Hello Readers!
I just had to get this Faberry plot bunny out of my head before it drove me crazy. This is my first foray into the modern supernatural world and most of the supernatural references in this story are heavily influenced by Patricia Briggs's Mercy Thompson and Alpha & Omega universe. If you have not read her books, I highly recommend them :) Now, without any further ado, I present to you, Howl at the Moon.
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"Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter.."
A petite brunette hummed along to the tune of 'Don't Rain on my Parade' as she walked down the quiet street. The sun was beginning to set and she had just left the school premises because she had stayed back to practice her solo for Glee Club.
"More like to avoid those mangy mutts," huffed her wolf, pacing back and forth in her head.
Rachel sent a mental glare aimed at her wolf and was responded with bared teeth and a flick of a tail.
"Someone's cranky," muttered Rachel aloud as she kicked a stray pebble along the sidewalk and squinted at the setting sun. It was starting to get dark. She better hurry home.
"Excuse you," sniffed her wolf haughtily "I'm not the one hiding away in the school auditorium waiting for those mutts to leave so that I could go home without getting injured for once."
"Well, Santana is away for Cheerios camp or else we wouldn't be walking back at this hour."
"We shouldn't have to rely on Santana to protect ourselves little one. And Puck can only do so much against the rest of them by himself," chastised the wolf gently.
"We are at the bottom of the pack, it's not like we can do much on our own!" Rachel gritted her teeth as she admitted what she already knew-what everyone else in her pack already knew the moment she was turned-that she belonged at the lowest rung of the pack's ladder, the weakest link as Finn frequently reminded her. He was still stinging from the fact that she broke up with him even though he continuously reminded her about how grateful she should be for him to have chosen her as his potential mate as it elevated her status within the pack-somewhat.
Once, she managed to get through to him that she no longer wanted to be with him-the person that bit her and changed her life forever-the boy joined forces with the rest of the wolves in the pack that took pleasure in bullying her. Santana and Puck were the only ones in her pack that protected her but there was only so much they could do before running into a pack member that was ranked higher than them, causing them to step aside due to the hierarchical ruling system of the pack. Recently, the bullying had escalated and more than once, Rachel had escaped with injuries that would've been serious if it weren't for the accelerated healing that comes with being a werewolf. She wanted to leave if she could. But leaving the pack would mean death for her as lone wolves are not tolerated in pack territory and becomes fair game to any members of the pack.
"We only have to hold on for one more year then I'm selling the house and getting out of this place and… what's wrong?" Rachel paused in her footsteps as her wolf stopped pacing and was on high alert.
Rachel looked around, taking in her surroundings. She had taken the path through the park near the edge of the local forest . Rachel normally used this route as a shortcut but it was her first time using it so close to nightfall. The streetlights cast uneven shadows on the trees and she could feel her hackles rise. The atmosphere was completely silent. The night insects have stopped chirping and everything seemed to be waiting for something to happen.
"Something is coming," snarled her wolf and Rachel tensed, getting ready to defend herself, or run, whichever option that would bring her to safety.
Her heightened sense of hearing picked up the sound of something crashing through the woods heading towards her and within seconds a white figure barreled out into her path, 10 feet in front of her.
Under normal circumstances, had a wolf the size of a motorcycle barreled it's way into her path, teeth bared and madness in its eyes, Rachel's first human reaction would've been to run.
But instead, when Rachel saw the huge white and black wolf standing before her, its golden eyes bright with anger, fangs bared, ears drawn back and power, so much power flowing out in waves, she could only utter one word as she dropped to her knees.
"Beautiful"
Her voice sounded hoarse as she was mesmerized by the powerful werewolf before her.
The sound of her voice seemed to snap the wolf out of its rage and it blinked its eyes as the haze of madness began to clear, replaced with confusion. It let out a small whine.
"Omega?"
Rachel heard the husky voice in her head as clear as she could hear her wolf's. Her eyes widened with shock as she stared at the wolf, all forms of werewolf courtesy flying out of the window as she looked into the golden eyes of the wolf that could bring her Alpha to his knees in a heartbeat.
"You… you can speak to me?" she whispered in awe, her eyes not leaving the wolf's as it approached her slowly.
Seeing it up close, Rachel finally saw (and smelled) that the blackness of the wolf's fur was actually its white fur matted with blood. There was a huge gash along the wolf's side and Rachel spotted gun shot wounds on its right hind leg as it limped closer to her. She frowned as she notice that the wolf's wounds weren't healing at all and its blood was emitting a strong metallic smell that she has never smelled before.
The wolf stopped right in front of Rachel, its face inches away from hers. It took in a deep breath and again Rachel heard its voice echoing inside her head.
"Omega," said the wolf again with more certainty, its husky voice distinctively feminine.
"I do not know what is this Omega that you speak off," said Rachel quietly. She mentally prodded her own wolf who for once did not respond as if she was stunned into silence.
The injured wolf let out an irritated growl and surprised Rachel by licking her cheek.
"You are Omega and you are mine."
Rachel frowned with confusion. Why is this wolf claiming her? What does it mean by her being an Omega? Rachel heard the sound of blood dripping to the ground and she let out a gasp of horror as she saw a small pool of blood beginning to form under the wolf and she heard its ragged breathing..
"You're still bleeding! Why aren't you healing?" She stood up quickly, almost ramming her shoulder into the wolf's jaw. The wolf growled with annoyance at being interrupted.
"Hush," scolded Rachel and the wolf stopped from the shock of being scolded by the petite brunette. "Regardless of where you were planning to go, I insist that we get you back to my place at least for tonight before you bleed to death and there's still a couple more blocks..."
She took in the sight of the injured wolf and sighed as she bent down to make eye contact with it.
"I know you're going to protest but from the way I see it, we should stop wasting time and at the rate you are bleeding, it would be faster for me to carry you back to my house."
Rachel could almost see the wolf raising an eyebrow with disbelief.
"Pack magic will conceal you to my neighbours' eyes and while I may not look it, I'm pretty strong. So you could either decide to stand here and bleed to death or forgo your pride and allow me to carry you to my home."
The wolf stared her down trying to force her into submission but Rachel was stubborn by nature and refused to break eye contact. That trait was what had gotten her into trouble with her other pack mates who were aggravated by the fact that the natural instinct to be submissive to the higher ranked wolves was nonexistent in her.
It could've been minutes or seconds that had gone by but the wolf finally looked away and let out a small sneeze, shaking its head in disbelief.
"Good, I'm going to wrap up your wounds with the best I can right now and pick you up," said Rachel and she reached into her bag that had her slushy stained shirt from this morning and bent down to wrap it around the open gash. She hissed in pain as her fingers came into contact with the wolf's blood. She shot the wolf a questioning glance.
"Silver in blood"
Her mouth opened in the silent "Oh" of horror as she tore off strips of the shirt to wrap it around the bullet wounds to temporarily staunch the bleeding. True to the myth surrounding werewolves, silver is poisonous to werewolves and the slightest contact will bring about immense pain. She shuddered to think how much agony this wolf was in with silver coursing through its body and she wondered briefly how it could've survived this long.
"We have to move little one". Her wolf was back. Saving her questions for later, she squatted down to pick up the wolf, trying not to jostle it too much. Surprisingly the wolf did not struggle and allowed itself to be slung across the brunette's back. Being a werewolf meant that Rachel had supernatural strength but even she felt the brunt of carrying such a powerfully built wolf.
It would've been both comical and terrifying if Rachel's neighbours could see the petite girl bent over and trudging down her driveway with a huge wolf half her size, slung across her shoulders. But thankfully, the pack's magic shielded the wolf from human eyes and anybody looking at Rachel would've just seen her with a small dog slung across her shoulders.
Unlocking her door with a werewolf slung across her shoulders was one thing, but trying to fit the wolf through her door was another. By the time she managed to get the both of them in the hallway and slammed the door shut, the wolf was losing consciousness from the blood loss and silver. Rachel ran to her basement where the freezer filled with frozen meat was stored and she emerged seconds later with armfuls of raw steaks only to find that the wolf had dragged itself across the hallway towards the door leading down towards the basement.
"Oh my goodness! What are you doing?!" she cried out as she saw the wolf drawing in pained breaths at it lay near the door.
"Omega. Don't leave. Mine."
"I still don't understand what is an Omega but stop wasting your energy and eat so that you can heal!" demanded Rachel as she tore open the vacuum packs containing the slabs of frozen steaks and held it out to the wolf who attempted to eat it but only managed a mouthful before letting out a pained growl.
"Silver bullets. Must remove silver bullets or else I won't heal"
"Bullets? I… oh," Rachel spotted the three gunshot wounds at the wolf's hind leg that was still oozing blood. She got up to get her first aid kit from the bathroom but not before ordering the wolf to stay where it was. The wolf let out a wheeze that sounded a lot like a laugh to her but she couldn't tell with all the adrenaline buzzing through her.
Thanking her wolf's foresight of making her help out at the veterinary clinic last summer, she set to work to remove the silver bullets that were lodged in the wolf's leg. It was a long process but finally when she removed the last bullet, the blood flow lessened and slowly stopped as the wolf began to heal. She helped the wolf up as it struggled to stand and tremors rocked its body as it began to heave and vomit black viscous substance all over her floor. Smelling the same metallic scent, Rachel deduced that the wolf's body was ridding itself off the silver in its body and she began to hum a comforting tune as she stroked the shivering wolf. Once the wolf had emptied most of the silver from its body in her hallway, Rachel gently led the wolf to the living room where it collapsed near the fireplace. She brought it the now thawed steaks and it obediently ate the meat that she gave.
Once the wolf had eaten its fill, its wounds had closed up and it let out a sleepy rumble of contentment as it placed its head in Rachel's lap and promptly fell asleep. The brunette herself was exhausted and she leaned against her sofa, taking in the sight of the huge wolf now asleep in her lap. Mentally telling herself that this would probably make more sense in the morning, she nodded off to sleep as her adrenaline slowly wore off.
xoxoxox
Next, Rachel wakes up in the morning to find that none of this had been a dream and she learns more about the mysterious white wolf
