The Wolf and the Moon

Summary: "My moon." A phrase to lay claim on the moon. AU. One-shot.

Behind the plot: The Wolf and the Moon by Brunuhville inspired me to write this one-shot and I want to dedicate this to the lovely lovely reviewer - Guest101 - who would leave comments for every author. Thanks for the support, sweetie! Love ya'!

Note: I own nothing except the imaginative plot. I mean no offence to anyone. Excuse all the mistakes please.


0o The Wolf and the Moon o0

There lived two clans - one was the wolf descendants and the other were from moon. Neither could live without each other, especially the wolves. For longer period, both lived in peace until one unfortunate day a wolf had killed the moon descendant. After that they never continued to live in the same kingdom.

The moons separated themselves and moved farther to the southern regions while the wolves remained in the cold parts of north regions. Later the moons spread throughout the world.

Minor disturbances turned into a rift and it became hard to reconnect. Some clans of moon were having a soft spot for the wolves while a few began to see the wolves as their enemies and they would spit instead of spelling the name wolves.

Soft moons were the magic holders and bitter ones molded themselves into warriors.

Caroline belonged to one of such warrior clan and was desperate to prove worthy among her male peers. She was definitely better than other females, but still wasn't as strong as the men. Now she was climbing, walking on the mountain that was covered with layers of snow- for more than a day, maybe.

"Women are weak comparatively and that's the truth." The raven haired male, Damon had commented with his infuriating smirk on that afternoon. "So you can quit mewling and accept it."

Caroline had glared from her weapon, paused her sharpening the edge, a spear which was her choice of weapon. Stefan had cut in and clarified. "Damon meant to say your bodies cannot sustain like men."

"-and too dumb to survive in a fight."

"Damon." Stefan had cast a silent warning at his elder brother who simply shrugged.

Too bad she had already decided to go on for a task and prove herself. Apparently Stefan had learned more about her. Raising a brow, he had warned. "Do not plan anything stupid, Caroline."

"When anybody tells me I can't do something, I prove them wrong." She had stated with a cold smirk.

Stefan had let out a sigh while Damon returned the smile. "Cold mountains are the hunting lands for the wolves." He had strode to her, the edges of his dark hair were swinging due to cold wind the prevailed from northern region. "Since childhood we heard stories, but never seen a male surviving in those mountains. If you think you are above the males among us, then live in those mountains for at least a day and bring anything in return."

It wasn't easy for it was winter and the snowy mountains were terrible place to step the foot in, let alone living for a day or two.

But Caroline had smirked, accepting the challenge. At least she wasn't born into one of those soft clans in which women going on for quests, testing their limits were considered as taboo. It was either do or die for the warriors, so her parents didn't mind. None of the adults wouldn't bother interfering personal lives of their next generations after the training. Youth had to follow the rules set by their ancestors.

Be cold to the coldhearted.

Wolves did something terrible and the moons distanced themselves and remained cold.

Though once in a while a few stories travel telling how a wolf chose the moon as a mate.

"My moon."

A phrase to lay claim on the moon.

In their clan, people were positive and negative about the wolves and their claiming rituals.

When it comes to Caroline - she had always been neutral for she had no clue.

But that didn't mean she wasn't ready to kill a wolf.

Stuttering teeth, trembling body were certainly not the good signs. By the time she reached the edge of hill that was her condition. Cool breezes made the black cloak around her body useless. Frosting. And she could lose conscious at any point of time. Making fire would be helpful.

She was about to set her things up when all of the sudden she wasn't feeling cold anymore. Her teeth stopped making noise, her body wasn't shivering and felt some presence lingering within her proximity.

Odd.

Grip on her spear tightened before she walked around, checking in between the massive trees. Her gut feeling was she looked at wrong things. The serene voice in the head led her to the edge of hill. She gazed at the other mountain in front of her, feeling warmth of the source closing her.

A gigantic four legged beast - a wolf emerged from the trees on the other side. It was quiet like Caroline while staring right back at her. Surprising as it felt to find the source of warmth enveloped her was a wolf. The fur was gray and size was enormous; her entire body was equal to one of the limbs.

At one moment she experienced nothing but peace and knew the beast was feeling in the same way, but the next moment it was gone.

Caroline registered it wasn't too hard for it to jump from that edge to the place she was standing. And it began to growl. That's when she got the cue.

Run!

Barely had she moved to the ten feet distance away from the edge when the wolf crashed into her. She was yelling, kicking it off as they rolled on the snow.

And then everything stopped- with her being pinned to the ground by the gray wolf. Caroline looked around for her lost spear and recognized it missed somewhere while they rolled.

Cussing under breath she tried to free herself as if it was possible. The wolf let out a howl went for longer period. She wasn't sure if it was to silence her pathetic fight or to call someone or a painful cry. A startled Caroline looked into its dark eyes and snarled back at it.

The wolf breathed against her face causing her to flinch back in distaste. The razor like long teeth were at display and to her horror they were brought close to her neck. She thought she took her last breath of air when the beast licked the skin before delicately it bit her. A mixture of pain and pleasure caused a moan to slip from her mouth. More than twice licked the same spot and let go of her surprisingly.

Caroline wasn't sure what really happened as she laid down there recalling things. Then she struggled to get on her feet and received a little help from a man.

A very, very naked man stood in front of her. Built frame and tattoos resembling his wolf origin, she registered them before meeting a pair of blazing stormy blues which were staring at her in awe as if he found the answer for everything. Raspberry colored lips were bent into a smile as he bowed.

He didn't seem to have any problem with the nudity and that's all running in her head.

Her cheeks flushed into crimson as an found herself staring at him for more. Then she removed her cloak and threw it exactly on his face.

A melodious chuckle ended the silence between them. He wrapped it around him, right where he needed to cover.

"The cold doesn't freeze you?" He asked softly in a sultry accent.

"Your presence took care of it." She said moving away.

"Indeed," he glanced at his bare feet which were unaffected. "My people call me Klaus."

"Caroline." She gave her name, feeling less threatened as every moment passed by.

He didn't seem hostile, though his unemotional eyes raised suspicion in her. She took another step away, searching for the weapon. That's when she remembered of knives she had buckled in her pant, on either side of her legs. The goddamn bite on her neck was painful and itchy. Just right in time she remembered something- a wolf could transform on the night of full-moon. It was daytime and he shifted conveniently.

"How did you get to transform in the day?" It was a plain question. Not commanding, but curious one.

He raised hand, showed a ring on his index finger which had blue-gray stone, resembling the color of his eyes, engraved in it. "Wolves are always good with the tricks."

So what she heard was true? Wolves learned to transform irrespective of the time.

Great. Always getting better.

She remembered having a pouch full of wolfsbane in her belt. Perhaps he smelled it from the distance as she took out the knife and the pouch. He separated legs, defensive stance, as he impeded her coldly. "No need to get nasty." She gulped when he took a couple of steps and stopped at a distance. "I wasn't taught to attack a woman."

Good. Because if he shifted back to his wolf form she wasn't sure if this pouch of wolfsbane could put him down. And then she had to use her knives, run for her spear which was lying in the snow, several feet away from her.

"You can stop calculating." He said as if he was reading her keenly.

Her smart mouth took lead. "Well, I was taught to attack a wolf."

"Moons are always bitter." Klaus snorted and then teased. "Be cold to the coldhearted. Is that your slogan?"

Caroline felt her temper rising. She didn't like the way he was making fun of her species.

"And you treacherous mutts swear to do what?"

Klaus raised his brows, amusement filling his eyes. "I'm afraid you really don't have that much time or patience to listen me out." Then he removed the chain around his neck and closed the space with three long strides. Caroline felt the warmth increasing and was undeniably comfortable. When he touched her hand, she did jerk. His skin was so hot in that freezing surrounding. The entire time his eyes were on her face, enjoying every single reaction from her. Taking the knife away, he put the chain in her palm. "I know this is what you have come for. A proof that you survived these dangerous cold mountains." Perhaps he read the question on her face. "Moons really like to taunt us by stepping in our territory. So, you're neither the first nor the last to set foot, sweetheart."

Kill him! Throw that wolfsbane on him!

Two different parts of her mind were quarreling ever since he showed up. Her natural instinct betraying her warrior side and evidently won.

"Now return to your lands before other wolves show up and they won't be generous like me." He smirked.

Caroline scoffed pointing at the mark he had given her. "An act of your generosity?"

Klaus stared at the mark and touched it. "Don't be so cheeky, Caroline." She liked the name coming from his mouth. "You should be glad I didn't rip off your head before I-" He stopped, looking behind him. "Leave." He stated.

Was it the wolves? It must be the wolves.

"Wash yourself in the river before you stand in front of your people." He suggested, not meeting her prying stare.

That should not be ignored, his last line, because she reek of him.

"And I must see you often." Now that was too much. Caroline stiffened her mouth, looking unimpressed.

She was about to object when he brought her palm to his mouth and kissed on the back. "My moon."

Caroline gasped, freed herself and struggled to get behind. "No!" She yelled at him. Klaus lifted his brows, perplexed with her outburst. "You are not supposed to claim me! It is forbidden."

He tried, but failed to suppress his laughter.

"This is no joke, you hideous beast!"

Klaus surrendered and choked in the rest of his annoying laugh. "You need to leave."

With flaring temper, she ran to her spear and moved back scowling at the wolf man who chose to treat her with a lovely smile that dismissed her anger gradually.

Halting her movements she turned around to face him. "I won't promise anything." She found herself speaking, happily dumping her warrior side. "But you would cause no such disturbance that threaten my clan, like your ancestors did." Her voice was clear and bold.

Klaus was calm for a moment there. "I will see you around, my moon."

My moon.

My moon.

My moon.

That sounded like a bad omen which she chose to ignore. For now.


0o The Wolf and the Moon o0

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