine I’m sure.”

She could see right through him. Niall was a terrible liar. She smiled and patted his knee before standing up, “If you say so. But will you please call me if you do know something or you hear from him?”

Niall stood up and nodded, “Of course, Y/N.”

*

Niall had insisted on driving Y/N back home but since she’d driven there she really didn’t want to overcomplicate things. She assured him she’d be alright, and was extra careful on her way back inside her apartment at such a late hour. Part of her had grown used to being in Harry’s presence, feeling safe and protected, she’d naturally let her guard down. Now that she had to be on high alert by herself again just emphasized his absence.

Before finally crawling into her bed she dialed Harry’s number once more. Just in case. Her nausea built the moment the recording of his voice chimed through the receiver, his voicemail reminding her he wasn’t picking up.

Where the fuck is he?

Sleep didn’t come easily. She imagined every bad scenario in depth. Everything from him cheating on her with someone prettier, to him being dead in some kind of rival mafia fallout. 

She really didn’t think he’d cheat on her. That one was hard to believe given their great chemistry and satiated libidos, but her vulnerable and sensitive brain allowed her to imagine it as a possibility. Rationally, she didn’t see it. But lying in her bed by herself in the dark bedroom, that no longer felt like her own, she let the images eat her up. 

When her brain and her body were too exhausted to stay awake any longer she dreamt of dark figures with fangs and thick dark fur, glowing golden eyes, guttural rumbling growls. Violent scuffles. Howling.

She shook awake, her eyes blinking open at the sounds from her dreams. The howling was so real. So close to her but the moment she sat up, chest heaving there was nothing but stark silence. Darkness. 

She looked at the clock noting that she’d only been asleep for a few hours. She was sure she wouldn’t be able to lie back down and close her eyes again so she got up and checked her cellphone, hoping against hope that Harry’d called her or texted her, but nothing. 

During her hours awake, as the sun crept up and began to filter through her windows she contemplated going out to his cabin in the woods. She knew of the dangers and all the reasons she shouldn’t but what if Harry was out there? Hurt? No one to hear him or to help him.

But she’d seen how well he navigated the forest firsthand. It was very unlikely that he’d found himself in such a predicament, and she was fairly certain that he’d have told her if he was going to the cabin, seeing as how that would’ve meant he’d had to spend the night there when he was expecting her back at his place when she got off work.

She would give it one more day. If she didn’t hear from him by the end of her shift that day, she’d make a plan to go into the woods and search for him even if she was putting herself in danger. Her mind wouldn’t let her rest until she knew where he was, even if it meant checking off all the possibilities one by one.

Y/N’s shift started at 7, and she felt like she was a walking zombie. She didn’t bother to shower or eat even. Her stomach was a ball of nerves. She just hoped that her work day went by quickly and that Harry would be waiting for her after in one piece. 

But when she arrived she found it odd that Tom’s car was there. He’d been the one to relieve her last the evening before as he took the overnight shift. Why is he still here?

Walking into the station she heard a few voices speaking from the small break room area. The hushed voices suddenly stopped when they heard someone walk in.

Her superior, Charles, popped his head out from the hallway, “Oh. Hi Y/N,” he said as he looked behind him to indicate to whomever he was speaking to who it was that arrived.

Y/N immediately noted the odd behavior of Charles. The odd circumstances of Tom’s car being out front when it shouldn’t be. Something was going on. 

Just then Nick and Lindsy entered the station behind her and she turned to see them but Nick didn’t look her in the eye as he walked past. Lindsy only gave her a weak smile.

“Great- everyone’s here that I need,” Charles spoke, “Y/N? Will you log into the computer for me? Some news has come to my attention by everyone here,” and at that moment Irina and Tom walked into the room, standing with their backs to the hallway. “And I’d like you to show me something.”

She couldn’t figure out what it could be or what he was talking about. 

Sitting down at the chair as everyone stood around her she logged into the system with her username and then turned to look up Nick and then Charles.

“I’d like you to open up the tracking system,” he gestured toward the computer, “and then open the log of every animal you’ve entered that you’ve tagged with a chip.”

Her face went numb as her heart ravaged her rib cage. Her skin prickled with mortification.  She suddenly understood what this was.

But how did they…? Irina. 

Irina had to have said something about how she entered Eddie into the system after chipping him. Y/N hadn’t told anyone else. She looked over her shoulder at Irina who looked back at her with a scary grin on her face.

She swallowed and turned back to the computer, taking a deep breath and trying to calm her shaking hands as she pulled up the system and then her file with everything she’d logged.

“Thank you. Now, will you go to your second entry, the first one you did once you got your badge?”

Clicking the line, the page opened up with very few details about the wolf cub she’d chipped.

“Nick, I’ll let you start since you were the first to see it.”

Nick began his story about seeing Harry with the odd-looking pup. That looked too much like a wolf pup to be a coincidence. Then Tom confirmed that story. Stating how he’d also seen the man with the pet, that shouldn’t have been a pet. Clearly, a wild cub stolen from its mother or perhaps even abandoned.

Then Irina stepped forward. She leaned her bottom into the edge of the desk and looked Y/N directly in her eyes as she spoke, “Yesterday, Y/N told me about how she first met her boyfriend. He was in the woods with the wolf pup and that very night she chipped it. I checked the logs after she told me and confirmed it. I saw the history of the movement from the tracker into the forest in various places, which was normal but then back here again, and if you look at the dates, the night before we left on our weeklong training trip the wolf cub was here all night. With her and with her boyfriend. I don’t have proof that the boyfriend was here all night, but Lindsy told me that when Y/N arrived that evening to relieve her from work, the boyfriend was with her and then the following morning he was still here, wearing the same clothes.”

Lindsy cleared her throat when Irina looked at her, “Yeah. Um, he had the pup with him. That’s the first time I saw the pup and when I tried inspecting it, because I had a feeling it was no ordinary pet canine, her boyfriend interrupted me because he knew I’d find something. That this was no normal pet. I mean. I didn’t think much of it but Nick and Tom started talking and it had me thinking too.” Lindsy looked down at her fingers. 

Irina continued, “So we’ve surmised that Y/N has given this wolf pup to Harry to keep as a pet. Which is against the law. Not only that, she didn’t notify the vet the following day of the chipped pup so it could be looked over and then safely returned to the wild. Y/N hasn’t been here much longer than I have and if she’s already giving away wildlife to friends then what other weird games would she be willing to play with vulnerable creatures she’s meant to protect?”

“Is this all true Y/N? I’ve got four people corroborating on a story here and so I’d prefer you just be honest with me.”

Y/N sighed and looked at Irina. It was her who’d told. She had trusted her too.  

She shook her head and turned to look at her superior, “No, that last part is false. When I first chipped the pup I didn’t know what breed it was. I also didn’t know Harry at that time, and…” she huffed to calm her nerves, “There’s no way I would give a wild wolf pup to someone under any circumstance!”

“How did you look at that pup and not have some inkling that it wasn’t a domesticated puppy, Y/N? And why did you even chip it if you thought it was his pet? Your story doesn’t make sense,” Nick spoke again. This time he looked at her in the eyes.

She had essentially been cornered with the questions. She couldn’t explain everything without getting herself into more trouble, “I was just trying to help. I know I shouldn’t have chipped the pup and I made a mistake with that. He didn’t have it chipped and it was a favor, but now I see that was a bad idea. And the pup is so well behaved I just didn’t feel there was any way it wasn’t domesticated. I don’t know. Okay? But I promise I would never take any animal from the wild to give to anyone. And Harry seemed to really be taking good and appropriate care of Eddie and-” She stopped when she said his name and felt tears burn from the backs of her eyes. “Irina has made up the part where I did anything to harm any animal. I would never–”

“But you should be able to recognize that the wolf cub wasn’t a pet. Correct? You’ve been trained for this Y/N,” Charles spoke.

Y/N nodded and wiped her face. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

“And where is the pup now? It appears to be outside of our range.”

She would need to lie once again, or at least omit the full truth, “I don’t know exactly. Harry’s family has a farm and the pup is there now. It’s a good place for him to be. But I don’t know exactly where.”

Her superior nodded, “It’s just hard to believe your story, Y/N. We have a wolf cub, identified as such by multiple trained rangers that’s been chipped but vital information has been left out of the system. That’s a red flag. And now the cub is suddenly out of range and these are the things we look for when it comes to wildlife trafficking. And because of that simple fact, and your co-worker’s corroborating stories of seeing said wolf cub and determining that by a single glance, they could tell, I’m going to have to let you go.”

The last part of his sentence hit her like a brick to the gut. She’d lost her breath and felt dizzy. She’d worked so hard to get where she had. Her job was the most important thing to her. Years of training, schooling, hard work, and sacrifice- all out the window because she hadn’t followed protocol when she knew she should have. Her intentions had been good but she didn’t follow the rules.

Gripping her hand over her stomach she couldn’t hear Charles’ next words as her vision blurred with red spots and her ears muffled the noises around her. The only thing she could see in that moment was Irina looking back at her with a smirk as her eyes glowed in luminescent gold. Y/N blinked her eyes to compose herself but when she opened them back up the gold in Irina’s eyes was still vivid. She hadn’t imagined it. Suddenly the gold faded back to her eyes’ normal brown shade, staring right into her own. Looking around the room to everyone else she realized no one else had seen it. All eyes were on her and Irina had done it on purpose. 

Standing abruptly from the chair, the wheels at the bottom allowing it to roll into the wall behind her, she put her hands on the desk to steady herself before looking at the door to exit. She needed to get out of there. She’d never been so angry, hurt, and humiliated in all her life. And Irina’s eyes had given her yet another shock on top of that.

“We’ll take care of the exit paperwork and have it ready for you to sign tomorrow. I’ll need your badge before you leave.”

A small sob left her mouth when she heard him tell her to hand over her badge. It was like her whole life was coming down around her, crushing her and holding her hostage to what was happening. She didn’t deserve this but she wasn’t totally innocent either. There was nothing she could do to change the circumstances now. 

Removing the badge from above her breast pocket, she held it in her hand for a moment. Her badge was something she was proud to have. Had never been more proud to have anything in her life. She had certificates and degrees, but nothing meant as much to her as the badge. 

She handed it to her superior and looked at him, wanting to plead with him but she couldn’t. She didn’t have the words she needed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow when she returned to sign her exit papers she’d have a speech ready for him. She’d convince him one on one that he should keep her on. She’d take a suspension, but to be fired? It was devastating. She couldn’t accept it. 

In her car, she reached into her purse to pull out her cell phone. Still nothing from Harry. Nothing at all. As angry as she was at him, as upset about him going dark on her, she still wanted him there. Wanted to talk to him and have him hold her. Tell her everything was going to be alright. If she had Harry then it would be better. But as it was, he hadn’t yet read her text or called her back. 

Wiping her face and taking a deep breath she started her car and began her drive back to her apartment. She considered stopping at Harry’s to check if he was there but she’d do that later once she could wrap her mind around what had just happened at work. Just as she was a few minutes from her apartment her phone rang but she couldn’t safely get it while she was driving. A moment after the call cut off from voicemail she heard her phone chime with a text. 

Now her heart was pounding even more, thinking it could be Harry. Putting her car into park she reached across to her purse and dug her phone out as she closed her car door and jogged toward her building, pulling the text up.

It was from Niall. Maybe he knew something. 

Please call me before you get home.

She pinched her brows together at the odd request and just then noticed her front door ajar. Her heart leaped as she shoved her phone into her purse and hastened her pace. The only person who had her key was Harry. 

He was here. 

She felt a mixture of excitement and relief. Mostly relief. She just wanted to be in his arms and tell him about her day and about the weird thing that happened with Irina. She was still shaking from the news of losing her job as well. 

“Harry?” She called out as she pushed her door open and rushed inside.

But the man she came face-to-face with was not her Harry. Her heart stopped as he began to pace toward her, “Ahh here you are. The alpha’s little human. What’s it like being caught up in such a messy relationship?”

She darted her eyes around the room in hopes of seeing Harry but the dread deep in her gut told her that Harry was not there and the man standing in her living room was not a friend.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” She backed up toward her door, ready to make a run for it when he suddenly moved so impossibly fast and hooked his hand around her wrist to stop her.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, “You’re not going anywhere. Why don’t you sit down?” He looked at her as he closed the door and pushed her toward the couch.

She felt helpless. The man was strong and fast. She realized that the way he’d crossed the room to her was not normal. And she knew she was in danger. The horror of losing her job earlier seemed very dim in comparison to what was currently happening.

The man pulled a chair out to sit facing her. He folded his hands together and leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees, “My name is James. I’m an… associate of Harry’s.”

Y/N’s brows shot up, “Harry? Is he okay?”

A dark laugh fell from his mouth as he smirked, “Right now? He’s alive. Soon, though? He’ll be dead. Along with you. Because I’m going to take over position as alpha and rules are rules. As pretty as you are, for a human, you’ll need to be done away with because of what you know.”

Shaking her head she looked down at her lap in confusion before looking back at him, “What are you talking about? Where is he?” She had a million questions suddenly. Why was he calling her human? What did she know that would have her in danger of dying? 

“I think you know more than you’re letting on. You’ve gotten pretty serious with the alpha. There’s no way you aren’t aware of what he is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please tell me where he is!” 

James sat upright, leaning his back into the chair, and tilted his head, “You’ll know where he is soon enough. I’ll take you to him. But I need you to tell me everything you know. About us. About the pack. About the dead ranger.” 

She pieced together his words and recalled Irina’s story about the silver wolf, the werewolf, her eyes… “The pack? Like…” she scoffed and carded her fingers into her hair in frustration and disbelief. It couldn’t be real. But too many things didn’t make sense. 

“Yes, the pack. Like werewolves. Like what your boyfriend is.”

Blinking her eyes in shock she shook her head again. How was this happening? She knew something was going on with Irina. She could still see the glowing golden eyes and the way her smirk made her skin crawl. 

“What is going on here? I don’t understand.”

“So you’re not going to tell me what you know?”

“I don’t know anything! I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just got fired from my job and I haven’t seen Harry so I don’t know where he is, and… I don’t know. I don’t know!”

James sat silently as he watched Y/N fidget in her seat uncomfortably, “I think you know but you’re just playing dumb. I hate it when people play dumb with me,” his voice got louder and angrier. He stood from his seat and yanked her upward.

She gasped and looked up at him as she tried jerking her arm away but stopped short, nearly losing her balance when she saw his eyes. Same as Irina’s. But then she saw his teeth reposition in his mouth before her eyes and wolf-like canines were bared at her.

But the most unsettling part was the claws he suddenly forced into her arm as he held her tight. The sting from her skin being torn into and the blood that dripped down her arm. 

Everything in her was alarm, hysteria, danger… She screamed as loud as she could manage, her only hope to have a neighbor alerted by her shrill, blood-curdling call for help.

But in less time than it took to blink her eyes, she was on the floor and her mouth was covered with a clawed and calloused hand, a knee jammed into her side. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She watched in complete disbelief, terror, as James' flesh and his bones were reshaping, shifting, expanding. His mouth narrowed and extended, his nasal cavity slowly split into two large nostrils, elongated, dark, thick skin replaced his light flesh and thick, wiry hair covered everything that beyond his snout but his size was larger than a human and the knee in her side cracked and deformed itself until there was a beast above, sharp claws scraping the side of her head as a paw covered her mouth for silence.

The low inhuman growl and weight of him overwhelmed her, stunned her. She was in shock. Looking into the eyes of the monster above her, glowing, piercing, she understood everything. 

And just as quickly as the transformation of his body turned him into a wolf, he reverted. Hair pulling back into flesh, bones breaking, contorting, moving… until he was just a man over her with his hand covering her mouth.

“If you ever want to see Harry again you will not scream and you will not run. Do you understand?”

Y/N blinked the tears from her eyes and nodded frantically under his palm.

“Good. Now listen carefully to me. I’m going to remove my hand because we are going to leave here together. And you will go with me quietly and not look at anyone else we pass by. If you dare to alert anyone I will kill you before you get the chance to see your loverboy ever again. Yes?”

She nodded again as he removed his hand.

James pulled her to standing and frowned when he looked her over, “Well, we’ll need to cover you up first. You look a bit… bloody.”

Y/N couldn’t respond verbally. She was in a daze. A nightmare. She knew she couldn’t get out of whatever this was. Not if this man was… what he was. She was no match for him. She knew he’d kill her. 

She had wanted to see Harry before all of this. Before she saw the creature who appeared as a human but was actually a monster ready to kill. Is this really what Harry was? Her shock and her stupor wouldn’t let her think straight. She barely felt as James blotted her face and then draped a sweater over her arms as her mind swirled with the idea that this man before her was just the same as Harry. It didn’t make sense but she’d seen it with her own eyes. It was real. And maybe she’d known all along that Harry was unlike her in more ways than she originally thought.

After he felt like her face looked somewhat presentable (he’d scratched her up pretty good with his claws) James gripped her wrist and pulled her with him out of her apartment, not even bothering to close the door behind them as they walked away from the building and to his car in the parking lot. 

And it somehow came as no surprise as she watched him thread through the preserve and made their way to the very top, where no ranger dared venture off. So the Silver Wolf legend was real. These were all descendants of his pack that claimed the preserve, and they were the ones to kill her predecessor in cold blood.

 And now she was next.

*

It had all been bearable until he smelled her scent.

When they first grabbed him, they brought him in for interrogation. When they weren’t satisfied with his answers, they threw him into the holding cell at the preserve, which has hardly ever had to be used. Everyone knew better than to break the laws- and it very seldom came as far as having to imprison somebody. 

But the council of elders had decided to incarcerate him pending his trial. The accusation that James had brought against him was grave: disclosing their secret to a human. Try as he might to negate it, James promised the council proof. And there was someone else to corroborate his story- the alpha female he was supposed to mate. Irina. 

Harry was beside himself with worry. Y/N was alone out there, clueless to all of this. He didn’t know what James was planning, and he surely didn’t trust Irina either, but they were certainly up to no good. 

The first night in custody was brutal because of that, his mind never silencing with all the different scenarios he was envisioning. The council decided that Harry wasn’t cooperating and had withheld food and water as a means to get him to talk- or so he initially thought, but there was nothing to be said. He’d said it all. He hadn’t told the girl anything. And there were no rules against dating humans. The council weren’t pleased with this last statement- because true as it may be, he was alpha leader, and there were certain things to be expected from him. He was to mate with an alpha female and start a lineage, not waste time outside the pack with humans. They expressed their displeasure with him and how absent he’d been, although he’d attended every meeting- he was always taking his leave as soon as they were over and was never around. He wasn’t taking his attributions as alpha seriously. Therefore, Harry’s credibility shrunk in their eyes and James’ grew.

Harry cursed himself. He’d been so close to renouncing the pack altogether, alpha title and all, he’d been just short of a few days to do so. And maybe the council was right. He wasn’t on top of his game if all this scheming James and Irina had been doing had just gone over his head like that. Had he been there more, he’d have sensed it coming. But he wasn’t. He was preoccupied. He’d fucked up.

With a whole day gone by with no sleep, food, or water, Harry was brought in for questioning again. But this time, he didn’t even make it out of his holding cell before he went berserk. Upon catching a whiff of Y/N’s scent, he shapeshifted immediately, breaking out of his handcuffs and they had to sedate him with a dart gun before he could wreak havoc.

He woke up in the interrogation room, back in his human form, and chained to the chair there. They all knew it was useless, and that he’d just break free from his confinements again if he so pleased, but it was a silent warning and he understood its meaning.

He was in physical pain as her scent was heavy all around him. They’d brought her in there. She’d been sat in that very chair. He held back a whimper, not wanting to show any sign of weakness.

“Why is she here, why have you brought her here?! Are you insane?!” Harry growled at the council that sat impassive at the other side of the desk in front of him. “She didn’t know! She didn’t! You’re the ones to break the rules, not myself! You’re the ones who should be sitting in this chair instead of me! Fucking hypocrites!”

“Now, Harry. I’d be careful what venom you spew if I were you. James brought her in. And he’s adamant that she knew all about us. Irina is also corroborating this story, she’s been working as a ranger at the Silver Wolf station and has compiled evidence to support this accusation.”

Harry recalled Y/N being excited about her new colleague and he gritted his teeth at the perfidy of the situation. 

“The girl isn’t talking, though. It would be in her best interest if she did.”

“She isn’t talking because she doesn’t know anything! She’s probably scared senseless! And what best interest ?! We all know well enough what you’re planning to do with her. And with me, for that matter, no matter what either of us says or does!”

“You’ll be tried, nobody can accuse us of not being just. If you’re found innocent–”

“And what about her? She’s still a human that now knows of our existence because of you lot! Which is against the rules! Don’t tell me you’ll just let her walk, don’t fucking dare lie to my face! James concocted this whole plan, and you’re falling for it, and frankly, part of me thinks you’re doing it in good conscience! You never agreed with me being alpha, and you know well enough I was gearing up to renounce the pack. I’d hinted at it on several occasions. Your precious protégé could’ve had his position as alpha without this whole circus, had you come to me first! But you decided to go against me behind my back, knowing the pack will fall for this charade, because, let’s face it, they’re not the brightest lot.”

“Enough, Harry–”

“It’s alpha to you. To all of you! Until I renounce the title myself or draw my final breath, you’re not to call me otherwise.”

“Alpha. You are wrongly accusing us. We’re simply following procedure here.”

“There is no such procedure. Any ol’ bloke off the street comes in accusing the alpha of treason and you incarcerate him?! My title is worthless to you, and your mocking tone isn’t lost on me. I know you’re in cahoots with that worm, it’s evident to me by the way you’ve gone about it. The question is, why aren’t I dead already, since you didn’t care to go about this the correct way from the get-go? The fact that you’re willing to trial me after leaving me with no food and water for a whole day makes me think something changed. What is it?”

The council gave each other a knowing look and eventually one of the elders cleared his throat, “An ex-member along with an alpha from another pack have expressed their concern regarding the fairness of this trial. They will be attending and even taking the stand as witnesses in your favor. And we, ugh, didn’t know about the lack of food and water. We’ll rectify this. Justly.”

Niall and Lester. But how did they find out? Harry didn’t know but he was beyond grateful for them, knowing that he’d have been long gone if not for their intervention. As for Y/N… she probably wouldn’t have even been brought in for questioning, but killed on sight. The mere thought made his fangs unsheath and his claws sharpen. 

Back in his cell, awaiting his trial, Harry was partially grateful for having been sedated, though the effects were long-lasting and his body was sluggish. They’d clearly given him a rather high dose. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out of it, but it was the only sleep he was going to get. Shifting had been an impulsive reaction, one he regretted, having wasted a lot of his already low energy. Just then, he heard and smelled James approaching his cell before he could even see him, his foul stench overpowering that of the tray of food he was carrying. 

He placed it out of Harry’s reach just outside the cell bars, with a mocking look, “They had me bring you food. Said you were onto us.” James feigned worry, “Whatever shall we do?” He laughed sardonically. “You should’ve accepted my proposal when I was willing to negotiate this, alpha. It’s your own fault. You were too cocky for your own good, and look where it brought you. You didn’t even want to be alpha, so it was a fair deal, really. I would’ve let you keep your little secret in exchange for the position as leader. Too bad your ego is bigger than your brain. You just had to have it your way, didn’t you? Have your cake and eat it too? That’s not how the world works,loverboy . You of course had no way to know this, growing up an orphan as you did, though, did you? Just like that little freak, Edward. You should’ve known from your own experience that you can’t turn out worthy of being alpha leader when you lack a proper upbringing, with no parents to guide you properly. Thankfully, I’m no orphan, and I’m of age and more than capable to take over. It should’ve been me, not you. And it will be me, and only me–”

“Too bad you’re the one who outed our secret, not me. And that, you piece of shit, is going to ensure you’ll never be alpha leader.”

James flared his nostrils, “Nobody will believe your word over mine. Irina is backing me up too. And the council, of course, as you so keenly caught on, will be sure to subtly tip in my favor as they preside over the case.”

“Oh yes, Irina. You’re well aware of course that if I were to even look her way she’d drop your ass sooner than you could blink. She’s doing it out of jealousy. And maybe she’s just power-hungry, wants to be the alpha leader’s mate no matter who it is. Quite desperate and pathetic, but if that’s your preference…”

“Are we really discussing preferences? You chose a human. That’s the most laughable thing I’ve heard of, an alpha and a measly human. You know if I really were as bad as you say I am, I could’ve had my way with her and none the wiser–”

Before he could make any sense of it, James was being yanked against the cell bars by the collar, Harry’s grip unrelenting. “The only reason I’m not killing you right here and now is because I want to see you squirm later. We both know how this is going to play out. I’ll make sure everyone sees how worthless you truly are before I finish you off in front of everybody.”

Harry let go and had James squirm on the ground on the other side of the bars, gulping for air. He growled, kicking the tray of food and water away from the cell and Harry’s reach, “We’ll see how you manage that after not having a sip of water or a bite to eat for days, you fucking imbecile. All you had to do was keep your mouth shut for once, but your ego wouldn’t stand it–”

Just then they could hear someone approaching and Harry’s senses zeroed in on his little human before she even came into view. A guard was escorting her, and when he pushed her inside the cell with Harry, she wouldn’t even look at him.

Harry paid no heed to James leaving along with the guard, the latter explaining that the alpha that was visiting requested it. Lester. After what James had hinted at, Harry was beyond grateful. Who knows what that worm would’ve been capable of, especially now that he’d really riled him up.

Y/N cowered into a corner, averting her eyes and hugging her lithe frame. She was disheveled, bruised, scratched, and trembling slightly. Harry slid against the wall opposite from where she was standing, giving her space, but not having the energy to stand up for much longer. Truth be told, he was feeling lightheaded. The sedative, lack of sleep, food, or water were really getting to him, but seeing her in this condition was killing him.

“Y/N…” he murmured, but she winced and folded in on herself even more, visibly recoiling from the sound of his voice alone. His heart cracked at her reaction to him. Having her fear him or hate him had bile building in his throat. His sweet girl never deserved any of this. It was all his fault. If only he could have stayed away from her like he knew was in her best interest. In his best interest. But when he fell for her it was as if it were against his will. As if it happened to him. It couldn’t have been stopped.

“Please, Y/N… You must know, I never meant for any of this to happen…”

Harry’s heart sank at the way she refused to acknowledge him. The Y/N he knew would’ve been furious, mad at him, would have screamed and accused him of all sorts of things, blamed him for everything, but her silence was worse than anything she could’ve told him.

They’d broken her. And this would break him. If he couldn’t save her he’d have no reason to continue or fight to live.

“This is why I didn’t tell you. Because there are consequences… and I was too far gone to back out… I couldn’t,” he let out a shuddering breath, feeling his eyes well up, “couldn’t give you up. Selfishly. I just couldn’t… and I knew you’d never look at me the same. Just like you’re doing now… You can’t even look at me.”

Y/N felt tears roll down her cheeks but she was too numb to bother wiping them away. He was right. She couldn’t look at him. This wasn’t her Harry. This wasn’t the man she’d fallen in love with. He was someone with a terrible, dark, secret, someone that had strung her along into this mess, this very dangerous and monstrous mess. And she blamed him for it. 

But what was worse was that she’d fallen so hard for him so quickly and she was fooled by his lies. She believed him and he let her believe it all. But he deceived her and it was unforgivable. Not that any of that mattered. She was being sentenced to death so her last remaining hours on earth would be spent in a dark cold cell with someone she’d given her heart to but who had only tricked her, knowing she’d fall for it.

The moment they sat her down and brought men in, werewolves, to get her “to talk” she realized this wasn’t a dream. This was really happening.

She’d been interrogated for hours. She told them that Harry had never told her anything. That she’d only ever first heard about werewolves from Irina, and then James told her that Harry was one too, and she wouldn’t have believed him either if she hadn’t seen him shifting in front of her own eyes.

They didn’t believe her. So she just stopped talking. Shut down even more than she had been. 

But they did threaten her. Told her she was most likely going to be killed off because humans can’t know about them.

She’d accepted her fate.

She was going to die.

“Lester and Niall are here. They’ll vouch for us, they know you were in the dark about it. I’ll get you out of here, Y/N. I promise. Please… Please, look at me.”

Y/N didn’t believe him. She’d never believe a word out of his mouth again.

He couldn’t stop his own tears from wetting his face. He would do anything for her. If she didn’t want him he’d have to abide by her wishes. He knew she’d react this way if she found out like this. He had hoped that if she ever did find out it was only once he was ready to tell her, when they were both safe and prepared for this conversation. But as it was, she had been forced into all of this in a horrific show by James and now she didn’t want him anymore because she knew he was no better than the man who’d kidnapped her. Just like that, she’d slipped from his hands.

He was desperate to see her pretty eyes and caress her soft skin and soothe her. Hold her. Not only did he want to hold her to keep her safe and warm but he needed it. Needed to touch her so he could feel safe, feel her warmth and her heart beating in her chest and melt into her. He needed her comfort because he was terrified as well. But she wouldn’t even so much as look at him.

“Please, Y/N.” his voice cracked. “I’m begging you. I had a plan… You’d have never found out. I would have never done this to you. I was going to renounce the pack, give up my title as alpha. That’s why I bought the house. And then we went to Lester’s farm… and you loved it there so much… and he invited me to move there, and I was going to proposition that to you. So we could get away from all this… And they’re different, their pack is different… they would’ve treated you as their own… and… and maybe one day…” Harry threw his head back, bumping it against the concrete wall, trying to stifle his tears, to get the pain to distract him, but to no avail, “Maybe one day I would’ve found the courage to tell you the truth about what I am. I felt like maybe you’d… want me, even knowing the truth of it. I thought…”

Y/N wasn’t showing any signs that she was even listening to him, much less that she cared about anything he had to say. He could hear her heart beat fast, could smell the way her sweat was lined in fear. Fear of him. She was scared of him, which made his heart break even more. 

“I thought… but I was wrong,” he murmured to himself in a small voice.

Y/N squeezed her eyes even tighter, tears fighting their way out between her lids. She was holding her breath trying to not make any sound, trying to stifle her sobs and her shaking. She was feeling lightheaded and her body was shutting down. It was simply too much to handle.

He watched her slump into the wall and her eyes flutter shut. She’d passed out. From fear? From the exhaustion of everything? He slowly approached her body and held his breath as he stood over her. Her face was splotchy from crying and the small frown on her face covered in scratches made his knees buckle. He collapsed next to her and choked out a sob as quietly as he could. 

He didn’t want to wake her and scare her further but he needed to see her up close. Make sure she was okay. He lifted a hand up and ghosted his knuckles along her wet cheek. She’d been trying to hold her tears in but that prospect was futile when the man she was stuck in the cell with was the monster who’d gotten her into all of this. 

“My love. My sweet girl. What have I done?” He whispered his words, barely louder than the breaths he drew into his lungs, “I’m so sorry that this has happened to you. I’ve been careless with you and now I’ve lost you for good.”

He stretched his fingers out and touched the scratches on her face. He lowered his gaze to her uniform and noticed her shirt was ripped near the shoulder. Prodding the material gently the fabric fell away. It was a tear. A large one, exposing most of the top part of her arm and large scratch marks. He could see where someone, James most likely, had lightly clawed into her arm in three long stripes.

His cheeks and neck burned hot with anger and sorrow. This wasn’t fair. His intentions had always been good. He only loved her and wanted to keep her safe at all costs. But he had failed. Nothing else mattered to him but her and yet, he’d failed her. He didn’t try hard enough. He hadn’t been paying attention. 

He bowed his head and let a small deluge of tears fall into his lap silently. His own fault. All of it.

When he’d composed himself enough to look back at her, to take her all in he put his palm over her arm and the cuts underneath were hot to the touch. Had they not even bothered to give her something to disinfect? But of course they wouldn’t. They didn’t intend for her to be alive for much longer.

“Y/N,” his lip quivered as he moved his hand back to her face and tenderly brushed at her temple, “I’ll never forgive myself.”

*

She inhaled deeply, the scent comforting and familiar. She flinched eventually, and jerked away, scurrying off the floor and standing upright. To her side lay a tray, untouched. A full glass of water and a sandwich. She hadn’t eaten at all that day, not having been able to stomach any food before she left for the station in the morning. But she didn’t want it. 

She noticed Harry’s shirt, folded where her head had rested, and a quick glance towards him proved her suspicion right. He’d placed it under her head as she’d fallen asleep, probably from emotional fatigue more than physical exhaustion. 

Harry was sitting up with his head leaned into the cement wall behind him, but he was slumped slightly. His big chest was shallowly rising and falling. He appeared to be asleep. But then he spoke, “Y/N…”

She looked away from his frame and pressed her back into the wall behind her.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” his words came out slow and slightly slurred. Had he been injured somehow?

But she didn’t have time to think about it further as the cell door swung open, three men entered and one spoke, “Get up. You’re both coming with us,” then he looked toward Harry, “Heard you haven’t had anything to drink at all, alpha. That’s a big mistake. Should have taken the water offered to you earlier like a good boy,” he taunted.

Two men struggled to lift Harry, he was practically dead weight but once he was upright he seemed to be standing tall and steady. The third man pulled Y/N upward and then plucked the shirt from the ground, tossing it at Harry, “How sweet of you. I’m sure the human appreciated the last kind gesture she’ll ever get.”

Harry slipped his shirt on and growled as he was pulled from the room with Y/N behind him. 

The man holding Harry’s right arm mocked, “Man, they really did double up on the sedative, didn’t they? Thought you’d put up more of a fight. S’like dragging a submissive omega around.” The three guards laughed together, pulling the alpha and the human with them down the long hallway toward their final fate.

*

The space they were brought to was about the size of a small courtroom. There was a bit of a familiar setup to what Y/n had seen on those live court shows that aired on daytime TV. The front of the room was elevated with seating for a handful of people and to the side was a gated area with more seating behind it. There were rows of chairs facing the elevated portion at the front and a large wooden podium on the floor that appeared to be for one person.

“Sit.” The man who’d been gripping her arm tightly barked at her as he shoved her toward one of the seats that was obviously meant for her.

Harry growled lowly at the man and gave him a look of warning. Not that any of it mattered, but he was still very protective of her. Still wanted her to be treated well even if they didn’t intend to keep her alive for much longer.

The pair were forced to sit next to one another, well, to Harry that was a relief. To be able to check in on her and if by chance she should need his protection he’d be close enough. 

Despite the dreadful circumstances, the light that came in from the large frosted window behind the elevated seating area made everything feel more dreamlike. Pretty, even. As if this was a joyous event.

Filling in the seats in the gallery were all the members of Harry’s pack. The room was crowded. They were there to witness and then vote on the outcome of the trial. He also noted the scent of his nephew and his aunt somewhere in the vicinity, though he did not see them. He imagined that Lester had brought Alma and Edward for support. To say goodbye to Harry if it came to that. It wasn’t often that this room was used for trials or proceedings such as this. In fact, this was the first time anything like this had ever happened.

Typically, the kind of hearings that took place here were only before the Council of Elders. Spectators were not normally invited into the room. But for this momentous occasion, not only would Harry and Y/N be going before the council, there would be an audience watching and deciding their fate, as well as witnesses to testify for or against them. 

Just then the door to the gated area at the side of the room opened and began to fill in with people. James, Irina, Niall, and Lester. Y/N watched in surprise when she spotted Irina. She heard Harry tell her that Niall and Lester would be there, even though she made no attempt to act as if she heard. She did. But Irina. That surprised her. Although thinking back at how she flashed her golden eyes at her, it all made sense now. She was one of them. She’d infiltrated the station as a ranger, somehow, all in an effort to hurt her and gather information on her. She realized getting her fired was probably just the cherry on top for Irina. She must’ve known she’d be getting kidnapped right afterward, so really, this only served as a personal jab at her. 

Harry watched James as he and Irina sat in their positions opposite from Lester and Niall. He’d love the chance to humiliate and then murder James in front of all the people in this room. Of course, the idea of doing such a thing in front of Y/N made him pause. She would surely think him a monster after seeing him tear James apart. But it was the best he could hope for. Perhaps he could make a deal with the elders when he was the victor in a fight against James to spare her. And he was sure that was the direction this whole thing would be heading. 

Suddenly a loud voice from behind called out, “Council of Elders approach the bench.”

A group of men walked swiftly through the center of the room and each stepped up onto the elevated partition and took a seat. 11 of them. The one at the end sat the tallest on a raised block with a table in front of him and began to speak. 

“To the gallery, your role here is important today but, please heed the rules of the committee and the council and refrain from speaking during the proceeding. You will be removed should you break protocol, thus annulling your vote. To our witnesses,” he waved his arm toward the side of the room, “you also will heed our rules. If you are out of line you will be removed and your statement struck from the record. To our accused,” the man looked at Y/N and then at Harry, “do not interject or cause a disturbance. Any such disruption will result in immediate removal and any witness statements on your behalf will be struck from the record and the consequence of such will not be in your favor. Y/N will not be permitted to give a statement as her testimony is baseless to the council based on the fact that she is a human. Our judiciary system is only effective amongst our own kind. Should the defendant be proven guilty, your sentence will be death penalty, by default”

He swung his large mallet down with a heavy thud and stood from his seat, the council following suit and everyone else in the room after, “We are here today because we have been supplied with some very troubling information about our very own alpha leader. We have claims of insubordination of his duties, consorting with a human female in lieu of a pack alpha female as is tradition for continuing the distinct familial lineage of his ancestors, and the most severe accusation, that he has been traitorous and disloyal to our pack by revealing our sacred covenant to a human, putting our entire pack and our way of being at risk,” he paused dramatically as a few people in the gallery gasped lightly. Harry rolled his eyes before the elder continued, “As was agreed upon in our treaties and the vows our alpha took upon adulthood this is a crime punishable by death if evidence proves him guilty.”

The presiding elder rose his hand and looked at the crowd, “Quiet. I will not warn again.” Everyone hushed their voices and the elder turned and faced Y/N, “And just to reiterate for full disclosure and clarity, as part of our sacred pact and agreement, any human aware of our existence must be put to death for the protection and preservation of our pack.”

Y/N gulped and felt her heart rate pick up. She could pass out again. She didn’t see any way out of this. Not only was everyone in the room with her a werewolf, but she was also very much aware of their existence. Why hadn’t they just killed her right off the bat?

Harry felt the shift in her emotion, in her physical state. He couldn’t help himself when he discreetly moved his arm to press the back of his hand into the side of her thigh. He didn’t turn to look at her, not wanting to chance being called out by the presiding elder. But he did hope it helped her calm. At least a little. Or maybe he did that for himself. To just touch her to make sure she was still really there. Alive, whole. 

James was called to the podium at the center that faced the elders. 

“James, you are here today to give a statement against our accused. You may commence.”

“I came to learn that Harry was hanging around a human, Y/N there,” he turned and gestured toward her before turning back to the elders, “when I kept smelling her on him. At first, it was just a hunch but then I kept smelling the same human female on him. And not just the light whisps you collect when you stand near a human. No, this was scent. He was covered in her. And then that’s when I saw it with my own two eyes,” he nodded as he spoke, “They were in his car together and I saw them turn into the drive-in theater. I didn’t follow them in but everyone knows what goes on at a drive-in theater, “ he snorted at his lame joke.

The presiding elder raised his hand, “Please stick to the subject and keep your statement concise.”

James tilted his head and stared the elder down before slowly nodding his head, “Ever since the alpha met this girl he’s been neglecting his duties as well. Everyone else is trying to pick up his slack,” he turned to the audience, “Right, guys?”

A few in the crowd made some quiet grunts of agreement, to the chagrin of the leading elder, but nearly all of them nodded at him in consensus. 

“So then I confronted him a few days ago. Wanted to bring to him an offer,” he turned his head to the gallery nodding, and then back to the council, “Our alpha doesn’t even want to be leader! But do you know what he did when I told him I had a proposition? He attacked me,” he pulled his collar aside and showed the small wound on his neck that had mostly healed thanks to a werewolf’s natural ability to recover from physical trauma faster than a human. “He did that.”

A gasp from the audience and a thud of the mallet on the table, “Silence. And James, with all due respect, please get on with the statement. The council is waiting.”

James scoffed and shook his head, “As I was saying, he attacked me when I approached him with an offer for me to take over as alpha and he’d get exactly what he wanted too; To not be alpha. Our own alpha despises us so much that he would rather go off with a human than bear the responsibility of his own pack. But the final straw was learning what Irina told me. About the human. She knows everything. Harry has told her all about our affairs. And thatin and of itself is grounds for being stripped of his title. Which brings me to the other reason I’m here today. Because when Harry’s title is removed, I’d offer to you, the council,” he turned toward the gallery and spoke, “and you, all of you,” before turning back again to the elders, “to take over as alpha. I will be your leader. I have the trust of nearly the whole pack, I’ve brought to you proof of our alpha’s misdoings, and I’m willing to fight to the death for the position of leader if necessary.”

In a small shock to Harry, he noticed Y/N’s head tick toward him just the slightest and her lips subtly parted. He glanced toward her and could tell she was looking in his direction from the side of her eye.

“Does the council have any questions for our first witness?”

An elder stood, “Can you please give us the details about what happened when you left the alpha after he attacked you? I believe there was more that we need on the record.”

“Oh yes. Well, luckily there were some other pack members nearby and they were able to detain him. You know, stop him from killing me. And so, uh, they decided to bring him in because they were concerned about who he might hurt next.”

The standing elder nodded, “So you’re saying you had not notified any of these other pack members that were nearby beforehand about you confronting the alpha at his home? They were just coincidentally there?”

James nodded, “That is correct. It was only me going to the alpha, one on one. To give him a fair offer. I didn’t know he would attack me and boy was I thankful that the others happened to be there.”

The elder sighed, “I suppose if others can back up your statement we have no choice but to support your testimony.”

Y/N understood the tone of the elder as doubtful. He didn’t believe James. She sat up straight at this realization. Was there a chance for hope? Was James so dumb that he’d dug his own grave on this one? If there was one elder who didn’t believe him that could possibly mean there were others. Maybe the pack would turn on him.

Harry noticed it as well. But then again, the elders were typically by the book. They might have a bias and Harry clearly saw that they were mostly on James’ side, but the scrutiny of the one elder did not go unnoticed. Though it could be a ruse to throw defending witnesses off. 

When James was told to return to his seat, Irina stepped up to the podium and looked around at everyone in the gallery and then at Harry. She didn’t even glimpse in Y/N’s direction.

“Irina, you are here today to give a statement against our accused. You may commence.”

“I met Y/N in the preserve. She works as a forest ranger. I took a job so I could get to know her and find out if she knew about the pack. Because once we learned she was seeing the alpha we figured we needed to do something about this. Just in case. I mean, it was really just a matter of protecting our pack and taking matters into our own hands since it’s not like we could take this information to our alpha.” Irina turned to look back at Harry again, “And it pained me when I learned this. Truly. I never wanted to get you in trouble, alpha.” She looked back to the council, “But I had no choice. I had a duty to the pack.”

The elders nodded as she continued, “But I learned, from Y/N’s own mouth, that she knew about us and our pack. At the time she didn’t realize I was one of us. She just thought I was a human like her,” she smiled, “but she told me she knew about Edward too. And of course, she divulged some things that I think you all can just imagine about his, well, his bed habits,” she laughed, “ because we all know there isn’t any human that can do it like our kind.” 

Her last statement pulled out some stifled chuckles and peeps of laughter before they hushed themselves. For Y/N it made her face hot with embarrassment. Not only had Irina completely invented her story, but she was also attempting to humiliate her.

The mallet slammed against the wood, “Order in the gallery! Our next witness, please approach.”

“Niall Horan, we will address you as such, using your full civilian name, since you chose to renounce the pack and therefore you will be treated as an outsider, you are here today to give a statement in favor of our accused. You may commence.”

“Before I begin with my official witness statement, I think it’s important for me to say that last night Y/N let me know that Harry was missing, which concerned me. Then, first thing this morning, I called Lester to see if he knew anything and he immediately told me to warn Y/N not to go to her apartment alone. He had a feeling that this pack was up to something. And when I couldn’t reach her I went to her apartment and found that her door was left open and she was nowhere to be seen. Her bag and cell phone left behind. If Y/N hadn’t come to me about Harry, Lester and I would not be here right now to speak on behalf of these two innocent individuals.” Niall turned to look at Harry and Y/N briefly as he gestured at them before facing back toward the council. 

He cleared his throat before continuing, “I met Y/N when Harry brought her to me for a sprained ankle. As most of you know I’m a doctor in the civilian world amongst humans. But I treat humans and werewolves alike. Harry was adamant about her not knowing that we are werewolves. And then he just started bringing her around more. So I’ve had the opportunity to meet her and assess her up close. I can tell you, without a shadow of a doubt, that she never knew about this pack. Harry was meticulous in making sure she didn’t find out. He never wanted to risk having her learn the truth. And so yeah, it was not favorable of him to be with a human but there aren’t any specific rules that forbid that. But he abided by the sacred law of loyalty and secrecy. He kept his word. His honor is intact. I personally vouch for it.”

“And can you provide us with an example of why you are convinced he kept his word?”

Niall took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah, a few actually. The first is that Harry used my condo and pretended it was his place. Because she was getting suspicious about why he never took her to his house. So he pretended he was just a regular guy living in a condo in the city. And he always maintained that Edward was just a pet. A pup. She was convinced he was the alpha’s pet.”

Y/N turned her head slightly, keeping her face forward but moved her eyes to look at Harry in her peripheral. Eddie. 

“Oh, and then he bought a house too because he could only keep staying at my place for so long. He just went out of his way to never tip her off about anything. He even asked me a lot of questions for pointers on how to act like a human around her - like a normal guy. He just wanted her to think of him as someone like her. The way he went out of his way to not have her suspect anything was amiss confirms to me that he never intended to tell her.”

Next, Lester was up.

“My nephew brought Edward to live with me. Edward needed a place to live and thrive and not be held back. Your pack kept him traumatized and did nothing to help him or nurture him back from his shifted state. I think this is well worth mentioning, albeit off topic so to say, but when Harry is also accused of not being a good pack leader I feel it’s necessary. He is the only one here who truly cared about the lineage and survival of this pack’s legacy since he was ever only going to be alpha for the interim until Edward came of age. I repeat, Edward- your alpha one day. I will not go into detail about how you all conspired against him since he is present here with us–” the crowd gasped and one of the elders used the mallet to reinforce silence once more, “But you all know how you handled this situation. It is not lost on me, nor any other pack leader in the country, I can assure you. Coming back to the matter at hand, Y/N always thought that they were bringing him to live with me so he could have space to run on my farm. Because she thought he was a pet.”

Y/N was reminded again of the chip that she put in Eddie that first night. It was one of the reasons she was fired from her job but perhaps could also be proof that she didn’t know. She knew she wasn’t getting a chance to make a statement but maybe somehow she could mention it. It was something to cling to.

When Lester had finished his statement the door behind the witness gate opened and a young boy stepped forward and approached the podium, standing next to it so he could see the elders as he was not quite tall enough yet to see over it.

Harry’s body language changed and Y/N realized at that moment when she saw the boy that this was Eddie. She knew it was. He had his hair combed to the side and wore a small suit. He stood up straight and looked back at the gallery and then at Harry and Y/N with a small smile.

And when the elder gave his introduction, Y/N gasped quietly in surprise. She knew it was him the moment she laid eyes on him, a gut feeling deep down, but now it was confirmed. It seemed that only the elders and Lester were aware that Eddie would be giving a statement. The audience made a small quiet commotion at the shock of his human state.

Eddie began to speak and inconsistent with his smaller stature and childlike appearance, his voice was loud and clear. He was confident and well-spoken. A true alpha if there was ever any. Harry smiled at this. Proud of Edward.

“Hi. I know some of you are surprised to see me here but when I found out that there would be a trial and that Y/N and my uncle were in danger I knew I needed to help. In fact, this was the reason that I was able to finally shift back. I wanted to be here. I had to. Uncle Lester was going to leave in a rush to get here as soon as possible and… it was now or never. Because I know that she was never aware of us. Harry never told her. She always treated me like a pet, a dog, and even tried to give me dog treats sometimes,” he smirked as he looked back at Y/N.

She was unable to hold in her tears as she listened to Eddie with her mouth covered to keep quiet but her sobs were heard by everyone in the room. Y/N was beside herself to see Eddie as a boy and speaking on her behalf in hopes to save her life. To save his uncle. This little man speaking was the pup she had grown so fond of. It was no wonder she had been so attached to him because he wasn’t a mere canine. He was a sentient being with deep feelings and emotions.

“Even when they took me to live with Lester, Y/N always thought that I was just a dog or a pet. She’d pat my head and hold me in her lap and scratch my ears. Y/N and Uncle Harry don’t deserve any of this. It was a setup. By James. And I’ve never trusted him, to be honest. He is one of the reasons I never wanted to shift back to my human form. He scared me and I didn’t feel safe around him. I know that he wanted to have me done away with too. And you guys agreed with him,” Eddie looked around the audience and back to the elders, “So I’m glad I’m not part of your pack anymore. I’m safer and happier where I am now. There’s still a long way to go until I’m old enough to be leader, but I really don’t think I’ll ever change my mind about not wanting to return and rule over this pack. Maybe I could one day get over how most of you treated me like I was broken, but I can’t forget how you’ve treated my uncle and Y/N.”

Harry and Y/N watched as Eddie walked back into the room behind the witness gate. He gently nudged at her with his elbow and peeked down at her face. He could feel the way her heart lobbed in her chest with love for his nephew. The notion that his little human felt so deeply for Edward made him ache with affection for her. 

When it was Harry’s turn the elder gave a slightly different introduction.

“Alpha leader, you are here today because you are being accused of the very serious crime of speaking of our existence to a human. Can you offer us a statement to counter that accusation?”

“Well, given that this is a setup and you’ve already made up your minds, I’ll certainly try. Everything I’m about to tell you here today and everything I’ve been saying since you’ve wrongfully detained me is the truth. I haven’t told her anything. She never knew about us. I would never. In fact, James was the one to tell her. And Irina. And anyone who took her into interrogation. She was not privy to our secrets before that. What Niall says is true. I bought a house to keep her concerns at bay. I wanted her to just think I was a regular human. And she always thought that Edward was my pet.”

An elder stood, “Why would you go through such trouble for a human, alpha? I think we all want to know your reason for such a departure from your character. Your lineage runs deep and continuing it is important to our pack. Now that Edward is promised to The Pack of the Western Plains we are relying on you to continue the bloodline.” 

Harry cleared his throat, “Because I wanted to be with her. There’s no one else I’ve ever felt this way about. No one else I’ve felt this pull towards. Not to any alpha female, from this or other packs. I know nobody here will understand or even believe me when I say that I know it in my bones that Y/N is my true mate." The audience gasped loudly and the elder using the mallet had to exert it for a long while to regain order in the court. “I was going to give up everything for her. Even my title. But I would have never told her,” he looked at each of the elders for a moment before continuing.

“I know how important the lineage is to the pack but to me, it still lives on with Edward. He’s a strong alpha already, as you’ve just seen, and destined to be leader. But, I would have given up continuing the line or having children of my own for her. She’s worth denying my lineage, my title, my natural urges.”

Y/N shifted in her seat as she listened to Harry’s confession. All the new information was stunning to her. Edward and then… they couldn’t have babies? But the fact that he would give that all up for her... Would have walked away from his pack… there was too much to unpack but regardless her heart drummed within her chest as he continued to speak about her as if she were the most precious thing to him. 

Another elder stood to question him, “You would seriously deny yourself the instinct to mate with someone and produce offspring just to be with this human?”

Harry nodded, “Yes. I’d already resigned myself to that. If it meant I could have her I would give that up.”

She looked up at him now. To the side of his head with its mess of matted curls. He loved her. Even if everything was in shambles and he’d lied to her and kept this big part of him a secret, his feelings had always been real. He had only been trying to protect her.

“She’s worth it. Worth any sacrifice. And certainly worth renouncing you sorry lot,” he snarled and everyone in the audience went even more quiet, heads bowed down at the way he commanded respect even in his weakened state. “I’ve had to endure a lot from you all, overlook your shortcomings, try my best to bring this pack back to what it once was in its glory days- but what happened here now reaffirms that my choice would’ve been correct. You’re not worth the sacrifice. The way you treated my nephew, and now me, your leaders by birthright, is  testament to that. And with that, I am ending my pleading here: if I have to fight to death, let it be for her. I’m not fighting to be your alpha. I don’t want to be your leader. You’re undeserving. I will fight for her to be spared. Because she is innocent in all this. And I did not break any rule, I did not disclose anything, it’s your own fault she’s learned about us. James’ fault. Irina’s fault. The council’s fault for allowing this to even happen. You can vote for me to walk freely, with Y/N of course, with no harm done to her, and you can have your beloved James to be your leader for all I care. You’re a lost cause anyway, to me. Let him fuck it up entirely. Or, vote for us to fight to death. But be warned, you will be left leaderless by the end of the fight, that I can assure you.”

“Or they can just vote to have you both killed!” James stood up, snarling.

“Order! Order!”

Harry chuckled mockingly, “Just order, huh? Thought whoever interrupted would have their stance annulled. Vote carefully, since it’s blatantly obvious that the council is biased!”

“That is enough, alpha. You’ve made your point.”

When Harry returned to his seat next to Y/N the elders each spoke amongst themselves as the pack voted. Y/N turned to look up at Harry while they were deliberating. It was the first time since they’d been detained that she looked him square in his eyes. Harry could have melted off his chair and into a gooey puddle of adoration under his feet when he saw her tender expression. She was still with him. He knew the look in her eyes. He hadn’t lost her yet.

She wished she could talk to him. To find out if he was really going to be made to fight to the death. She didn’t know if she could bear it if anything happened to him, even after everything. Especially not at the hands of James. Yes, Harry had deceived her, but after seeing what was at stake, she realized he’d been right, back in the cell- there really had been no other way about it. He could’ve either given her up entirely, or lied to her to protect her. 

And even as she was risking a death penalty, she still wouldn’t take it back, any of it. She didn’t regret it, even now. Because she loved him.

She looked deep into his eyes and wished she could utter those words. Before it was too late. If they were really going to fight to death, this could be her last chance. The rational part of her brain argued that he could have trusted her with their secret, that he should’ve known she would never tell anyone and risk their lives like that- but she knew that, above everything, Harry had been scared of losing her. Of scaring her off with the truth of what he was. And she didn’t blame him. It was a tough pill to swallow, and she still couldn’t even wrap her brain around him being a werewolf. And all the implications that came with that. He’d been scared to tell her, and rightfully so. Scared to lose her. 

And maybe, had she told him how she felt about him, he wouldn’t have been scared. And they wouldn’t be here. 

But it was too late.

There was so much she wanted to tell him. To ask him. She wanted to ask him about Eddie too. She had so many questions about that. She had not been privy to whatever had happened to him so most of what was said during the statements given made no sense to her. But she did gather that something bad had happened to Eddie and that he was probably sent to live with Lester and away from Harry’s pack for safety. 

But there wasn’t any time. It was only a few more moments until the presiding elder spoke, “Alpha and James… please step forward.”

Harry looked over at Y/N before standing and walking to the front before the elders, with James joining him to his left.

“As you know, a unanimous vote is needed in order to determine guilt or innocence. In this case, we have some pack members who would like to see a physical expression of loyalty to gain reward and so therefore we are willing to arrange a fight for honor. A duel between the two of you, as you’ve both expressed being open to this probability. Are you still in agreement with this path?”

Harry nodded as did James.

“You are aware then, that one of you will lose his life at the conclusion of this?”

James turned to look at the room packed with bodies behind him and spoke mockingly, “Who’s it gonna be, guys?” 

The crowd slowly grew louder. Y/N could hear that most of the people in the room were not on Harry’s side. Which was absurd because James was an absolute moron with a huge ego. Not only that, but it was blatantly obvious to her that Harry was the strongest out of the two, even seeing James in his wolf form. It dawned on her that she would probably soon see Harry in his wolf form as well. She had a feeling he’d look absolutely ferocious yet majestic. She realized that if she didn’t feel dread fill up her every pore she’d actually feel excited for the reveal. 

The presiding elder hushed the crowd and James before continuing, “Alpha, what are your terms?”

“If I’m the victor she gets to go free,” he turned and gestured toward Y/N. “Spare her life. I’ll leave here with her and never look back.”

The elder nodded and turned to the council to speak before looking at James, “What are your terms?”

“I’ll be your leader. And the lying human is put to death. I’d also love to do the honors.”

Once the elders discussed the terms and came to an agreement the main elder spoke to everyone in the room.

“Terms are set and a consensus is made. We will have a judicial combat of honor between our accused alpha and James, the one who is bringing the charges. Forthwith we will ready the training room for the contest which will commence in thirty minutes' time.”

Y/N was suddenly struck with nausea and despair. Not only was her life in danger but Harry might very well be murdered right in front of her eyes. He was clearly not fit for such a feat. He’d been heavily sedated and from what she’d heard from the guard, hadn’t taken a drink of anything since he’d been detained. She remembered also, the tray of food sat next to her in the cell, untouched. Harry hadn’t even considered eating her sandwich or drinking her water even though he knew this might have been the outcome. She wished he would have taken some. Even if only a little. He would need all the energy he could get and yet he chose to leave it for her. 

She imagined the worst, unable to keep her mind from spiraling to scenes of him collapsing to the ground, his soft eyes looking for her in the audience for comfort, and then heaving his last breath.

As people began to file out of the room, tears welled in her eyes as she stood from her seat, “No! It’s not a fair fight!”

Harry twisted around quickly to look at his little human who was in distress. He hadn’t expected it but she continued, “Wait! He hasn’t had any water and was given a sedative! This is not fair! Please!” She turned to look at the gallery of people behind her in hopes of getting them to listen but she knew that this was their plan all along.

Harry began to walk quickly toward Y/N before he could even think. She wanted him safe, wanted him alive. When he was only a few feet away he was stopped by guards, but he managed to tell her before they pulled him away “All I need is your support. Have faith in me.”

Harry was being pulled away toward a door as Y/N’s arms were grasped to stop her from following, “Harry!” 

She watched him disappear behind James through a door and the elders behind them, “Where are they going? Wait! I need to see him! Please!”

One of the men who was holding her squeezed her arm tight, “Calm down. Everyone’s going to the same place to watch. Not sure you actually will enjoy what you’ll see, though. We all know he’s going to die. We’ve made sure of it.”

*

The training room looked like a gymnasium without equipment. Chairs were lined up along the walls and the middle was cleared with plenty of room for two men, or werewolves in this case, to fight. Y/N was placed in a seat, a guard sitting next to her. She watched the room fill in. Niall and Lester with Alma and Eddie following behind. Pack members sitting anywhere they could find space, some standing at the back where there were no seats for them. It was quite a social gathering.

The elders took their spots in their designated seats and the presiding elder stood at the center. She had to do something. She just had to. Someone had to listen. She directed her sights to the elder who seemed to not fully believe James’ statement as she stood, “Your alpha has not had anything to drink!”

Her arm was yanked and she was pulled back down to her seat. The guard said something to her but she realized that the elders were looking right at her now so she continued, totally disregarding whatever the guard was trying to tell her, “He’s been given a sedative! This fight is not fair! You must give him rest and time-”

Her mouth was covered as the guard plucked her from her spot and dragged her toward the side of the room where she would be front and center to the fight, “You’ll keep your mouth shut or I’ll throw you in the middle of the fight so James can finish you both off.”

The room was noisy with chatter and the air felt humid. The elders continued glancing her way but gave her no response. The cowards.

Suddenly the main elder began to speak loudly, hushing the crowd, “We will begin once our contenders step foot onto the floor. You know the rules,” he gestured around him as he spoke, “No interference or foul play from spectators will be tolerated. You will stand back and move out of their way if you do not want to wind up injured because they will not be penalized for accidentally harming anyone in the audience if you are too close. The only ones permitted to shift into their wolf in this room will be our contenders. Should these rules be broken, our guards have approval to kill on sight if necessary.”

No one in the room seemed phased by these parameters. In fact, most seemed quite jovial about the whole thing.

When James stepped into the center Harry followed. He caught sight of Y/N immediately. She was too close to where the action would be taking place. He didn’t like this at all. 

And as disoriented as he felt, every time he looked into her eyes he felt his resolve strengthen. He could do this. They’d tried to make this an unfair fight but Harry was far stronger than James ever was, even in his weakened state. The only reason James was confident about this fight was that he knew Harry had not been fed and had not had water in nearly 2 days. The sedative of course was the cherry on top and would put Harry at a disadvantage. But his determination was stronger than ever. He couldn’t die and lose to James because Y/N’s life hung in the balance. And for that fact alone, he would win this fight and save her life.

Y/N caught Harry’s eyes just before the fight commenced. He told her everything she needed to know in that one look. And she hoped she’d done the same, because as much as she trusted him… this might be their last interaction.

James was the first to shapeshift. Y/N didn’t even have time to blink and take the unfamiliar sight in when she saw Harry follow suit as well. Only Harry was far more majestic than James could ever be, as per her hunch. She had very little time to take in his wolf in all its splendor, but she noticed Harry’s fur was silver, no doubt a sign of lineage to the original silver wolf after which the preserve had been named. 

Both of them were large, massive, much larger than usual wolves by far, in fact, they were very much akin to large bears. Only more ferocious and canine. But Harry was definitely larger than James. 

Both had golden eyes, although Harry’s shone brighter, and she realized she’d seen his golden eyes before, she just didn’t know what she’d been looking at, for the split second he’d allowed her to see them, without his intention, no doubt.

James bared his fangs first and the two began slowly circling each other but when Harry did the same, Y/N yelped audibly. He was ferocious. His growl was otherworldly. She’d only heard something as terrifying in horror movies, and even then there was no comparison- this was real life. A real-life creature had emitted that growl. His fangs were long and shiny and pinpoint sharp, and as they continued circling she got to see him from every angle.

She couldn’t believe that was Harry. Her brain was just refusing to process it. It was impossible. Sure, Harry had always carried an air of danger and she’d always thought he was very masculine and strong and intense. But he was also soft when he wanted to be. Gentle. Loving. Affectionate. His laugh crinkled his eyes. He pouted adorably. And she recalled referring to his upper incisors as bunny teeth, even if never out loud.

This was such a far cry from the man she’d grown to love that she felt immediately light headed just from watching him alone, her heart hammering in her throat. She knew she had no reason to fear him, but it was hard to trick her brain into thinking that when the natural instinct was to run as far away as possible from such a creature. 

Though she was infinitely grateful that although ferocious, he wasn’t… sinister? She’d seen cartoons and various depictions of werewolves, of course, and they’d all looked a lot more macabre, walking on hindlegs and whatnot. 

But this was not the case. They were just… huge wolves. She could really see nothing different to the regular species. But being as large as they were, they were of course a lot more scary. Wolves were generally terrifying but a 7 foot wolf was… Something else entirely.

James was the first to pounce, as expected. He went straight for the jugular, and Y/N screamed in terror. Nobody else around her did, of course. She wasn’t used to this sort of display of violence. The animalistic growls were so loud she could feel her body shaking just from the sounds alone. 

But Harry had already anticipated James’ premature advance. He knew the fool would begin the fight too early. And because of that, James was not in proper position, nor was he warmed up for the real fight. He’d gotten ahead of himself and assumed Harry wouldn’t be prepared but instead was answered by Harry ripping him from his neck and knocking him back a good distance.

A thick tuft of fur was pulled from Harry’s throat, the skin underneath unscathed so far.

Harry’s thick tail waved slowly as he made ground circling James. His eyes were sharp on his opponent as he watched him right himself and plant his four legs back into place.

The low rumble coming from Harry and the way he retracted his lips, wrinkling the top of his muzzle and exposing his fangs was unsettling. The truth was, though, that he did need a moment to settle into his wolf form. The shift made him feel discombobulated from the energy it took. But he couldn’t show any weakness or fatigue. He didn’t want James to feel like he had the upper hand. 

The sudden lunge caught Harry off guard and he had been unable to turn and block the blow in time before they were both launched to the floor, James on top with his forepaws holding him down, claws just puncturing the surface of the thick skin at Harry’s chest.

Y/N gasped and teetered forward as her legs nearly gave out. The guard kept his grip on her arm and pulled her back, steady on her feet. 

She couldn’t believe her eyes. She looked from James’ smaller, squirrely form attacking the alpha’s broader, graceful one. He held Harry down solidly but the moment he lifted his chest and left forepaw the counter-attack from underneath came in the blink of an eye. Suddenly James was slammed onto his side and Harry was snarling over his rival, his muscles tensed as he quickly snapped his teeth and buried his sharp fangs into the space between his shoulder and flank, tearing his flesh and causing the crimson liquid to spill out onto the floor under.

Hisses and grumbles from the boisterous spectators grew loud in the room and Y/N could almost feel the floor shaking beneath her from how rowdy the crowd was. But the only thing she could focus on was the way Harry was ripping into James’ dense flesh.

The sounds coming from the pair were something from her nightmares. James’ inhuman wail was something she would not soon forget. But she knew instantly what he was trying to say with his horrifying cry. That he was terrified he was going to die.

The shift in the fight happened when James was able to kick Harry off of him. His hind claws cutting into Harry’s foreleg, causing him to back off long enough that James could catch his breath and attempt to dominate his alpha again by pouncing on him before he’d even gotten into position to counterattack. 

This put James on top of Harry’s back. He growled as he reared himself to fling James off but not before he bit into the alpha’s shoulder blade. The two rolled on the floor and Harry had some difficulty prying his rival off his back, fangs attached with his jaw tensed and unyielding.

Y/N noticed the amount of blood surrounding them on the floor. The gory scene was horrific as was the sound of their cries and guttural growls. But she was quite aware that most of the blood was coming from James. Harry had torn him up very badly. His dark flesh was flayed open with blood pouring from his side and his chest. 

When Harry heaved his body up and finally rid himself of James' attack he leaped onto him and ripped into his neck with his teeth- fur, skin, and blood flying, covering Harry’s muzzle and chest, as well as the floor. 

She covered her eyes for a moment until she heard a howl. A high-pitched scream of pain coming from James as Harry shook his head back and forth, ripping his skin apart in deeper gouges.

A hindleg reached up and claws impaled Harry’s flank near his stomach, causing him to disengage his jaw and release his opponent. The sound from the alpha scared Y/N. He too was in pain. Severely injured from the last hit.

“Harry!” Y/N shrieked, tears welling in her eyes, her vision blurred and all she saw was brown, and silver, and red and blurry movement before her.

“Stand back!” The guard who had been holding her shouted as he let her go and moved away quickly to safety.

She turned instantly, not quite aware of what was happening, or why the guard let go of her as she saw him back away.

Suddenly her body was slammed into the ground, accompanied by a searing, overwhelming sensation of pain from her chest upward to her ear. She tried to put her arm out to protect herself and stop the blows from coming but by the time she was aware it had been too late.

Harry roared and wailed as he saw James grasp Y/N by her head and pull her down to the ground, slamming her to the floor, his claws ripping into her chest and then his sharp teeth punctured her neck, and shredding into her flesh, her jugular vein the target.

The alpha assailed James and immediately tore his neck and jaw as the rest of his life drained from his body. He’d successfully dispatched his opponent and won the fight. But he’d been too late. Y/N had been brutally attacked. Lying in her own blood as more poured from her small body, he shifted back to his human and shouted as he covered her with his large frame, “Help! Someone!” He cried with a shaky voice.

To anyone in the room, it was obvious what had happened. James was on the cusp of death as Harry pushed him off of himself one final time, sending him flying to the opposite corner, close to where Y/N was being held. Seeing the opportunity there, he wobbled toward Y/N and used the last of his energy to murder the only thing Harry cared about in the world. His last effort to hurt Harry in the only way he could.

Harry was weak after everything he’d been through but the sight of his mate on the floor with her neck stripped of its flesh and her chest deeply carved into, life slipping from her body, caused his lungs to collapse as he wept over her, “Y/N… my sweet girl. Please. I’m here. Hold on!” 

He yanked his shirt off from over his head and pressed it into her neck as Lester and Niall arrived at Harry’s side to help. But that damage was too great. There seemed to be little hope that she could be saved as Niall reached for his friend to help him up, “Come on, alpha. We need to stitch you up before you lose more blood. We’ll get her sorted.”

“No!” Harry growled and pushed Niall off, “She’s my mate! You cannot let her die! Take her first!” The alpha was hysterical as he continued petting at her hair and pushing his now blood-soaked shirt into her neck.

“Nephew. She’s going to need extreme intervention which we do not have the means nor time for right now. You can still live if you let Niall patch you up before you lose too much blood.”

Harry was losing a lot of blood. Anyone could see it. The lacerated skin on his stomach was troubling to Niall. He could have a ruptured bowel and internal bleeding, and the way Harry was exerting far too much energy along with the loss of blood, he was bound to pass out. He needed him to remain conscious so he could get him to safety and operate immediately. Dragging an unconscious body to another location would be too time-consuming. They needed to move fast.

Harry gasped as the pain emanated from his breaking heart. He knew he was losing too much blood and that Niall and Lester were right, but he would not leave Y/N lying on the floor by herself.

“Give me your shirt!” He spoke quickly and put his hand out as he kept his eyes on his mate. Niall pulled the material off from over his head and Harry grabbed it and swiftly placed the fresh, dry cloth to her neck as he scooped her into his arms and stood up. He was bringing her with him. He would not leave her behind for the pack to discard of her body. If it was the last thing he did, he’d leave with her and never look back. Just as he promised he would do after gaining victory over his accuser.

Chapter 11

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[slytherhys]

On-Going Stories 🌞

Cruel Summer - I love you ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? - With a broken heart and a bruised ego, Elain tries to survive living alongside Azriel in her family's summer home, where they all gather to celebrate Nesta and Cassian's wedding.

Threads of Fate & Magical Inns - On her way to Velaris, a storm forces Elain to stop at a remote inn for the night. After finding herself snowed in, Elain has to wait the storm out with only a solemn cat as company. Or so she thought.

Feysand Oneshots ✨

Home - A short domestic oneshot of feysand and baby nyx

Beautiful Boy - Nyx’s first birthday party.

Elriel Oneshots 🌹

After Midnight - Elriel sneaking out to the cabin (Elriel Month 2023)

Secrets and Promises - An Elriel Starfall One Shot

Lonely Heart - Injured Azriel (hurt/comfort)

Lover of Mine - "How about some lazy morning sex for Elriel"

Keeping Secrets - Cassian's allergies help him solve a mystery 🪻

Mastermind - An Elriel Halloween One-Shot 🎃

One Night Only - An Elriel Christmas Story 🎄

Noctis Florere - Vampire AU 🧛‍♂️

A Case of Punctuality - New Year's Eve One-Shot (Pure Smut) 🎆

Too Sweet (for me) - Azriel tries not to think about Elain (and fails miserably) 🥃

Rowaelin Oneshots ❤️‍🔥

I've Just Seen a Face - Modern AU, Coffee-shop x love at first sight (songfic)

Threads of Fate and Magical Pubs - A Rowaelin Christmas Story 🎄

Rowaelin Fanfic ❤️‍🔥

Strung-Out Heart - Oh hold

Bonus 💫

November Prompts - Elriel, Elorcan, Manorian 🍂

12 Days of Christmas - 12 short christmas stories to celebrate the holidays. Includes Feysand, Elriel & Nessian! 🎄

You can also read my stories on AO3 !

#masterlist #my writing #elriel #feysand #rowaelin #prompts are welcome! #manorian #pro elriel #elorcan

[ascendancy-echoes]

Chapter 16: Exile

7th of Ninthmoon, 1019AG, Heckran Cape, Alastori (west of Medina)

Melichor awoke with a start in the predawn hours. It took him a moment to process that there was a furious pounding at his front door. Throwing on his robe, Melichor went down the hall to the front door. As he approached, he heard two small, familiar voices arguing at the door.

“They’re gonna catch us, Brogan.”

“Not if we’re quick. He has to know.”

Melichor opened the door to the sight of the two imps, Fechin and Brogan, from Medina. He knew them well. They had sold him leather countless times for him to use in his smithing projects and he in turn would trade them goods from the Zenan continent. Still, they were not known for visiting for social reasons, let alone at such an early hour.

“What are you two doing here at this ungodly hour?” he grumbled, annoyed that he was woken up so early than the fact he had unexpected visitors.

“We’ll be quick, I swear,” said Brogan.

Fechin nodded. “The Elder kicked the bucket a few days ago and naturally that means his son is in charge.”

Melichor stood there, baffled, and asked “What does this have to do with me right now?”

“Oz has never liked that his dad let you live on this island,” Fechin explained. “We’re pretty sure he’s sending Noctis Arbitra to get rid of you.”

Brogan added, “We overheard the whole thing between him and Nocturna the other day at his manor. One of the many advantages of being an Imp is that no one pays us much mind and we can hide well.”

“So yeah… You’ve always been really cool about us Mystics and we don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Melichor nodded. “Thank you for the warning. You best hurry back then. Don’t worry about an old human like me, I’ll be fine.”

Brogan and Fechin nodded. They wished Melichor safe travels and ran back across the meadow into the forest, vanishing into the fog.

Meanwhile, Melichor sighed and shut the door. There was no getting back to sleep with this news weighing on his mind. He had known Brogan and Fechin for years and trusted their word. He went down the hall to change out of his sleepwear. He wondered if he had time to make a few trips but something told him he had little time to act.

Once dressed, Melichor packed a few articles of clothing and hurried down to his basement where he grabbed his books and things of sentimental value. Tools could be replaced, but not mementos or knowledge. Once he had gathered all that he knew he could carry, Melichor hurried down the path to the dock where his personal steamboat was moored. He quickly stowed his belongings below deck then made his way to the deck to cast off and then to the cabin to start the engine.

Melichor heard the sound of shattering glass and angry voices. While he couldn’t make out clearly what was being said, it would seem that Fechin and Brogan’s fears had been well founded. Wasting no time, Melichor started the engine and pulled away from the docks. He looked up to see smoke. Moments later, flames rose into the early morning sky. It was clear that the Mystics had set his house aflame.

Melichor was a fair distance from the dock when his boat let out a loud sputter. Moments later, a serpentine figure hurried down the steps to the dock. Melichor could see it was one of the snake-like Naga. The Naga tried to throw a fire spell his way, but the flames fell short of hitting his boat and fizzled in the sea water. Seeing they couldn’t pursue didn’t stop Melichor from pushing his boat to its limit and heading to Guardia. He had to tell Janus and the others. Things were changing in Medina.

~o~O~o~

Lucca sighed and smiled as she cleaned up the kitchen. For the third time that week, Zarya had woken up before her and Janus and attempted to make coffee for her and tea for Janus. Three times now, Zarya had made a mess rather than beverages. Neither Janus or Lucca could stay mad for very long. After all, Zarya’s intentions were very sweet and considerate. It was just a mild annoyance to have to clean up spilled coffee beans and tea leaves after their increasingly independent and willful daughter.

While Lucca cleaned up the kitchen, Janus was serving breakfast to Zarya and reminding her for the third time that week that coffee and tea were grownup jobs or at least not done without an adult nearby. Zarya nodded in understanding, for the third time that week, and set to work devouring the pancakes before her. Her mouth full of breakfast, she asked abruptly for water, being sure to add the word ‘please’ at the last moment.

As Janus turned to fetch Zarya some water, he heard a loud, urgent knock at the door. He, Zarya and Lucca looked towards the front door. It was rather early for anyone to be visiting. Janus hurried over to the front door and opened it to an exhausted looking Melichor.

“Hiii Granpa Mel!” Zarya called out from the table.

Janus stared at Melichor for a long moment before he finally asked, “What are you doing here?”

“There is an urgent matter I need to speak to you and Lucca about as well as Crono and Marle,” Melichor replied. “But I doubt these old legs can manage the trek up to the castle right now.”

“Come in,” Janus gestured for Melichor to come inside. He offered Melichor a seat in the living room before he quickly turned to Zarya, seeing her start to slide out of her chair, and said, “No, finish your breakfast and wash your hands before you come say hello to Melichor.”

Melichor chuckled weakly. He smiled and said, “She’s grown quite a bit since I saw her last.”

“She's already taller than Lucca by a couple inches,” Janus replied, glancing back at Zarya. Turning his attention back to Melichor, he asked, “So, why are you here?”

“I will spare you the details as Zarya is present but suffice to say, my presence on Alastori was no longer welcome,” Melichor sighed. “I was very lucky to have been warned by some sympathetic Mystics although I do honestly fear for their safety.”

“Why? I thought you said the Mystics didn’t mind you living over there,” Janus remarked.

Melichor gazed at his hands. “There has been a sudden change in leadership in Medina and I’m afraid Ozzie the Eighth’s son is less tolerant of human presence near Medina than his father was.”

Janus wanted to know more but Melichor had made it clear that whatever had happened was not for Zarya’s ears. As Janus pondered what to say or ask, he felt Lucca’s hand on his arm.

“Why don’t you and Melichor talk outside?” Lucca suggested. “I’ll take Zarya up to the castle once she’s done eating and tell Crono and Marle that you need to talk to them, Melichor.”

Janus nodded. He looked back to Zarya who had been watching the adults intently as she ate. Janus walked over and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. Smiling, he asked softly, “Finish your breakfast and then do you think you can help your mom at the castle for a little bit?”

“Okaaaay.” Zarya sang out. “Go see Oren?”

“We can do that,” Lucca said with a smile.

As Zarya set to eating the rest of her breakfast, Janus gestured for Melichor to follow him out the front door and around to a small garden at the side of the house. Melichor sat down on the wooden bench by a maple tree and sighed.

“I don’t know everything, Janus but I do know two Imps whom I trust came to me before dawn with the news that Ozzie the Eighth had died and now his son is the new Elder of Medina,” he explained. “They feared Medina’s spy order was on their way to come to kill me so I packed what I could and got to my boat. Glad the darn thing hadn’t been sabotaged. Turns out the Imps’ fears were well founded. No sooner had I pulled away from the dock when I saw that some Mystics had set my house on fire. If I had not acted when I had and escaped, they would have killed me.”

Janus frowned. “Why would the Mystics become hostile now? Do you think it’s related to the spies we found at the castle a few years ago?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Melichor replied. “All I know is things are changing in Alastori and we would be wise to do something about it.”

Janus sighed. He agreed that something should be done but he wasn’t sure what. Politics were never his thing. Silently, he hoped that Crono or Marle would have a better idea of what could be done. Not wanting to dwell on the news Melichor had just shared and not sure what else to say, Janus decided to offer Melichor something to eat.

It was only when Janus offered a meal to Melichor that he realized he hadn’t eaten yet that day. He had spent the last three hours or so fleeing for his life and had neglected to truly stop and rest. He sighed and accepted Janus’s offer. Back inside the house, he drank the tea that he had left at the table and waited for Janus to bring him something to eat. As he sat there, he felt a sudden and strong hug that almost knocked him out of the chair.

“Byeeee Granpa Mel!” Zarya said sweetly before she ran over to hug Janus and tell him goodbye as well.

Lucca gave Janus a quick kiss goodbye before she and Zarya departed to the castle. Janus sighed as the door closed and went back to the kitchen to cook something for Melichor. Melichor could hear Janus muttering in Zealian, trying to reassure himself that Lucca and Zarya would be okay going to the castle without him. A faint but noticeable air of darkness hung over Janus as he quietly fretted to himself.

“I’m sorry to have brought this dire news to you,” Melichor sighed. “I didn’t mean to cause you so much anxiety.”

Janus, focused on the sizzling egg in the pan, said nothing. He heard Melichor’s apology and accepted it but he couldn’t think about the news now. After several silent minutes, he brought the food over to Melichor. Turning back to go clean up the kitchen, Janus told Melichor that he didn’t need to apologize.

“Yes, I’m upset and worried about Lucca and Zarya but I know Lucca will keep her safe and I’d rather know what the Mystics are doing than be caught by surprise. Besides that, I’m glad you made it here safely.”

Melichor smiled and thanked Janus for his hospitality. Janus nodded and went back to focusing on the chores in front of him. As Melichor ate, he thought about the morning’s events. He worried about the two imps that had warned him. Given how quickly the other Mystics had arrived, he feared that the Imps had been intercepted on their way home.

“You okay?” Janus asked, sitting down across the table. “Is the food alright?”

Melichor nodded. “It’s delicious. I’m sorry, my mind is on the Imps that helped me… They risked their lives to warn me of the danger and I fear they were caught.”

“So, how is Zarya doing?” he asked, changing the subject. “She’s grown quite a bit since I last saw her. Certainly more talkative.”

Janus smiled and nodded. “She’s come about talking at her own pace.She still has some odd quirks of speech that I’m not sure where they came from or why she says things how she does… Lucca and I made her some communication cards a couple of years ago for when talking becomes too much for her. She’s very good at those.”

Caught up in talking about Zarya, Janus continued to go on for several minutes about Zarya’s accomplishments and strengths. He mentioned that she loved ‘going camping’ with Lucca and her grandparents although this really just meant getting to roast marshmallows and having a sleepover at their house. Janus went on to tell Melichor how Zarya could invoke magic spells without an incantation but still needed to draw out the runes. She was always trying to help him cook, sometimes causing more trouble than help. Janus noted that Zarya loved to sing and was leagues better than he or Lucca and that she often begged Lucca not to sing. Sometimes, if she was in the right mood, she asked Janus to sing.

“I taught her a few songs in Zealian,” Janus confessed. “Even if I’m off-key, she likes to hear the songs I remember.”

Melichor nodded and smiled. It helped ease his mind to hear Janus speak so happily of his daughter.

Suddenly the front door opened and Zarya came in, wailing about coming home. She stomped up the stairs, crying out that she didn’t want to go home. A door shut loudly and more crying could be heard. Lucca came in and sighed.

“She’s mad that we had to come back home,” she explained. “Marle’s here but I’m going to go calm down Zarya.”

Lucca hurried up the stairs after Zarya as Marle came in and approached Melichor and Janus.

“Lucca told me that there was an incident but she couldn’t elaborate with Zarya or the kids around,” Marle said.

Marle listened intently as Melichor recounted the morning’s events. Having been caught up on the issue, she sighed. It was Guardia’s duty to ensure that the Mystics never threatened the world after the war four hundred years prior. Now she was presented with the fact that the Mystics would kill any humans that set foot on their land.

“I will send messages to Porre and Choras as well as the provinces to warn them to avoid the waters close to Alastori, but there isn’t much else I think we can do,” she said. “We can’t certainly waste resources invading the Mystics when technically, most, have kept their promise to stay in their lands.”

Melichor raised an eyebrow and asked “Nothing was done after Yakra’s failed coup?”

“My father saw no point in punishing Medina when we had basically done the job for him by killing the invaders,” Marle replied grimly. “It’s still a secret we’ve kept from the other nations.”

“And of the infiltrators Janus told me about?” Melichor asked.

Marle frowned. “The one that escaped spoke of ‘finding what she was looking for’ but nothing was stolen or planted.. The two others insisted they were not here for revenge, but that could have been a lie.”

Melichor frowned and said, “I know I’m going to sound like a crazy old man…but what if the new Elder is bold enough to send another force like Yakra’s? Will you four be able to keep your children safe? When is the last time, besides Janus, that any of you used magic? Or practiced with your weapons? I think it would behoove you to teach the children to defend themselves.”

“I can’t teach Zarya magic for fighting,” Janus protested. “She’s just a child.”

“Likewise, you can’t expect us to put the burden on Liz or Oren,” Marle added. “Even with Liz knowing how to use a sword… Oren hates the very idea of harming others. He’ll refuse outright.”

“I’m not saying prepare your children for war or put them in danger,” Melichor clarified. “I’m saying, you four should be prepared for the possibility of another incident like the one that happened during the Millenial Faire. You have the edge this time of knowing something might be coming and Janus and Zarya can see through illusions.”

Marle frowned, knowing Melichor had a point. She hadn’t used her crossbow or cast a spell since the fight with Lavos. Yes, Crono did practice his katana with Liz, but there was a difference between a friendly spar with a child and actual fighting. Overall, they were unprepared for an invasion like the one that had happened to her father.

“Maybe I am wrong and Medina will remain isolationist, fade into obscurity when they can’t grow beyond the island,” Melichor continued. “But you know as well as I that history can repeat itself. Things are not as simple as they seem.”

“I’ll talk to Crono,” Marle sighed. Bidding Melichor farewell, Marle went to the front door, with Janus following her.

Janus looked back at Melichor then returned his attention to Marle. “If Crono wants, I could help you and him with remembering how to cast your spells.”

“He’d probably prefer that to the kids learning to fight using magic,” Marle remarked. “I know that’s something I’d prefer.”

“I’ll come by later then,” Janus said.

Marle nodded and approached the guards that had escorted her to the Ashtears. Janus stood by the door and watched Marle depart before going back inside.

“I best get back to town and find lodgings,” Melichor sighed, getting up from the table. “Thank you again for the meal.”

Janus smiled weakly and said, “You’re welcome… I’m sorry that your house was burned down.”

“Homes can be rebuilt or replaced,” Melichor replied. “Take care, Janus. I’ll stop by once I obtain an inn room.”

Janus nodded and stood by the door. He watched as Melchior made his way down the road towards Truce. Long after Melichor had walked out of sight, Janus was still standing at the doorway, lost in worried thought. A gentle hand on his arm snapped him out of his pensive state and he looked down to see Lucca smiling at him. She leaned against him and offered him some reassuring words. If something was going to happen regarding the Mystics, then they knew it was coming. If nothing was going to happen, then they had nothing to worry about. Either way, they would be prepared for any possibility.

#chrono trigger au #echoes in time #chrono trigger

[glaivenoct]

NyxNoct: "They never knew what to buy each other for these occasions; there were traditional suggestions everywhere around the city and on offer from their friends just trying to watch their backs, but neither of them were traditional sort of guys."

It's how Noctis ends up with a card featuring a cartoon Moogle and it's heart shaped antenna, a single blue rose and a bottle of shampoo. Noctis blinks at the peach colored bottle in the kindest curiosity, turning it over to look at the ivory label.

Honey & Apricot enriched, with a familiar depiction of an apricot hanging from a vine. Noctis purses his lower lip, a wrinkle slitting across the bridge of his nose as he tries to recall the last time he saw this.

"That cabin trip we took for your birthday last year," Nyx answers the silent question as he sits next to Noctis on the couch. "Remember? You forgot your shampoo, but got lucky they had some travel sized ones in the bathroom for guests. It made your hair super soft and you said you were obsessed with the smell."

That's right. Noctis remembers saying he was going to switch shampoos immediately once they got home, but it must've slipped his mind. He didn't remember to snag the bottle to look back at either.

What he does remember are the nights Nyx would join him in the shower and kiss his shoulders as the soothingly warm water rolled down their backs. They'd help each other wash up, always saving Noct's hair for last. For whatever reason, whenever Nyx works his fingers across Noct's scalp, massaging and getting the shampoo to suds up, Noctis nearly falls asleep.

There were a few nights during that cabin trip where Noctis was half asleep by the time they cuddled up together in bed. Still, Noctis vaguely remembers feeling Nyx's steady heartbeat against his cheek, or Nyx nosing into his extra fluffy hair while running fingers through it.

"You remembered that?" Noctis smiles up at him.

"Not the most traditionally romantic thing..." Nyx laughs nervously and shrugs. "But after everything tonight, I can wash your hair for you with your favorite scent. It's, uh..." He clears his throat and quickly mutters under his breath, "It's kinda my favorite too. To smell on you, I mean. That- that sounded weird… Not a selfish gift at all!"

"I think it's great," Noct says with a wide grin and enamored gaze. He bites his lip and then lowers his head as he looks off to the side. "My gift, um... isn't completely selfless either."

Nyx perks up at that, surprised as though he'd forgotten he was worthy of receiving something in exchange. Noct turns to grab the plain gray gift bag sitting behind him and sets it down in front of Nyx.

The card features the beloved Li'l Malbuddy making a heart with a pair of his own tentacles. The heart shaped box of chocolate confections is a limited time line of treats from Nyx's favorite bakery. The main gift at the very bottom is folded neatly; a soft, dark blue sweater. It's the perfect size for Nyx as he unfolds it, revealing the text on the front - a check mark appropriately marking the box next to the word ANTI-PANTS.

Nyx bursts into laughter.

"I wore it for two days to test the soft and comfy levels for you," Noctis says nonchalantly. "My research shows it's super soft and comfy."

"'Course it did."

And of course, by natural instinct at this point in their relationship, any clothes Nyx owns are prone to being stolen and regularly modeled by one infamous sweater thief of a prince.

It's a gift for the both of them as much as the shampoo is.

"So... maybe after dinner, some wine and movie, you'll have something comfy to slip into after a bubble bath."

"Maybe," Nyx repeats skeptically, tilting his head at Noct.

"Hey, you can wear it tonight! If it goes missing after that, I don't know what to tell you."

"Hm. Might have to place you under arrest the next time I catch you, thief."

"Is that a threat," Noct smirks at him, "or a promise?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Nyx chuckles, leaning in to steal a quick kiss from Noct's lips.

Somehow, straying a little from the traditional side always seems to work for them.

#nyxnoct asks #author entries: fics #if there's mistakes don't @ me I proofed this one quickly #thank you for sending! <3 #still going to work on the others

[autumn-lavelle]

Always thinking of you

Quietly leaving the flying ships cabin, the nocturnal feline summoner made his way towards the ships railing. The night left him feeling anxious, wanting to move and explore, and learn the tales of all the stars and constellations. Sadly, deep blue eyes gazed heavenward. Those shining stars reminded him of his bonded, and the one who he had to keep away from...for now. The miqo'te gazed down at the simple ring on his hand. The gem shimmering in the moonlight. The light reflecting on it made it seem like it was forged from Menphina's ice itself.

"Ignis...." Are you gazing at the same sky as I am right now?

For the last few years they had to be separated because of conflicts, and of course the mad man chasing him down, and his father being influenced by an Aeon... Ignis had agreed to stay behind and play the part of loyal tracker for the Caelum family. However, before the miqo'te had run away he and Ignis had a bonding ceremony. Their rings able to connect them...even when far apart.

"'Wherever you are..all always come to your side'...that's what you told me, right Ignis?" Closing his eyes he pictured his beloved Elezen, lifting his hand up to kiss the cool gem. He craved the white mages touch, and the comforting and familiar presence that came with him there. The fire and heat that rumbled beneath that cool facade, and sharp green eyes the color Nophica's forests. His tail twitched with remembrance, but sadly ...nothing would come of it. 'Ignis...are you thinking of me too?'

---

Miles away, standing in the amphitheater of Gridania, the Elezen mage gazed up at the constellations he and his beloved had memorized hundreds of times in their youth. Silently he removed his gloved, left hand, and gazed at the ring that stood out against his damaged flesh. Picturing his bonded, he lifted his hand up to kiss the band reverently. 'Noctis...I love you...always.'

They shared the same sky. Their souls bonded by the vows of bonding, and the love that strengthened in their youth to now. No matter how far apart they will feel one another, and shall always be a hearts wish away to go to their lovers side.

Always...

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[painedprince]

"Iggy's kind of... uh. Special, yeah." Prompto summarized much too simply, probably, but even if Noct was exaggerating... yeah he kind of had the feeling Ignis might just do exactly that.

Pushing that idea out of his mind, of course he snorted at Noctis' phrasing. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Nice big cuddly get-together... maybe breakfast in bed in the morning... Well, that'd mean someone having to get out of bed first, and that's a little terrible. I guess combining a kitchen and a bedroom would be a bad idea, huh?" He just slung his arms around his fiance, gently pulling him in closer again. "Mm, we should turn these sleep-overs into actually moving in and finishing the house, huh..."

"You make it sound like a bad thing... We owe him a lot for taking care of us."

"Ignis would never allow it." He was very much the type to scold someone for getting crumbs on the blankets.

"...Yeah. We set our goals too high. Like- we're always gonna imagine new projects, so we may as well work with what we have. If we're used to sleeping in the woods, then an unfinished cabin is a pretty big improvement to that... I like whenever Ignis makes us breakfast. It's like... kind of romantic?"

[ffxvficrec]

2022 FFXV SECRET SANTA EXCHANGE FIC ROUND UP

You can also check out the collection here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/FFXVSecretSanta2022

We’ve listed pairings, archive warnings, and ratings, but please remember to mind the tags!

Stuck With You by Anty_20

General Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Heavy snow prevents Noctis and Prompto from attending a Christmas celebration with their friends, so they enjoy some time together.

Sweeter Than Cocoa by LadyKF

General Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Noctis may not be as smooth as Ignis, but he can be just as sweet.

Silent Night by Loki_chan

No Archive Warnings Apply

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Prompto had it all planned out. He was going to get Noct the perfect present and confess the feelings he'd been hiding for so long. The people with guns were a complication he hadn't planned.

A Recipe to Die for by Shiary

No Archive Warnings Apply

Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Ardyn Izunia & Noctis Lucis Caelum

Ardyn was bored, bored enough that he was contemplating whether or not he should goad the irritating Lady Hilose into a fight with her previous lover, Lord Filac. As amusing as these so-called peace talks were, the endless parties that followed were utterly wasteful. As he was contemplating how to best get them at each other’s throats, he saw a small form moving oh-so-carefully out of a nearby hallway to hide behind a brightly decorated column.

Stood Up by fairygodpiggy 

Teen Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum

To keep his mind off being stood up, Gladio picks up a shift at Moonflow Café, but his co-workers won't stop reminding him of his heartache. When it looks like the same fate is about to happen to a cute blond named Prompto, Gladio takes matters into his own hands and saves the date.

That Snowy Knight by Seradyn 

General Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Prompto Argentum/Ravus Nox Fleuret

When the terms of the peace treaty were given, a surprise clause was added, stipulating not only the Prince of Insomnia and Princess of Tenebrae be wed, but that another of Niflheim’s officials be wed to a Lucian. As it happens, today, Prompto is to marry one Ravus Nox Fleuret.

Bigger than the Whole Sky by oathkeptroxas

General Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Noctis Lucis Caelum & Regis Lucis Caelum

The war is finally over. Yet, Prompto just doesn't feel like celebrating. Somehow he still feels like he's lost something.

Past the Wind by roshytsunami

Teen Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Aranea Highwind

Prompto encourages Ignis to join him for a pre-finals party for some well-needed rest therapy. However, the night doesn't go as they expect due to drunken confessions and a snowstorm.

Curses, Kisses by Ember_Lace 

Teen Rating

Major Character Death

Crowe Altius/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Crowe Altius & Nyx Ulric

Crowe and Nyx are assigned by King Noctis to save Fae Princess Lunafreya from her prison in a cursed tower within Tenebrae. But when they get there, they find themselves caught up in a plot to save the Empire from destroying itself.

Niflheim's Secret Shiva Gift Exchange! by TheDarkestDandelion 

General Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Ravus Nox Fleuret & Aranea Highwind & Ardyn Izunia

After a 'misunderstanding' Ardyn ends up hosting this year Niflheim's Secret Shiva Exchange! However, there is one problem, he doesn't exactly know what a Secret Shiva Exchange is...

Once Upon a Midnight Dreary by AssortedGeekery

Teen Rating

No Archive Warnings Apply

Ardyn Izunia/Cor Leonis

Stranded without a mount and a storm coming in, Cor could do a lot worse than a Hunter cabin and a roaring fire. But he may have to share it with an unexpected guest.

Late Bloomer by AssortedGeekery 

Teen Rating

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia/Nyx Ulric

In a world where most people's soulmates live within 500 miles of their partner, it can take a little work to find your opposite number. If you're looking. If you WANT to look. If you're ALLOWED to look. Noctis is allowed, but doesn't care. Prompto....would really like the chance.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ffxv secret santa 2022 #ffxv fic #final fantasy xv fic

[stonecoldmeme]

"They won't eat us! I'm their favorite." He nodded. "What happens to the food? What do you... I mean- they don't smell or anything... Can't smell much worse than a chocobo pen. I don't even smell it half the time because I'm always over there. When we move the chocobos over to the cabin, it'll be your problem, too. It's kind of gross, but... animals are just kind of gross sometimes! Not their fault. And they're so cute, too..."

"Noctis, darling." Ignis eased his way back into the conversation with gentle words. It was a point to be made and something to be asked, in any case. "The chocobo pen will certainly have a smell, and I wouldn't necessarily expect the cats to... contribute to that, overly much..." He paused to choose his words carefully.

"Prompto also occasionally mucks out stalls and the like. Cleaning up after them. I'd only like your assurance that you'll consider a bit of kind population control before we may essentially be living in a litter box." That was, as far as he could manage, the most polite that concern could be expressed.

#IC #painedprince #GameverseAU!Ignis - Chocobo Wranglers #((I am sitting here at midnight cackling over Ignis trying to be very very diplomatic about cat poo)) #((I have chosen this life)) #((Ignis has chosen this life too)) #((it is very romantic))

[xaracosmia]

hiiiii! it's quin here, the date is 2/10 and i'd like to first drop malleus draconia from twisted wonderland. she was housed in cabin 006! he will return i prommy. i would also like to reserve noctis lucis caelum from final fantasy xv! you can contact me on magicalshift @ twitter!!! YAYY

hiiii quin!! thanks for writing malleus with us while you did--we will await his return! in the meantime, noctis has been reserved for you until 2/19! - mod pastel

#xc reserve #xc drop #mun: quin/october

[chosenbythecrystal]

🎣

Send 🎣 to take my muse fishing

Noctis had been looking forward to this for months.

His father had promised to take him on a fishing trip if his report card was good which it had been. He'd given it to the man a few days ago and as promised, his father had rearranged his schedule so they could go this weekend. Uncle Cor would be going with them since his dad had insisted Clarus stay with his own children. Noctis didn't mind too much that it wouldn't be just the two of them. He loved Cor and the man had promised he'd keep his distance so they could have father and son time.

They hadn't been for a while, but his family owned a large cabin outside the City. It was close enough that they were still well within their territory, even with the war going on, and reinforcements could arrive quickly if needed, but it was quiet and there was a really good fishing spot.

After arriving at the cabin about an hour ago, they'd unpacked and had a quick breakfast before heading to the lake. Noctis sat there, dangling his feet over the water as he cast his line.

"I'm totally gonna outfish you, old man."

#thelastkingoflight #verse; crown prince

[mugchild]

#cabin noctis #cabin terra #cabin noctis memes #noctis camper #ily terra but why #jdkfjsd #is noctis that one person who likes everybody but who everybody else hates? #i think so lmao #anyways #camp averno #campaverno2021 #camp averno 2021 #averno #averno township #averno town

[avocadoguru]

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 3 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 4 (word count: 10k)

When Harry was sure Y/N had fallen asleep he prepared his spot on the couch to settle in for the night. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep well. First of all, the couch would barely fit his large frame comfortably. Harry was used to sleeping in his large, plush bed back home with lots of space to stretch out. And of course, there was the fact that the girl was just in the other room.

Sitting down on the couch and stretching he looked at his nephew who was watching him closely. Harry didn’t normally sleep at the cabin so the pup seemed confused that he was there, but also there was something accusatory behind his eyes again, “What? Don’t look at me like that. Go into the bedroom with Y/N and watch over her for the night why don’t you? You’ll be more useful in there anyway.” Harry got up from the couch with a pillow in hand, opening the door for his nephew to enter the bedroom with Y/N. He tossed the pillow down on the floor next to the foot of the bed and looked at the pup, gesturing to the pillow, “Go on. This is your bed for the night,” he whispered. 

Watching his nephew curl up on the pillow he looked back at the girl lying on his bed fast asleep, hoping her dreams were kind with no thought of the wolves who’d earlier threatened her life. He gently closed the door behind himself, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Harry also needed to be alone with his thoughts. No distractions or other beings near him. Just peace and silence. The pup wasn’t usually noisy or anything but sometimes he wanted to sleep next to Harry and curl into his side at night when he stayed in the cabin with his nephew, and Harry didn’t have the heart to shoo him away, even though he wasn’t used to having to share his personal space. But tonight, he just wanted to be alone and reflect.

With the quiet finally surrounding the cabin, Harry began to undress himself. He paused for a moment considering that the girl was in the cabin with him but shrugged to himself. He always slept naked anyway. And he’d have a sheet over himself just in case she were to walk in. Not that he minded if she saw him. With his clothes draped over the back of the couch and his boots neatly placed side by side, he laid back into the cushions and closed his eyes. 

He wanted to find sleep quickly but it didn’t come. He normally didn’t have trouble falling asleep. However, it wasn’t a surprise to him that he couldn’t get the girl off of his mind. He tried. He really did. He thought of everything but her. He tried to remember the story his uncle had told him about their lineage when he was young. He thought about all of the responsibilities he had on his plate that he wasn’t sure he was truly ready for. He even thought about the car he had at his home and how he needed to have it washed. He stared up at the ceiling and looked at the wood knot and tried counting the circles one by one… But none of that was good enough. She was all he could focus on. And the worst part was he couldn’t control his body’s response. 

But Y/N was fast asleep, unaware of the turmoil Harry was going through just the room over. He was cradling his hard cock in his hand and willing himself into a calm state. But he failed. He couldn’t resist the urge to stroke himself slowly to relieve the ache. He was painfully hard and he couldn’t stop imagining having the girl bent over the arm of the couch or spread out on his big bed at home. He grunted quietly at the thought of it because he knew if he turned up the charm just a little bit with her she’d be putty in his hands and he wouldn’t need to imagine it any longer. The skin along his shaft moved with his hand and he rubbed over his slit softly. Just a little. Just to relieve the ache, he told himself. He couldn’t believe the way he was reacting to her. He realized that he was attracted to her but the way he was behaving was usually reserved for a mate. She was a human. He was a beast. She would lead a normal and relatively mundane life if she were lucky. He was an alpha leader and his life would never be mundane. He could only ever wish for a mundane life like most humans experienced. But that wasn’t in the cards for him.

But none of that mattered to him when she was close enough to smell. Just in the other room. With her pants off. The dried sweat on her skin. The smell that emanated from her when they made any kind of prolonged eye contact. She was aroused. Even if it didn’t wet her panties, he smelled the pheromones pouring from her. If he played into those soft glances and all the moments he touched her that made her heart pound for a just bit longer it would have resulted in her aroused state physically manifesting itself.

He let out a quiet sigh as he tossed and turned. He swallowed and stuffed his nose into his pillow and it only reminded him that she was sleeping in his bed and her scent would permeate everything. He pressed his hips down into the couch to relieve the small ache in his dick. He hated that this was how he reacted to her. And if it wasn’t enough, her scent wasn’t the only thing that he was drawn to. He liked her voice. He liked the way her skin looked smooth and soft. He loved how small she seemed next to him. He liked her attitude too. She was tough and brave. There were things about her personality that reminded him of some of the alpha females he was drawn to as well. Though she was clearly only human, he liked the way she carried herself. And the way she challenged him without hesitance. No one had ever defied him the way she did. No one would stare into his eyes and hold their ground with such nerve. Not man nor beast. And it all just made her that much more desirable. And of course, being a male, he was a visual creature so he imagined what she’d look like taking him. Would that even be possible? He had to stop. His thoughts were wrong. 

Eventually, he rolled to his back and tucked his hands behind his head. He needed to make sure his hands weren’t anywhere near his hardened prick. Closing his eyes he sighed and finally sleep found him but he wasn’t free of her even in his dreams.

Waking up, Y/N was startled upon opening her eyes and taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. It all came back to her when the pain in her leg made its presence known. She must’ve moved it when she flinched and now she had to bite her tongue and not make any noise so as to not wake up the man– Harry. His name was Harry, she reminded herself, and the moment they shared when he’d finally told her. She didn’t regret telling him she’d been mistaken about him. Even though the cabin was still a mystery, she could tell he wasn’t a bad person. Not at all.

Hearing a small whine and a huff, she realized she was not alone. The pup was in there with her. She didn’t remember it there when she went to sleep, Harry must’ve brought it in along with a pillow to sleep on. She placed her index finger over her lips and gestured for it to keep quiet. She felt silly right after she’d done it- but somehow in the moment the little one seemed to have understood her.

It was barely breaking dawn outside, and he was no doubt still fast asleep on the couch in the other room. She didn’t want to wake him up, surely he was still tired from carrying her all the way back to the cabin the previous night alone- though he never showed it. But she had an ulterior motive as to not to wake him up- and that was, she needed to pee quite urgently. And the last thing she wanted was for him to offer to carry her outside or something embarrassing like that. He seemed hell-bent on ensuring her ankle recovered properly.

Maybe he just wanted her out of his hair. The faster she could walk back to her car, the less likely he was gonna need to carry her out of there himself.

Y/N tried her level best to not put any weight on her right foot while she got off the bed, and although her initial plan had been to pull her pants on, she quickly realized that was near impossible without assistance. Not to mention how difficult it would make her task outside.

Leaning on her left, she hopped around as quietly as possible, which proved quite difficult with how the hardwood floor was creaking with every step, much less hop. She debated taking off her left boot she’d put on to go outside, but then her socks would get soiled and she really didn’t want that. She fished out wet wipes from her backpack and popped chewing gum into her mouth.

Opening the door to the bedroom quietly, she peered outside and took in the view before her. She could only see the back of the sofa the man had gone to sleep on, so she assumed he was still there.

Leaning her palm against the wall for more stability, she resumed hopping her way to the entryway when a very deep groan stopped her in her tracks. For a second she thought the sound had come from the pup, but it was way too small to emit such a guttural noise. Looking over her shoulder she caught sight of the man sitting up on the sofa, a measly sheet covering his midsection. It was barely covering anything, in truth, since he was quite obviously completely naked underneath, so much so that she was certain she could see the outline of his morning wood. There was no mistaking that for anything else–

“Y/N.” Harry cleared his gruff morning voice while rubbing at his face tiredly. “Where do you think you’re headed?”

She was at a loss for words as she tried to collect her thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence. His disheveled morning hair, his nakedness, his tattoos. His eyes looked so intense in the morning. His five o’clock hint of a stubble accentuating the shape of his lips…

“I– I’m sorry, I tried not to wake you up, but I need to pee and it’s quite urgent.”

She didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned her head to toe unashamedly. He wasn’t being subtle about it at all. After lingering over what she could just assume was the curve of her ass peeking through the dress shirt no doubt, his lustful gaze lowered inch by inch until it landed on her booted leg and her other bandaged one that she tried her best to keep off the ground. His expression changed and his eyes shot up back to hers “I’ll take you.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, cringing “Harry- please don’t fight me on this. I’d rather my bladder explode than have you help me go pee.”

His brows furrowed as though she’d just told him the most outrageous thing he’d ever heard “Why are you being so weird about your body? I’ve already seen you naked, remember? So you have to wee, every living thing does. Get over yourself.”

He was about to throw the sheet off of himself when she turned her head back facing the entryway. She’d seen him flaccid and had been dickmatized ever since. She couldn’t handle it at full mast, she just couldn’t.

Facing away from him, she could hear him shuffling around probably getting dressed “Can you just drop it, please? I’ll be fine. I’ll lean against the wall and be done in no time. Just please… give me some privacy.”

Harry scoffed behind her and she didn’t wait for his reply, hopping off as quickly as she could muster and even closing the door behind her.

But after she chose her spot as far away from any windows as possible (ideally, she’d have chosen a spot in the bushes but she couldn’t hop all the way over there on uneven ground and she knew it) she realized peeing outdoors, as a woman, involved crouching. Which she couldn’t do. Her panties definitely made everything ten times more difficult. But she eventually made it work somehow.

How did this man live like this? Even if he only used the cabin in passing. She couldn’t go through this again- she just couldn’t. She needed to find a way to get back to her car this very day. She was in no condition to make the trek though. Not by a long shot. And there was no service here, so deep into the forest, to call for help. 

She felt defeated. Hopping back to the front of the house she found Harry waiting in the doorframe, wearing just his skinny jeans. They left very little to the imagination with how tight they were on him,

“Done. Marked your wall just like a dog would its territory. Maybe consider building an outhouse at the very least…” she muttered while she limped, passing him by and going inside.

Harry paused at her remark, fighting off a smirk. “I’ll go hunt for something to eat. Bring back some fresh water from a nearby stream as well. Then I’ll take you to your car.”

“But– it’s so far away… there’s no way you can carry me all the way over there!”

“We’ll stop for breaks along the way. Besides, you weigh practically nothing.”

Y/N wanted to argue, but there just wasn’t any other way for her to get back home but for him to carry her to her car. And then, she’d call someone to drive her home. She couldn’t drive a stick using just her good foot.

Before she could argue, he took her in his arms and back to the bed, placing her on it gently, secured the pillows alongside her body again, then went back into the other room, grabbed a few of his favorite reads, and brought them to her, placing them within arm’s reach on the nightstand. “You can read or sleep some more while I’m gone, it’s still early. I won’t be too long.”

He was about to leave when she called after him and he popped his head back inside the bedroom. 

“Are you taking the pup with you?”

“No?”

“Can it keep me company, then? I won’t let it back on the bed again, promise.”

Harry huffed and whistled, to which the pup responded by trotting his way into the bedroom. 

“What’s its name?”

Harry looked at her for a long beat before answering “It’s Edward.”

Y/N let out a small incredulous laugh “Edward? What kind of name is that?!”

“What’s wrong with that name? It’s my own middle name.”

“What!? That’s even weirder! And I meant, what kinda name for a pet is that?”

Harry shrugged, “It suits him.”

“Okaaaay… He won’t uh- get aggressive, will he? I know he’s not a dog. And he’s been well-behaved during the night, but he was asleep…”

Harry stared at her for a long moment again. His expression unreadable. “He’d never hurt you.”

Y/N smiled, then lowered her gaze to the pup. “Hey, Eddie! Nice to know your name, finally.”

The pup wagged its tail and Y/N’s smile grew larger. It was pulling at Harry’s heartstrings to see her care for Edward like that. She was smart too, to notice even at such a young age that it wasn’t a dog. But she was still quite far off in her assumptions.

He’d been truthful, Edward would never hurt her. Not for lack of ability, though.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he reiterated and when she gave him a small smile he promptly left before he could allow himself to mirror her expression.

Shifting into his wolf, he felt the freedom in his body as he bounded through the forest and easily caught two rabbits and a handful of quail. Easy to cook, and the girl would likely not question it as compared to him bringing back a whole deer or something. He hoped this amount of food would be sufficient. He wasn’t sure how much she would eat. As for himself, he had a large appetite. He knew humans didn’t eat as much but he couldn’t be sure about her appetite until he saw for himself.

It’d been a while since he’d hunted himself. Hunting was easy for Harry. He owned these woods. He commanded respect and his status was known far and wide. He preferred to hunt in the woods closest to his home. As an alpha, he had other responsibilities within his pack, of course. So he’s only ever done it when he volunteered. He was way more efficient at it anyway than those who trained for hunting their whole lives.

He didn’t use to shapeshift as much during the day either- but the woods around those parts were sufficiently remote so as to not risk anyone spotting a huge “wolf” in broad daylight.

It had taken him under 5 minutes to catch the game to eat. Now he would have to dilly-dally a bit so that Y/N wouldn’t question how fast he came back from hunting. Maybe he’d just tell her he had had snare traps set around the area.

So, for the sake of killing time, he skinned the rabbits, being sure to keep the furs intact for later use, and then de-feathered the quail in his human form. He started a fire in his pit outside the cabin and put the grates over the flames to get them hot. He didn’t always cook this way. His home had a beautiful chef’s kitchen with a high-end stove and double doored refrigerator that he preferred cooking in. He did hunt for a lot of his food, though. He liked the taste of the food he caught himself better than anything anyone else hunted. He prepped everything and got the fire going before getting back inside the cabin.

He halted in his tracks upon entering when he was met with her sleeping form on the couch. Where he’d deliberately slept, very uncomfortably since it didn’t quite fit his large frame, as to not have her accidentally fall over during the night. But what made him furrow his brows even further in confusion was first the smell- and then the sight of one of his favorite scotches on the coffee table next to her. 

He walked over to her and took in the whole scene from up close. She was snuggled into the back of the couch, her foot terribly malpositioned. It was like she couldn’t even feel it. He then grabbed the bottle and inspected it, holding it up to the light peering through the window, he concluded she’d drunk a whole bunch of it. He’d barely touched that bottle!

He gave Edward an accusatory look “I told you to keep an eye on her!”

His nephew whined and Harry couldn’t hold back a snarl, making the former lower his gaze guiltily.

Bringing back his attention to her frame, he noticed her fidgeting a bit until finally opening her eyes to look at him.

“Care to explain this?” he held out the bottle in front of her.

She groaned, but he could tell it wasn’t from pain. She probably felt pretty numb with the amount she’d consumed. 

“It’s stupid. I’m sorry. I’ll… replace the bottle.”

“That’s not the issue here, Y/N. I told you to stay put. In bed. Not here, where you could easily fall over the edge–”

“I fell- but not over the edge. I, uhm…” she sat upright and blew an exasperated huff, sending some of her face-framing hair strands flying around her. “I’d spotted a different book than the ones you brought me to bed, and I went to go get it… And I accidentally leaned on my bad foot. The pain was so bad…” she groaned again, burying her face in her hands “I just couldn’t even move from that spot, I kinda just… lay there on the floor next to the bookcase for a long while till I could bear moving again. I swear, I’m no cry baby… but the pain was horrible. I spotted your spirits and I just thought I’d take a sip or two… to take the edge off.”

“This is not just taking the edge off, Y/N. You drank more than half the bloody bottle! What were you thinking? Look at how you’re holding your leg- you haven’t even propped it up like I showed you!”

“Yeah- I feel much better, actually!” she grinned, switching from her previous demeanor in the blink of an eye. Oh, she was so far gone.

“No, you don’t. You’re just–” he exhaled through his nose, trying to hold off from being as direct as he wanted to be with her. She probably wouldn’t even remember him telling her off like this. She was quite intoxicated.

He took her appearance in. She was all rosy-cheeked and giggly and flustered. And how could she not be when she indulged so much? 

“I really liked it- what is it, anyway? Never had anything like it. It’s not too strong, I really loved the aftertaste. And I was a bit thirsty too… I had nothing to drink in quite a while… Let’s have a toast!” she grabbed his forearm enthusiastically.

Harry’s eyes widened taking in the way the curious girl flirted with him. “Certainly not! And I told you I’d bring fresh water from the stream! I’ll take a look at the damage and then I’m taking you outside to eat.”

“Oh, yum! I’m starving! Are we having barbecue?”

Harry blinked at her, “Yeah-something like that. Now let me have a look.” he crouched next to the couch and took in the sight of her ankle. Even through her bandage, it looked considerably more swollen than when he’d left her. He’d have to change her dressing before they left the cabin- it wasn’t looking good at all. But first- he needed to get some food inside her belly. The girl was swooning even standing up on the couch watching him inspect her foot.

He took her into his arms again and she began giggling like a schoolgirl as he walked them outside and placed her on a tree trunk, and had her extend her bad foot and rest it on the other one he’d set up for himself by the fire. She was only in her shirt but this time around, she didn’t seem all that concerned with her state of undress.

He wanted to keep an eye on her. He sat next to her while Edward stayed by her side at her feet. Harry frowned at his nephew. He’d really taken a liking to Y/N. Harry could understand. There was just something about her. 

The first time she happened upon, Harry was about to show Edward what it looked like to shift from human form to wolf form- the full moon aiding the process tremendously- in hopes of getting the young one to follow suit. He was doing his best to bond with his orphaned nephew. But when he smelled her and saw her he was startled and had to stop himself. He couldn’t have a human seeing him shift. He was lucky he hadn’t begun to show his other form when she saw him so he could quickly stop the process. But it did wear him out.

Stopping the shift was a big energy waste. It had him feeling lethargic and out of it, which is why he allowed Y/N to take his nephew in the first place. He needed to regain his stamina before he could feel normal again. And once he was up to it, he sniffed them out and found the ranger station where he was easily able to take Edward back.

Just thinking back on it made him smile. She had no idea he was there behind the door watching as she looked around and took Edward out to go to relieve himself. Humans lacked the more potent senses werewolves had. But she did smell his cologne. Luckily, that’s all she could smell. If she were a predator she would have smelled him, heard him. Maybe even felt his presence. But she wasn’t a predator. Not like Harry was. 

She grabbed Edward from next to her, plopped him in her lap, and began petting him while Harry resumed cooking the meat over the fire. 

“You’re such a good boy! Yes, you are! Oh, yes you are!” she scratched behind his ear. Y/N loved how dense his fur was. She liked pressing her palm into it and feeling how thick it was between her fingers. “Ohhhh! Harry! He’s purring!”

Harry shot the young one a quick glance that effectively made him stop. But Y/N didn’t notice that swift exchange. 

“Eddie, I hope you like squirrel!”

“This isn’t squirrel!” Harry corrected her, taking full offense. He’d actually caught mares that were significantly larger than any squirrel.

“Well– they all kinda look the same without their fur don’t they Eddie? Bet they taste the same too.”

Harry muttered under his breath and then brought a piece that was sufficiently cooked over to her, pulling the meat from the bones and letting it cool a bit. 

“Oh, yum! Look, Eddie, you do the honors!” she gave Harry a pointed look, just when he was about to take the piece of meat to his own mouth. After all, the alpha was the one to have the first bite, always. He stopped midway and brought it over to the little one instead, who of course nibbled at it a bit too enthusiastically, making Harry pull his hand back before he could chew on his own flesh next.

“See? Awwww. He was hungry.”

Harry pulled another piece off the bone and then stopped in his tracks again when Y/N opened up her mouth at him, sticking out her tongue slightly and closing her eyes. 

Harry felt sweat begin to form at his temples, and it wasn’t due to his proximity to the fire. That sight awakened the beast in him in more ways than one.

He swallowed audibly taking the piece of meat to her mouth, and she caught it between her teeth, pulling it away from his hand. He watched her chew intently and then her eyes opened and eyebrows shot up “Oh, wow! This is good! Maybe a bit more salt?”

“Uhm– Yeah. I, uh, ran out of salt.”

“Bummer. It’s good, though. Can I have some more, please?”

The pup growled a bit in her hold, probably signaling it was, in fact, his turn-  but neither of them paid him any heed. Harry was too enthralled with the way she repeated the gesture from earlier, throwing her head back slightly, elongating her neck, closing her eyes, parting her mouth, and sticking out her tongue just a bit.

He knew this image of her would haunt him for a long, long while. He watched between heavy eyelids as she sucked in two of his fingers this time as well, and lingered before removing them from her sweet mouth.

He watched as if in a trance as she chewed, licking her lips at the end and then they were both snapped out of it when a sharp bark pierced the silence.

Harry grunted and stuffed the whole rest of it in the pup’s mouth, bones and all, and returned to the fire, lest everything else turned to char. 

Y/N set the pup down and allowed him to chew on the leftover bones when Harry returned with the rest of the meat he’d set aside. She carefully took her foot off of the tree trunk next to hers so that Harry could sit and eat too. At first, he shook his head but she insisted, and as soon as he sat down, she propped her foot right into his lap, taking him aback yet again.

To keep himself occupied, or rather, distracted, he quite literally devoured much of the remaining meat. Y/N said she was full, his nephew was happy chewing on those bones from earlier, and he- well. He had a big appetite, it was well known.

Y/N watched in awe how he so expertly pulled the meat from the bones using his dainty fingers. Of course, there was nothing dainty about how he scarfed down the meat. Even the way he chewed was manly. 

Y/N felt overwhelmed with sensation. She was still quite tipsy, even with her small nap on the couch, but it was a pleasurable buzz. Her belly was full. She could barely feel any pain in her ankle. She just felt… good. Her foot in his lap felt good. Him feeding her had felt good. He made her feel good. She looked at him longingly and before she could even process it fully, she blurted out “You’re so pretty.”

Harry nearly choked on a bit of bone he was scraping meat off using his teeth. “And you, my dear, are pretty wasted I’m afraid.” he chuckled, avoiding eye contact though.

“Am not!”

Harry raised an eyebrow and whistled toward the pup, throwing some more bones his way. “Let’s agree to disagree.”

“Can we have that toast now?”

Harry gave her a pointed look “No. But what would we be toasting to?”

Y/N shrugged. “I dunno. I’m alive. Feels pretty celebratory.”

Harry gave her a lopsided smile “Well, I’d definitely cheer to that. But maybe not today, you’ve had more than enough.”

Y/N huffed, motorboating her lips like a 5-year-old. “You, sir, are no fun.”

“Oh, I’m fun.”

“But maybe not today- right?” Y/N rolled her eyes. 

Harry carefully removed her foot from his lap and placed it back on the log in his stead. “I’ll bring back the stuff from inside so we can bandage you up again. Kinda hard to be fun when you gotta chaperone and nurse someone like a babysitter!”

Y/N bit her lower lip, knowing he was right, she had managed to outdo herself worsening her injury like that. She watched as he put out the fire and went inside to bring the tincture he’d made the previous night, along with his ruined shirt. 

He resumed his spot, her foot in his lap, and while he was carefully bandaging her ankle- she was starting to regain feeling in her extremities- his breath caught when he felt her lean in and coil a strand of his hair around her index finger.

Steadying his heart rate, he murmured without ungluing his eyes from her foot he was still tending to “Having fun, there?”

“Mhm. I love your hair.” she uncoiled the strand and watched the curl tighten up “I wanted to do this ever since that day at the lake.” she found herself whispering out loud. Y/N was registering she was being pretty unfiltered, but it all felt harmless to her. After all, it was the truth.

Harry glanced at her, taking in her lustful gaze. He already knew how she was feeling without her having to say much. He could hear her heartbeat pick up every time he came near her, could smell her arousal, could feel her body temperature increasing from where he was standing. And when he’d handfed her, and she’d sucked on his fingers for a bit, he could smell her arousal gushing in particular. She’d wet her panties, and ever since, it was all he could think about. The scent was driving him feral. But with the way she was actually wording her attraction to him- he had to be careful. He knew this was the alcohol speaking- even if she was telling the truth, which she was, she probably wouldn’t have been so blunt sober. And he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerable state. It wasn’t right.

None of this was right. What was he doing? He needed to put a halt to this, he was getting ahead of himself and between the two of them, only he knew the full picture. Had she known what he really was, she’d never feel attracted to him.

He couldn’t let this go on any further.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you ever since that day back at the lake too.”

“Oh?”

There it was again. Her heart rate picking up. He felt his own heart squeeze as he forced himself to stay on track “But now, things are different. I saved your life like you put it last night- I didn’t have to, but I did. So instead of just asking you to drop this silly investigation, I’m now telling you. You owe me.”

Y/N’s smile slowly faded from her face. This was what he wanted to tell her? Had she misread everything? He’d been so nice and caring. Was this all an act to get her to drop the investigation?

He was right about one thing though… she did owe him. She owed him her life. Without him, she’d not be standing there.

She lowered her gaze to her lap, fighting off her sudden urge to cry. Alcohol had always made her unnecessarily emotional. She was disappointed that all this man wanted from her was for her to drop her investigation on the cabin. She was already going to do that… without him having to ask. But she’d still have wanted him to tell her all about it. She’d just keep it to herself. As a favor. Because she felt indebted to him; because she wanted to help him out.

But this… this had hit her like a bucket of cold water. 

“We should get going. We have a long trek ahead of us.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “Yeah… Okay.”

“I’ll help you back inside. We’ll need to put your pants on before heading out.”

“Sure we do. God forbid anyone else was naked more than you,” she muttered under her breath as he cleaned up the scraps from their meal.

After a small back and forth about allowing Harry to help her he finally gave in and closed the bedroom door to give her privacy. She knew she could do it by herself anyway. She didn’t need his help.

Her pants were folded at the end of the bed where Harry had left them the night before. Her first task was to remove her panties she’d been wearing for far too long. She didn’t normally go commando but these panties needed to go. She let them drop to the floor and with her pants in hand, she struggled to get them up easily, wiggling on the bed and trying to keep her ankle level. She eventually pulled them over her hips and laid flat on the bed to zip and button them. 

She was stubborn for sure. Pulling her pants up took longer than she’d anticipated. She actually could have used his help but she wouldn’t admit it when she kept hearing his words play in her head on repeat “So instead of just asking you to drop this silly investigation, I’m now telling you”. 

With her backpack in hand, she limped to the door and found Harry leaning on the wall right next to the bedroom. Had he been listening to her struggling to pull her pants up? 

“Done,” she said as she pulled her backpack over her shoulders and looked toward the door instead of up at the man.

“Alright. Let’s get going. And I’m going to carry you. Okay?”

Y/N scrunched her brows in confusion but before she could say anything he was lifting her up and holding her body close to his. She was too tired to protest. Even in her state, she knew the walk would take hours- and he was going to carry her? 

His solid chest was warm and his arms were so strong around her that she felt dizzy. Being so close to him made her temperature rise. She leaned her head onto his chest as he began the descent. And it was wild to her, still, that he did it all while wearing his heeled boots. But his movements were calculated and the strength he had in his body was keeping them both stable.

Harry could feel her heart beating in her chest with the way he held her. He huffed as he continued his trek but his own pheromones were secreting. He loved having her in his arms and so close to him. He could be happy just nuzzling into her right there in the woods. Laying her down on the floor of the forest and wrapping her up with his body. 

He swallowed and picked up the pace. He needed to bring her down safely and without losing his mind over her smell. Over her warm body in his arms. 

At an opening in the trees, the sun hit them and Harry decided to take a look at Y/N. He could only see the top of her head as she had her cheek against his chest. But then he wondered if she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Maybe she’d just assume it was from the exertion. He squeezed his arms around her and Y/N tilted her head back to look up at him. 

He hadn’t expected her to look up at him. Her soft smile and droopy eyes were adorable. She looked as if she would fall asleep, which would have benefited them both if she did.

Harry looked down at her lips. He could easily just put them both out of their misery and kiss her. He could practically read the thoughts in her head from her scent alone. And the longer he looked at her the stronger the smell was. 

“Let’s get you situated on my back. It’ll be faster and you can lean forward on me. It’ll also be better for your ankle. How’s that sound?” He spoke to her softly as he crouched down to gently place her down. He kept a hold on her and turned his back and leaned forward.

“You wanna give me a piggy back ride?” she asked sleepily. 

Harry turned to look at her with eyebrows raised and nodded, “Yes, come on.” 

Y/N was caught off guard as he reached around and pulled her up easily so that his elbows were jutted out and his forearms were holding her thighs up. Y/N brought her arms around the front of his clavicle and laid her head on his shoulder.

There were a few reasons he did this. The first was because it was far more practical and comfortable for him, but also because he could focus on the task at hand rather than continually peeking down at the pretty girl in his arms which only slowed him down. But there was also her smell. With her body facing up toward his nose the way it had been it was difficult for him to keep his head on straight. At least with her on his back, her scent was behind him.

Except that he hadn’t expected how warm she was in between her legs and that now her smell would be pressed into the back of his shirt. She was also nuzzling his neck now and that put thoughts into his head, thoughts he shouldn't be having about a human. He grunted as he began to pick up his pace and head down toward her car. 

But soon he could tell she’d fallen asleep. It was a good opportunity for him to get through the woods and to her car quickly without her questioning the inhuman speed at which he could travel. So that’s just what he did.

When he finally made it to her car he was glad to see a bench at the trailhead.

“Hey… time to wake up,” he shook himself up and down to wake her up.

Y/N opened her eyes and was surprised that they were already at the trailhead where her car was parked. Had she been sleeping for hours? She supposed that was possible. She was in no state to question it.

Sitting her down on the bench he helped her remove her backpack, “Where are your keys?”

She went through the inside pocket and fished the keys out, handing them to Harry and stood in watch as he opened the back door, tossing her backpack inside, and then opened the front passenger door holding her steady as she got in.

Y/N watched Harry adjust the seat and the mirrors, taking in his very obvious disdain for her car. No doubt he was used to luxury cars, by the looks of what he liked to wear alone. Hers was old and it showed its age, but it got the job done. She wouldn’t even use it if she didn’t need it to come into work. She liked walking places and did so if she could help it.

Harry scrunched his nose at her little trinkets, pulling at her air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror. He disliked it because it covered up her scent. What should’ve been a welcome reprieve was downright annoying in the small space they were confined. 

Y/N plugged in her dead phone to the charger she had in her car and put on her address in the GPS for Harry. She didn't expect him to be familiar with her neighborhood. But a bunch of notifications started popping up on her phone, rendering the GPS useless, so Harry just grabbed the phone from the stand on the center console and handed it to her “Don’t need it, anyway.”

…Okay?

She checked some of those notifications and Harry glanced at her doing so while he drove. He noticed she was paying closer attention to some. Were they perhaps from any… men? He groped the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary at that thought.

He hadn’t smelled anyone on her. He’d have been able to tell… Wouldn’t he?

Eventually, she let her phone fall into her lap and looked out the window, instead. He was driving them the right way. Was there anything this man wasn’t good at? She liked the way he drove her car, too. For some reason, she’d expected him to be rough around the edges driving a stick, no doubt he was used to automatics. But it was all smooth. Seamless. He shifted gears right when she would’ve. She was very particular about over-revving.

Realizing they’d been riding in silence for a long while, she eventually spoke up, her voice small as she looked out the window, “You know, I would’ve done it anyway. What you asked me to. Or rather- told me I had to do… I still don’t know the full story with the cabin, but I’ve seen enough to know that it being there doesn’t hurt anybody. And I don’t want you getting into trouble. I was gonna drop it anyway- to help you out. Like you helped me. Because I wanted to… “

Harry kept his eyes on the road. He never feared her telling anyone about the cabin, in truth. He’d have dealt with the consequences of her doing so easily. What was meant to put distance between them, was starting to eat at him, seeing her so hurt over it. 

“Okay. Alright then.” his voice resolute. She was looking out the window still, her small frame turned away from him, and he just couldn’t bear how coldly she was treating him. It was what he’d wanted, but instead of patting himself on the back for a job well done at pushing her away, he was mentally kicking himself. He cleared his throat, “So, don’t you think you should see a doctor for the ankle? Make sure you didn’t tear any ligaments, especially with that second fall this morning?”

“No. I’m sure it’s fine.”

Harry pinched his lower lip while he drove with his one hand, “What if it isn’t though? How will you get back to work? Your job is physically demanding.”

“Don’t worry about me, Harry,” she muttered.

He furrowed his brows, “Well, I do worry.”

“Why? What’s it to you? Like you even care,” she snapped back, glaring at him.

“I do care. Had I not, you’d be lying dead in the forest. And I wouldn’t have had to tell you not to tell anyone about the cabin, would I? The whole thing would’ve solved itself.”

Y/N had no retort to that. He was right. He could’ve just left her for dead in the first place and the whole issue would’ve been taken care of. 

“Do the x-ray.”

She sighed in defeat, “Alright. I will.”

“I can drive you tomorrow. Do you have a good orthopedician? I can take you to see mine.”

“I… I don’t. I wouldn’t want to impose–”

“I offered. Because I want to.”

“... Alright. Thank you.”

Y/N pointed to where he could park, and then Harry helped her out of the car and kept her steady to the front door of her apartment. 

Y/N didn’t want him to go. She wasn’t quite ready for that. So she thought of something quickly as she unlocked her door, “Uh, would you come in for a bit? Help me with my bandage before you leave? I desperately need a shower, and I don’t wanna get it wet…”

Harry kind of had a feeling she was going to ask him inside. He was secretly pleased that she was inviting him in, even though he knew he shouldn’t take up her offer. He nodded and followed her inside.

Her apartment was rather small. It was tidy and there were a few plants and a nice rug that covered her floor. The couch looked old but in good condition. Beyond the living area, he could see an open-space kitchen that was tiny and bare-bones. No dishwasher even. But it was clean. And then the hallway where there were three doors. 

Harry looked at Y/N as she put her backpack down and gestured toward the couch, “You can sit if you want. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Harry nodded “You should take a bath instead of showering so you don’t slip and fall. Don’t submerge your bad foot in hot water though.”

Y/N mirrored him, nodding, and limped her way toward the bathroom. Soon, Harry could hear her in the tub with the water moving as she cleaned herself and he tried to push down the thought of what that would look like, though that was impossible. He’d already imagined it, having seen her in the water that day at the lake.

To distract himself, he got up from the couch and nosed around a little. Looking through her kitchen cupboard and then going through her fridge, he found her selection of food to be disappointing. What was she living off of? There was nothing of sustenance- greeny leafs were fit for rabbits, not grown women, surely. That being said, she seemed well fed. Much to his preference, she had a bit of meat on her bones, enough to dig his fingers into– Harry closed the fridge door abruptly, effectively putting an end to that train of thought.

He crept down the hallway silently and opened the first door across from the bathroom. It was her bedroom. He could smell it before he even opened the door. Her blankets and pillows were covered in her delicious scent. Harry closed his eyes, grounding himself, and flicked a lamp on. Her bed was far too small for him. Just an observation. Her nightstands were decluttered, save for a couple of books. So he’d pegged her correctly for a reader. Her dresser had some knickknacks atop- what appeared to be a family photo with her pretty face at the center wearing what looked like a military uniform. Interesting. He didn’t know that she’d been in the military at all. He was impressed. She was probably tougher than he’d originally given her credit for. She could probably take care of herself when it came to humankind. For some reason that had him feeling proud.

Looking at her wall above the dresser there were two certificates. One was for ranger hand-to-hand combat and the other was a basic training certificate. Putting aside the imagery of her challenging him to some hand-in-hand combat, he leaned in and noticed the print on the certificates had her first, middle, and last name. He didn’t know her last name until then. For some unknown reason, he promptly imagined her using his last name. He liked how it sounded, had a nice ring to it. 

Harry stepped back, grimacing at himself for entertaining these kinds of thoughts. That was such a human concept, he was appalled his mind had conjured it up. His kind didn’t claim each other using last names. No. They marked their mate, claiming them as theirs for the whole pack to see. It was much more primal and if you asked him, more poetic even. 

When he heard her getting out of the tub, Harry didn’t even consider leaving her bedroom. After all, it was more than fair with all the snooping she’d done in his cabin when he wasn’t even there and she hadn’t been invited inside. 

Y/N was surprised to find him in there. She’d come out of the bath, wearing just her robe, and meant to go change into her lounge clothes from her bedroom before she could go back into the living room and bring him the first aid kit she retrieved from the bathroom cabinet.

“Oh. You’re… in here,” She didn’t miss the way his eyes widened ever so slightly at the view of her thigh and the low cut of the robe. “Well. I guess it makes sense to wrap it before I put on any bottoms,” she handed him the kit and he took it, sitting on the edge of her bed and gesturing for her to follow suit.

Harry felt as though he’d willingly walked into a trap. Here he was, surrounded in everything her, and it felt suffocating, but in the best way. He was caught up in this gooey, overwhelming quicksand, and the more he fought it, the more he was sinking himself deeper and deeper into the spell she’d seemingly put on him.

He could tell her tipsiness had worn off. She was back to being apprehensive around him. And he knew he’d hurt her with the way he’d made it clear she was indebted to him now. He’d been deliberately harsh and maybe even a bit mean, as to get his point across and put as much distance between them as possible. 

But all he managed to do was hurt her because he sure as hell couldn’t feel any distance had been created. Even upset, she was still drawn to him, he could feel it. And the more he fought his own feelings, the harder he found himself battling them. He could only assume she was fighting the same battle.

Harry opened the kit up and removed a bandage along with a tube of cream for the swelling, “Put your leg up here,” he patted his lap, encouraging her to mimic her earlier, bolder move, back at the cabin.

Her robe opened up just the smallest bit in doing so. Though her potent smell was mostly washed away from the soap and the water, Harry could still sense her excitement. He took her leg in his palm, grasping just above her ankle, and got to work. He was quick and gentle. Though he tried to drag it out a little. He liked how her skin felt under his hand. Smooth and soft. He found himself very gently squeezing at her just as he finished wrapping her ankle. 

“There you are. How’s that feel?” he looked up into her eyes and swallowed. Her smell was slowly getting stronger again. But this time it wasn’t just the pheromones from her excitement. He gulped when he realized she was actually secreting just the tiniest bit between her legs and thought to himself briefly that if he touched her she’d probably be a little bit slippery.

“It’s great. Thank you, Harry,” she kept her eyes on his as she spoke his name, her voice coming out a bit breathy. Her heart was pounding in her chest again. His hand was still on her leg and she had the feeling he didn’t want to stop there. Y/N didn’t know what possessed her, but she found herself prodding further, “Would you mind helping me dress as well? Now that the scotch has worn off, it’s really painful again… I don’t know that I could manage on my own.” That was partly true, but probably a lie. She’d managed the tub all on her own, she could grit her teeth through pulling pants on, surely. But she wanted his hands on her skin some more. The way he was pressing the pads of his fingers ever so slightly into her flesh was addictive.

Harry huffed a small breath from his nose and fluttered his eyes at her boldness. The fact that she was reassuring him she wasn’t intoxicated anymore made it ten times worse. He could shrug off her flirting from earlier in the day as being just that- harmless, tipsy flirting. But this was something else entirely. She wanted him, and she was trying to keep her composure, he could tell- but failing. Much like himself. He could feel himself lose control over the smell of the wetness that was beginning to increase between her legs. He could taste it. 

Harry stammered for a beat, his mouth opening and closing a few times before raising an eyebrow at her “Look, I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage here…”

She blushed furiously but kept her eyes on his, “It’s nothing you haven’t already seen before… Right?”

Harry was at a loss for words. She pointed toward her dresser and he got up, removing her foot from his lap gently, and walked over there to look through her drawers. She didn’t give him further instructions, so he opened up the first drawer at the top and promptly closed it as he was met with the last thing he wanted to see at that very moment- a wide selection of lingerie. 

Not just any lingerie, either. Lace bits, delicate fabrics, all kinds of enticing, rich colors. Definitely, nothing that he’d ever seen her in. Her ranger uniform and the undergarments she wore at work were monotone if not a bit boring. 

Harry had always had a knack for fabrics, garments in general, relishing in the luxurious feel of rich, expensive materials against his skin. It was such a heady juxtaposition to his baser form. 

But this… this had taken him by surprise. He’d only gotten a peak in before he swiftly closed the drawer- he couldn’t handle seeing that in the state he was in. Walking over to the dresser made him acknowledge just how turned on he was, his cock making it difficult not to walk funny with how desperately it was straining against his skinny jeans.

Harry’s own heart was racing. He knew it matched her heart’s cadence. He just needed to keep his cock in line. Otherwise, he couldn’t be responsible for what he’d do.

He finally returned with an oversized t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts, and this time crouched in front of her. He brought the shorts underneath the soles of her feet that were dangling just inches from the floor and slowly started dragging them up her shapely legs, his hands going underneath her robe. As her thighs widened, the space between the fabric and his hands got smaller and smaller until he had no choice but to come in contact with her skin. He was getting closer and closer to her crotch, and he knew her robe would part eventually. Gathering all the willpower left in his body, he unglued his eyes from her legs and looked up into hers.

Her eyes were heavy with lust, and somehow, seeing her in this state was even harder than getting a glimpse of her soaked, naked pussy underneath that flimsy robe. He slowly stood up, bringing the material further and further. Her nipples were all perked up, as she pushed her body off the mattress using her hands, much like the previous night when he’d undressed her, allowing him to drag her shorts over the curve of her ass. His fingers felt like they were on fire as he dragged them up and up till he reached her waist and her shorts were in place. He sank his fingers into her flesh and willed his eyes back from her cleavage up to her pretty face once more. She had her eyes closed, her head tilted back slightly, exposing her neck to him again. 

Harry had never experienced anything as deeply erotic as this in his entire life. He was on fire. Every inch of him was pleading with himself to bend in and bite her, mark her as his, brand her with his love. 

She fluttered her eyes open, panting heavily in anticipation. She couldn’t believe what was happening but she was burning with desire. Nobody had ever touched her like that. He was dressing her- and it felt dirtier than anything anyone had ever done to her before. It wasn’t what he was doing, but how he was doing it. It was the way he was touching her, the way he was looking at her. His eyes were so intense, she’d never had anyone look at her with so much desire.

“God, Harry. Your eyes… they shine so bright. Almost golden…”

And just like that, Harry snapped himself out of it. He removed his hands from around her, pulling away as if electrocuted.

His eyes were getting brighter. And she could see it. His wolf was coming out to play, he couldn’t deny his instincts around her. And he couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t risk her seeing him like that. 

He walked back, panting heavily until his back was met with a piece of furniture, effectively knocking off some of her little trinkets. He watched her confused expression, but couldn’t dwell on the pang of guilt he felt in his chest when he took in how she was pleading with her eyes for him not to pull away. He had to. She could never understand.

Clearing his throat, he ran a shaky hand through his hair, “I, uh… I trust you can manage the rest. I’ll see myself out.”

And just like that, before Y/N could even process what had happened, she heard the front door shut in his wake.

Chapter 5

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[localratbastard-caden]

Here are some cabin moodboards I made :)

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[glaivenoct]

Fireside

Rating: M Words: 2,921 Pairing: NyxNoct Tags: Fluff, Birthday Fluff, Sex, Praise

Summary: When an unexpected rain storm traps them inside their cabin, Nyx goes out of his way to make the most of the night for Noct's birthday.

Notes: Happy (early) birthday to the sweetest Prince and most beloved King!

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“This isn’t what I had in mind when I said I wanted a getaway.”

Noctis lounges on the plush window seat, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he stares petulantly out at the late rainfall outside the cabin window. Wind rustles through the surrounding trees and bushes, creating a whispering breeze that wheezes against the log walls like a storm  summoner’s song. He tilts his head against the cooling glass, sighing as he watches the drops trickle down the pane.

Tonight marks the first night of Noctis and Nyx’s highly anticipated weekend getaway. For his birthday, Noct set his sights on the small cabin set up on the cliffside along the coast of the Cygillian. It’s tucked away, just west of Cape Caem, and a short walk from the green embrace of Malmalam Thicket. Scenic, quiet, and most of all, private. 

Noct’s excitement for it all started to dampen when they noticed the clouds clogging the sky on the drive towards the cabin - the exact opposite of what the forecast predicted last night. Nyx tried being optimistic for him, suggesting that the clouds might pass once they reach the cabin. Then, when they stopped at the nearest outpost for some snacks and ingredients to last them the next few days, it started to sprinkle. 

They spent a total of ten minutes inside their little log cabin before it started to pour.

“Things should clear up by tomorrow, Noct,” Nyx assures from somewhere behind him. He’s been shuffling around back there ever since Noct settled into this cozy little spot. Now, he hears the scrape and ignition of a match, and the kindling crackle of fire as the brick fireplace is brought to life. “Don’t worry. We’ll still rent some chocobos and go for a ride, go fishing and everything.”

“What if this is some omen?” Noct ponders, though it’s hardly serious and more of an exaggerated demonstration of his annoyance. He doesn’t break his gaze from the window as if the sheer intensity of his annoyed glare will be enough to stop the rainfall. “What if I’m being punished for being so eager to abandon my royal duties?”

“You telling me being stuck in this cozy cabin with me isn’t a good thing?”

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[elliotofmakinstuff]

these trees can swallow you whole

roots grow through bones and eat them

tall mountains of this valley rise higher and higher

leaving you in a deep crater filling with dirt

sky that was once bright blue now a deep dark brown of the earth

honey brown eyes now smooth stones of amber

brain once full of thoughts and dreams now a thick bed of moss

and the roots grow through bones leaving nothing behind

one thing remains

the heart

it joins that of the forest and you beat as one

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Some colour palettes for the cabins!!!

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