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Fenrir woke just a few minutes before sunrise. He didn't know if his pup was the type of person, now werewolf, to rise with the sun, so he pulled himself out of the…special dreams he was having so he could watch his pup wake up. Fenrir didn't really know what to expect when he did, but he knew that whatever it was, it would be loud and violent. His pup would no doubt be supremely pissed off and angry. Fenrir was looking forward to all the contact that would have to happen if he has to restrain Asher.
But Fenrir woke up way too early. For an hour the silver man sat there and watched his little mate, reveling in the calm aura that the smaller male seemed to project. Aria tried to come in to check up on them, as Fenrir would normally have come out of the cave by now. However, the blond left as quickly as she came when Fenrir's arms tightened around Asher and the Alpha started growling menacingly. Seems it was still a bit too early for anyone to be around the newly claimed Asher.
Thirty minutes after he sent the Alpha Female away, Fenrir felt Asher's heartbeat start to quicken as he slowly left the dream realm. Fenrir regretfully distanced himself from Asher, but just a scant inch, and set his head down on the rock floor. Amber eyes carefully watched the pale face as the teen woke up.
He didn't open his eyes when he awoke. Fenrir watched as Asher lay there, not moving, just slowly breathing in and out. Finally, the teen took one large, deep breath. Fenrir braced himself for an onslaught of words and fists and feet, but all Asher did was open his eyes and stare mournfully at the rocky ceiling. Fenrir was about to pull Asher close to him in an attempt to get the sad look out of his mate's eyes, but Asher's emotionless voice stopped him.
"Get out." Fenrir was not expecting this. He was expecting anger, violence, and hatred. Not a broken voice telling him to get out. So he responded the way any Alpha responds to being ordered around.
"I bloody well willnot. This is my cave and you are my pup." Fenrir said obstinately. Once again expecting harsh words and furious punches, Fenrir was let down. Fenrir thought he heard two stones grinding together then coming to a resounding halt as Asher's eyes swept in a solid motion from the ceiling to Fenrir's amber eyes.
"I am not your anything." The phrase that Fenrir had come to know and hate so well sounded so different when it was said without hate. "Now go away." Asher's grey eyes swept back up to the ceiling. Annoyance welled up inside of Fenrir.
"I am not going anywhere, pup. I don't understand why you're being so—" Fenrir was abruptly cut off by a newly energized Asher.
"No, you don't, do you? You have no idea what you did when you bit me. I'm sure you were just as much as a loser and a freak when you were human as you are now, so the transition to werewolf and the abandoning of your previous life probably wasn't that hard." Fenrir's arms started to tense, slowly bringing Asher closer to the angry werewolf. But the teen wouldn't have any of that, so he shoved against the solid chest of his kidnapped and broke the embrace. The only reason Fenrir even let Asher get away from him was because what Asher was saying seemed pretty important. Asher stood up and glared down at Fenrir.
"No, don't even try. Do you have any idea what you took from me?" At Fenrir's stubborn and slightly confused gaze, Asher continued. "You took away my life, pretty much, but you also took away the only friends I've had." Fenrir growled loudly at this.
"Wizards hate werewolves, yes, but I'm sure those filthy children back at Hogwarts would still welcome you with open arms." Fenrir said darkly. Fenrir saw his first glance at Asher's newly formed werewolf side when the smaller boy growled loudly. Fenrir almost smirked; it sounded like a newborn pup trying to growl. Asher didn't seem to notice, though, and he just continued his talking.
"Please, like any of them liked me. Sure, Luna's a good friend, and she wouldn't care if I was a werewolf, but they are not who I was talking about." Fenrir's growling started up again, immediately jealous of whoever his mate was talking about.
"Shut the fuck up! You do that way too much!" Asher yelled suddenly. After composing himself a little, he continued. "I wasn't born in England. I was born in Tokyo-to, which is in Japan. After me and my parents moved here, we went back there every summer. Last summer though, I literally ran into a group of skaters. I'd heard about them, but I'd never seen them. They were kinda famous in Tokyo-to, especially in Shibuya-cho. They were running away from the police, so I hid them out at my house. We talked there, and they invited me back to their Garage. A few weeks later, I was pretty much accepted into their gang." Fenrir stared at Asher. His innocent little pup was part of a gang? He would fucking kill whoever forced his mate into such a violent organization. Asher, however, was caught up in telling his tale.
"But they're muggles, so I couldn't tell them about the whole magic thing. Which was fine, actually. Sure it hurt a little to lie to them, but no one ever brought anything up. But this?" Asher said in a lost voice. "I can't hide lycanthropy from them. I'll probably be more feral, and I think they'd definitely notice if I was missing every full moon." Asher's teary eyes met Fenrir's, and seemed to tune in to Fenrir's wavelength. "They're Rudies, Fenrir, not dangerous criminals. We only ever skated around and sprayed graffiti places." Asher didn't know how he knew what Fenrir was thinking, in general, but he did.
"What the fuck is a rudie?" Fenrir asked. He was calmer now that he saw bits and pieces of their new bond showing through.
"Society's rejects, pretty much. Some were run-aways, and some just had shitty parents. I was one of the few who has a good relationship with the 'rents. They all bonded over their lot in life, and their love of skating. I guess it was…the freedom? They were the first group of people who accepted me, outside of my parents. And you've taken them away from me." Asher slumped back down to the ground at took a deep breath. In a calm voice, Asher tried to reason with Fenrir. "You've just changed the entire course of my destiny by changing my species. I think the least you could do is give me some time alone."
Fenrir thought about it. Deciding it would help him get on his mate's good side, Fenrir agreed. "I'll send in Aria to give you breakfast, but I'll be the one giving you lunch." Fenrir said, detesting the thought of sending anyone into the cave to see his Asher.
"I'm not hungry." Asher said as he shifted his gaze to stare aimlessly at a wall.
"I don't care, you're too thin, you're eating." Fenrir said with an authoritative finality. The large wolf got up to go. Right before he passed the curtain, Asher asked him to wait. He turned around with a hopefully look on his face, or at least as hopefully a look as an Alpha male can give.
"Can I have my wand?" Asher asked. Fenrir growled loudly.
"You bloody well cannot. I won't have you running away from me again." Fenrir grounded out.
"As much as I loath to admit it, I'm part of this…pack," Asher grimaced, "I'm not going to run away from the only support I have right now. However lacking it may be." Fenrir glared at the teen. "Please, Fenrir." Asher turned his eyes to Fenrir. Fenrir, on his part, managed not to make totally loose his composure. Not only had his mate said 'please', and called him by his name, but the pleading look in his little pup's eyes was one of the cutest, and sexiest, things that Fenrir had ever seen.
"Fine, I'll send it with Aria." Asher glared at Fenrir's obvious joy, and turned his back on the Alpha to face a wall. Fenrir left, grinning, and went to talk to Aria.
Asher waited a few seconds until he was sure that smug bastard was gone. When he was sure that Fenrir wasn't waiting just outside the curtain, Asher closed his eyes and started to take deep even breathes. Sometimes, having a hippie mother was useful. She had taught him that meditation was great for self-discovery. It was time to find out what damage had been done. The sounds of the physical world started to soften, and Asher entered his mind.
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Neon lights glowed brightly in the night, illuminating the tall buildings and empty streets. Asher was always pleased to find that his mindscape was an empty version of the normally-bustling city of the night, Benton-cho. While it was always a bit unnerving to see the streets devoid of life, the familiar landscape soothed Asher's agitated soul.
But it wasn't the exact same Benton-cho that Asher had become accustomed to seeing when he meditated. For one thing, the big giant full moon that was looming above the sky scrapers was a new addition, as was the new graffiti on the walls. Asher skated closer and looked. This was his wall of friendship, or at least that's what Asher called it. It had all of the GG's personal tags, plus the tags of the other street gangs. And right on top of Poison Jam's (they sort of did deserve this) was a pretty big stylized silver wolf head.
'Interesting,' Asher said to no one. 'Seems my mind is pretty quick to make changes…' Just then, a garbage can fell over behind Asher, which freaked him out because that was definitely not supposed to happen. Whirling around quickly, Asher looked around. No one was there, except for some dog. Which was also not supposed to be there. The dog yipped loudly when Asher made eye contact and bounded over to him, sliding to a stop and sitting at Asher's feet.
Puzzled, but knowing that whatever he was, he wasn't dangerous, Asher bent down and picked up the puppy. As he got a better look, Asher almost dropped him. It was a fucking wolf. The wolf was completely black, the same shade as Asher's hair, devoid of any markings. The wolf had Asher's eyes as well, completely with flecks of silver. But on the outside of the gray was a thin ring of amber. Asher groaned loudly.
'No wonder that bastard calls me 'pup' all the time," Asher complained to the wolf cub. 'Look at you, you look like you were born last week.' The wolf just cocked his head and looked at Asher, confused, before smiling as he nipprf at Asher's chin. The teen sighed.
Suddenly, the wolf started growling and wriggling around. Across the street from Asher was a huge silver wolf. Asher glared at it and yelled loudly.
'GO AWAY!' Tightening his arms, he switched his attention to the wolf in his arms. 'You're not going anywhere, you little spazoid.' The silver wolf howled loudly, a sound which echoed inside of Asher's head, before sprinting off and disappearing. The cub in Asher's arms calmed down, and started whining softly.
'Oh don't start.' Asher said irritably. A female voice cut through the silence of the city, echoing from the real world.
"Asher…? Fenrir would seriously kill me if you died. He'd blame me, even though I just got here."
Asher's eyes snapped open and focused on Aria's slightly concerned, slightly amused green and amber eyes. The teen smiled sheepishly. Aria's eyes swiveled up to above Asher's shoulder, and took on an almost fearful look. Asher twisted around to see what she was staring at.
Of course it was Fenrir. The large werewolf was just coming through the curtain, eyes on fire and breathing hard. He was en route directly to Asher, no doubt to run his perverted hands all over the teen's body, checking for any injuries. Asher stopped him midway though.
"Go. Away. Now." Asher said curtly. He turned back to Aria. "And don't eavesdrop." Fenrir growled a little before stalking back out of the room. Asher's eyes met Aria's.
"I'd like to talk." Asher said softly.
"About what?"
"Everything."
Hippies rock
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