The warmth of the summer air was still refreshing after such a long winter, even several months in, but by the time the wolf finally reached his destination by the cliffs towering over his city, his tongue was lolling out of his mouth in an attempt to cool his burning body.
Winter might have its uses after all.
Laying his head atop his paws the wolf looked down at the multitude of familiar lights glimmering in the grayish night, and flickering his eyes from one house to another the wolf yawned sleepily. He might be a creature of the night, but his Human self probably hadn't slept too well the past few days, most likely from celebrating the last days of summer by playing games all night with his mates.
Typical, the wolf thought, rolling his eyes. Still, he would not sleep that night, he never did, instead making sure to keep his pack protected at all costs, remembering faintly what might happen otherwise. The full moon was not a time to be taken lightly, he knew from experience, and he did not want anything to happen to any member of his pack.
Mother, he knew, was at work, and unlikely to leave before morning. And his Human had left Sister asleep in her bed, from where she wouldn't rise until someone woke her. Sometimes her desire to sleep was beneficial, the wolf thought, recalling Human's memories of trying to wake Sister in the morning. He was lucky to not experience such things himself.
Apart from his own house the wolf also kept a close eye on one not too far away, the house where his mates lived. Years ago Kurt-mate and Finn-mate had lived in different houses, but when Burt-human and Carole-human decided to be mates, they'd moved in with one another. The wolf had approved, it meant one less house to look after, whilst still keeping everyone in his pack protected.
If only his Human-self could understand that. Or anything really.
His Human-self had yet to realize that Kurt-human and Finn-human were his mates, and the wolf was beginning to grow impatient. They were already spending their entire days together, couldn't Human smell that something was going on? Even from his spot on the cliffs the wolf could feel faint traces of the delicious smell, Human should too despite his lesser senses, especially right there by their side, right?
Lifting his head, the wolf shook his head, disgruntled with his Human. Human really needed to get his act together, the wolf thought grumpily. He hadn't even told Kurt-human and Finn-human about Wolf yet.
Who knew if human ever would?
Parking his truck beside the familiar Nav Puck stepped out on the parking lot with a confident smile. Another year, another chance to prove his badassness.
Entering the school Puck quickly finds his best friends hanging out by their lockers, and swiftly slings his arms around their shoulders.
"What's up nerds?" he asks, simultaneously leering at a group of girls passing them.
"Gross," Kurt mumbles as he closes the locker, but Puck can see the smile on his lips, and knows he isn't too serious.
"We saw you just last night, man," Finn complains, turning towards him, "it's not like anything's happened."
"Sure it has," Puck grins, squeezing them tighter in his hold and leads them down the hallway. "Fresh bash of freshmen girls right before our eyes. And freshmen guys," he adds, looking at a disgruntled Kurt, who doesn't particularly perk up at the idea either. "Not to mention; we're juniors now. Just one more year and we'll rule the school."
"Okay first of all; ew," Kurt begins, ticking off the pointer finger of his left hand, quickly ticking off more in quick succession. "Second; could you be any more of a creep? Third; ew! Fourth; that's still another year in this hellhole. And fifth; did I mention 'eww'!"
Beside him Finn chuckles, nodding along with his step-brother. Puck however just keeps smiling in the same manner like before – nothing and no one will be able to tear him down. Not this year. This year is his year.
It's a few hours later that Finn hisses confusedly at him. "What are you doing?"
They're in the furthest back of their social studies class, a class Puck would have been more than happy to skip in favor of sleeping in the nurse's office, that's how boring it is. In fact, he'd been pretty sure he had fallen asleep at his desk, dreaming of a nice body writhing beneath his in pleasure. But then he'd been woken up by Finn, and found his nose buried deep into the lanky teen's neck – and more disturbingly, basically licking away at the skin there, the same way he'd been going at the body in his dream.
"Sorry man," he mutters, sinking back into his own seat, wondering what's wrong with him. This isn't the first time he'd found himself sniffing away at his friend, in fact, during the last weeks of the summer vacation he'd discovered himself practically devouring his friend's scent at any possible moment. Finn's and Kurt's.
He has no clue why.
All he knows is that lately the two step-brothers seems to smell frickin' awesome, way better than anyone he'd ever met in his life – boy or girl. But it's weird that the smells have only recently appeared, Puck can distinctly remember quite a few times when Finn (Kurt, not really, that kid prides himself on being clean at all times. Even when working at the auto shop the pale teen only ever smells of vanilla and flowers) positively reeked of one odor or the other. They've shared a locker room for years – he's certainly been around Finn on his worst, body-odor wise.
So, what's up? And better yet, how can he make it stop?
Staring behind the lecturing teacher at the blackboard Puck decides that- that this problem of his is because of his… his monthly disease. For what else could it be? Really. It's the only, well, logical explanation.
Crossing his arms Puck grumbles to himself. Stupid-ass werewolf. Wasn't it enough that it stole his social life once a month? That because of it Puck had to keep a fucking massive secret from everyone that he deemed close? Noooo¸ it had to fucking ruin everything else in his life as well. Just what the hell did it want from him by making his best friends smell so unusually awesome all of a sudden?
Hopefully he would be able to figure it out, because he was not willing to give up his coming year of badassness on account on some wolf whom he hated most of the time.
The wolf positively howled in glee the next full moon, joyous memories of Human beginning to realize that Kurt-human and Finn-human might be something more than just your ordinary pack members.
Finally, the wolf thought happily, too filled with anxious anticipation to lay down as usual, even too excited to sit on the cool stone. Instead he paces the rocky cliff, wondering how long it will take Human now that he's finally taken that first step in the right direction. Sure, Human had only realized that Kurt-mate and Finn-mate smelled better than they had years ago, but hopefully it wouldn't be long until he gathered his wits. Human was smart – at least most of the time. Human could figure it out.
After all, how hard could it be?
