Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Scarlet

Scarlet didn't think she'd ever been more confused in her life.

It had been a full moon the night before, which meant that Wolf would have had to transform and become a full werewolf. After an experience like that, she should comfort him or support or do something to help with what he was going through. Right? Or would it be better to just pretend that it never happened and that Wolf was just a normal guy who slept the night away just like everyone else? Merlin knows he definitely hated talking about his condition, but Merlin also knows that he could use some support with it since Scarlet was willing to bet the school wasn't giving him any. But what could you say to comfort a werewolf? It's not your fault? Yeah, that would totally work on Wolf, the person who dedicates half of his brain to blaming himself for everything.

Scarlet groaned and rested her head on the open textbook in front of her. Maybe she'd feel a bit more certain on what to do if her brain wasn't all jumbled up from studying all morning. Honestly, when is conjuring birds ever going to be useful in her life? Why was it a part of her N.E. ?

"You seem frustrated." An amused voice remarked.

Scarlet turned her head to glare up at Wolf, who looked suspiciously like he was trying not to laugh. "I'm practicing a useless spell, what do you expect?"

"Fair enough." He conceded, pulling up a chair beside her. "What is this "useless spell" anyway?"

"The bird-conjuring charm, Avis."

There was a loud bang and a puff of smoke from Scarlet's wand sitting on her desk, and a font of yellow feathers gushed from the wand tip, forcefully smacking into the bookshelf in front of them.

Scarlet raised a finger at Wolf, who's shoulders were now shaking with suppressed laughter. "Not a word."

He nodded even as a snort managed to escape him.

Scarlet furiously tucked her still smoking wand back into her waistband and threw aside her textbook, reaching for her copy of Fighting Shadows. She seriously doubted that studying the Patronus charm would help with her frustration, but at least it didn't create an explosion of feathers.

"I don't suppose you've figured out the trick to the Patronus charm have you?" she sighed.

Wolf shrugged apologetically. "No, sorry. Don't have a lot of happy memories to choose from."

Scarlet winced. "Right, sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Scarlet shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Here was the puzzle again. Either try to think of something to comfort Wolf, or just sit back and pretend she had no idea why he couldn't summon any happy memories because he was a totally normal person. Argh, why was this so hard?

"I asked Professor Clay if he knew anything about how the school… you know, messes with my illness." Wolf said awkwardly.

Scarlet nearly choked. "Wolf! You didn't have to do that! What if Jael or Aimery finds out? You'll be in so much trouble!"

"Yeah, I know, I should have just stayed out of it. But… I wanted to help you." He admitted bashfully.

Scarlet frowned. Wait a second, was that a confession? It sounded a lot like a confession.

Wolf cleared his throat. "Anyway, about what Professor Clay told me, he said that they use moonlight they gather from a specific tree so I picked some up last night."

"I'm starting to think you like putting yourself in danger." Scarlet grumbled.

"Well, when you think about it, the only ones actually obligated to have any part of this are Cinder, Kai, Jacin, Winter and Thorne. They're the only ones the centaurs actually saw. The rest of you could have just stayed out of it." He grinned at her sheepishly. "So, technically, you're just as guilty of putting yourself in danger as I am."

Scarlet stared at him. "You've… put a lot of thought into this."

Wolf shrugged. "I've had a lot of time to think about it."

"Clearly." Scarlet remarked. "Well, you've dug yourself into this suicide adventure real deep now, but if you want I can keep your involvement in figuring out the school's little side job a secret. If the others know you've been helping they're not going to let you back out."

"I figured."

"And there's a very high risk that the school will find out your investigating this, and they don't exactly know the meaning of the word: mercy."

"I know."

"Plus you'll have to spend a fair amount of time hanging out with the others, and you haven't seemed very keen to talk to them lately."

"I wasn't eager to have conversations with several people who know about my condition, at least one of whom utterly despises people like me, but I can deal with it."

"Are you sure? Jacin's hardly subtle."

"He'll be too busy insulting Thorne to worry about me."

Scarlet couldn't help but chuckle at that.

A brief smile flickered across Wolf's face, but was quickly overtaken by a frown. "Trust me Scarlet, I know how dangerous it is to help you. But I'm already up to my neck in what the school's doing, and I'm not exactly safe anyway. Guys have died during training, some of them by my own hands. I can only hold out so long before I get killed as well. So, really, helping you guys out and getting caught is pretty much just speeding up the inevitable."

Scarlet winced. "That is the most morbid form of optimism I've ever heard."

"I wasn't being optimistic."

"Oh." She said dumbly. "Seriously though, this isn't doing a very good job of convincing me that you'll be fine if you help us out. It is making me feel really sorry for you though. You have to deal with this every month?"

"You get used to it after a while." Wolf assured her.

Scarlet frowned. "Define "a while"."

He looked down at the ground. "A little over a year."

Scarlet shook her head wonderingly. "How are you not insane?"

"I'm not entirely sure that I'm not." Wolf admitted, "I can name some other guys who have definitely lost their sanity, but they've had to deal with this way longer than I have."

Scarlet rubbed her forehead. She doubted she would ever be able to hear the word "werewolf" again without experiencing a pang of pity for the creatures. And the school exploited them? How do these people live with themselves?

"Scarlet."

She looked up at Wolf. His bright green eyes were more serious than she'd ever seen them. "Let me help. I'd be in no less danger than I already am in just with my illness. And besides, this might be my chance to get out of it. This could help me. Please, just let me help you out."

Scarlet looked down at her textbook, which held the instructions for a charm Wolf would never be able to do because of the school. She looked up at Wolf's face, covered in scars from countless battles the school had forced him into. She looked down at her hands, clenching and unclenching into fists.

Finally, she sighed. "Alright. I'll let the others know that you're in."

A/N: Stars almighty I love Wolflet.

Wolf is officially a part of the crew! But will he be able to help?

Please review!