The two wolves' ears twitched, and unexpectedly they arose, alert and wary. Adam turned in the direction they were facing but saw nothing, heard nothing. Suddenly, three deafening gunshots were fired in succession and Adam almost fell from the tree in shock, but tightly grasped the branch in time. The two wolves looked back at Adam longingly one last time, seemingly debating within themselves, and reluctantly fled the scene. Adam peered in the direction the gunshots came from, wondering who his rescuer was, and soon enough a man appeared, carrying a gun. When he examined his surrounding, making sure there was no danger, he holstered his weapon.
"Jesus Christ, you could've killed me!" Adam called down as he got his first good look at the man. The first thing Adam noticed was that the man was huge, very huge, seemed to be made of pure muscle and bone. He made Brent look effeminate in comparison, and Adam was always jealous of Brent's muscle, but this man just screamed strength and power. His unusual long, silver hair gleamed in the sun and was neatly tied back; unusual because he looked too young to have silver hair, yet somehow it suited him.
The most outstanding feature though, Adam thought, were his eyes. The man's eyes were a light amber and stood out all the more because of his golden, bronze skin. Eyes that missed nothing, sharp and piercing; the eyes of a predator. They were currently studying Adam, taking in every inch, and Adam felt like a bug under a microscope.
"What is your name, boy," the man demanded abruptly, his voice deep and highly cultured. Adam detected a British accent. Interesting.
"Luke Skywalker," came Adam's flippant answer, not likely the tone the man had used. "What is yours?"
Fenrir, being a werewolf and never bothering to learn the Muggle's customs, took Adam seriously. "Fenrir."
Clearly this man had a sense of humor. "No, really, what is your real name?"
"Fenrir. Get down from that tree so I can talk to you properly." The man, Adam observed, had the arrogance of someone who wasn't used to being disobeyed, who expected absolute obedience. Not that Adam blamed him, the man was awfully intimidating. Adam, too, felt like he should obey him. Which was weird in itself; Adam hated authority and arrogance, which this man seemed to represent.
"Well Fenrir, does your father happened to be named Loki and your rival named Odin? Watch out for Vidar, he'll kill you," Adam decided to play along for now as he climbed down the tree.
The warm chuckle made Adam shiver, and so he lost his grip, falling the last few feet. Fenrir, however, steadied him, lightly holding his shoulders. "I'm impressed, Luke. It's not often that I meet someone who knows their Norse mythology."
"Alright, my real name is Adam, Adam Callaghan. Seriously, I'm curious now, what is your real name," Adam asked, backing away when Fenrir didn't immediately let him go. Fenrir towered over Adam, and again Adam felt that pull to obey his every command, which scared him. He never felt that way towards anyone.
"Fenrir Greyback is my name, boy," Fenrir replied, stepping closer to Adam, holding out a hand for Adam to shake. Way to close, Adam thought to himself. He was about to step backwards, but Fenrir gave him a challenging look, and Adam was never one to step down from a challenge. Maybe it was some British thing, standing closer then need be, presumed Adam.
"Ew, I'm sorry. You must hate your parents, eh, for giving you such a shitty name?" Adam asked, shaking the offered hand. He tried to let go quickly, but Fenrir held on. If he offended Fenrir, Fenrir gave no sign.
"Nonsense, it is, after all, appropriate," Fenrir laughed lightly, enjoying a joke only he understood.
"Riiight." Adam responded, not understanding. "Mind explaining?"
Fenrir gladly breathed Adam's scent, as Adam finally freed his hand. Underneath the revolting scent of the other wolves, the slight scent of another male, a plethora of other insubstantial aromas, the boy smelled absolutely wonderful, thought Fenrir. So innocent, so wild, untamed. A scent of a wolf. Hidden until now, and so very faint, it was there. But how? If it was for the reason Fenrir was thinking, then this boy was special.
And unclaimed.
"Did those wolves bit you?" Fenrir inquired urgently. "Scratch you?"
"No," Adam answered, confused with the sudden change of subject. Fenrir merely swept his eyes up and down Adam's smaller figure, making Adam momentarily uncomfortable.
"You're bleeding," Fenrir stated, his voice slightly hoarse. Crouching down, he ran a finger down the wound, which happened to be on Adam's thigh, as though to prove a point. He stepped closer, so close Adam could smell him. He smelled of the forest, moist earth, and of all things wild and fresh. It was an exhilarating scent, a liberating scent, though Adam staunching ignored it.
"Hey, haven't you heard of personal space," Adam demanded angrily, backing away rapidly. The nerve of this guy! "I don't know how you guys do things in Britain, but here you just can't go around touching people without their permission."
"I'll keep that in mind," Fenrir promised, amused, not at all repentant. "Again, how did you get that wound? It's very important you answer this question honestly."
"What, it's not even serious, though." Adam frankly couldn't remember how he got the wound. He didn't even notice it was there until now. Oh…right, the fence. But that was the wound on the back of his leg, the one Fenrir couldn't see. Fenrir was overly eager to hear an answer, for whatever reason, so Adam lied. "I got it when I climbed a fence," he said, averting his eyes.
"You seem unsure," observed Fenrir. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then disappointed.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm just going to leave now. Nice meeting you and all that bullshit." As Adam walked about, Fenrir clutched his arm in an iron grip, and pulled him closer. "Let go of me," Adam threaten his voice cold.
Chuckling, Fenrir responded, "Those wolves are still around, do you really want to go off on your own? To be stuck up in a tree again, like a tiny pathetic cat? Or get killed?" No, Adam didn't want any of those things to happen to him. But he didn't want to stay with Fenrir any longer either. Decisions, decisions. While Adam was deciding what to do, Fenrir inhaled Adam's scent again, practically purring in pleasure and unconsciously tightening his grip. That decided for Adam, he was getting out of here.
"What the hell? Are you sniffing me?" Adam, disgusted, attempted to once again free himself from Fenrir harsh grip.
"You smell like alcohol, boy." What better way of diverting the issue at hand than putting the other person on the defensive. "How old are you?"
"Old enough," Adam lied. Wow, this guy has a really good nose. I drank hours ago and not even that much…he shouldn't be smelling alcohol.
"You're lying," Fenrir said with such certainty, Adam began to wonder if he knew him from somewhere. But no, he knew of no foreigners personally. Though foreigners came into the Wolf's Lair often, Adam was certain he would've remembered Fenrir. He wasn't someone you could easily forget.
"No, I'm not," Adam steadfastly denied, refusing to break his gaze this time. Fenrir couldn't possibly know his real age. Surprising, Fenrir was the one to first break eye contact. Raising an eyebrow, he slowly raked his eyes down to Adam's stomach. What the hell? Adam, puzzled, looked down. Fuckity, fuck, fuck. Fuck! He was wearing his school's track shirt, and it had his name and the year on it. Improvising, he said, "That's the college I go to."
"But Lunar Light is a high school," Fenrir calmly replied, amused.
Not missing a beat, Adam said, "Well, what can I say, I'm stupid. I should've graduated high school years ago. I was too embarrassed to say it before."
Fenrir merely raised an eyebrow, as though to say "Do you really think I'm that stupid and gullible?"
"What? You can't prove that I'm lying," Adam said.
"No, but I can take you to someone who can. I'm sure the police will have fun with you," Fenrir threaten.
"The hell you can. I'm not going anywhere with you. I have rights! This is America, remember? You can't just take me to the police on suspicion alone. Anyways, my blood alcohol level isn't even high enough. You got nothing on me. Now, let me go."
Fenrir smirked arrogantly, "Oh, but I do. This is private property you're trespassing on. My property."
"What are you talking about? This is public domain."
"Am I correct that you said you cut yourself on a fence?" asked Fenrir, waiting for Adam to confirm it. Adam stayed silent, so Fenrir continued on. "That very same fence surrounds my property, anything within that fence is mine, and if I'm not mistaken, you're within the fence. So yes, you're on my property. Didn't you read the sign? In case you didn't, it said 'No trespassing, offenders will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.'"
Adam quickly racked his brain for any memories of a sign. No, he didn't remember any sign. Fenrir was obviously lying. Not that it would've made a difference, he still would've ignored it. Which is why there could've be one, thought Adam. He never noticed such things. Taking a shot in the dark, Adam said "You're lying. I saw no sign, so you're lying."
"It's quite possible there was no sign," affirmed Fenrir. "I sent Brenna to place signs on the fence where all the trails passed through, so it is feasible that she missed it or simply didn't get around to it yet." He didn't know why, but he knew Fenrir was telling the truth. He answered too quickly, too precisely.
"Well, that's on her, not me. You still got nothing on me," said Adam triumphantly.
"There you are wrong, my wayward pup." My wayward pup? What the hell is up with this guy, wondered Adam.
Fenrir dragged Adam to the base of the tree and picked up Brent's gun. "Do you know the penalty for carrying an unlicensed gun?" No, he didn't, not exactly, but he knew it couldn't be any good.
"That's not mine," declared Adam.
"You're right. It's not," agreed Fenrir. "But whose is it?" Adam, for once, kept his mouth shut. "Did you steal it? Or was it given to you by a friend?" Adam still kept his mouth shut. "Either way, you'll get in trouble. The question is, my pup, if a friend gave this to you, will you allow him to get into trouble as well?"
"I meant I didn't bring it with me," Adam said. "I don't know whose it is."
"Perhaps, but all will be revealed once I take you to the police," smirked Fenrir, knowing he won.
Adam couldn't argue with that logic, Fenrir was right. In spite of whatever lies he could connive, the police was trace the gun back to Brent, and then to him. Brent would be screwed. He didn't really care what happened to him. Hell, he would welcome it. But Brent was different. Despite giving minors alcohol, stealing, fighting, all around ignoring the finer points of the law, he's never actually been in trouble with it. Adam didn't want to be the one to break that admirable record. Though, it would be perfect payback for endangering his life. Honestly, how could Brent give me an unloaded weapon, questioned Adam.
But no, this involved Brent and Adam, and just them. Adam couldn't involve the police no matter how angry he was with Brent. Deciding he lost, he asked Fenrir, "What do you want from me?"
That was a loaded question for Fenrir, one he would gladly answer truthfully, but not yet. He didn't want to scare the boy, at least, not until the boy was fully under his authority. He could take the boy away now, claim him as his, Fenrir considered, but he didn't think he could control himself around the boy. Even now, he felt like ravishing the petite form that just begged to be dominated, to replace that other male's scent with his own, too bite his slender neck. To mark him.
He hardened at the thought of it all. When the wind blew the boy's delicious scent in his face, he felt his teeth elongate as his wolf tried to gain control, the desire to ravish the boy stronger now. But he saw Adam wince, and realized that his fingernails had lengthened into claws, almost breaking the boy's skin.
No, he couldn't control himself around the boy. He couldn't risk it…not until he was certain. But how he wanted to mark the boy, to show to all the world that the boy belong to him and only him.
If he couldn't take the boy with him, he'll make sure no other werewolves take him as he waited for the opportune moment when he could claim the boy as his own. "I don't want you to go trekking through the woods by yourself. Tell me where you're car is, I'll walk you there. Unless you live so close by that you walked? I could walk you home." Adam didn't like the hopeful note in Fenrir's voice. Noticing this, Fenrir quickly said, "I'm only worried about you, those wolves will come back if you're alone. That's all I'm asking, to allow me to escort you to safety."
That was all? He was only worried about my well-being? He could've asked for much worse. Adam had been expecting it, and deep down, perhaps craving it. Though, he would never admit it to himself. He was glad Fenrir was there with him because he was, in all truth, dreading walking through the woods all alone. That too, he would never admit to himself.
But first things first. "Can I have the gun back, at least?"
Fenrir looked at him briefly, aimed the gun towards the ground, and shot it. Satisfied that it was unloaded, he handed the weapon to Adam.
Bastard. He obviously doesn't trust me, thought Adam. Not that it matter. Adam didn't trust Fenrir either. He didn't trust anyone who professed to only look after his well-being.
Shrugging his shoulders, Adam led the way back to his car, missing Fenrir's feral look. Fenrir, pleased that he had a nice view of Adam's arse, happily followed. Odd because he never followed anyone; at least, not willingly. But, then again, no one had Adam's nice arse.
"Oh, and stop calling me your pet. It's really weird...and just wrong."
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AN: This is probably going to be the last time I update for awhile. I have annual training with the military for two weeks (although, if they make me guard weapons all the time, I'll have a lot of time) and then I'm going backpacking in California, so I don't know how much time I'll have to work on this. I just want you guys to know I haven't given up on it if it does take awhile for me to update. I'll probably have more time then I think, so you may see an update soon.