Thank you all so much for the reviews, each one means a lot to me ;) This chapter is kind of long, but I hope it's not boring. The third chapter will start off with Sheamus...Or should do anyway X)

Warnings: Slash. Sheamus/BNB. Wolf/Supernatural fic ~ possibly might involve Vampires later on... Chapter features Wade Barrett, Cody Rhodes, Bray Wyatt, Sheamus, Randy Orton and John Cena. Etc...

Wolf Heart...Chapter 2: Heightened Senses...

(A few days later)

It started out small at first. Things were...odd, Wade found, ever since he had that walk in the forest - something strange had happened. Though he still couldn't figure out whether he had really been shot or not, that mark which was the shape of a small, lightening-style scare had to come from somewhere; but that was not the only thing that was strange. No matter where Wade stayed, he could smell almost everything. It wasn't powerful at first, but slowly the smells began to get stronger, so much so that he could barely stand to be in a hotel, pub or restaurant as all he could smell was raw meat in the back, not to mention people...He was scared to go in them anymore. Not because it was actual raw meat he could smell, but because all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into the meat and rip it apart. That wasn't normal for a human...right?

Next to the whole smell scene was Wade's hearing. He didn't know whether everyone else was being loud or if his ears had suddenly got super sensitive, because almost everything that happened within a 6miles distance he could hear almost perfectly clear. It was maddening. Whenever Wade went to fall asleep, the whole town he would be in would rock to life. Traffic, arguments on the streets, the sewers system or just idle chatter! Wade could hear it all. What was worst is that he could literally hear EVERYTHING. Cheating spouses, private conversations, when people where eating, drinking, even having sex! The most scary part of it all was that if Wade concentrated he would be able to hear someone's heart beating loudly, or even slowly, in their chest.

Not to mention his sight...One time when Wade had trouble sleeping he had counted the amount of dust that had gathered in the air and began to float towards any or all objects. He had watched, with great detail he might add, as the tiny pieces of dust fell and landed across the hotel room. He could detect anything that passed his eyes with ease. His taste had seemed to be heighten as well, but Wade figured that was because of his now suddenly sensitive nose.

It was frustrating and annoying. Especially because Wade couldn't tell anyone. The doctors would probably either say it was a good thing or he was a quack, and the only man in the world he trusted with his life was no longer speaking to him - simply giving Wade the cold shoulder. The Celtic Warrior had done nothing but ignore him. Normally they would have been close, drinking, arguing about football ("soccer") or just being mates - close ones at that. And Wade loved it, Sheamus was...different...and Wade liked different. However the Irish brute never seemed to see Wade like he saw him...and now the red-head barely gave him a second glance...

'Sheamus...' Wade thought with a frown on his face as he lay on the standard hotel room bed, legs scrunched against him so they didn't fall over the edge. It might have been early morning, but Wade was anything but prepared for the day ahead. Sunday. A supposed day of rest and yet Wade felt worst than ever, agitated and hot even, and he had to go out with a couple of the lads, Cody Rhodes idea, and pretend that everything was fine. With lack of sleep, only a few hours thanks to a thick pillow being held tightly to Wade's head via his arm (almost crushing his skull at one point thanks to the "neighbours" knocking around off), he now had to deal with possibly one of the most annoying superstars he had ever had the displeasure of meeting -

~Sniff.

Oh no. He was here already.

~Knock~

"Wade!"

How did Wade not smell him earlier? ...Okay...he seriously needed help.

"It's open." Wade growled more than groaned as he buried his face into the mattress, his pillow still wrapped around his head in hopes of blocking out the noises of the outside world.

"Heya, Barrett!" Cody grinned happily from ear to ear as he opened the door before banging it shut, making Wade grumble into the bedding.

"What do you bloody want, Rhodes?" Wade bit back bitterly before smelling coffee in the air. Slowly, Wade lifted his head up from the safety of the pillows, looking towards Cody who held two cups of freshly made coffee in his hands.

Cody opened his eyes and almost froze once he saw Wade's face. (Undescribable terror)

"Whoa Wade, you look as though you want to kill someone!" The brown haired male looked like he wanted to bolt it from the room, Wade could smell the fear that trembled from him, yet he didn't budge.

Wade would have told him not to be silly and that he was fine; but he wasn't fine and all he could smell was far-too-much sugar filled coffee - that he needed to drink. "If you don't give me that cup of coffee in the next three seconds I think I'll have my first victim." As if on cue, Cody passed Wade the cup with a cheesy -Please-don't-hurt-me- smile plastered on his face.

Cody wasn't an idiot, and Wade, though never admiting it, liked his company - if only for a short while.

Necking it in one and not caring about the burning in the back of his throat, Wade scrunched the former cup of coffee up in his hands before tossing it aside - hearing a slight bang as the cup met the floor. Sighing heavily, Wade promptly fell back into the sanctuary of pillows.

"Come on, Wade!" Cody called as he moved closer towards the already aggravated Brit. "We're going to workout, get some lunch and then head out to meet up with the guys - "

Cody then did something next that was incredibly stupid. He grabbed onto Wade's ankles. Normally Wade would have simply shrugged this movement off, ignoring it even if it annoyed him to no end. However, Cody hands seemed to be hotter than the sun as he grasped onto Wade's already hot and bothered body.

"Bloody piss off you dipstick!" Wade twisted himself so fast he barely even realised he did it until he managed to kick Rhodes so hard the now well known Stardust hit the opposite wall, which wasn't far from the bed, but Wade would have had to used a lot of strength to send him that hard back.

This time the fear was clearer than ever. Not only could Wade smell it, but he could see it as well as Cody suddenly stood up before shooting towards the door, opening it as fast as he could before backing out slowly.

"It's okay, you don't have to come workout with me..." He paused, looking down slightly. "Maybe you should get that checked though..." He nodded to Wade's arm, and the Brit slowly looked at it as he heard Cody leg it from the room after gently closing the door this time.

Seeing the three large claw marks aggravated and burning just like he was, Wade growled loudly just like an animal would have.

Damn. Now he had to apologise...

Once apologising to Cody, getting a goofy smile in return, Wade knew he had repaired what could have been a very damaging injury to, dare he say it, friendship with the moron known as Cody Rhodes. Which was good, he supposed, yet that didn't help his current mood as he brutally punched a boxing bag with his bare knuckles, not even realising he was gaining a crowd around him as he focused on beating the defenceless bag stuffed to the rim, not paying any mind to the amount of gasps that came from the people around him as he beat the bag so hard it was like a swing without a weight on it in a strong, blowing wind.

After a few more moments of enjoying punching the bag, Wade Bull Hammered it so hard it broke from its metal attachments to the ceiling before landing harshly onto the floor. Breathing heavily, Wade wiped his face of sweat before turning towards the crowd that had gathered, growling, he ignored them the best he could as he heard them all whisper about him as he headed for the showers within the gym...

Upon stripping bare with no one else inside the shared men's shower, Wade stepped under the head as a burst of pure, cold water rained over his warm body. To most this would have been freezing, but to Wade - it was perfect.

Well, if Wade wasn't sure before then he was now - there seriously was something wrong with him.

Looking down, Wade opened his eyes as he held onto his injured arm where the claw marks were located, they too seemed to ease with coldness of the water. It was soothing if anything...

"Fella..."

Wade looked over his shoulder slightly as the water continued to pour over his body, his greenish grey eyes taking hold of the sight of the man behind him. Sheamus smiled at him, making Wade hold his breath for a mere second as he wondered closer until his arms trapped the tall Brit within them. The Celtic Warrior gave a light, gentle kiss against Wade's shoulder, slowly moving his lips towards the younger males neck before nibbling on the sensitive flesh there. Wade groaned a little as he pushed back against the other male behind him, enjoying the feeling of having Sheamus there with him.

Wait...Wade thought as he sniffed the air again. He wasn't alone anymore. Sheamus suddenly disappeared. Eyes snapping open, Wade looked towards the enhance of the shower room, seeing none other than Bray Wyatt standing there, fully clothed, watching him with an intrigued look upon his face. Wade growled low from the back of his throat, typically the first private moment in weeks and someone had to ruin it. Pinning himself to the wall, Wade tried to hide his semi erection from the bigger mans prying eyes.

Bray shook his head, tutting to himself. "Bad puppy." He said in an ashamed tone. "Couldn't even wait for your big day~"

"What the hell are you on about?!" Wade snapped harshly, glaring at Bray who simply laughed in response.

"You really haven't figure it out yet, have you?"

As Wade was about to tell him to bugger off - Bray spoke again.

"Maybe you should ask Sheamus how you got those claw marks on your arm..." He turned, ready to leave before he looked back briefly at the British born superstar. "Oh, and you should probably be told; tomorrows a full moon ~ your big day." And with that, Bray left a very confused and so-not-turned-on anymore Wade Barrett behind...

It was much later in the night and Wade was sitting with Cody who was digging into a cooked steak, Wade wished he could say he was doing the same, but after lunch - raw meat from the fridge only to get caught by Cody who now probably thought he was a weirdo - Wade opted out of eating anything. His stomach couldn't take anything else he was sure. So, instead of eating, he had a pint of beer within a glass sitting in his hand, normally something he liked to have once in a while. But what had been normal for him lately? And obviously he wasn't enjoying alcohol that much.

They weren't the only ones there, not by a long shot, most of the locker room had came to the same pub, talking about what was happening tomorrow. Wade wasn't paying attention, or at least was trying not to until he saw Sheamus, John and Randy enter the pub and come straight it - all three not smelling bad to Wade's over-sensitive nose.

The former bare knuckled fighters eyes got hopeful as Sheamus looked at him, only to almost break the glass in his hand as Sheamus looked away as soon as he saw Wade watching him from the corner.

"When do you think he's gonna turn?" John asked quietly, yet Wade picked it up with ease as they ordered their drinks.

"Considering it's a full moon tomorrow, I'd say then." Randy replied.

"He's already starting to show the signs..." Sheamus said with a sigh.

"Well what do you expect? You're the one who marked him!" Randy hissed. "And so close to a full moon, that was just stupid."

"What else was I suppose to do?! Watch him die!" Sheamus hissed back, truly mad with the Viper's words.

Randy gave Sheamus a look. "You should have let nature take its course-"

"Randy." John gripped the Viper's arm, trying to give him a warning, but the former world champion didn't seem to take the hint.

"Barrett would be better off dead then with this damn curse -" Randy never got the chance to finish as his head was smashed into the wooden bar via Sheamus' hands.

Wade's, along with everyone else's, eyes went wide as they all stared at the scene before them. John hand pushed Sheamus away from Randy quickly, growls emerging from their throats, yet it was so low not everyone would have heard it.

"Go cool off!" John yelled to Sheamus as he tended to a head-bleeding Randy Orton.

Sheamus shook his head, storming out of the pub. Call him crazy, but Wade followed the Celtic Warrior into the refreshing cold air of the night...

Wade peeked out from behind a wall which lead to an alleyway that would have been abandoned, had it not been for an angry looking Sheamus stomping around and kicking bins and rubbish bags. He was going to speak to him...Or at least that's what Wade wanted to do, however, something inside him wanted him to either run from the raging Irish man or hit the floor in utter submissiveness. After what seemed like hours, but actually only a few minutes, Sheamus finally placed his hands against the cold wall - taking in a deep breath before finally speaking.

"I know yer there fella, so ye might as well just come out."

Wade still wanted to run or hide, yet slowly the Brit creped out, head low but eyes on Sheamus.

The ginger looked over before sighing heavily. "Fella, I can explain -"

"What did I do to you?" Wade asked with a sudden burst of confidence.

Sheamus shook his head. "Trust me fella, it's not what you did..."

Wade snarled. "Then what?! Because you can barely even look me in the eye anymore!" He was closer to Sheamus now, yet as the Irish man didn't even look up at him, instead simply watching the floor as though it was the most interesting thing on earth, Wade couldn't help but grab his shirt, pulling the elder so he could face him. "We use to be mates but now -"

Wade expected a glare, snarl or even a growl, but what he wasn't expecting was to be pushed into the nearest wall with Sheamus' lips clamped against him own. It took a few seconds for it to sink it before Wade finally kissed back, jumping into the awaiting arms of Sheamus, his long legs wrapping around the brute known as the Great White. They moved around, pushing the other into the wall as clothes began to get shredded, eyes glowing in a certain desire as they roughly pushed into something mental until falling into a empty dust-bin - ignoring the bad smell.

Finger nails, suddenly sharp, dug into the others back, side and stomach as their limbs twisted and curled into each other. Noises emerged from the dumpster until eventually the lid closed with a bang, clawmarks digging into the side - denting the metal - and howls came from within...

Ah, I love wolves :D

Here's my promise to you all; if I get three/four reviews for this chapter then I'll update this either Sunday or Monday. Thanks again for the feed back from the first chapter, I'm glad this story has intrigued some of you ;) So cheers X)

Next chapter - Beware Of The Full Moon: Sheamus can't let this happen, not here, not now - and certainly not to Wade. "The full moon will bring out the demon that lives within you now~"