A/N: Ok so last week was just awful, so in order to take my mind off of it I just started typing away and this is what came out. Let me know if you like it and I'll continue both this story and the other one I'm working on giving both equal time.

This is unbetaed.

Pairing: Seto + Yami

Warnings: This is yaoi. That mean boy X boy. That means man love. There you have been warned, so if you don't like I have the solution. Don't read. Flames will be disregarded. This story will be M in future chapters.

Possible MPreg

One last warning: I feel odd having to write this as a warning but you never know. There is a brief mention of religion in this chapter. I'm not saying anything about that religion or religion in general, mostly just the people and time period, like the ones from the Salem Witch Trials.

Disclaimer: This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.

Setup for this fic:

- AU. Werewolf fic.

- Ages of characters: Seto 23, Yami 18

Prologue: A Brief History Lesson

Wolf Moon. It is a name given by Native Americans to the January full moon. The reason for the name has, with modern times, changed and adapted as the knowledge of man turned to technology, forsaking anything fantastical as just that, a fantasy.

The idea behind the name itself as decades passed soon became a footnote in Native American history books claiming it to be named for the hungry wolf packs whose howls increased in that month as winter was coming to an end and hunger threatened.

It is only certain societies that know of the truth behind the name, and in reality modern day scholars weren't too far off. Yet it was not food the wolves hungered for, it was something much more primal. They hungered for a mate.

Most would dispute this claim stating that it is a known fact that the wolf mating season is in February, when food isn't as scarce. This is true, but these wolves weren't normal wolves, they were werewolves.

Like their normal wolf counter parts werewolves would more often than not mate in February. So why than would January be considered Wolf's Moon and not February? The answer is simple, January was the bonding month, the month that any unmated wolf would have the opportunity to be bound to the wolf they had chosen to live their life with.

And the rush, the excitement, the joy, and the rage in that month alone, due to one simple bonding ritual, caused the wolves to howl their emotions to the sky, and that was enough to make those of other species take notice. That even included occasional groups of humans. It was not often though that the humans choose to take off their blinders and see the almost unexplainable world around them. Usually it was only people more open to the supernatural that noticed the odd behavior from the wolves that stood almost a quarter larger than their full wolf counter parts.

It was centuries ago that the werewolves were a thriving species. They didn't only live in the Americas, but on every continent, with the exception of Antarctica. For the most part though their existence was kept secret, their small numbers and unique anatomy making them cautious. If they were to reveal themselves they knew they would be persecuted for being something different and unknown.

Some American packs were the exception for some time however, and they and the native tribes men of the country would sometimes live side by side, though hardly ever saw eye to eye. So it was that when the first colonists crossed the Atlantic they were not only be greeted by those they would call Indians, but also the Werewolves, though for some time they didn't know that fact.

At first all went well. There was some suspicion and unease on all sides but within a few months a sense of calm settled between packs, tribes, and settlers alike. That was at least until the first change was seen by the new settlers.

It was a simple hunting trip when a young wolf male transformed in front of the eyes of the very men he was hunting with, simply assuming that they knew the act of shifting from man to beast was possible. But the men, a god fearing people, quickly assumed he was a demon and among the chaos that erupted the young werewolf was shot between the eyes.

The colonists dragged the body back to the settlement and told a harrowing tale of the native man who changed before their eyes and attempted to tear them to shreds in a crazed frenzy.

After some deliberation the settlers decided this to be a sickness of a tribe that had succumbed to the devil and they had no choice, in order to protect themselves they had to exterminate the threat.

Not long after that the small unprepared pack was attacked, none but a single wolf made it out alive, bleeding heavily and barely breathing, but alive. He ran for two days, determination and rage the only thing keeping him moving. At night fall of the second day the barely alive wolf had finally made it to the neighboring wolf pack. He died at the feet of his fellow wolves but not before telling them of the tragedy, and not before they promised him revenge.

The colonists didn't stand a chance against the vengeance seeking pack, and only a week after the death of his pack the young wolf got his wish. An eye for an eye, blood for blood, a tragedy for a tragedy, and the town of Roanoke was no more.

This wasn't the only event like this and soon word spread across the Americas to other packs. There was a new threat in their territory, a threat that grew in staggering numbers as the years passed, and so they made the same decision as their counterparts across the seas, they went into hiding, and their over sea brethren, hearing of these mass slaughters only became more cautious of ever letting their existence known to the outside world.

And so, for the most part the werewolves kept their wolf selves in the shadows, all the while blending in as best they could with day to day humanity.

It is for this reason that the werewolf numbers continued to dwindle. As the wolves blended in with society they pushed their wolf half to the side believing that if they ignored it it would go away and they could be normal, and it worked.

Within a century of the Incident of Roanoke, as they came to refer to it, the wolf population was halved. With another century a fourth of that half was lost. In modern days wolf packs are scattered. Most have jobs, live in cities, blend in and act normal, and though they don't turn their wolf half away completely the traditional werewolf has been tamed. But there are some traditions that would never go away, one of which is Wolf's Moon.

Chapter 1: The Bonding Ceremony

The Call was running through his veins, an anger not normally his own was stirring in his very blood. He wanted nothing more than to shift, to discard the weak and cumbersome human form and just run from the clearing into Domino Forest that was so temptingly close, but he held himself back. As much as his wolf wanted to break free it also knew he must follow his Alpha, so he waited.

"Where the hell is Kaiba?" The tall blond next to him complained. "We should be out there already, but no, we're stuck here like lazy bums because our so called Alpha couldn't be bothered with his pack."

"Might as well stop complaining about it Jou," His even taller brunette friend responded, "it's not going to make him come any quicker."

"I don't care if it doesn't, it makes me feel better damn it! Not to mention even though the snow's almost gone, I'm still freezing off the family jewels. They'll be kinda important next month ya know. What about you Yami how do you feel about our oh-so-wise leader being late?"

Both of his friends turned their attention his way, in a way looking toward him for guidance. To any other pack this would have been an unheard of experience. His friends towered over his 153 cm stature at 178 cm and 180 cm respectively and not to mention they weighed a great deal more as well. More often than not the large wolves would be of a higher rank than the diminutive ones in the proverbial pecking order, but Yami was a special case.

What he lacked in height and weight he made up for in speed and strategies, with those combined, not to mention a knack for fighting, he was declared the unofficial Beta of his pack. The only one who hadn't acknowledged him as Beta was the Alpha himself; therefore it was never made official. Not that Yami minded one way or the other.

Looking up to the sky Yami scowled, judging from how dark it had gotten the ritual should have started an hour ago. "I'm going to have to side with Katsuya on this," he said "Kaiba is interfering with a very serious and vital ritual. I will speak with him about this before the night is out."

His blond friend humphed in irritation. "Ya well I think I'll talk with him right as soon as he gets here. Just 'cause he snuck and bribed his way up to the top doesn't mean I'm gunna roll over and put up with this shi… oh well speak of the devil."

Yami and Hiroto turned their heads and sure enough with some concentration could hear the sound of tires through dirt and smell the distinct aroma of car fumes.

The others soon heard it too and a hush fell over the twenty or so wolves as a sleek black limo pulled into the clearing.

Watching as his brunette alpha climbed out of the vehicle and sauntered over to the small group of elders Yami tried to take control of his temper. As much as he wanted to berate Kaiba for his actions Yami knew that as the second command he needed to set the example which was why he decided to wait till after the night's events so he could speak with Kaiba in private. Katsuya though had no such restriction.

"Bout time you showed up Kaiba," he shouted for all the others to hear "glad to see you finally remembered you have a pack that for some reason needs you around every once in a while."

Kaiba looked over and raised a brow. "Why are you here Jounouchi? I didn't think pups were allowed at the marking rituals."

Katsu growled at the insult, "I'm no pup Kaiba, but I am surprised you're here, have you finally given in and joined the elders? What is this your fifth Wolf's Moon?"

Kaiba walked casually from his place near the elders to stand some distance from the blond. "Unlike some of the more desperate of our kind I have the ability and patience to wait for the right mate to come along. Now if you are so desperate to get things moving how about you stop arguing with your betters and let's start this."

Another growl was Katsu's only answer as Kaiba walked to the middle of the loose circle of unmated wolves and spoke the words that would begin the ritual. "Wolfs Moon, you who ends the end, you who begins the beginning, we call asking for your guidance, illuminate the path for us that are worthy and enwrap in darkness" he glanced meaningfully at Joe, "those whom are lacking."

Yami closed his eyes and even though Kaiba had shortened the traditional opening words for the binding ritual he still felt the power from that ancient phrase rumble through the earth and suddenly he felt like he was bathed in the serenity that only the moons glow could provide. Then just as quickly as it came the feeling was gone.

Opening his eyes Yami found himself staring straight into the domineering navy blue eyes of his pack leader.

For a while Yami stood frozen, unable to tear his focus from the other man. The look in the Alpha's eyes sending shivers through him but he didn't know why.

When Kaiba finally looked away Yami breathed a sigh of relief but didn't have time to analyze what happened before he and the others felt the call of the full moon strengthen, signaling the beginning of the year's ritual.

First it was the women who shifted. They didn't have to take off their clothes to shift as the transformation happened through ancient magic. It was a type of defense mechanism for them. That way if they shifted to their human form in unfriendly territory they would not have to worry about hiding.

Once all the women had shifted they disappeared one by one through the thick foliage of the woods in front of them, some running at full speed intending to put up a good chase, others merely trotted away either not caring who claimed them or confident in their speed and cunning later on.

The males all waited, the call not yet powerful enough to signal the beginning of the next step in the ritual.

Yami looked over when he saw Jou fidgeting. He knew his blond friend was nervous about his chance with his perspective mate. Mai Kujaku was one of the most highly sought after females in their pack. For the last two year about half of the males would set their sights on Mai but she was too cunning to be caught. Then of course even if she was caught there was always the chance of going to the Alpha and getting the bonding annulled. Though truthfully everyone was surprised the Alpha himself didn't go after her since she was the strongest female in the group. Yami just hoped Kaiba wasn't waiting until this year to claim her just so he could rub it in Jou's face.

In a complete contrast with Jou, Hiroto was as calm as Yami had expected. He would never admit he knew, but Yami was fairly certain that Honda planned to wait two years till Jou's sister Shizuka could be in the marking ritual.

In regards to his own situation Yami was confident. It had been decided nearly six years ago that he would be mated to Anzu Mazaki. That was how things often went these days. Many now saw the method of forcing a sub into a relationship as barbaric (an influence brought along by living with humans) so instead they set up arranged marriages years prior.

While he and Anzu were not in love with each other they were still friendly enough. They had known one another since they were children and had been the best of friends. In the end Yami was satisfied with the plan and Anzu seemed to be as well.

Yami was pulled out of his thoughts as the call grew stronger. Every instinct told him it was starting and he wasted no time shifting.

He let the change flow through him. An odd tingling sensation flew all over himself as if suddenly his entire body had the pins and needles sleep feeling his foot sometimes got in human form. Soon though the unpleasant sensation was gone and he opened crimson eyes to find himself on all fours in his wolf form. He was shorter than the other werewolves, but about on par with normal wolves, and his tri-colored fur that made him stand out somewhat in all the smattering of snow that now covered the ground and trees was perfect camouflage for autumn months.

As soon as the change was done and without a seconds hesitation Yami shot into the trees, the thrill of the hunt coursing through him. He loved this more than anything, anything other than his family of course. He loved the feeling of the wind coursing though his fur, the ever changing texture of the winter frosted earth under his paws, he loved the freedom that running brought him.

He let himself revel in the feeling of complete freedom for sometime before his mind brought him back to the task at hand. Lifting his nose into the air as he ran he searched out Anzu's scent.

It took him some time to find the strongest scent. It was obvious she had tried marking some other trees by rubbing herself against them to try and throw him off the trail. Yami couldn't help himself and he let out a howl, the chase causing too much excitement to contain.

Yami was glad his future mate wasn't going to make this easy. He had to prove himself to her before he could claim her and he was more than up to the challenge.

Putting on an extra burst of speed Yami dodged and weaved through the trees and brush while leaping gracefully over fallen logs nearly twice his size. Each time he came to one of the areas Anzu had marked to confuse him it became harder to find her trail until finally she had gotten far enough ahead that by the time he got to the marked area the scent had neutralized and there was no way of finding her, at least not for the average werewolf, but Yami was far from average.

Instead of panicking like most males would have Yami used his brain. He and Anzu had played in this forest multiple times as children and he had run in it multiple times since. Not only that but Yami was a born tactician, and part of being a tactician was knowing other peoples strategies.

Yami stood still for a moment, calming his fiercely beating heart as he thought of what he knew of Anzu. Then it hit him. The river! Anzu would head to the river on the west side of the mountain. She wouldn't know how long the call had kept the males back so she would use the river as a safety precaution and the west side of the mountain would have wind that blew from behind him causing her scent to skew.

With a yip of delight and sure of his plan of action Yami sprinted in the direction of the nearest river.

He had only just got to the correct side of the mountain when a slight scent caught his nose; it was so slight in fact that at first he simply ignored it. It wasn't long though before the same scent wafted in from behind him and Yami knew while one occurrence was dismissible, two was a concern.

Raising his nose once again he sniffed the air. The scent was definitely masculine, and realizing that Yami let out a growl of aggravation mixed with excitement. Aggravation because he had competition and excitement for the same reason.

Slowing his pace only slightly Yami raised his nose to the air once more knowing it was better to know the competition he was facing than to continue running blind.

Taking a deep breath a few things came to mind, machinery, paper, and over expensive cologne. It was when he smelled the cologne that Yami finally realized who was following him, it was Seto Kaiba.

Another growl made its way out of Yami's throat, but this time there was no excitement, only aggravation. If it were any other werewolf Yami wouldn't have been bothered, even if he had ended up losing Anzu to them. The others were all good, kind, trustworthy men. Kaiba was none of those, he was an uncaring, untrustworthy, selfish prick and everyone knew it, and Yami refused to let him have a sweet, spunky, free thinking girl like Anzu. I man like Kaiba would destroy her.

Once again Yami picked up the pace and in the blink of an eye Yami was going faster than he ever had before. As soon as he got a steady pace going his mind began working over time. He now knew where Anzu's final destination was; it was a small beautiful clearing that they use to play in as children along with his brother Yugi. It seemed Anzu had picked this area for nostalgia reasons.

Along the route to the clearing though there was a split path and at the split it was very likely that Anzu would try to mark the area again to throw him off. The good thing about that was as he and Anzu had predicted the wind on the west side was admittedly fierce, and once Kaiba reached the next mark point the smell would be so diluted he'd probably take to following Yami, not having realized Yami knew he was there and that the tri-colored wolf would purposefully lead Kaiba astray.

After all, the side trail Anzu would likely take was small and not visible unless you knew it was there, so Kaiba wouldn't question following him.

Another benefit to this plan was that the path that Yami would lead Kaiba down would be a good deal more elevated than the path that Anzu was sure to take and there was no way down to the correct path other than to go to the end of the incorrect path and double back or turn back completely.

A small yip of excitement escaped Yami's throat, he was sure he would be able to throw that smug bastard off of his tail on the false path then he would be able to double back to Anzu. Sure the plan had holes, but seeing as he knew Kaiba would have only slight trouble over powering him in a one on one fight, evasion was Yami's best method, and he calculated his plan to have an 88% success probability.

Not much longer after his plan was formulated Yami came to the marked sight he had been anticipating and as he expected Anzu had marked the trees in the area in another attempt to throw him off once again. However it seemed that his increased pace in response to Kaiba's presence had gotten him much closer to the female wolf since he could recognize her faint flowery smell leading down the hidden declining trail.

Wasting no time Yami took the inclining route he knew was wrong. By the time Kaiba got to the marked area Anzu would have been far enough away that her scent would fade, the wind would take care of the rest.

Yami maintained his speed, keeping his path straight as to not tip Kaiba off to the fact he knew the Alpha was following him. Another whiff of the air and Yami could faintly detect Anzu's aroma on the path below. His wolf instincts kicked in and almost made him go to her, but the sheer height of the cliff he was currently on made that impossible.

When Yami had gotten half way across the elevated portion of the forest he started contemplating that it was time finally to start throwing Kaiba off his trail. He started this by first twisting his body agilely around several trees and doubling back and veering off farther up the incline. Then taking a page from Anzu's book he rubbed his shoulders against multiple close knit trees. He was in the process of doing so when a strong gust of wind swept up to his nose bring the over bearing smell of Anzu to him.

The small tri-colored wolf snorted and shook his head. That wasn't right, this gust had blown in from the south when by now Anzu should be north.

Sprinting to the cliffs edge Yami took a deep breath. There! Anzu was there!

A growl rumbled in the small wolfs chest as the smell of rushing water accompanied Anzu's scent. He knew what river she was by, and at this time of the year the river should be nothing more than a stream, but of course sometimes nature didn't act the way you wanted it to and from the smell of thing what he and Anzu had both expected to be a stream was now a full blown raging river that the brown wolf that should be his mate had no chance of crossing.

With a burst of speed Yami turned back, his entire plan scrapped. Yami knew his only hope now was to avoid Kaiba and hope he was confused enough to not realize what had happened to Anzu.

Then Yami realized something, at the distance Anzu was stopped by the river compared to where the two paths split her scent would still be noticeable at the divide. In other words his plans had gone aria.

A lesser wolf might have been confused by the mixed scents as well as the path Yami had chosen. But Kaiba was not an average wolf, he was the Alpha, and as much as Jou would try to deny it he was a powerful Alpha. By now Yami knew his only hope of claiming Anzu seemed to be that she would deny Kaiba and they would try again next year.

Something nagged at his brain though as he thought of that and it took him only a short of time to realize what that thought was. As Alpha Kaiba couldn't be turned down, only the majority decision of the Elders could dissolve an Alpha's mating. The likelihood of them doing so though was slim to none.

Yami was unable to stop the whine that escaped his throat. Even if he got there before the marking he knew his strength, it was not likely he could fight Kaiba and win, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

He flew through the forest, the pads of his paws barely seeming to touch the ground; he was simply a black, gold, and scarlet blur ghosting through the trees. His mind thinking only of keeping Anzu from a terrible fate.

Glowing blue eyes were the only thing that alerted him to the presence of a wolf directly in front of him, and he came to a grinding halt, skidding along the dead leaves and slushy snow under his paws.

Yami's mind went on full alert as he recognized the massive brown wolf in front of him, it was Seto Kaiba.

Had he not been able to smell Anzu's scent? No, that didn't make sense; it should have been obvious to someone as powerful as Kaiba.

Staying stock still Yami contemplated his next move. He had never raced Kaiba before and wasn't sure if he was faster, his only chance might be to run in a different direction and hopefully be able to throw the Alpha off his tail and he could return to Anzu. Or if that didn't work he could always just lead the bigger male on a wild goose chase and try again next year.

The entire time that Yami was formulating strategies Kaiba remained unmoving but his body was tense as if ready to spring into a fight. The smaller wolf realized that there may not be any way out of this other than to fight. It wasn't unheard of for two males to draw blood when fighting over a submissive. In the end Yami knew he had no chance of defeating his alpha, but he would not submit and he refused to run away from a challenge.

Haunch muscles bunched under him preparing to spring and as he lowered his head a deep growl came from Yami's throat, a direct challenge to the russet wolf. Kaiba didn't respond in kind though, he just continued to stand there, muscles tense but unmoving. Than a deep rumble went through Kaiba, nothing like the sound of the challenging snarl Yami had sent his way, it sounded more like… more like a mating call.

Yami raised his head, his ears perking in confusion.

What was Kaiba playing at? Was he trying to throw Yami off and lower his guard? No that wasn't likely, mating calls couldn't be forced, they only came when a dominate wolf was near the mate they had chosen as his submissive.

Did that mean… no it couldn't be. Yami sniffed the air again.

No, that wasn't it, Anzu wasn't anywhere nearby, so there went that theory. He did smell something though coming from Kaiba, he smelt of excitement and… and arousal.

Then with no warning at all Yami saw the massive body of a brown wolf leap at him.

With little time to think on the situation further Yami braced for a fight, but he didn't see flashing claws and snapping teeth as expected and Yami's confusion lead to hesitation, and hesitation lead to him being unable to dodge the 150lbs wolf that barreled into him.

As soon as the smaller wolfs' back hit the dirt he went into full on attack mode. He snapped at the wolf above him and tried to kick the oversized wolf off with his hind legs all the while expecting an onslaught of pain. But that didn't come.

For every time Yami tried to throw Kaiba off of him, Kaiba would simply press his body harder into Yami restricting his movements, but that didn't stop Yami from fighting.

After struggling for a good five minutes that felt like an eternity Yami began to realize a noise above him and even as he continued to find exposed flesh with his snapping jaw he turned most of his attention to the noise.

It was a growl, almost a humming, and it was coming from deep within Kaiba's chest, the growl was so strong that his entire body was damn near vibrating with the force of it. It was a similar sound to the one Kaiba had made a short time before with the exception that a continuous growl like this only occurred when… when a marking was about to take place.

Shock tore through Yami's body and limbs causing him to freeze completely. Wide eyed his gaze snapped to Kaiba, and when scarlet eyes met sapphire blue and Kaiba saw that Yami had finally caught on to what was really happening and the alpha flashed large white teeth in a feral smile.

Yami couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The weight of the wolf on top of him was nothing compared to the sudden realization of what Kaiba had really been after the whole time. Him.

With that thought his instincts took over and with every ounce of strength in him Yami kicked out with all four legs in an adrenalin induced show of strength, the power of which was enough to throw Kaiba off of him and Yami wasted no time in rolling to his feet and like a shot he took off into the forest.

Twigs snapped and leaves rustled as Yami tore through the woods relying on his speed alone now.

He knew the brown wolf was behind him, he could smell the thrill of the chase rolling from the larger male in waves and with an apparent inability to control his excitement an excited howl tore through the forest, and Yami was almost disgusted with himself at the amount fear that coursed through him at the noise.

Yami wanted to put on another burst of speed but he didn't have another level and an almost fearful half whine half yip tore out of his throat. The constricting pain in his lungs that the extend run created began to spread, he had lost all feeling in his legs sometime back, and he had no idea where he was heading, all his concentration was put simply to running.

It was because of that lack of concentration that he didn't notice the figure that sprang out of the bushes to his right, at least not until it slammed into him. The force of the impact sent Yami flying and a yip came out of him as he came down on the forest floor hard, twisting one of his back legs in the process.

Refusing to give in Yami got up trying to continue running, but with the full use of only three legs he didn't get far before Kaiba jumped at him for the third time pinning him down.

Once again Yami attempted to bit and tear at Kaiba and felt a brief sense of satisfaction as his claws raked over the fur covered cheek above him, but the satisfaction was quickly gone as his movement were increasingly restricted by the russet wolf who was nearly twice his weight.

Soon Yami became unable to move any of his limbs, his mouth now the only weapon at his disposal but the exhaustion was taking over and all he could do was pant heavily.

He looked up to the wolf above him and once again their eyes locked, this time instead of excitement though all he saw was a grim determination.

Yami knew what was coming next and he started weakly growling at the wolf on top of him as a warning, it was all he could manage in his weakened state but the growl could barely be heard over the rumble that was coming from Kaiba's chest, and as Yami watched in morbid fascination he saw his Alpha lower his head.

The reality of what was about to happen caused Yami's diminished struggles to kick up an additional level, but there was no getting away and the powerful teeth of his alpha sunk into the vulnerable skin at the base of his neck in the way of the Marking Ritual.

Magic flowed and twisted through his veins. The feeling was almost too much as the magic of the binding coursed through Yami. It flowed through every part of him, and he could feel it linking him to Kaiba. He felt the pull and the connection where Kaiba's teeth meet his neck, and he felt as their heartbeats slow and speed respectively until they were in tune with each other.

The earth itself seemed to almost beat in time with their hearts and he felt as the moons light washed over them with greater intensity. He begged the moon to deny their union, it didn't happen often at all, maybe only one out of five hundred markings, but sometimes the moon would reject a union. Yami though had no such luck.

Soon his senses became more in tune with the male above him. He could smell past the expensive cologne to Kaiba's actual sent. It was the scent of the autumn forest and sandal wood. He could even feel an odd sensation in the back of his mind as their two minds formed a weak bond. And then it was over.

He felt as Kaiba gently released his neck and he felt as the bond receded but didn't disappear.

Yami lay there for some time, complete shock causing him to shake almost violently. All the while a brown wolf looked on, an almost sad expression in his eyes that Yami didn't see.

They sat there for an hour, both wolves barely moving until Kaiba turned his head to the sky and noticing how dark it had gotten estimated the time to be around 1 AM. They had been in the forest for three hours.

Getting up slowly from his sitting position Seto let the change flow over him and within a matter of seconds stood in front of his new mate as a human with quite a few cuts and bruises but still appearing almost orderly.

Yami knew that Kaiba had shifted but he couldn't bring himself to really think about it, let alone do the same.

"Yami enough of this, it is time to leave." Came the gravelly voice from the man above him, but still Yami could not bring himself to move.

Beginning to feel irritated Kaiba squatted down next to the small wolf while trying to avoid getting dirt on his pants. "Yami we need to leave now, I will not have you lay here any longer. Get up now."

The tri-colored wolfs only answer was to look over at him with hate filled eyes and give a small grow before turning away again.

Irritation coursed though Kaiba and, even though he was in human form, he let out a louder growl than the one his new mate had given. "This is the last warning I will give Yami, change now. I saw you limping and I refuse to carry you while you are in your wolf form. This is an order from your alpha as well as your dominant."

The word dominant was like an ice cold bucket of water and Yami snapped back to himself and everything in him coursed with fury.

How dare he? How dare this man take everything from him, his life, his freedom, his dreams, and not at least have the slightest decency to let him morn what he lost?

Pushing himself into a sitting position he growled menacingly at Kaiba, the man who had without his consent made him into a submissive. He would show him just how submissive he could be.

Without thinking he jumped at Kaiba, ignoring the pain in his leg. He wasn't sure what he intended, he just knew he wanted to do some damage.

Unfortunately for him Kaiba had been planning on this and he twisted his body just as the wolf came at him, avoiding Yami's attack and grabbing his mate by the scruff of the neck.

Magic flowed through Yami from Kaiba immobilizing him. "I warned you." He heard before pain tore through his body.

Kaiba was using the magic the new bond had created between the two to force a change, and while a voluntary change was mildly unpleasant a forced change was a painful experience. He could feel his bones shifting and contorting as he tried to resist, the two magic's fighting against each other, but as much as Yami didn't want it to be true Kaiba was more powerful, and agonizingly slowly he shifted back to his human form.

Once the shift was over Yami stood favoring his bad leg, Kaiba's hand now resting on the collar Yami wore around his neck.

Yami didn't know what to do, he wanted to rage at Kaiba, he wanted to cry bitter tears, but more than anything he just wanted to ask the older werewolf 'Why me?.' But he did none of those things. The barge of emotions made his mind unable to function and the hundred of things he wanted to say or to shout clogged in his throat. So he just glared into his Alpha's almost nonchalant blue eyes hoping to convey all of the things he couldn't say.

It seemed that Kaiba was unaffected by the glare though and he maintained the aura of superiority that wrapped around him as easily as the white trench coat he wore, and when he spoke his voice held the same authoritative tone it always did. "You have two choices mate," at the word mate Yami felt bile raise to his throat, "you are in no condition to walk and I will not having you damage yourself further by attempting it. So you can struggle, as I know you would, and have me carry you over my shoulder through the crowd of newly mated couples and every elder in our pack. Or you can not struggle, and let me carry you bridal style, and I will take you around them to a limo I have waiting some distance away and you can maintain your dignity until you are ready to tell them."

Kaiba knew what Yami's answer would be but he waited patiently for the slender werewolf to give it. Finally a noise that sounded somewhere between a growl and a whine came from the teen in front of him. Taking that as a sound of agreement Kaiba bent and picked up Yami who stiffened but didn't fight back.

Yami's mind was growing blank. Too much was happening at once. It was too much!

Different emotions screamed for attention in his mind but Yami didn't want to think about them, he didn't want to think of the situation, and he didn't want to think of the reason being carried felt vaguely comforting.

It was because of this unwillingness to think that when exhaustion beckoned him, when that black chasm of emptiness opened it arms and offered him momentary relief he went without hesitation into the blissful nothingness of sleep.

A/N: So what did you think? Let me know if you like it. If no one does I won't keep writing this story since this was pretty spur of the moment.

Also I have only the bare bones outline for this so if you have any ideas send them my way.

One last thing. I'm not sure if this will be Mpreg. I'm kinda leaning towards yes, but I'll take recommendations.