The Packs that Bind

I randomly felt like writing a Phoenix Wright fanfic about werewolves. It's sorta AUish, but sorta not. It doesn't take place in Los Angeles, or Japan, where the PW series normally takes place. It spans across the timeline, including AAI and AJ. It also contains Gregory Edgeworth. If its possible, I kinda created a TIME PARADOX!

OH SHI—

(fourth wall explodes)

Phoenix Wrong belongs to Capcom. The only other thing I own is Emily. That is all. I decided to rewrite this because I hated the original chapter I wrote. xD I also own Gyakutenville (because that's the name of the city on the Sims 2 where all my PW characters live xD)

Italics means wolf-speak. Or defining key pack words like alpha or beta.

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The two wolves trudged through the forest. The male, a strikingly handsome blonde wolf with dark red—or purple—patches gently nudged his mate, a white female with brown fur streaking from her head down her back, forward. He could tell she was exhausted; after all, they had been running for days.

Members of their large pack had been brutally murdered by a man known to the wolves as The Hunter. Legends spoke of him as one man, others spoke of a group. However, they knew the truth; this man headed a group that hunted and killed their kind.

They had left their home in Germany, and had been fleeing for days. First they flew across the sea to the States, heading to a place they knew they would be safe: California. They thought they would be happy in California, but the move had made the alpha even bossier and harsher than before. Unable to take it anymore, the two had broken one of the major laws of their pack; abandoning it. The others had given chase.

The male wolf and his mate had run for what seemed like ages. Now, five days later, they were extremely exhausted. They rarely had a chance to hunt, knowing if they did, it would lead their pursuers right to them.

"Are you okay, Fraulein?" the male rumbled. The female huffed tiredly, unable to show her usual annoyance at her mate.

"Scientifically speaking, no. Klavier, we can't keep running like this. He's going to find us. What are we even looking for?"

"I heard another pack lives here, in a city called Gyakutenville. We can find sanctuary there."

"What if they aren't there? What if they're mean, and murderers, like our pack—"

"Ema," Klavier said, looking into his mate's blue-gray eyes, "Their scent is fresh. I know they're here. Our only worry is if they are not friendly. Please, trust me, Fraulein."

Ema turned away, unable to resist the look in Klavier's eyes. "…you bastard."

Klavier let out a wolfish chuckle, "You know you love me."

Klavier's fur stood on end as they crossed the territory line. They would have to be on their guard; he assumed there wouldn't be a very warm welcome.

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Emily took a sip of her Frappe as she nibbled on a donut. She picked up her case file, preparing to store the completed case in its proper binder. As she snapped the binder closed, something caught her attention, causing her head to snap towards the open window. She raised her head, and sniffed twice, her sensitive nose picking up an unfamiliar scent. It made the hair on her neck stand on end. Her head tilted to the side in slight confusion.

"Umm… what are you doing, Prosecutor Markham?"

Emily turned around, feeling a familiar heat course through her body. She shook her head and gave the young police officer a sunny smile. She was known for her smile; it could change minds and brighten anyone's day. Of course, she could also hide behind her smile, something she had learned to do when she was a young pup.

"Oh, nothing… it's going to rain."

And it was the truth—it was going to rain. But the scent she had picked up was unfamiliar, and it made her edgy. She needed to take care of the problem, and fast

"I'm finished here, so you may go home. See you tomorrow."

"And you, Prosecutor Markham."

It was dark, and the rain was just beginning to fall. As Emily reached the forest that her pack called home, she shifted into her feral form, a magnificent female with dark-chocolate brown fur with black running from her ears down to her back. her flanks were a deep gray, as well as her tail. She shook herself, her sensitive ears picking up the sound of animals far away. Taking a deep breath, the wolf let out a powerful howl, beautiful and steady.

Within seconds, her mate was next to her, his silver-brown fur glistening from the drizzle. He was larger than she was, with a large white tuft on his chest and black hind legs. His tail swished back and forth as he gently nuzzled his mate. Suddenly, he let out a deep growl, one full of suspicion and confusion.

"What's going on here?"

Emily turned to see a wolf with dirty blonde/tan fur with a brown streak running from his head to his tail. Around his neck was a band of white. His brown ears, tipped with black, twitched in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Lang, but we have company."

"What kind of company?" The guardian wolf growled, baring his fangs, "A hunter?"

"No, another wolf. Two, actually." Emily growled back, feeling Lang's tension.

"Well, Mr. Edgeworth, let's take them out before they bring hunters into our territory." Lang growled. Miles snarled, looming over him in a dominant manner.

"No. The last thing we need right now is a dead were on our territory. The hunters would come crawling out of the woodwork if that were to happen." Miles snarled. Lang backed up in a defensive stance, not quite submissive. Emily sighed heavily, scratching behind her ear with a paw. Lang had always been a troublesome wolf, one who did not want to willingly submit. It had taken her four hours to get the Zheng-Fa wolf to submit to her and become part of the pack. The alpha female stood up and pulled at Miles' ear with her teeth, trying to get him to follow her to their home in the woods.

"If you wish to follow us, just follow our scent," Emily called back. Her statement was rewarded with silence. With a shrug and a careless flick of her tail, her mate and the guardian wolf left the clearing to return home.

"We're back!" Emily called out, her form shifting back to her human self. One benefit of her pack's magick was they could force their clothes to appear instead of shifting naked. Emily brushed dust off her trench coat as Miles shifted back, adjusting his cravat. Lang stayed in his wolf form, lying right inside the door.

Miles' eyes roved over his pack. Franziska was sitting in front of the fireplace, calmly sipping tea as she watched Kay play with the pups, Trucy and Pearl. Pearl's cousin, Maya was cooking something in the kitchen (a hamburger, no doubt; Maya was addicted to them as much as Emily was addicted to Snackoos). Gumshoe was nowhere to be found, no doubt patrolling the area around the large house for suspicious individuals. Phoenix was lounging on the couch, a case file in his hands. Apollo was the only one missing, probably out getting groceries or working on a trial.

Emily yawned, stretching and rubbing her eyes. Her wolf wanted to run, to hunt with her mate by her side, but she wanted to rest. She had a trial tomorrow, and it wouldn't do to be sleeping during the trial. Miles ran his hand through his damp hair, shaking himself slightly and sprinkling water onto Phoenix.

"Edgeworth!" Phoenix said, trying to shield the water he was shedding. Lang laughed from his spot by the door, then let out a happy growl as Franziska began to scratch him behind his ears. It was odd to see the normally cold (and very dangerous) prosecutor show affection, especially to a man such as Lang. Emily smiled softly at her pack.

"C'mon, guys, we all have work tomorrow. Let's get some rest, shall we?" Emily chuckled, "Lang, wait up for Gummy and Polly, mm'kay?"

"What?" Kay said, hearing her name.

"Not you."

"Oh."

"Sure, whatever," Lang yawned. Franziska tweaked his ears before nodding at Miles and Emily.

"Good night, Miles Edgeworth, Emily."

"Why do I get the full name…" Miles muttered; he was promptly whipped.

"Ow."

"I might be out; there's a new scandal out there." Kay said, wrapping her scarf around her neck. Miles sighed.

"Just be careful, Kay."

"Will do, Mr. Edgeworth!" Kay said before bounding out the window.

After the rest of the pack had said their goodnights and left for their beds, Emily and Miles shifted, running outside. Emily let out a growl, wagging her tail playfully, but Miles glared at her. They had a job to do, to protect their territory. Emily put her nose to the ground, inhaling the many different scents that covered the forest floor. She could smell the deer that roamed within the forest, the smaller animals, and rain. With her nose glued to the ground, she sniffed around, catching the fading markings they had laid before. She followed the border one way as Miles followed it the other.

Miles let out a growl as he found an unusual scent. It was a wolf—no, two of them. Raising his head, he sniffed the breeze. He could tell what direction they had come from. He let out a growl as he heard the birds of the forest go quiet. The wolves in the forest, the two intruders upon their territory, was frightening the wildlife.

"Miles."

His mate rubbed up against him, marking him with her scent. He could see she was agitated, as the fur around her neck stood on end. The rain poured down on them, making the brown fur running down her back seem like dripping ink. Miles shook himself, growling in displeasure. The rain would soon wash any scents away, making marking the territory useless.

"Let's go in."

"I thought you'd never ask," Emily growled, shaking her fur. Her fur stood on end, much like Phoenix's ridiculous hair. She bounded towards the house, her mate plodding behind. Neither wolf was aware of the couple hiding right in the bushes in a makeshift den.

"Are you alright, Fraulein?" Klavier growled quietly.

"I'm NOT alright! I'm soaked! Some smart idea this was!" Ema growled. Klavier slapped a paw over Ema's muzzle, peering out to see if the two wolves had heard them. When they disappeared from view, he let out a sigh.

"We will find more suitable shelter when the rain stops, Fraulein." Klavier snuggled closer to Ema, and she curled up in a ball, her tail on her nose. She closed her eyes, dreaming fitfully of their old home.