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Chapter 11

Nino frowned as he walked to the entrance of the inner city club. There were dozens of people lined up outside to get in, but the bouncer looked like he wasn't going to budge and let them through. Good thing he has been to this club enough times to develop a bond between the bounder and himself, a bond that would guarantee him entry.

He didn't like having to go pick up Alya, but not because he had to purposely go out of his way to do it. He's been to many clubs, he knows what they're like, and he honestly didn't want Alya in a place like that. Granted, she could do whatever she wanted, but it still didn't change the fact that there were some sickos out there that would happily prey upon her.

Rapists, druggies, drunkards, the list went on.

Nino didn't even bother fighting through the line of people, instead choosing to walk along the side of it, past everyone and to the front. The people behind him laughed, thinking there was no way this cocky bastard was just going to get in so easily.

He allowed a smug grin to curl his lips when the bouncer greeted him with a nod and let him pass without another word. He could hear the indignant shouts behind him before the door closed.

He narrowed his eyes as he slowly peered around the room, searching for a head of curly auburn hair. At first he almost missed it, but then he spotted just the hair he was looking for, attaching to a woman with her arms raised in the air as she danced, carefree and oblivious to anything outside of the pounding music.

Nino weaved through men and women alike to get to her, almost making a man spill his drink in his haste to get to Alya. He mentally prayed that the girl wasn't drunk, or else getting her out of the club may be difficult.

If Alya was headstrong sober, then he didn't even want to imagine what she would be like when drunk.

Her back was turned when he pushed his way into the sea of bouncing bodies. To get her attention, he slid behind her and tapped her on the shoulder.

Immediately she spun around, her eyes widening when she recognized him. Her arms slowly lowered to her sides as she took in the unexpectedly-seen friend.

"Nino?" she questioned loudly over the music. "What are you doing here?"

Her words weren't slurred at all, thank God. She was still completely sober.

"I could say the same for you," he retorted, almost like he was scolding her. "Marinette went home. I was sent to pick you up."

Alya raised a brow, not believing him.

"Marinette wouldn't just randomly go home alone. And who sent you to come get me?"

"She didn't go home alone. Chat Noir picked her up. He-"

"Chat Noir picked her up?!" Alya screeched, suddenly looking very angry. "He was here and I didn't see him?! And she didn't introduce me to him?" She turned her head away as she grumbled to herself. "I'm going to kill her."

"You can worry about killing her later. Now, how about we-" Nino tried, but he was cut off once again.

"And how do you know Chat Noir, anyway?" she asked, her anger evaporating and turning into suspicion. "And-"

"Hey, are you going to dance or what?"

Nino looked up at the same time Alya turned, to see a man most likely in his mid-20's. He stared down at Alya, a leering grin curling his lips that caused a strange reaction in the werewolf. It was an unpleasant feeling, that much he knew.

"What's it to you?" Alya retorted, not at all liking how the man's eyes raked over her body. Nino's mouth pressed into a hard line. What was wrong with him? He was usually so chill and rarely ever got truly mad. But this guy seemed to be pushing the right buttons that night.

"I figured since you're not dancing with him, you'd like to dance with me," he replied flirtatiously, his eyes hooded and his voice a low murmur.

That strange feeling intensified in Nino's stomach, and he found himself clenching his fists at his sides. He never wanted to punch another person so much in his life up until that point.

"Sorry, not happening," Alya scoffed, crossing her arms together.

Apparently, the man didn't like that, given by how his eyes narrowed into a harsh glare. Before either of them could blink, he latched onto Alya's arm and pulled her closer. She gritted her teeth and tried breaking out of the hold, but he held on strong.

"Let go of me, asshole!" she spat. Lifting her knee, she prepared to give him a blow to where the sun didn't shine, when a low, animalistic growl was heard.

They paused. The man slowly looked up at the same time that Alya turned. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

There was Nino, trembling with barely-restricted rage as his brown eyes flared. Literally. They were practically glowing as he bared his teeth, and Alya could immediately tell even with the lack of light that his teeth were just slightly larger and pointier. Almost like an animal's. The noise he made certainly didn't help with her comparison.

The man's fingers loosened their grip, until he was no longer holding Alya. He gulped in fear at the now-terrifying man standing in front of him. He thought the guy was a total wimp at first, but now? He looked ready and able to murder him.

Without removing his eyes from the man, Nino reached forward to take Alya's other arm and pulled her closer to himself. She was too shocked to object, her mind numb as she simply stood there.

In the back of her mind, she gave him credit for how he was literally shaking in fury, yet held onto her arm with the most gentle grip.

With one more warning growl directed at the patron, Nino stomped off, out of the club while pulling her along. Alya tried finding words, wanting to question him about his animalistic display, but wasn't able to. For quite possibly the first time in her life, she was speechless.

Nino continued to lead her, only stopping when they came to an alley. He pulled her inside, finally letting go and bringing his hand to his head. She saw him deeply breathe in from his nose, pause, then let it out. He repeated the action three more times, all the while with his eyes closed. When he opened them again, they were back to their usual dulled golden brown color.

He didn't open his mouth, but she guessed that his teeth must have been back normal as well.

"What was that?!" she demanded after finding her voice.

Nino smiled wide and sheepish. His back was ramrod straight, tense as his eyes shifted from side to side.

"Uh…what was what?"

Alya's temper flared. He had the audacity to ask that? Was he serious?

"Are you serious?! Your eyes glowed, a-and your teeth grew and were sharp. And you freaking growled, like a dog!"

"I am not a dog!" he barked.

"Then what are you?"

"I'm a were-…uh…" He stopped before he could finish the word. He was so stressed he almost gave away his secret.

Or, so he thought.

"A were…" Alya murmured, pondering this new clue. She knew he wasn't human, since his eyes glowed, his teeth could grow and sharpen, and he could growl like an animal. And whatever he was, it started with 'were'.

Her body relaxed from its taut stance as her mind instantly supplied the missing half of the word.

No, that was impossible. He couldn't be…those didn't exist!

"You didn't mean that you're a…a werewolf, did you?" she asked tentatively.

Nino looked away, down to the ground as he bit his lip. For what felt like hours but was only a few minutes he didn't speak, obviously thinking about his options.

The longer the silence drew on, the more Alya was convinced that she was right.

"Yeah," he finally muttered, confirming her suspicion. He tore his gaze from the ground to lock his defeated eyes with hers. "Yes. I'm a werewolf."

Alya couldn't help the sharp intake of breath at his answer. He was a werewolf! A real, living, breathing werewolf! And he was right under her nose this whole time! She thought creatures like him were myths. Never would she have ever guessed that they were real.

Oh, imagine if the world knew! She would be the most widely-renowned reporter in history for bringing this discovery to light.

"This is awesome!" she exclaimed, startling Nino who looked utterly confused. He expected her to scream, maybe even run, but be excited?

Did…did this mean that she accepted him?

"Oh my God, I can't believe this!" she squealed.

She stuck her hand down the front of her dress, prompting Nino to instantly turn red and quickly look away.

Alya retrieved her cell phone not a moment later, holding it up and getting the camera ready.

"Can you turn into a wolf right now? Or do you need the full moon for that? Ooh, can you do the growl thing again and make your eyes glow like before?"

"Alya!" Nino cried out, taking a step closer to her. "You can't record me or take pictures of me! No one can know about my kind."

"Are you kidding me?" she countered, her eyebrows furrowing but her aim of the camera unrelenting. "This is biggest story of the century! Can you imagine how people will react if they find out that werewolves are real?"

"Yeah, they'll kill me, Alya," Nino snapped, teeth bared in a snarl. "If people find out that werewolves exist, I and my kind will be either hunted down or experimented on. Either way, we'll still die in the end. I know you love getting stories out, but is my death worth it?"

Alya faltered, her phone lowering from being pointed at his face to facing the ground.

All of a sudden, she didn't feel so excited anymore. In fact, she felt guilt tugging at her heartstrings. This story could make her, but at the cost of a life? No, it was too much. She wanted to achieve her dream of being a journalist, but not at the expense of someone else's death.

She pressed the sleep button on her phone and awkwardly held it in one hand at his side. Nino breathed out a sigh of relief; Alya was unable to look at him in her shame.

"Thank you, Alya," he bid, his voice causing her to tilt her head up to stare into his eyes. When did he get so close? And…why did she not mind?

He smiled, a huge contrast to his earlier snarls.

"Really, thank you. I know it must be hard-"

"What?" she whispered, offended at his assumption. "Do you really think it would be hard for me to turn down a story at the expense of someone's life? Do you really think I'm that cruel?"

Nino paled, immediately backtracking in a panic.

"No! No, of course not! I don't think that at all. I just thought-"

"Well you thought wrong," she fired back, her arms crossing in front of her chest again. "I would never do that to someone. I want to write amazing stories, but not so that it would cause the death of someone else. Especially someone that I care about."

Nino paused, a warm feeling manifesting in his chest.

She cared about him?

He smiled in spite of himself. She cared about him. But why did he care so much? She probably cared about everyone, Alya was a nice girl. He shouldn't be so affected like this. He cleared his throat, distracting himself before he could mentally delve deeper into something that wasn't there.

"So, do you want me to take you home?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck. As quickly as he had started the action he froze, eyebrows furrowing as he yanked his hand away.

He was hanging out with Adrien so much he started to pick up on his nervous habits.

Alya grinned mischievously, making Nino frown in suspicion.

"You mean like turn into a wolf and let me hold onto you while you run back to my home? Hell yeah!"

Nino rolled his eyes. Because of course she would want him to do that.

"Sorry, but a giant wolf running through the streets just isn't that discreet."

"Party pooper," she grumbled, causing Nino to give her an exasperated look. "Fine, I guess you could take me home the old-fashioned way."

"Good," he sighed in relief. "Come on."

The two walked out of the alley together, down the road to start the journey back to Alya's place. Alya tried asking him for details about his supernatural life, but he wasn't willing to talk about it in public. So for most of their walk she pouted, leaving Nino trying to take it away by talking about music and other mundane things.

However, this only seemed to annoy her further.

Finally he just gave up, resigned to the silence…and her displeasure.

Until, an idea came to him.

It would be risky, and if he told anyone back home about this he knew he would be labelled as a fool and an idiot. But even though he has only known Alya for such a short time, he knew she wouldn't stab him in the back and tell the world what he was about to offer her to tell her.

"I can tell you more in private if you want," he murmured, inducing the aspiring journalist to peer up at him in shock, all traces of annoyance wiped off her face.

Suddenly, a huge grin spread her lips, a look that Nino knew he was going to dread in the future.

"Awesome!" she cheered. After taking off her heels, she used her free hand to snatch his before she broke into a run. Nino yelped in surprise as he obediently let her lead him, only stopping when she came to her apartment house.

She let go of his arm to fumble with her clutch for her keys. Nino was speechless as she hurriedly retrieved them, then unlocked the door before she took his hand again and led him inside.

"You want to do this now?!" he sputtered in a whisper inside the dark hallway.

"Of course!" she replied, just as quietly as he had spoken.

"Alya, it's late. Besides, we could get caught!"

"You could just get away with your werewolf powers," she supplied casually.

"I don't have any powers in my human form," he explained, hoping she would get the point that he should leave, quickly before anyone would hear them. "Just a heightened sense of smell and hearing."

"Okay, fine then," she relented, crossing her arms again. "Then just answer a few questions here and now."

Nino groaned, knowing he wouldn't be able to get away until this woman's curiosity was satisfied.

"Fine," he ground out. "What do you want to know?"

"Do you need a full moon to transform, or can you just do it whenever you want?"

"I can do it whenever I want."

Alya's interest was piqued.

"Ooh, okay. Do you live in a pack or do you live by yourself?"

"Some choose to live by themselves. But most of us, like me, live in packs."

"Interesting," she mused, rubbing her chin like one would when analyzing a piece of artwork. Nino rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

"Do you have to bite someone to turn them into a werewolf?"

"Yes," he replied, a little nervous for her reaction. "A bite from a werewolf is guaranteed to turn a human."

"Woah," she gasped. Her mouth was in an open smile, relieving him. "So do you have any weaknesses? Like silver or something?"

"Nope," he answered, shaking his head in the negative. "We're durable, but extreme violence can still kill us."

"So, like, a silver bullet in the heart would kill you? Like how some myths say?"

A wry grin spread across his features.

"Wouldn't that kill anyone?"

"Good point," she agreed.

While Alya thought of her next question to ask, Nino couldn't help asking his own.

"So," he mumbled, gazing up at her anxiously. "Does this mean you're not afraid of me?"

Alya paused in her pondering, giving him a surprised look. She blinked in disbelief, until a coy smirk curled her lips. Nino's breath hitched as she took a step closer to him.

"It's going to take more than a little fur to scare me, Wolfie."

Nino's cheeks erupted in crimson, the blush spreading from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his neck. This only seemed to encourage her even more, as she stepped even closer to him and trailed a finger seductively down his chest.

"Actually," she purred, peering up at him through her lashes, "I think it's kinda hot."

He was certain he was suffering heart failure. Could his cheeks turn any more red?

"See you in school," she murmured before opening up the door behind him. Nino could only stumble out, still in shock about this new turnout of events.

"Hey, one more thing," she called out, bringing him out of his flustered thoughts.

"Y-yeah?" he stuttered. Hm, maybe he still wasn't completely over her flirtations.

"You know Chat Noir," she stated. "Is he a werewolf too?"

The question caused Nino to chuckle. Oh, God help him if he was a werewolf. His father would always pester him about things like his fur being in the most pristine condition. Or how he couldn't smell like the woods before coming inside the castle. There was also the fact that he highly doubted that Adrien could actually hunt down and kill a live animal for food. He was too kind-hearted for that.

"No, he's not a werewolf."

Alya slumped with relief. Good, because she doubted that Marinette could handle a creature from the supernatural world. She would probably faint in fright, the poor thing.

"He's a vampire!"

Her eyes widened as she began to cough furiously. Nino laughed before he left to go back to his own home, satisfied with how he was able to turn the tables on her.