Author's Note: I feel like crap today, so if this chapter is a little short that's why. Having a cold and being seven months pregnant at the same time sucks ass…just so you all know. Anyway, thank you to everyone for your reviews and I hope I won't disappoint you all with this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, its characters, or Capcom. Oh and, DMC: Devil May Cry can go back to whatever crap hole it spawned from.

~*I Cry Wolf: Chapter 9*~

Nero was dreaming. He dreamed he was running through the woods, the moon full and high in the sky but he hardly needed its light. He felt so…free…so wild! His tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted, the trees flying by as dark blurs. He was running, and he was chasing. His prey was no slouch however, and had managed to keep just ahead of him for a while now, but he was getting closer. He could smell them…sweat, old blood, gunpowder, and the faintest sweet scent of fear. A flash of red caught his attention and he put on an extra burst of speed. There! His prey was in his sights, flashes of red whipped behind it mixed with bright flashes of pure white that shown in the moonlight like a beckon. Closer, he could have grasped the tails of red in his strong jaws, but he wanted to taste flesh…and blood. Suddenly his prey made a fatal move as it tripped over a root and went down hard. He sprung, his jaws wide, rows of razor fangs dripping in anticipation…mere inches from sinking into that warm sweet flesh…

*BAM!*

"Dante, get your lazy ass out of bed before I drag it out for you!"

Nero awoke with a start and instantly his eyes locked onto a lone female figure as she walked into the shop. She smelled…good. A snarl escaped as his eyes dilated and he bared his dripping fangs. The female spun to face him a gun in her hand as her mismatched eyes locked onto his blue ones. She opened her mouth in the beginnings of a scream, but she never got the chance to even start, as he lunged, jaws gaping wide and aimed straight for her throat. She pulled the trigger…

*BANG!*

~*I Cry Wolf*~

Dante had groaned out loud as he heard Lady bang her way into his shop. That woman would be the death of him, he was sure of it. He was considering just rolling over and going back to sleep when the deafening roar of gunfire had him leaping from his bed and running down the stairs at breakneck speed.

As soon as he hit the bottom of the stairs his senses where instantly assaulted by the smell of blood, lots and lots of blood. His eyes scanned for the source and instantly his eyes locked onto Nero who was laying on the floor in a massive puddle of the crimson liquid at least a dozen bullet holes covering his body. His once pristine white fur was stained red and matted into thick clumps. He panted heavily and unevenly, his eyes closed and his tongue lolling onto the floor.

Dante clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white as his vision bled to match the blood on the floor. He fought to maintain control as his demon threatened to break free…to come out and kill who had dared to harm a single hair on his intended. Dante growled low as his teeth began to lengthen into fangs, and the skin on his back shifted and stretched as leathery wings threatened to burst forth. Dante spun as he heard a startled and slightly terrified gasp come from his left.

Jerking his vision away from the bloody mess that was his intended mate, Dante found his own now crimson hues staring directly into a pair of slightly terrified mismatched ones. Slowly his eyes traveled lower to rest on the gun that Lady held tight in a shaking grip. Again she opened her mouth to try and talk, only to once again be cut off as Dante surged forward and grabbed her wrists in a crushing grip and yanked them above her head leaving her feet dangling inches off the floor.

"How dare you harm what is mine!" he roared as he felt claws begin to grow from his finger tips. He felt a sweet sensation of pleasure as those claws pricked her delicate skin and the cent of her blood hit his nose.

"Dante…you're hurting me put me down!" Lady screamed, hating herself as she was unable to keep her voice from trembling.

"You hurt him…hurt what is ours, our Nero!" He hissed in a deadly whisper.

"Nero…are you crazy, that's a fucking werewolf not Nero! Put me down you asshole!" Lady forgot her previous fear as anger began to set in, she brought her feet up to try and kick at the nearly triggered man desperate to get free before he did.

"It is Nero! He is ours, and you will not touch him again, HE IS MINE!" Dante roared again as he released his grip and watched as Lady crumpled to the floor in a heap. He instantly bent down and picked up the gun she had just held and crushed it in his anger fueled grip.

Turning and ignoring the now cussing and sputtering Lady, Dante walked over and kneeled down next to Nero and began to inspect his wounds. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt his anger being to fade as he watched the wounds slowly close themselves leaving no mark behind. He reached out and pulled the still unconscious wolf into his lap and slowly stroked its cheek as his demon purred in comfort.

Slowly making her way to her feet Lady stood and watched the scene before her with disbelieving eyes rubbing her sore and bruised wrists. Dante, Mr. Macho, was kneeling before her, buck naked, cuddling one of the deadliest creatures on earth and hell in his lap like a fucking piece of glass that would break at a moments notice. To make matters even stranger, he had freaked out when she had tried to kill it, and had said it was Nero. Fully convinced that Dante had finally lost it, she was about to shoot him in the head for hurting her when a faint blue glow caught her attention.

Following the glow, her eyes widened as her eyes locked onto the werewolf's front right leg. There was no mistaking it, even in its new shape she knew those red scales and blue glow anywhere.

"Oh, my, God…Nero?" she whispered in horror as she stared disbelieving at what lay directly in front of her.

"I told you so…" Dante whispered as he finally turned his once again ice blue eyes to meet her gaze.

"Dante…what…what the fuck happened, how did THIS happen?" she demanded starting to become very uncomfortable with the scene.

"I thought it was over…I was stupid, careless and he paid the price for it. It's all my fault, it's always my fault! My mother, Virgil, everyone I lo…!" Dante stopped mid rant, and instead began trying in vein to brush the blood from Nero's fur and only succeeded in spreading it.

"So you finally admit it…after it's too late," Lady stated sadly.

"It's not too late, he's still him, it hasn't taken over yet," Dante growled.

"Could have fooled me, he just tried to rip my throat out the second he saw me! If it wasn't for those chains you'd have two problems on your hands!" Lady yelled as she felt herself once again getting angry.

"You caught him off guard or something, it was a fluke. I just need to find a cure and…"

"Do you even hear yourself!? Wake up Dante, he's been cursed, and even if I did believe even half the bullshit you just said, you and I both know that there is no cure," Lady shouted as she began to pace in her rage. She watched as every muscle in Dante's body tensed before the elder slumped forward into a position that spoke of absolute defeat. Instantly she wished he would get up and yell at her again…that she knew how to deal with, but this…

"Lady…please, I need your help. I'll pay you whatever you want, or let you buy whatever you want at my expense…just please help me. I have to try; I have to at least look. I can't give up as long as there is a least a glimmer of hope, he would do it for me," Dante whispered and she felt the ice around her heart melt the slightest bit. Her friend…no friends needed her, and she knew what Nero meant to Dante. Stopping her pacing she blew out a long sigh.

"Fine…I'll help, but if he so much as flashes a fang at me I'm going to put a silver bullet through his heart whether you like it or not, got it." She stated as she bent down to retrieve her crushed pistol. "Oh and you owe me a new gun."

"Yeah, yeah…" Dante stated as he gently lowered Nero onto the floor.

"Good. Now go take a shower and for God's sake put some clothes on!" She ordered turning up her nose. Dante raised an eyebrow before turning his gaze and noticed for the fist time that he was indeed totally naked. He chuckled lightly to himself as he realized he had been in such a hurry to get down the stairs that he had forgotten to grab his pants.

"Seriously, go before I shoot it off," she growled not the least bit amused.

Dante simply chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, and headed up the stairs to clean up. Watching him disappear up and after hearing the shower start up, Lady took a seat on the edge of the old wood desk and turned her gaze to the blood stained werewolf in the corner. Why had she agreed to help…especially since she knew that the chances of actually finding a cure were slim to none at best?

Shaking her head, Lady placed Killie-Ann on the floor next to her, and waited for the stupid love struck hunter to finish his shower and come back down.

"So…I guess the real question is who will cry wolf in the end huh." She sighed and continued her wait.

~*To Be Continued*~

Author's Note: So Lady knows now, and things are starting to get pretty heated. Oh and on a different note, things are coming along on my Nero plush. I'll try to get it finished before a finish this story. Thank you!