Hello, everyone. I apologize for the late update. This past week has been ridiculously stressful, and I honestly forgot what day it was until I was just falling asleep. This next chapter is the second part of Blake's story. Enjoy!

"So, he had you in his den and was licking you?" Yang made a face. "That's just creepy." She glanced at Pyrrha. "That's creepy for a werewolf too, right?"

Pyrrha nodded earnestly. "Whelps, our name for newly-bitten werewolves, are never supposed to be approached for mating. When I brought Ruby back, I dressed her wounds with herbs and slept separately. Intimate acts such as licking wounds are reserved for mated pairs, family, and close friends. Never whelps." She shivered with disgust. "To be so shameless just after biting someone…It's disgusting!"

Perry shifted uncomfortably. "I…didn't know that there were rules like that concerning whelps."

"There are many things Adam didn't tell us," Flynt growled, shaking his head.

Blake shivered. "It felt so wrong." She took a deep breath before continuing her story.

…..

When Blake awoke the following morning, she was first aware of a dull pain in her shoulder. The next thing she realized was that she was naked and lying next to an equally-naked man. Her spine stiffened and her ears twitched as memories from the previous night returned in full force.

I have to get out of here! She sat up, only to feel a hand closing around her wrist. Her blood turned cold as she looked down to see that the man's eyes were open.

In his human form, the werewolf was a bull Faunus with red and brown hair and dark red eyes. Two sharp horns jutted from the top of his head. He smiled lazily at her as he sat up. "I hope you slept well," he said. His voice was deep and almost gentle.

Blake's ears flattened. "You attacked my village."

The werewolf tilted his head. "I did, didn't I." His smile didn't waver. "I hope I didn't scare you. It had to be done. I knew you wouldn't just follow me into the woods willingly. Your infernal Church has wormed its way into your brain too much, am I right?"

"Had to be…" Blake's eyes widened. "You attacked the village because you wanted to take me?"

"Of course," the man said calmly. "We don't attack humans unless they have something we want. Food, vengeance, new blood." He grinned, showing off a pair of sharpened canines. "I've had my eye on you for some time, my darling."

Blake jerked her hand away from him. "I'm not your anything, werewolf! What did you do with my friend?"

"The small girl?" The man shrugged. "She got lost in the madness. She's either in the woods, or in Vale. Worry not. You will make new friends here."

Blake felt a stinging behind her eyes and blinked angrily. She refused to let this creature see her cry. Ruby was gone. She had seen her get bitten during the attack. Either she was lost in the woods, or the villagers had killed her already.

The werewolf continued to smile at her. "Aren't you going to ask me my name?"

"I don't really care," Blake snapped.

For a moment, a flash of anger appeared in the werewolf's eyes. In that brief instant, he seemed infinitely more dangerous and fearsome than the bestial form he had taken that night. "I will let that pass, since you are a whelp and have no way of understanding pack customs. I am Adam, leader of this pack. You will do well to remember that in the future."

Blake wanted to retort that she wouldn't be around long enough for that to matter, but that dangerous expression she had seen caused her to pause. Be careful, she told herself. This is the creature that led an attack because he wanted you. Don't do anything to provoke him.

"Sorry," she said, her voice sounding fake and dull even to her own ears. "My name is Blake."

Adam's smile returned immediately. "Blake. Such a pretty name." He stood up, offering his hand. "Would you like to see the rest of the denning area? I'll introduce you to some of your packmates." Though his words were friendly, there was a hardness behind them that said that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Blake sighed, barely keeping from wincing as she took the werewolf's hand. "I suppose I should get to know them." She glanced at herself. "Um, do you have any clothes for me?"

"No. Werewolves don't wear clothes unless it's unbearably cold," Adam replied. "The weather is quite pleasant, is it not?" He looked her up and down, not bothering to be subtle about it. "Besides, why would you wish to hide beneath clothes? Seems like a waste, don't you think?"

Blake's face flushed and her ears flattened even further, pressing against her hair. "I...I don't…"

"You'll get used to it. Don't worry," Adam soothed, grasping her hand firmly and pulling her out of the den and into the morning light.

…

Pyrrha growled quietly. "What a disgusting pervert!"

Yang hugged Blake closer for a moment while looking at Pyrrha. "How'd Ruby cope with the whole no-clothes thing?"

"She was put off at first, of course," Pyrrha replied. "That's why I started wearing clothes again. Sun and the others are more modest around her as well. She's getting used to it, but no one is pressuring her into anything."

Blake listened to Pyrrha, feeling another rush of gratitude that the red wolf had managed to at least save Ruby from what she had gone through.

…..

Over the next few days, Blake was introduced to the rest of the pack. Most of them were distant, but treated her with respect. She didn't expect anything less. She was clearly the leader's trophy, after all.

Day by day, that was exactly how he treated her. With all his talk about how horrible humans were and how they treated the Faunus like garbage and shunned werewolves as if they were monsters, he made Blake feel more like a captive pet than any human ever had.

He shared the choicest bits of prey with her, but glared at her if she showed the slightest hint of disgust at eating raw meat. He allowed her to interact with the other wolves when she wanted to, but was always standing just in her line of vision, subtly reminding her to mind her manners.

Two wolves in particular became friendly with Blake. They were a pair of betas named Flynt and Neon. According to Adam, a pack consisted of one alpha and several betas and omegas. Another alpha was allowed if she was the mate of the leader, though betas were also acceptable. Blake desperately hoped that she would turn out to be an omega.

Whenever she walked around the denning site or talked with Flynt and Neon, she would scan the borders and watch the different werewolves, trying to figure out patterns of behavior. Sadly, there were just too many members of the pack to do a decent job of it.

At night, all of the werewolves turned into their second forms without fail. It was a rule that no one could be in their human forms if they were capable of transforming. During these times, Blake felt especially on edge and lonely, surrounded by Grimm-cursed beasts.

No matter where she went or what she did, Adam was a constant presence. The only time he left her was when he led a hunt, and he always left someone to watch her. At one point, he left Flynt and Neon. Blake suspected that it was a reward for how compliant she had been that day. The thought made her ill.

Every part of her wanted to run or attempt to kill herself before the full moon, but there was never an opening. Adam could easily track her down and bring her back, and she knew he wouldn't kill her. What he had planned was much worse. She could sense it.

Finally, the night she had dreaded the most came: the night of the full moon.

The whole pack stood in a circle, ready for the change to take them fully, ready to give themselves over to the moon's wild spell. Blake stood between Adam and Neon, unable to keep from trembling.

"Worry not, my darling," Adam whispered. "Once you run with me under the stars, you'll lose all fear."

Neon lightly touched Blake's arm. "Hey, don't worry. It'll be lots of fun. It doesn't even hurt much. I mean, it hurts, but it's like how cracking your back hurts, you know? It's not bad. You'll be fine. I'll race you, if you want. Think you can race me?"

Not surprisingly, Neon's words calmed Blake far more than Adam's did. "Sure," Blake replied, forcing a smile. "I'll race you."

Her situation had forced her to change her way of thinking quickly, or to at least hide her thoughts very well. Adam became angry at the slightest mention of the Church, at the tiniest inkling that Blake was comparing werewolves to Grimm, at the most minor hint of disrespect. While he hadn't struck her yet, Blake knew that he wasn't someone to be trifled with. She would earn his trust, and run away when his guard was down.

That being said, this forced change of perspective had also allowed her to befriend some of the werewolves, particularly Flynt and Neon. She guessed that Neon felt a certain kinship with her, due to also being a cat Faunus. Since Flynt was Neon's mate, he followed suit in the hyperactive werewolf's friendly attempts to integrate Blake into the pack.

Blake also found herself leaning toward them because she noticed something different about how they reacted to Adam. Whenever he shepherded Blake away or glared at another pack member, Blake was positive that she saw a look of disapproval cross Flynt's face or a look of worry cross Neon's.

….

"These glares," Pyrrha cut in, looking at Flynt and Neon. "Were these alpha stares?"

"Yes," Flynt murmured. "Adam uses his very frequently."

Pyrrha's brows furrowed. "How has he not gone mad yet? There are limits on how often alphas can do that."

"Sounds like he's already losing his mind," Jaune muttered grimly. Just hearing Blake's description of this wolf was enough to make him feel uncomfortable. He was glad that their plan had gone without a hitch.

"Some of the betas have learned to resist it," Neon added. "Flynt and I got really good at it."

Perry put his hands over his ears, rubbing fiercely, as if he was trying to scrub this knowledge away. "What about the omegas?"

"None," Flynt said. "In a way, Perry, you're lucky that the Huntsmen took you away."

"I bet there were no patrols sent to look for me, huh?" Perry sighed. "Sorry. Go ahead, Blake."

….

The sun set and Blake felt the change begin almost immediately. The moon shined down on her. Desperately, she tried turning away, but her eyes were drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Silvery light seeped into her amber eyes, spreading the golden pools until no whites remained. Blake hugged herself tightly, gritting her teeth as she felt her nails extending. She shook her head, trying desperately to deny what was happening.

God and Maidens, stay with me. Watch over me and let some miracle strike me down tonight! she prayed, tears streaming down her face. One tear stopped halfway down her face and was absorbed by a patch of fur.

More fur grew. It felt like it was being pulled from her by the light, though she tried to keep it in. She bit her lip, drawing blood as her teeth extended into fangs. "No…" she moaned as her mouth extended into a snout. Her voice turned to a whine. Her cat ears folded in and her human ears took their place, becoming pointed and lupine.

All around her, Adam's pack threw back their heads and howled joyfully. She locked her jaws together, forcing herself to remain silent.

She already had a plan forming in her mind. After the raid on Vale, there would surely be a werewolf hunt tonight. All she had to do was break away from the pack long enough to find a Huntsmen band and throw herself at their mercy. They would make quick work of her, and God and the Maidens would surely reward her for being so prudent, even in her Heaven-forsaken form.

First, of course, they had to get closer to the borders, and Blake would have to rely on the other wolves to figure out where to go. Of course, Adam was quick to move to her side as her transformation finished. His eyes glittered with an unspoken command: "Follow me."

Unable to do much else, she sighed and walked after him into the trees. She noticed some of the other betas going off in a group, probably to hunt. It struck her as strange that the pack leader wouldn't be accompanying them. As they walked, Blake then realized that none of the other wolves were following. Just before leaving the denning area, she noticed an omega wolf starting to walk over, only to be stopped by a glare from Adam.

A sick, sinking sensation came to Blake's stomach. It was similar to the feeling one gets when walking down a dark alley alone. It was the certainty that one feels when something is just off enough about their house for them to know that someone had broken in. It was that deep, inner knowledge that something horribly wrong was about to happen.

Blake sniffed the air, hoping to discern where the borders were. She couldn't afford to run blind, after all.

At that moment, however, Adam stopped walking and turned to look at her. His red eyes locked with hers, and she found that she could not look away.

As she looked into his eyes, she found that her mind was clearing itself of all unnecessary thoughts. She blinked slowly, tilting her head and flicking an ear. What had she been worried about before? Whatever it was, it wasn't important anymore. Adam would tell her what to do. He knew what would make everything right again. Her tail wagged as she looked up at him, awaiting his command.

Then, Adam turned away again, a satisfied grin on his muzzle. The spell was broken immediately.

Blake's knees started shaking and her whole body began to tremble. What was that?! she thought, eyes darting around desperately. He just went into my mind. Did he find out what I was planning? What was he-?

She nearly bumped into Adam as he stopped walking again. Looking up, she realized that they were in a tiny clearing. The sense of wrongness that had gone away when Adam had used his strange power on her was back in full force.

Adam turned toward her, a smile still on his black and red-streaked muzzle. He moved close to her, and a new scent caused her nose to twitch. It was an oddly sweet, thick smell that made her blood suddenly feel very hot. The heat increased when Adam leaned in and began licking her bitten shoulder. Her tail was wagging again. Why was her tail wagging?

She found herself burying her muzzle in his fur, inhaling that weird, intoxicating scent. Her worries started to fade again…

And that was what jolted her back to reality. He was using his power on her again! He had to be! His closeness combined with his obviously-wagging tail suddenly made this new scent's origins very clear.

Growling sharply, Blake jumped back, shaking her head. She felt her lips curling back, revealing her new fangs.

Adam blinked at her for a moment. Then, that dangerous expression came to his face. Horrifying when marring his human form, it was a pure nightmare when combined with his monstrous lupine glare.

I have to run right now! Blake spun around, tearing off into the trees. If she could just smell a group of humans, she'd be fine. She'd run to them, and this nightmare would end. Also, there was a chance that Adam would be taken down as well. She certainly wouldn't shed any tears if that was the case.

Unfortunately, a new werewolf transforming for the first time was no match against a leader who knew this forest as well as the patterns in his fur. She barely had time to register the sound of his pursuit before she was forced to the ground, all of the air leaving her body in a loud whoosh. She whimpered as Adam's superior weight held her down. She heard a low, angry growl in her ear that caused her to tremble. She shut her eyes, determined to not be taken in by his strange, godless stare.

Then, two other voices added their growls to the mix. Blake opened her eyes to see Flynt, Neon, and several other wolves approaching. Many of the smaller wolves had their ears flattened with confusion. Their eyes darted left and right, as if they weren't sure what to do. Flynt and Neon, however, were glaring coldly at their leader.

The weight left Blake as Adam stepped forward, placing himself in front of the patrol and giving them a wordless order to leave. Most of them obeyed. Flynt and Neon stood their ground.

After another minute, Adam huffed and abruptly turned away, kicking some dirt in Blake's direction as he left. His stance said "You're not worth it," but Blake knew that this was by no means over.

She stood up, ready to make a break for the border, only to fall down again with a yelp. Sharp pain shot through her from her right foot. Great. I must have twisted it when he tackled me. She sighed. I guess that's why he's leaving. Even the weak wolves could catch me if I tried to run now.

Neon let out a sympathetic whimper and walked over to Blake's foot to examine it. Meanwhile, Flynt stepped forward and licked Blake once between the ears. This was nothing like the way Adam had licked her before. This was a purely platonic, wolfish form of offering comfort.

If they're really sympathetic… Blake sat up, yipping quietly at the two beta wolves.

Flynt tilted his head, flicking an ear questioningly.

Blake responded by baring her throat and whining.

Neon whimpered and shook her head rapidly, scratching at the dirt with a front paw. Flynt gently lowered Blake's head and growled firmly. He looked once at the sky and then at Blake. He seemed to be saying: "We'll talk in the morning."

For the first time in days, Blake felt herself relaxing. Whatever else happened, she at least had some true allies in this pack. Though, she couldn't help but wonder at what the Church would think of these two. Were they redeeming themselves by helping her? Was it possible for a werewolf to find redemption? If they helped her, would they consent to be killed with her, or did they truly believe that their Grimm-tainted forms weren't evil by nature?

There was a lot to think about, but all Blake wanted to do in that moment was sleep until morning.

If my descriptions of Adam made you cringe and want to take a shower, good. That's what I was going for. Next week's update will be on time, worry not. Until then, peace out!