Wulfie-Chann: Sorry for the really long delay guys! I haven't been having much inspiration lately...It was because my laptop had broken and I couldn't do shiz about it.

BUT, I have gotten a brand new computer for Christmas. xD So there's that. I've been busy though...sorry. And I tried to update sooner...what a joke. xC

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Buttercup growled at the grinning teens before her. "I'm in the forest, aren't I?" she sneered.

"If I remember correctly, we said to roam in the forest," one of the kids stated smugly.

The kid beside him continued, "And what we mean here; go get lost!" They both snickered loudly as Buttercup rolled her eyes.

A third last kid stood off to the side, worry clear in his expression as he stared at the duo in annoyance. All three boys were dressed in fancy outfits, feathered hats on their heads and fake plastic swords by their sides. It was clear that they were dressed as 'The Three Musketeers'.

Buttercup narrowed her eyes at them coldly as her patience for them swindled.

The first two boys smirked, waving their hands in front of them as if to 'shoo' her away. Buttercup stood her ground and leaned against a tree, crossing her arms defiantly.

The last kid sighed as he pushed the reluctant duo away. He turned his head around and mouthed, "I'm sorry."

She nodded at him gratefully.

"Cut off it, Mitch!"

"Do you like her or something, man?"

Buttercup felt her cheeks flush. The one named Mitch glanced back at her with a similar red face before he turned back around to give the two a good punch in the shoulder.

Buttercup unfolded her arms and gazed up at the Townsville clock. Seconds ticked by slowly and not long after a loud chime from the clock, Buttercup had closed her eyes and slid down the trunk, falling asleep.

An inhumanly shrill shriek echoed in the night. The green-eyed girl opened her eyes and let out a gasp as she tumbled backwards. About two minutes later, Buttercup sighed loudly, she seemed to have been doing that a lot lately, as she was still rolling down the godforsaken hill.

"Alright, this is just plain ridiculous." she muttered to herself.

Finally, her body thumped harshly against something. It gave a long and loud howl before growling. Surprisingly, Buttercup herself let out a howl of her own, slightly higher-pitched than the one before.

She was pushed roughly to the side, her side aching as she was shoved against a log. She heard snarling behind her and turned around, slowly and painfully, to face a large black beast.

Buttercup sat up, one hand on her side as she put the other up, trying to calm the beast down. "Hey...ngh... I'm not gunna hurt ya." Although you just hurt me, she thought dully as she put more pressure on her side. It was really hurting badly.

Her hood had fallen down to fully expose her ears; both of which were down flat against her head. Her tail swished in front of her, laying in her lap as it seemed to pat her leg.

The black beast took a step back, confusion riddling in it's dark green eyes. It's tail slowly fell behind him as his ears laid against it's face, one ear still pointed upwards.

It took a few steps forward in front of Buttercup, her eyes never straying from the beast. What is it doing?

A few inches away from her, the beast had laid down and began scooching forward. If Buttercup wasn't so confused she would've thought it a bit cute. Finally when he was right next to her, the beast sat up, his head down low as he stared back at her.

Buttercup scrunched her brows. Suddenly, he leaned forward and licked her cheek, as if apologizing. For hurting me? she dimly wondered.

The beast nodded his head up and down slowly. Buttercup watched as he nuzzled her side, getting her to move her hand away. This is so weird...

His muzzle lifted her shirt and hoodie, exposing her side. There was a small cut and a bit of blood, but nothing too serious. It may turn black-and-blue, but nothing worse that that.

Buttercup squirmed as he lightly licked at her side. When he did it again she giggled. That's right. Buttercup giggled. "Hey! Knock it off already, you mutt!" she said lightly as she pushed his muzzle away. She pulled her shirt and hoodie down, a smile playing at her lips.

'Who're you calling a mutt!'

Buttercup jolted from her spot on the ground. She looked around the dark forest, the moonlight only barely exposing light. "Who's there?" she called out.

Nothing had answered her back. She turned back to the beast who was looking at her funny. "What?" she said, "Stop staring at me like that!"

'Staring at you like you're crazy?'

She again jolted. "Stop doing that!"

'Doing what?'

Buttercup looked to the beast who was lying down with his head on his paws. He was looking at her smugly. "Is that...you?" she asked softly. She looked at him incredulously. "Are you freaking talking to me?"

He sat up slowly and tilted his head slightly to the right. 'Yeah? It's not that weird y'know.'

Buttercup noticed that not once had the mutt's jaws moved. "Hah. Great. I got a mutt talking to me in my head. Wonderful!" she said sarcastically. "I swear when I get home...those two are so getting a beating for this. I'm going crazy!"

The beast got up and walked towards her, nuzzling her face. 'You're not going crazy. You just didn't know.'

"Stop talking to me in my head!" Buttercup shouted as she stood up. "It's weird! I have no clue what you're talking about!"

His green eyes rolled playfully. 'Fine. I'll stop talking telepathically.'

Buttercup's bright green eyes watched in fascination and confusion as the beast transformed. Now sitting before her, was a male. A human male. With black ears and a tail.

Large, baggy black jeans hung loosely on his hips, the bottoms scuffed and torn. Dark green eyes stared at her as she analyzed this...male. His body was lean and muscular, but wasn't that to be expected? His black ears were hidden well within the mess that was called his hair. It was long and spiked up, the bottom of the hair at his neck just barely touching his shoulders. Though it looked extremely soft and silky in the moonlight.

"Look your fill?" he asked her with a smirk.

Buttercup huffed and crossed her arms. "Whatever. Just tell me how you do all that."

He took her chin in his rough palm and gently forced her to look into his dark mesmerizing green eyes. "You're seriously telling me you never knew anything about that?" he said softly.

Buttercup took a step back to keep her distance. "No, I didn't. To say the truth I'm not exactly a real...whatever it is you are, mutt." she said with a side glance to him.

He gave a raised brow at that, but instead of questioning her earlier statement, all he said was, "Butch."

"Hmm?" Buttercup turned around and dropped her hands to her sides.

"My name is Butch; not mutt. And we're werewolves."

Butch... Buttercup thought. A smirk played at his lips.

"Wolf telepathy." He said cheekily.

Buttercup rolled her eyes, "Lemme guess, it's a wolf thing?"

Butch gave a nod. "Now how about I help you learn these things. After all, we wolves help each other out." When Buttercup bit her lip he grabbed her wrist lightly, leading her off farther into the depth of the forest.

Hours later Buttercup ran through the forest, her heart pounding excitedly as wind brushed through her fur. Her black paws beat against the ground as another pair came up beside her.

Dark green eyes twinkled at her in a side glance. 'Having fun, Cupcake?'

Buttercup rolled her own eyes playfully. Earlier when he was teaching her, he'd always cast out random nicknames at her. Calling her the ones that seemed to get on her nerves the most.

Buttercup concentrated on the words she wanted to say, imagining what they look like as she thought them, ' It's a blast, Bitchie-Boy.'

Butch took a stutter-step, falling behind before returning once again beside her. 'Well at least you're improving fast. Your words are no longer a whisper; I can hear them clearly.'

Buttercup smiled to herself as they jumped over a long river. She turned to the right, cutting Butch off with a laugh that came out as a howl. She stopped and swished her tail back and forth, taunting Butch who stared with what looked to be mischievous eyes.

He gave a long and loud howl to the moon above. It was full, but hidden slightly by clouds. Suddenly, Butch jolted back into motion, dirt flying beneath his paws as he flashed forward to get to her.

Buttercup gave a small howl herself, quickly running away from him.

They played the game of tag for a little while, howling in a mocking or teasing manner every few minutes as one tripped or stumbled or if one got caught off guard.

Buttercup panted as her breaths were getting faster. Butch had mentioned that werewolves barely get tired or worn out, that they could run for miles- even days- without having to stop for a breather. But of course, Buttercup did only find this out not too long ago.

Buttercup slowed her pace until she came to a fast walk. Up ahead she noticed a small den and a fish-filled pond of sparkling water. The pond was connected to a narrow river, the other side falling off a cliff in a mini-waterfall fashion. The scene was truly beautiful.

Butch went in front of her and lowered his head, drinking up the water. Buttercup followed after him, lying down on her stomach in front of the pond. When she paused her slurps and brought her head back up to look at Butch, she noticed he was in his human form, and also staring at her with a half-lidded gaze. A small gentle smile on his face.

Buttercup slowly transformed back to herself, sitting on her bottom between her bent legs with her hands on the ground resting in front of her. Butch was on one knee, the other bent beneath him as an arm rested on his raised knee, his free hand brushing her cheek tenderly.

As they both gazed into one another's eyes, Butch spoke, breaking the soothing silence. "How did you know this place was here?" His voice was gentle and calming.

Buttercup answered back almost subconsciously, "I didn't." In an even softer tone she said, "I just sort of...knew."

This brought an even wider smile upon Butch's lips. Pleased by her answer.

Buttercup broke away from his gaze, realizing what she said. "O-oh! That sounded so stupid. Gosh... Did that even make any sense?" she spluttered out nervously as she looked back up at him.

He nodded and sat down fully on both of his knees, his touching her own. "It does make sense actually. Perfect sense."

Buttercup raised a brow, "What? How? Is there more to the whole 'werewolf thing' you're not telling me about?" she accused, her eyes narrowing. Yet, she still wore a smile.

Butch bit his lip and sat down on him bottom, facing the pond and watching the fish swim inside. "Well, there is the whole...mate...thing to share." He glanced a look at Buttercup's reaction.

A bemused expression hit her, a brow lifting as a small laugh escaped her lips. She laid down on the grass, hands behind her head as her focus tuned in to look at the twinkling stars above. The moon was still hidden by clouds which made a part of Buttercup disappointed.

"Well," Butch began when he noticed she wasn't going to say anything. He leaned back on his hands to gaze up at the stars with her. "It can take up to a millennium, even more, for a wolf to find its mate. They are both drawn to each other by a sort of...instinct."

"Like some sort of wolf-intuition? That sounds so convincing."

Butch rolled his eyes playfully as he laid down next to her, slapping her arm lightly. "It's true! Don't go mocking Wolf History." He stuck his tongue out at her before making a weird face. "Ewk! Your hair got in my mouth!"

Buttercup laughed as he made noises. When she had first transformed back into her human self, she noticed odd changes. Her hair had grown longer, now ending at her mid-back. She had more curves than before and her assets had even become more bustier. When Butch had told her that the female wolves alter appearance when changing into immortality, Buttercup had figured out that she must've been changing herself.

"The females are always beautiful beings; their hair growing longer and their bodies becoming more alluring. It starts around their teenaged years and usually ends around the beginning of their twenties. After that they stop aging. If you try cutting your hair, it'll grow back to the same exact length. That's why the changing is long, so you can 'fix' your appearance before you can't anymore." She remembered him saying.

Now Buttercup was examining her claws, her nails had grown longer and sharper into points. "You can continue now." she told him once he stopped the noises.

"Very well," he said gazing up at the stars again. "When they both find each other, they will both feel as if they're complete. Like they don't need to worry about a thing in the world besides the other person."

Listening to Butch talking so mushy about this reminded her of the awkward time of when her own father, or Professor, had 'the talk' with her and her sisters about 'the birds and the bees'. But unlike that awkward conversation, Butch was speaking with an admiring tone, his eyes half-lidded as he told her this. He wasn't embarrassed in the least to be talking about this.

"-that's mostly all you need to know. Besides the fact that mates usually find each other on a full moon-"

Buttercup interrupted him, a thought springing to her mind. "Like tonight?"

Butch looked at her with a hesitant nod, as if he didn't expect her to realize.

"Butch... What else were you going to say?" she asked carefully.

Butch averted his eyes to the stars again, this time he was unable to focus on them. "Well, a full moon...that's when our...beasts come out. It's a being that flickers over us and we grow a tad larger, our appearances becoming more wolven-like. And...uhmm..."

She waved him on, now sitting up and staring down at him.

Butch let out a shaky breath as he gulped down the nervousness. "There's a reason why others hear the wolves howling at a full moon. A full moon doesn't just bring out our beasts, it enhances our senses, as well as..." Butch mumbled the last words.

Buttercup moved forward, her hair lightly tickling his face. "What did you say?" she asked.

Butch grumbled before he turned his eyes to meet her own. "It also enhances our," Butch's cheeks grew bright red, "sexual desires."

"Oh."

Buttercup's own face was bright red as she leaned back away from his face, giving them both some space to breath. "So, do only mated wolves experience that?"

Butch gave a curt nod. "Aye. Though unmated wolves do go through the wolven-like appearances. And they say that once you find your mate, it'll be like bliss. You'll never want to separate from one another..."

Butch's cheeks grew pink as he thought back. "And all the wolves who are not mated, are almost always envious of those who are mated. To be able to treasure that one person, give them anything they need or want. To be able to please them just by being there..."

At his distant stare, Buttercup looked at him as she bit her lip. She noticed his own jealousy swimming in his eyes. His rough chiseled features and those smoldering lips that wished to be kissed... Buttercup had to just prevent herself from straddling him just to see how his lips moved against her own, how perfect their bodies would be pressed against each other...

She shook her head inwardly. She shouldn't be imagining these things! After all, he's way too old for her; he said that he was roughly around the age of 500! Even so, he told her he stopped aging at 18, the youngest of any of his pack members. That must've been when he was at his full strength, she thought, glad she had her mental barrier up so that Butch couldn't read her mind.

"Gods woman..." Butch's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, his eyes boring into hers as he sat up. "Can't you at least try to hide it!" For some reason, Buttercup noted how his voice seemed rougher.

"Hide what?" she asked softly.

Before she knew what happened, Buttercup was lying back down on the grass, her hair sprawled around her head like a halo. And Butch's lips were moving against her own. Almost immediately she had kissed back, her fingers tugging and entwining into his black locks, his black wolf ears as soft and silky as his hair.

He reluctantly pulled back, both gulping in breaths of air. "Your scent. It's enveloping me and driving me bluidy crazy!" He set back in again, kissing her roughly with one hand underneath her head and the other around her waist.

As Buttercup kissed back, she tried to think of what his words had meant. My scent...? Oh God! As she breathed in the air through her nose, she could smell it herself, feel it. She was...aroused. And by this new smell, so was he.

Butch moved his lips from hers, traveling them down her jawline to her neck, nipping and licking lightly at her skin. "Don't you...have a mate...of your own?" Buttercup asked through small moans.

Butch bit down on a spot on her neck, making her squirm. He brought his head back up to kiss her fully on the lips again, hers probably bruising from the intense kissing. "I think I just have," he growled against her lips.

Soon, Buttercup found herself forgetting almost everything. She couldn't remember who her sisters were, their names or faces. Did she even have sisters? She couldn't remember what street she lived on, or what today's date even was. All her thoughts were now being consumed with the male in front of her, his masculine scent filling her every sense.

A scent of pine and forest...and Butch. His scent was all she could think about as he nipped and licked at her lips and neck. His hands exploring her body. Her hoodie and silky top was thrown to the side somewhere; were her boots even on her feet?

"Minn blóm." he said in a deeply-accented and rumbling voice.

Buttercup had no idea what he had said, but knew it was something good. As he let out a long howl, Buttercup watched his muscles retract above her as he moved. In tune, she let out her own howl, howling until her voice would become hoarse.

And under the gaze of the bright full moon, she watched as Butch and herself slowly became more wolven-like in appearance, and surrendered herself to his beast.

Wulfie-Chann: Wow. As soon as I got toward the end of this, I just LOVED writing it and I couldn't stop. My Butchercup fangirling soul had spirited to life. My love for wolves didn't help either. xD

Well, the next chapter, summarizing everything up, will be the last. Although, I might put in another last one. Making the ending of this sort of made me want to try and write an M-rated chapter for Butch and Buttercup. It'd start where this left off. C;

And of course, the younger minds don't have to read it if they don't want since I'll make it like some sort of bonus one-shot. What do you guys think? Should I try the M-rated one-shot or no'?

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