This was supposed to be in chapter one, but things got messed up when I posted it and I accidentally posted chapter 1 twice in the same chapter. Thanks Hedrazar for catching that! Anyways here is chapter two
Disclaimer: I do not own Sanctuary or any of its characters!
AN: With only a subtle glimpse of Henry's wolf form, I'm kinda guessing on it. I'm using a reference picture.
Wolf in Me: Chapter 2
The Wolf
The wolf - Henry, Will told himself - was growling at him. He was tall, maybe up to his waist if he got close enough; and Henry was only on four legs. He was something out of a fantasy book: he was half humanoid half wolf, he could stand on four legs and maybe even two, and he was covered in coarse brown fur. He had sharp claws and long pointed ears. The jaws, which were opened as the wolf growled, were shaped just like a wolf. His piercing gold eyes seemed to just mesmerize you.
Blood oozed out of an open wound of his right front leg, and the fur on that side was covered with blood. If he looked closer, he could see another wound on the left paw, where he had clawed himself raw.
A low whine brought him made his gaze snap back to Henry. He had moved closer to him and Will was startled he didn't notice the movement. Henry's head was lowered, almost to the ground, and he was whining. Slowly, as not to scare him, Will lowered himself to Henry's height and stuck out his hand, palm up. Henry whined and limped up to him. Will's fear nearly skyrocketed, but he forced himself to stay calm.
Henry cautiously sniffed Will all over, as if trying to make sure the human was real. When he made a full turn, he nudged Will's hand. Will frowned and didn't know what to do. Henry nudged the humans hand again, and rubbed against it. In a slow movement, he gently placed his hand between the wolf ears. Henry whined and leaned into the touch, wanting more.
Will smiled and scratched behind the wolf ears. He laughed as Henry seemed to purr and lean into the touch. It seemed odd, petting Henry (even a werewolf) like a dog, but he seemed to like it.
There was a shuffle behind them and Henry flew past Will with a growl, putting himself between Will and the intruder. Will whirled around also, almost fallen over in the sudden movement of both himself and the wolf.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," it was Helen.
Will stood and walked over to Henry, who was still growling. He put his hand on the wolf's back and let his fingers glide through the fur. Henry's growls slowly turned into nothing, but he still stood between the two humans.
"Do you know why he is doing this?"
Helen shook her head, "I have no clue, but I haven't been though all the books yet. I thought you might want to have a look."
Will paused in fingering the fur; "What about Henry. I don't want to leave him hear."
Helen looked at him. He seemed different, almost out of character. It wasn't like him, and it worried her a little, but she'd put it in the back of her mind for now. "I will allow him to stay in the library and here, since he has gotten rather attached to you." She looked at Henry; use tongue was out in obvious pleasure as Will ran his hands through his fur. "Since I can't go near him, can you bandage his wounds?"
Helen tossed him a roll of bandage and he caught it. Will allowed a small smile, "Thank you."
When Helen was sure and gone, he patched up the wounds on Henry's leg and paw before leading him back upstairs into the library. As Will collected books, the werewolf stayed by his side.
There was a lot on werewolves; he had grabbed ten books but there might have been another thirty on the shelves. There were also a larger number of book on wolves themselves. With Henry dozing at his feet, he began to work.
It was fascinating that there was so many books on werewolves; from myths to legends to actual truths. In his second trip to the shelves, he had been lucky enough to find a journal written by someone who studied werewolves.
Werewolves are fascinating and mysterious creators. From the information I gathered, werewolves tend to be solitary. The only time they would join a pack was if to find a mate or find protection. Contrary to popular belief, the moon does not effect werewolf transformation. Werewolves can transform at anytime. I am not sure what the moon exactly does to them. I will have to find out more.
Werewolf packs seem to be almost like wolf packs; even in human form. A wolf pack has a definite social structure and rules of conduct. The pack leaders are the alpha male and female. These two animals are dominant over all the other wolves in the pack. The alpha male and female are the only wolves that breed and produce pups in the pack, and they also get to eat first at kills.
The alpha pair has the greatest amount of social freedom among all the pack members, but they are not "leaders" in the human sense of the term. The alphas do not give the other wolves orders; rather, they simply have the most freedom in choosing where to go, what to do, and when to do it. The rest of the pack usually follows. There are various subordinates, who dominate the omega. The omega is the lowest. It is the baby-sitter and usually more puppy than wolf. In larger packs, there may be also be a beta wolf or wolves - a "second-in-command" to the alphas.
The social structure of the wolf pack changes from year to year. Wolves in the pack move up and down in the "pecking order" or hierarchy. A wolf lower down in the pecking order may challenge an alpha wolf for pack leadership. If the alpha wolf loses this challenge, it will likely go off on its own, find another mate, and start a new pack. Wolves very low in the pecking order (that are constantly picked on by the other pack members) may also leave the pack. They become lone wolves until they either form their own pack or on rare occasions join an existing wolf pack.
Werewolf packs are a little more interesting when it comes to things. Werewolves, no matter were he or she is in the pack, are allowed to mate (although, for example, a male of a low status picks a female of a higher status, the female has a risk of being as low as her mate).
Like wolves, werewolves seem to mate for life (in most cases as it may seem). I am not sure of the mating rituals werewolves to in both their human and wolf form, but the only thing I have learned that once a male has chosen a mate, he will become possessive over the female. He will even fight the alpha, if tempted enough, for the female.
The journal slipped out of Will's hand and landed on the desk. Henry looked up and whined. Will placed a hand on his head and he relaxed.
A million thoughts were going through his head. Was this what was going on? Did Henry - or the wolf - see him as a mate? Will shook his head; no, he was just over imagining things.
'Then why do I want it to be true?' He thought. Again, he banished that thought from his head. He knew he liked Henry - more than a crush but not lust - but he knew Henry didn't feel the same way, or even swing that way.
He looked down at Henry, who was looking at him with his head tilted. Will smiled and laid his hand on the furry head; "Come on, lets go to bed." Henry stood up, allowing Will to get up from the chair, but whined. "What's wrong."
Henry looked back at the hidden door that led to the room and whined again. Will laughed, "Alright, as long as you promise not to scare or eat any of the residents, you can come with me." Henry yipped happily and ran ahead of Will. Will just shook his head and followed the werewolf out.