"Oh, and stop calling me your pet. It's really weird...and just wrong."

Fenrir refused to comment on that; even he could admit it would seem weird from Adam's perspective. But he loved how Adam got irritated, how his cheeks redden in anger. He imagined that's how they would look when Adam was aroused…no, he must stop those thoughts. He tried to avoid looking at Adam's delectable ass lest they come again.

The enduring silence that followed was starting to grate on Adam's nerves. So quiet were Fenrir's footsteps that Adam had trouble hearing them; he couldn't even be sure Fenrir was still behind him. Although it was hard to, he resisted the urge to look. If Fenrir decided to leave, that wasn't his problem. In fact, that was what he wanted all along. But he had to know and that meant starting a conversation. Sighing, he asked, "So, you're from Britain?" Hopefully, only the quietness of the forest would greet his question.

"Yes," said Fenrir. Damn, no such luck, thought Adam disappointingly. "I plan to stay here for awhile yet, but I'll eventually return to Britain."

"Oh yeah? When? Soon?" Ever the diplomat, Adam failed miserably at keeping the eager lilt out of his tone.

"Not as soon as I'll like," Fenrir chortled. "Only until I finish my business, which may take longer than I thought." Fenrir had no doubt that it would take longer now that Adam was thrown into the equation. Pity, because he had a feeling Adam was going to be difficult every step of the way, and so he would have to tread carefully; at least for now.

"What the hell are you doing in-," Adam twirled about, his hands widespread, almost hitting Fenrir in the process, "bumfuck Egypt anyways?" Damn was Fenrir a lot closer than Adam realized, making him immensely uncomfortable. Adam always prided himself on his alertness, but Fenrir was in a class of his own, almost like he wasn't quite human. Or maybe Adam just overestimated his own ability.

"Bumfuck Egypt?"

Swiping his hand in an offhand manner, Adam replied "It's just an expression for, you know, boondocks, boonies. You know, middle of nowhere. Tom uses that expression a lot. He's a former marine. You don't mess with him." Adam didn't know why he offered up more information than he needed to. I mind as well tell him where I live and sleep, Adam mentally berated himself.

"Tom? Who's he," he answered, his voice more harsh than he intended, his hand clenching slightly. Was Tom the man whose faint scent covered Adam? Who gave Adam the gun, and who Adam protected? Fenrir was surprised at the jealousy that another man's name brought about. And he didn't even know said man or his relationship to Adam.

Adam just looked at him curiously. "You got a problem with the name Tom or something? Someone named Tom beat you up? Stole something precious from you?"

"He just might," Fenrir retorted, referring to Adam being stolen away. "Or maybe I'll steal something precious away from him."

"Ooookay, whatever. You're a strange one, you know that? And you still didn't answer my question."

The question? Oh yes, his business, the reason he was here. Hmm, what to tell him? He could hardly tell Adam that he was gathering followers, other werewolves from America, for the upcoming war. That he was on Voldemort's-a man who hated muggles-side. That he killed and held a certain amount of dislike for humans himself. "I'm a man who enjoys his privacy, Adam," Fenrir said, giving Adam a pointed look.

Ya think? Someone would have to enjoy complete isolation to live here, with only the trees and wolves to keep you company. Privacy for what though, Adam wondered, miffed that Fenrir wouldn't tell him more. Meh, he's probably a serial killer anyways. "Yeah, I get that. But why here? Why not be 'private' all the way in Britain? Seriously, this place sucks."

"I don't know about that. This place does hold a certain charm," Fenrir said, looking about fondly, his eyes resting on Adam last. His gaze never leaving Adam, he said, "Certainly I'll miss it when I finally return to Britain, though I plan on taking a few…souvenirs…with me."

"Good for you, I don't really care." How much longer until we reach my car? Getting impatient, Adam sped up, but was stopped short when Fenrir pulled him against his hard chest. "Hey, what did I tell you-"

"Shut up for a second," Fenrir whispered urgently in his ear, "Look over there." Cupping Adam's face, he forcibly turned it to the right, exposing the slender neck. There, on a slight rise, stood a proud wolf. Its fur was a mixture of browns, auburns, and blacks, and had intelligent yellow eyes. Smirking when Adam unconsciously backed up farther in his arms in fright, he tightened his hold, keenly aware of how petite Adam was compare to him. Fenrir nuzzled Adam's exposed neck, breathing in the fresh scent freely. Just barely, he withheld the temptation to bite down. He didn't think Adam would appreciate that very much.

"Jesus Christ, why the hell won't they leave me alone," Adam whimpered, the wolf holding his full attention. "Why did they come back?"

Laughing, Fenrir said, "That's a different wolf, Adam. It is not full-grown yet; the two other wolves were adults…and male. This one is female, and the color scheme on the fur is completely different too. You didn't notice? Your powers of observation leave much to be desire," Fenrir taunted, his lips gently tracing the shell of Adam's ear.

"Oh hell, they all look the same to me. Well, what are you waiting for? Shoot the bastard! Kill it!" Adam commanded, eyeing the wolf with hatred. The wolf gave them a final nod as if in farewell, and then disappeared. Finally becoming aware of their closeness, Adam moved away from Fenrir hastily, rubbing his ear in disgust. "They deserve to die," he whispered, an odd expression gracing his face.

All Fenrir wanted was to have Adam in his arms again, but Adam's actions shocked him. Kill it. They deserve to die. Sure, he could understand Adam's resentment at the wolves, they did just attacked him after all. But the hatred too, the belief that they deserved to die? And that expression, so angry, so wistful. "It's odd…most people in this town are filled with veneration for wolves. But your hatred, it seems to run deep," Fenrir commented.

"Yeah? What of it?" Adam averted his eyes and continued walking forth, surprised that Fenrir accurately read more into his gestures instead of just taking them at face value. Anyone else would've just assumed that he hated wolves for almost killing him today, never guessing the darker reason. This conversation was leading way to close Nathan, to close to how he died, and there was no way in hell that Adam would discuss that with Fenrir.

"I was hoping you would tell me why, actually," Fenrir said, the command clear in his tone, which Adam didn't like one bit.

"Weren't you there? They almost killed me today! It seems your powers of observation are lacking."

"Don't take that tone with me, boy." Fenrir roughly seized Adam's arm. "I asked you a question, and I demand an answer. Why this-this abhorrence for wolves?" It didn't do well at all if Adam hated, actually hated, wolves. It would just make Fenrir's plans all the more difficult.

"Don't touch me!" Adam retrieved his arm just as roughly, and walked on, thankful that Fenrir didn't try to grab for him again. Even more thankful when he saw his car parked neatly in the glade. "I'm outta here. Hope to never see you again." Entering the car, Adam was about to close the door, but Fenrir stopped it midway.

"We will be seeing each other again," Fenrir promised, shutting the door with more force than was necessary. Adam didn't bother to dignify that with a response and drove away, without looking back.

After Adam was out of sight, Fenrir spoke, "You can come out now, Brenna."

An amused voice came from above, "Oh, that didn't go over to well…at all." Falling lightly on her feet, she approached Fenrir, her braided hair bouncing with her exuberance. "To leave on such horrible terms…so sad." Exposing her neck in submission, she waited for Fenrir to give the ok. When he did, she continued, "Those two renegades are out of our territory now; they left quickly when they saw you. Heh, your reputation precedes you. I don't think they'll be coming back for awhile now…it seemed they were only after…what's his name? Adam?"

Fenrir noticeably stiffen at that declaration, eyes still gazing thoughtfully at the spot where Adam disappeared.

"Why didn't you turn him? I thought for sure you would've."

"I'm not certain he's already been turned. I sensed it…the scent of a werewolf. It's not unlikely that he would smell of it only a few moments after being turned."

"Really? So soon after being turned?"

"Unusual, but not unheard of. But if that isn't the case…if he naturally smells that way, without being turned…you know what that means, right?"

Brenna merely shook her head. After a few minutes of silence, Brenna asked dryly, "And you're going to tell me, right?"

"But if that isn't the case…. Do you know what happens when two different werewolves turn the same human?"

"Of course! A fate worse than death…then they die."

"Well, now you have your answer…that is why I didn't turn him. Why I didn't take him."

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Woot, Woot, yay I made over 10,000 words. :)