Notes: World of Darkness with major changes- No Lunacy, Delusion, Pardox, Disbelief, or Disquiet, and the changling Mask is held up with their own glamour. Basically, whatever higher power was insuring that the supernatural world stayed hidden doesn't exist. There is still an Oath of the Moon but, Uratha can mate with one another, and no rule about not exposing themselves to humans….just common sense. NCIS/Werewolf the Forsaken crossover
Disclaimer: This is written purely for fun. No profit made.
Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Prologue
Wolf dreams were always so much more vivid than human ones. Scents and colors sharper and sounds deeper and clearer. Sometimes it was almost like he could taste the air. Tony slept in wolf form as often as he could. He would change after a tiring day at work or after kissing his one night stand good night. The smell of sex and musk on his bed a treat to his wolf nose.
But this dream was different. Not a dream of the hunt and blood, or sex and pleasure. He was in the middle of a city street, the buildings were distorted, more akin to what you would find in a funhouse or in the hisil. But Tony had torn out of his human skin under a Luna's not quite full face, under a gibbous moon, and the distorted reality on the other side was something he was familiar with.
He could be in the Shadow, but there was no scent and even the shadow had scents, things you didn't even have names for on the physical side of the gauntlet. The city he was in looked like the shadow of DC, but it was different, and split in two areas. It was full of people, humans, it looked like, but not just them. There were Uratha walking around as well, some in urhan form, some in Dalu, and even some in Urshul. But no Gauru, he thought, Thank Luna, what a fucking mess that would be.
On the other side the city was burnt and caked in blood and viscera. The bodies of humans and the People strewn around in various states of dismemberment. It looked like a war zone. A war between the People and humans, or does something kill us all?, Tony mused in that semi-lucid way some people have when they know they're dreaming but can't stop it, I wonder how many Cahalith are having this dream tonight.
Tony raises his face to the sky then and sees Luna's gibbous face, bright and blood red. It seems to get closer and closer until it fills his vision and it is all he can see.
Tony wakes to his own howling and the insistent ringing of his phone.