Author's Note:

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get an update done. I started a new job and I've been super busy with everything. Anyway, thank you to everyone for your reviews and such, they really mean a lot to me. I hope you like the new chapter.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Devil May Cry, its characters, or Capcom.

~*I Cry Wolf: Chapter 7*~

Nero slowly lifted his head as he felt the elder hunter begin to shift his position and his face leave his now tear soaked fur. Slowly Dante stood, wincing a bit as his stiff muscles from sitting on the floor for so long. He glanced out the window and noticed with a bit of a start that the sun had long since set and the moon had taken its place. Turning his attention back to Nero he tried desperately to hold back his laughter as he watched the young hunter try to stand up in his new body.

"Who's acting like an old man now," he teased as Nero struggled to simply stand on four legs.

All he received for an answer was for Nero to glare daggers at him and snarl slightly before his eyes crossed as he tried to stare at his own muzzle trying to figure out why it wouldn't work. Dante gave up on trying to contain his laughter as he doubled over at the site slapping his thigh and holding his stomach. Nero snarled louder and began to drag his muzzle against his leg trying to get the obstruction off.

"Alright, alright, I'll take it off but only if you promise not to bite me," Dante wheezed as he finally got his laugher under control.

He let out one last quiet chuckle as he watched Nero roll his eyes as he stepped forward and carefully unbuckled the leather belt being extra careful not to pull any fur before he stepped back and watched as Nero opened his jaws working the stiff muscles loose. Dante let out a low whistle of appreciation as he admired the two rows of razor sharp fangs that lined Nero's mouth up close.

"Damn…no wonder that bitch was able to bite through your Bringer, those babies look like they could chew through just about anything," Dante stated as he stuffed the makeshift muzzle into his pocket. Who knows he might need it again. Turning, Dante headed in the direction of his desk fully intent on ordering pizza when the sound of chains clanking stopped him short. Turning to face Nero again he sighed as he saw the kid had tried to follow after him only to be stopped short by Cerberus's new form.

"Look kid…I'm sorry about the chains and all, but I kinda need them to stay, just until I figure out how to change you back…" Dante stated as he rubbed the back of his head with one hand. Nero stood for a minute before he snorted and after turning around in a circle a few times laid down on the floor. Dante wondered for a moment if the teen realized what he had just done, but decided to 'let sleeping dogs lie'. Shaking his head, he headed for his desk again and after retrieving the receiver from the side of his desk, proceeded to order his pizza. Glancing back to the huge ball of white fur taking up the far corner of his shop, Dante tripled his order before hanging up the phone.

"Well food will be here in 30, I hope you're hungry cause I ordered super meat lovers," Dante stated as he collapsed into his chair and propped his feet up on the desk. Leaning back and closing his eyes, Dante figured it would be safe enough to catch a quick nap before the pizza arrived, the lack of sleep plus the stress of his little emotional moment earlier had left him drained. A steady thumping noise had him opening one eye though, and a second later Dante held back a snicker as he found the source of the noise. There thumping steadily on the floor was a very fluffy, and very long white tail. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes once again and felt sleep welcome him with open arms.

~*I Cry Wolf*~

Alone. That was how Nero felt the moment that Dante had stood and walked began to walk away from him. It came so fast the Nero had felt the first stirrings of panic well up inside of him. Instantly the awkwardness of his new body left him and he found himself padding after the elder hunter like a lost puppy only for his pursuit to be stopped short by something strong holding him back. For the first time Nero suddenly noticed the thick icy blue shackles that wrapped around his front legs, and the heaviness of what must have been a third shackle around his neck. His vision followed the shackles to the chains that he found were bolted into the wall about five feet behind him.

Nero turned to face the elder looking for an explanation, and was shocked to hear Dante actually apologize for his current state. However he also refused to remove the restraints, and after a bit of thought Nero realized that he couldn't really blame him. Nero himself wasn't even sure how he had managed to hold onto his sanity, and frankly he wasn't so sure it would last. There were a lot of rather…disturbing feelings and emotions running around his head as it were, such as his near panic at the feeling that Dante was going to leave him all alone.

Realizing things were not going to get any better any time soon, and temporarily satisfied that Dante wasn't going anywhere, Nero lay down on the floor and began to try to sort out the past 12 hours. They'd gone on that mission, and Dante had hugged him for some odd reason, then that fucking…bitch, as the elder had put it, had bit him. Then he remembered being in excruciating agony then nothing. The next thing he knew he had woken up back at the shop on the floor, and Dante was pointing Ebony at him.

Then Dante was on the floor crying and he had laid his head down on his lap for lack of any better way to try and comfort the sobbing man, then the next thing he knew he was being held and rocked like a child while Dante cried into his neck. Not that he was really complaining about being held mind you, but he really wasn't sure why Dante had been emotional. Did he really care that much?

Deciding he would think about it later, he shifted his attention to the man behind him as he heard him ordering his favorite food. Nero couldn't help but smile to himself as he heard Dante pause before telling the pizza boy to triple the order. Maybe…just maybe he'd be allowed to hope that once he was back to normal, maybe Nero could finally have what he had wanted for far to long…and that thought was enough to chase the fear, and uncertainty away leaving him feeling content and happy for the time being.

~* I Cry Wolf*~

Dante jolted awake as he heard a knock sound at the front door. He was about to tell whoever it was to go away when he remembered he had ordered pizza. Horrified that he had nearly sent away God's only real gift to mankind, he leapt from his chair and raced to the front door throwing it open.

"Uhhh…I got a delivery here for a Tony Redgrave?" the scraggly boy stated a stack of pizzas in his arms.

"Yeah, just put it on my tab," Dante stated as he reached for the manna from heaven, but before he even got close the delivery boy snatched the boxes away and took a step back.

"I don't think so gramps…boss says you can't have any more pizzas without cash at delivery, " the boy stated having the decency to look slightly frightened as Dante seemed to grow and inch or two.

"Hey! I'm not old," Dante raved ignoring the odd growling he heard coming from somewhere behind him that he could have sworn sounded like a certain punk-bitch was laughing at him…or at least trying too. The pizza boy however didn't seem convinced.

"Fine, fine…come in and I'll get you your money," Dante grumbled as he opened the door wider and motioning for the teen to follow him.

"Wow…uhhh…nice collection; though the skulls are kinda creepy, what kinda shop you running here anyway gramps?" the delivery boy asked as he looked around his unease as clear as his bad complexion.

"Let me put it this way, if you ever need us then you'll know, and I am not old," Dante stated as he dug around his desk drawer looking for that secret stash of wayward cash.

Nero on the other hand had stopped paying attention to the conversation the minute the smell of meat and cheese had entered the shop. God, he was so hungry, and standing between him and the delicious smells was a single scrawny kid that looked nearly as appetizing as the food he was holding. Wait…what? Nero shook his head as the shock of his last thought caught up with him. He only wanted the pizza…not the kid holding it…yeah that was right he struggled to reassure himself shaking his head again for good measure making sure to look everywhere except at said kid. The delivery boy had other ideas though.

"Holy shit gramps! What kind of fucking dog is that?" the kid all but shrieked as he took several steps back towards the door. Dante's head shot up from his desk, to lock onto Nero who was looking less than happy at having been called a dog. Dante mentally cursed his stupidity, he had forgotten all about Nero's current state of being when he had invited the stupid kid into the shop.

"Seriously man…is that thing even legal!?" the teen demanded as he continued to back away his voice cracking and Dante was sure the kid was pretty close to peeing himself.

Dante nearly yelled in triumph as his fist finally closed around his stash of emergency/pizza cash. Standing, he quickly made his way over to the shaking boy intent on grabbing his pizza and shoving the trembling excuse of a man out the door ASAP.

"Yeah he's kind of aggressive and doesn't like strangers so you better get going!" Dante stated as he shoved the wad of bills in the kids hand and took the pizzas in the other. Then using his shoulder he continued to shove the kid non to gently towards the door.

"Maybe you should get him fixed it worked for my mom's Chihuahua," The kid suggested as he tried to glance over Dante's shoulder to catch a final glance at what was the biggest dog he had ever seen. Oh course…that was a very bad decision as Nero had not taken well to the whole "getting fixed" remake and had bared all of his teeth in anger.

"HOLY SHIT! What kind of dog has two rows of teeth!?" the kid screamed as he grabbed a hold of the shoulder that was currently shoving him out the door.

"The kind that eats noisy delivery boys, now get out!" Dante shouted as he gave one final shove and the poor kid went toppling out onto the stairs the door slamming shut behind him seconds later. The teen quickly got to his feet and giving one last shaky glace at the door, he ran back down the alley as fast as his shaking legs would carry him. That was it, he was so quitting the minute he got back to work, fucking crazy old guys, with creepy skulls and swords and fucking scary ass dogs. The old geezer hadn't even given him enough money to cover the pizzas.

Maybe he would try his luck at the golf course…the nice, safe, boring golf course.

Yeah that sounded good.

~*I Cry Wolf*~

Dante sighed as he leaned back against the door and tuned his gaze to stare at the cracked ceiling. Damn it…how could he have forgotten about Nero, he would have to be a more careful from now on. Heaven forbid if that had been Trish or…oh god Lady. She would be coming by tomorrow to collect her share of the payment no doubt and…shit. This was bad, very, very bad.

Sure Trish wouldn't like the idea of Dante having the kid around in his current state, but she would still offer to help in any way that she could. Lady on the other hand…well she had earned her reputation of being a cold hard bitch, and her and Nero weren't exactly on good terms to begin with. Not after Nero had wretched her bike and refused to pay for it, claiming it was her fault for parking it right where he was fighting a Blitz.

Dante sighed and ran his free hand through is hair, it appeared that Lady Luck was a cruel mistress after all. Realizing that worrying wasn't going to due him any good, Dante stood and began walking toward his still growling partner.

"Don't sweat it kid, I won't get you fixed unless you start hiking your leg and pissing on my stuff," he stated as he dropped three of the boxes on the floor in front of Nero's snarling muzzle. The instant the boxes touched the floor however the snarling stopped and before Dante could blink Nero had the top box torn open and half the pizza in his jaws happily chewing away.

"Hey just because you got turned into a werewolf doesn't mean you should eat like one, manners, manners," Dante teased as he took the two remaining boxes and resumed his seat at his desk. He chuckled as Nero snarled again, but he did slow down, and Dante could tell he was making an effort to be a little refined.

Shaking his head Dante returned his attention to his own food and slowly took a bite savoring the flavors and the grease. Right now…nothing could upset him, and tomorrow was always another day.

~*To Be Continued*~

Author's Note:

To those that have PM'd me and asked not this is not going to be bestiality…gawd. Sickos.