Author's Note:
So this chapter is going to be really short, because I'm staring a new job tomorrow morning and I need to get to bed. I'm really sorry this is so crappy and short, but I needed to get it wrote down while I had the muse to write it. Anyway thank you everyone for your reviews,
and to all who favorited and followed this story! I love you all, and I hope you won't hate me to much for this.

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~*I Cry Wolf: Chapter 5*~

Dante felt himself begin to regain consciousness as his spine snapped back into place with a sickening crack. The first thing he heard was someone screaming in sheer agony, and a split second later Dante realized it was Nero. Forcing himself to stand Dante felt the last few vertebra in his back popped into place. Grabbing his pistols Dante swung to face a snarling black werewolf as it paced towards him limping on it's right hind leg as it did. Dante felt an uncontrollable rage flare to life inside his chest threatening to consume his very soul.

"How dare you touch what his mine!" he bellowed his inner demon turning his voice rough and dark. Bringing up his beloved pistols Dante proceeded to fill the werewolf in front of him with every last bullet they possessed.

Dante clenched his jaw so hard his teeth nearly shattered in his mouth. He fought to maintain control, but he could feel his demon raging, his mental restraints growing weak and thin as he stared at the convulsing body of a young woman in front of him. The very female that had dared to hurt what was his...that had dared to rumple a single hair on his future mate's head. Dante clenched his eyes shut and tried desperately to reign in his inner demon before he lost himself completely. He knew better than anyone the consequences of allowing such a thing to occur, or better, he knew better than anyone except for maybe his late brother. Slowly he felt the rage inside of him calm to a manageable simmer and the red finally bleed from his eyes. Once he felt back in control his first coherent thought was of Nero. Whipping around he desperately searched for the white haired spitfire praying to whatever divine entity that might take pity on him that Nero was okay. Finally admits the bodies and gore Dante managed to spot a speck of white on the far side of the clearing. Wasting no time he quickly ran toward that speck leaping over the bodies as he did.

"Kid are you okay? Come on say something!" Dante shouted as he drew nearer but the white shape didn't so much as twitch. Doubling his efforts Dante was about to call again when he realized that there was a lot of white...to much to just be Nero's hair.

'Please no...' Dante whispered in his mind as he felt himself slow to a stop. Slowly Dante felt his feet carry him step, after slow step towards the now very large white shape on the bloody ground. Suddenly Dante felt his stomach turn and he had to resist the urge to toss up last night's pizza onto the already disgusting ground. There not five feet in front of him lay a pure white werewolf with a very demonic looking red and blue right fore leg. Dante stared in horror...trying to force his mind to comprehend what he was seeing. As much as he wanted to believe otherwise, he knew the werewolf in front of him was none other than the young punk ass spitfire that he had fallen in love with. Dante felt his hand rise without his consent, Ebony's barrel aimed straight at Nero's heart but his finger paused unable to pull the trigger. Growling in frustration Dante lowered his gun and ran a shaking hand through his platinum locks.

He watched as Nero lay panting hard, his now long pink tongue lolled from his muzzle to drape over two rows of dagger sharp fangs. Two tall pointed ears sat on top of his head, and his paws were easily larger than Dante's entire hand. Even though he was now a cursed werewolf his Devil Bringer seemed to be stead fast on rejecting it, for while it had taken on the appearance of it's predecessors it retained its red armored plates and soft blue glow. The rest of Nero's body was covered in long thick white fur and the fur on his long tail was even thicker. Dante felt himself let loose a painful chuckle...even cursed the kid was beautiful. Dante raked a hand down his face as he once again brought up Ebony and aimed for Nero's heart. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes seemed to drag into hours...finally Dante jerked the gun away and let loose a feral growl. He couldn't do it...he couldn't kill him, but he couldn't leave him out here to kill innocent people either.

Dante began to pace as he tried to think of a solution...maybe there was a cure, or maybe because Nero was part demon the curse wouldn't be so strong. Those were very far fetched ideas he knew, but he was desperate to grasp at anything. Deciding he couldn't in good conscience kill Nero without exploring all options, the elder was faced with a different problem. How was he going to get an unconscious but still very dangerous werewolf back to the shop, and once there keep him contained until he found a cure? Glancing about Dante located the tattered and shredded remains of the kid's clothes and boots which gave him an idea. Grabbing the remains of one of Nero's boots Dante ripped two of the leather buckled straps from the main part and quickly fashioned a make-shift muzzle. Carefully and being very mindful of Nero's fangs, Dante fastened the muzzle into place and tightened it as much as he could without compromising Nero's breathing. Satisfied, Dante proceeded to wrap Nero's paws in the remains of the his denim jacket to protect him somewhat from his claws. Looking over his work Dante felt little ease since he knew that if the kid really wanted to he could snap the leather and denim like tissue paper, but it would have to do for now. Bending down Dante scooped Nero up into his arms staggering a little under the werewolf's weight.

"Don't worry Nero...I'll figure something out. I'll get you back...just...hang in there okay and don't kill me," the older whispered as he left the clearing and began the long walk back to the car.

~*To Be Continued*~

Author's Note:
I'm sorry again that this is so damn short, but like I said I'm starting a new job tomorrow and it's already late. I'll try to get a new chapter up soon to make up for this one as soon as possible. Thanks for reading. :)