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Can't believe I had to break this in two. Oh well. Halt, you did take a break from your screen right? Okay then read on.
Scott had stripped down, too nervous and hot to be embarrassed yet; he figured he would at some point in the night so why not now? Derek told him to stay here twenty minutes ago while he went to do god knows what, but Scott knew when he smelt blood. He exhaled loudly, and stared down at his mottled body, a sight Derek would definitely appreciate.
He jerked to the right at a sound that was impossibly loud in the otherwise eerily, dead silent woods. It's like the creatures knew not to make a sound that there were dangerous predators in it and they told each other to quiet.
Scott felt a flush crawl up his neck, staining his cheeks when Derek came into view. Derek looked wild, eyes barely green, human form there but seeming to hide behind the blood that coated Derek. He looked all primal with the splashes of crimson fluid on his bare chest. Scott swallowed audibly. Derek's eyes raked over his body, not at all too subtle and Scott looked down. He heard a pleased rumble and reddened.
The howl made him jump. The sound was startling and ridiculously earsplitting, he knew what it meant, STAY AWAY. Derek had claimed this part of the woods as his territory and the howl was to warn others of their presence. Derek stood there listening for any indication for a daring rival; he looked satisfied and went out of sight for an instant before returning with something foul.
Although his stomach was churning, he could feel his wolf part wanting to howl in content at the sight of the carcass, Scott strived with his instinct to take, take what his alpha gave him, and this kill was for him solely. He was supposed to eat this. And even in his less than human form threatening to take over, Scott managed to refuse.
"Um. Thank you but… I'm full, just ate." Scott flinched when Derek growled for him to take the moose. Derek claws sunk into the flesh above the neck and pulled it closer. Scott babbled, "I uh really just ate like a whole deer but thank y-you." He's trying to avoid using the word 'no' altogether.
As much as Scott wants to appease Derek's wolf half, he wanted to appease to Derek more, Scott takes a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that him wanting to please Derek is his, his own emotion, nothing to do with the werewolf side of him, it's all him.
"Derek, please. You have to control it." It's strange telling Derek to control himself when all this time it's been him who couldn't grasp control. He knows Derek is still there, he's not all gone just yet. Scott whispered, "Please." He'd rather not have the taste of the cadaver of a moose in his mouth when they're together. And he stops himself from asking Derek if he used his mouth to bring down the moose. His muscles are wiry and ready; Scott sneaks a peek at the moon, full, circling perfectly. Even as his own transformation took him in a painfully, wondrous way, Scott dragged his body away, he wants distance from the moose just in case.
He couldn't go far, feeling the well-known sear crawling over his body, something forcefully clawing its way out. Scott can feel it, the call of the moon. He dropped into the dead leaves and dirt sluggishly as if he was in a stupor, panting out his anguish. His heart pulsated elatedly and Scott arched his back shivering, fell back against the ground, he was fighting. He was vaguely aware of a prodding at his side; he turned his face slightly and met a pair of blue irises staring into his golden ones. A breath touched his cheek, and a few gruffly spoken words were oddly cooed beside his cheek, "Let it take you, just let it." And he did, he let his lupine senses swallow him whole.
Everything seemed to just lengthen, his hair, his nails, his teeth, it all grew but with it came a hot wave that menaced to melt him. It was terrifying and exalting. And he was gone but he'd be back when the clouds gave him relief and a short peace of mind by covering the moon with their white blanket of billow.
His eyes were wide as he watched Derek shift, his own body still stiffened on the ground. A beautiful monstrosity in front of him, but Derek doesn't succumb easily, and Scott never thought Derek would be able to, not after all he's been through; it's not in his nature, not anymore. Derek fights, is a fighter. Scott tilts his head and stretches, groveling in the stretch of his tightened muscles. His eyes are still glued to Derek, strangely fascinated. Derek almost on his say allows the wolf take him, and it's a vulnerable moment, a brief glint of weakness. It's the first time Scott's seen Derek …defenseless due to the sway of the moon.
Derek stretches a low forward bow, his claws digging in the soft earth and Scott rises fully alerted, his instinct telling him careful. Derek glowers at him, his lip curling and then a snarl to back down. Scott responded with his own sneer, raised his upper lip to expose his fangs and crouched, ready to spring. Derek circled him with narrowed eyes, and barked threateningly, baring his teeth. Scott looked uneasy before barking back, he inflated, tried to make himself appear bigger.
Derek growled, his body moving swiftly towards Scott. The teen barely dodged a claw; he pulled back completely frightened and fought with himself.
He's being pulled in different directions, the wolf wants to resist and also submit. The human part that's almost muted is trying to figure out what the wolf wants, trying to just go along with it. In his moment of confusion, Derek pounces him, and a large hand curls around his neck, the claws just short of sinking in. Derek had him pinned, and Scott paused, tilting his head, he knew what he wanted. What the wolf and what the human wanted. He purred, and raised his hips, as much as Derek's weight would allow and let Derek's nose figure out the rest.
Derek's nose twitched as he cataloged Scott's scent, a concoction of heat, sex, arousal and submission, a dying trace of fear, and ultimately more important, him. Derek eyed the bite marks over Scott's neck and body, his. All his. Derek's piercing claws pulled away and he pressed his nose into Scott's cheek, whined and did the opposite of what Scott thought he was going to do, he bit sharply, letting the pup know he was in charge here.
Scott yelped and stepped down, message conveyed, Derek was boss here, and Scott was the subordinate. Derek pulled back, walked confidently, and waited for Scott to follow and come to him.
The teen lupine whined, approached cautiously and nuzzled Derek's cheek, acquiescing his submission through sniffing and licking. Derek nudged Scott's chin, a gesticulation to bare his throat. Derek's teeth closed delicately over Scott's bared neck, he hums and Scott moans. Scott's excited in a way that shouldn't feel so right, Scott paws at Derek's shoulders, his erection bouncing animatedly between them.
Scott got down onto his back and turned a tad, exposing his belly to Derek. With nostrils flared, Derek lowered to the ground and snuffled Scott's hair, making a path downwards, tonguing a long stride up at the newer beta's cheek, Derek's finger came prodding at the marks. He continued his descent down, and teethed at a nipple, Scott dug his heels in the soil. Derek resumed, applying sloppy kisses down his belly until he met Scott's jutting erection, he exhaled hotly and Scott's cock twitched and Derek smiled, nothing but a show of teeth making him resemble a feral animal. Derek was teasing and Scott huffed, snaking his tongue over sharp fangs. He came back up to Scott lips and bit, drawing blood from them and licked his way into Scott's mouth.
Derek ran a clawed hand over Scott's hip, and rolled him over swiftly. Scott grunted, an instant tint tainted his cheek, his ass was in the air and his face was in the dirt. He quickly got back up onto his hands and knees and peered back, catching the smirk on Derek's face.
Derek's hands ran over his back, sharp then blunt and then sharp again; he heard a frustrated growl and then blunt fingers that stayed that way rested on the curve of his ass, "Here." Scott stared at the fingers before he understood what he was supposed to do; he opened his mouth and sucked, twirling his tongue around the fingers. He started milking it when he heard Derek's groaned. Derek pulled them from him, "Don't move," slides one in gradually persistent, he feels like his hole is a tiny pinprick back there, like they've never done this before which is crazy. Derek holds hard onto Scott's hip, Scott moans out weakly, the grip past pained. Derek loosens his hold, and skims apologetically at the hurt. Derek works another finger in hasty, already scissoring and twisting.
Scott spread his legs a little, keening at the way Derek's fingers slide in further.
Derek snarled heatedly, "Lie still."
Scott's fingers dig into the cold dirt, griping his apology. Derek crooks his fingers, nudging that sensitive spot and Scott arcs his back and bows his head. Derek's fingers urgently slip from his hole, only to sharply push back in, gliding in a third finger. It burns but it's also really good, too good.
Scott closes his eyes, sweat is dripping down the sides of temples and his sharp fingers pry at a small blotch of grass under him. His skin is hot, burning with the heat of the transformation in contrast to the cool breeze outside. The late April wind feels good though, and Scott's thankful for that.
He looks down at his cock, red and curved up to his belly, spewing pre-come. Derek must be worried because he's being cautious just like the first time, and Scott knows from experience not to rush him. So Scott waits for his alpha to deem when he's ready, none too patient if the sounds he's making are anything to go by.
As soon as the moon hits the highpoint in the sky, the little control Derek has now will vaporize, his will too but hey who needs control anyways?
Derek's fingers are still stretching and spreading and Scott thinks he might cry. He snivels, he feels the heat now more than ever. His body feels overwrought like Derek's not close enough, not doing enough. His moaning cracks when Derek slides in his last digit, and Scott goes rigid.
His breath hitches and continues in gasps, he's going to beg, loud, "Please- I want- just go, How can you wait, don't you want me? I want you." He's gibbering on but he wants Derek to stop preparing him.
Derek sneers, "I say when you're ready, and you're not." Derek pulls his fingers out and shoves back roughly into Scott's wet heat. "Trust me, you are not ready."
Scott sobs, he feels tight, bound tight. He's craving something and he wants it now before...
His eyes dull and Scott stares up at the moon, it's clouded. He snaps his jaws at it.
Suddenly Scott feels empty and unfulfilled. His head drapes low and he lets out quiet, broken sounds.
Derek's hard and big against his leg for a sec and then Derek mounts him. The tattooed man makes a low sound, deep and low in his throat provocatively.
He's been waiting for this, waiting for what mating means, wants to know what he's missing because he is missing something. Ever since he's been bitten, there's been an empty feeling gnawing at him but he pushed it to the back of his mind and when he started this thing with Derek, it diminished and flourished, terrifying him. It has no name though like Derek and his relationship, but that's about to change.
And Scott bites down on his hand to keep from whining when Derek's cock touches his opening. It's a hard pressure and it feels like Derek has to apply force to press into him despite Scott being basically fisted. When Derek manages to breech the head of his cock in him, Scott gasps.
The moon is at its highest, shining down luminously at them and hitting them with its full power.
And Derek howls and grunts, pushing in and stretching Scott wide, pausing briefly when Scott made a strangled noise. And Scott's hole clings to Derek's cock, but eventually giving way.
Scott's pushed from his hands onto his face, and he's barely holding himself up on trembling knees. Derek's arm wraps around him keeping him hauled up.
Scott squeezed his eyes shut when Derek pressed in further, it was like he was being pulled apart and he had to tell himself it gets better. Scott grits his teeth when Derek's finally fully roosted in. Derek's pulsing, stifling in him, and taking all the room he has. He's spatially limited, that's what it is. Scott thinks Derek broke him and is in the making of fixing him. He feels bruised on the inside, too far stretched. Derek's bigger and thicker, Scott realizes, he's been taken enough to know how Derek feels but Scott can't question now because thinking is hard enough as it is.
But he's feeling dazed like a thick fog settled on him instead of Derek.
Derek has to tell him to breathe but Scott doesn't think he remembers how to control his own body, he doesn't think he can remember how to breathe. Breathing doesn't feel like its reflexive anymore. There's just way too much going on around him, too many sounds, too many smells, and too much to feel. There's a dog barking noisily 15 miles away, a flap of wings somewhere and a thumping sound, which he realizes is his heart.
It feels like how it was when Scott was first bitten, suddenly he could hear sounds and see things clearer. But it's coming against his will. He can't control anything. There is a musk of strong sex, sweat, and a distant but pungent twinge of blood, the moose's dead carcass.
His senses are on fire. He feels like he's going in overdrive. It's too hard to concentrate, and he just wants to float.
Everything is too overly amplified. Scott hears something, maybe words, they garble before they get clear.
It breaks through everything even through the sound of his blood rushing in his veins, the voice he hears, "Relax. Focus on me." Derek's voice is dark and rough, "Don't think about it. Let your instincts guide you."
Scott manages to take unsteady pants and let's Derek and his instincts lead him, centering on-
The lub-dub of Derek's rushing heart,
the pulse of Derek in him,
the sharp musky scent of Derek,
and the burning of Derek's fingers over him
All Derek.
It comes naturally, and it was easier. That's what Derek was waiting for his acceptance, his unwilling give to the animal in him.
Derek's hips pulled away and Scott nearly complained except Derek hips snapped back immediately, pulling a low, cracked mewl from him. He's still face first in the ground and he doesn't attempt to get back up. He just takes it, just like Derek predicted. Derek's hand is impossibly noticeable and warm on his hip like it's branding a mark there and Scott wouldn't be too surprising if it did. His hip creaks with the unbreakable grip and he moans louder. They're alone and no one will hear him so he's going to be loud but mostly because he can't close his mouth.
He spreads his legs wider and Derek slides in impossibly farther in, Scott whimpers, his flushed cheek rubbing into the cool ground.
"M-more." Scott doesn't know what's he's asking more of, maybe of more of Derek's hard thrusts or more air into his lungs. Because Derek's knocking the breath out of him.
Derek is fucking him fast and deep, but he's purposely not hitting Scott's sweet spot. Yet, Scott knows he's going to get off though just from this, from the slide of Derek's cock in him even though he can't move, Scott yearned to move but Derek wouldn't give him leverage. Derek won't let him meet any of his thrust and Scott mouths, "Please."
He's close to whatever it is, close to having it in his clutches and never letting go. It's petulant, his insistent whining for it but he can't not beg for it. "Derek. Please. I need it."
Mouthing at the ground, gasping, begging, it's too much, Scott clutches at the fallen leaves near him. He humps helplessly at the ground, little weak movements.
Derek's thrusts are erratic, each unbridled thrust forcing him further up and down in the dirt. Derek's owning him, does own him.
Derek stills, using both clawed hands to hold Scott up, and they're slipping into his skin subtly.
The nothing along with the shift to the stopped minute makes Scott's hair bristle on ends.
And then Derek whined, one that made his nails grip harder onto Scott's hips.
Scott felt it, the expansion in him, rubbing at his inside bruises and finally poking his prostate but he couldn't enjoy that. Because it hurt, it swelled like there was more room in him regardless if there wasn't; it made more room for Derek. Shocked cries left Scott's lips, and he tried crawling away.
Derek growled menacingly, "Stay still, pup." Derek didn't sound human but that was expected.
The teen tried to follow the order and his instinct that told him this was natural but his fear was bubbling and he moved again only to have his hips cinched back.
The teeth that snapped around the base of his neck hurt, the way those sharp fangs burrowed into the delicate skin above his neck to keep him in place as Derek expanded within him.
The claws that dashed into his narrow hips meeting bone made his eyes sting, extended spikes that couldn't be referred to as nails anymore.
And Scott couldn't help screaming. A scream that twisted into a helpless groan, because well Derek had stopped growing and Scott could feel the hot splash of Derek's essence for the first time.
Finally.
Scott's vision blanked, whited out for a flash and then he came, hollering his completion. His whole body shook with his orgasm and he twitches.
He feels so much.
He felt excitement and happiness surge. Scott felt full like he would never be alone ever again, a pain that Scott didn't know he had sealed and he cried thankfully. He greedily clung to it, the peace that was prayed for. The freedom from strife, guilt and hatred. The relief of never being alone. The security of being bonded. And the attachment of a bond, knowing he never had to detach out of fear. The pride and affection from a bond. And Scott frowned, this wasn't his. These feelings, they were …Derek's?
Scott eyes widened because he understood now, that was Derek's emotions. He smiled sadly, this meant so much to Derek, more than Scott could ever grasp but he could feel it.
Scott realized belatedly that the emptiness he had once felt was gone. He was bound, and bonded. That is what tying meant, basically meant to bond, to have an unfaltering link with your mate. He felt high, maybe he was floating.
It's funny, Scott never knew he was missing anything till Derek, he didn't know he wasn't unabridged.
The young lupine started to fidget. The longing was filled but Scott's still felt his heat and energy flaring around him. He was ready to go again, his arousal peaked. The adrenaline not at all calming when he came.
The knot lasted fifteen long, torturous minutes, moving would result in hurting Scott. So Derek licked at Scott's neck with his broad, textured tongue to kill time.
When it was safe, Derek pulled out of him, and Scott flustered wantonly. "Shh!" Derek hushes him, "I'm going to turn you over and we're going to go a few more times."
Dizzy and breathless, Scott nods, given that the coil of heat is still there, and his sanity is fleeting - the heat chasing it away-, a few more times sounds really good.
Derek rolls him over gently like he hadn't just fucked Scott raw, but Scott likes this position. He can stare into Derek's inhuman face, and watch his electrifying blue eyes ignite. Derek lies between his legs, spreading them widely.
Derek pressed his lips to Scott's cheek, just a touch, it was an innocent enough gesture however it was intimate and Scott grinned, his fangs paraded out over his lips happily. Derek slides in, much leisurelier this time in a way that Scott will be embarrassed for later. Though Scott's muscles both protested and accepted Derek's cock.
Derek nudges in shallowly, this time aiming for that spot, the before neglected wad of nerves. Scott bent his back, puling lightly at the attention. Derek keeps thrusting and Scott gets a delicious frisson of heat from this.
Derek runs his fingers down along the side of Scott's neck, making Scott's skin quiver. Derek's the only one who touches him there, the only one who's allowed. Scott forehead crinkles when Derek's eyes darkened, and his fingers drifted searchingly across his neck. They stopped on a fading bite mark, right where his neck and shoulder meet. Then Derek's sharp fangs protruded flagrantly from his gums. Scott was ready for this, the bite, he got to choose this.
The teen wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, preparing himself to steady for pain. His golden orbs gazed into Derek's afore displaying his neck. Derek licked the spot, mouthed at it and ran his fangs over sweltering skin. Derek drew back and snapped his jaws forward perfectly in place, his incisors dug in deep. Scott's toes curled, his claws hooked in Derek's back and he went taut; his eyes welled up with tears and he whimpered for Derek to pull away. Derek tongues slipped his way into the gashes, lapping it and humming.
Scott moaned vulnerably, it was agony and he felt lightheaded even more so. But Scott felt it, a snap in place, not wholly formed but just about. He was owned now for the world to see.
It was his turn.
And his instincts burnt at the thought, his fangs grew on their own as his eyes locked on Derek's unscathed skin above the neck. He didn't give a warning and he couldn't stop himself from doing it. It was too compelling. Scott's teeth ripped into Derek's throat, pulling a wounded roar from Derek. The shocked werewolf stilled because Scott was inexperience and his teeth dug right next to a vein, Scott didn't seem too eager to let go but when he did, he unlatched too nippily.
Derek clasped a hand over the wound, his eyes narrowed to slits and he growled, scolding his beta.
Scott eyes opened, they had closed in ecstasy from his frenzied black out when he bit Derek.
The bite sealed their bond, and it was a wonderful feeling, to be mated. He was tied to Derek in so many ways and maybe Stiles was right, this was a pledge.
Scott felt boundless to everything but Derek, his heart beat in chorus with Derek's. And Scott didn't have a care in the world, not for being underage, not for him being a werewolf and not for the dangers that followed him. He was liberated.
And as Scott's eager hips rocked back onto Derek's cock, he rambles on, saying he loves Derek over and over again. He comes clenching around Derek, knowing Derek isn't too far behind with his knot.
The third time, he rides Derek, straddling his hips and his claws left stinging welts on his alpha's chest.
The fourth time, he's being bended in half as Derek takes him.
The fifth time, he has a painful over-sensitivity and he went over the brink of endurance, his vision went dark and he gladly let it, feeling completely safe.
He comes to when something or someone noses at his hole. He says, "Give me a minute."
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Scott felt light well save for the heavy weight of Derek on his back. Scott figures he should allow Derek this, he knows he used Derek as a pillow way too many times as it is. It's cold and misty in the woods but the sunlight streaks through the tree openings at top. So he feels warm.
Scott sighs; he's very tender but incredibly sated. He feels at ease like a calm sea after a thunderstorm. He makes a face though, his mouth taste full with blood and he spits it out, making sure not to gag.
The weight on top of him rolls down, and Scott moves slowly to look at Derek, he's dreamily shocked at what he sees.
Derek's hair is messy, his face and body is incrusted with dirt, clomps of fur and dried blood. And Scott bets his face looks the same, he feels sticky and knows they reek but his nose doesn't seem to mind. His question of where the fur is from doesn't come forth when he looks at Derek's shoulder.
Scott ogles the damage on Derek's shoulder with wide eyes, it looks bad and Scott thought it would have sewed closed by now, "I did that," He says sluggishly. The bite Derek gave him was unerring, and Scott felt the pain of the one he gave Derek. "Jeez, I'm sorry."
Derek yawned, "I'm not." He reaches to touch Scott's cheek then peels off a leaf, and his hand comes back to rest on the same spot, "You're a messy eater." Derek sighs pensively, thumbing at the edge of Scott's mouth.
Scott frowns, "What?"
Derek indicated behind him; Scott turned and crowded back into Derek's chest, a little confused and taken aback. A bear? When did they?
"It seemed prudent to let you indulge yourself." Derek says.
Derek thumbs at his bite mark and Scott jolted backward, trying to get away and trying to get closer. He settled with just leaning.
He remembered after blacking out, his energy afterward was frustratingly chipper. He was playful, and he pulled at Derek's ear with demure, small nips, urging Derek to chase him. Derek did and caught him a bunch of times. They found the bear later, it put up a fight but it was nowhere near strong enough for this pack.
But Scott remembered something else; he told Derek he loved him over and over again. His face went red as a tomato.
Derek laughed next to his ear, his breath tickling the inside of Scott's ear, "Hmm, you're embarrassed. Why?"
Scott didn't hesitate with saying it, "I love you."
"I know. You kept repeating it last night." Derek got closer as if it was possible, "Over and over again."
His cheeks burned bright, "Yea well I had to get it out." Derek shifted and Scott continues, "I wanted to tell you a while ago but … Kate." He shook his head, shaking the poisonous word from his tongue, "So then I had to make my own conclusions, I thought you would say I was too young or maybe you wouldn't feel the same or you weren't ready and I-"
"I love you, Scott."
Scott resumed on for a sec, "And then Jackson said I was your bitch and I - wait, what?"
"I love you. You are my family, my pack but above all my mate." Derek smiled at the look on Scott's face, "And yet somehow you mean more than those words, you confuse me, anger me, excite me and I still… I've never done this, forgive me if I'm a little resistant."
Scott grinned, "Oh." He thought about what Derek said.
But Derek broke his train of thought, "Who said you were my bitch?"
"Huh?"
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They spent the next days together, both needy and clingy. And Scott sleeps a lot, he's sore and tired but it's okay because he has this sense of belonging that Derek tells him is what being in a pack is. It's delightful and he loves it.
Scott gets it now, it is definitely unwise to be apart because Derek went outside briefly to deal with the familar sound of a certain jeep's engine rumbling, and Scott felt like Derek left the earth. And there was this stretch to their newly formed bond, so he whined really loud, signaling that he was not okay.
Right now, he sprawled across Derek's back and he's twirling the cellphone between his fingers. He's been practicing, trying to word his words carefully.
He calls his mom when Derek tells him to stop stalling. She is pissed. He ends up apologizing again and again but she doesn't accept them. He tells her he's in town and he'll be back home on Saturday, she seems to ease just a smidge when he tells her that. She doesn't want to hang up and he says, "I love you, mom. I do. No please don't cry, I'm going to call during your lunch break, okay? I'm sorry. I'll see you later." Saying goodbye would just start her crying again.
He hears Derek's muffled voice, "She'll forgive you, Scott."
"I hope so." Suddenly, he's hungry, "You know this going to take a while getting used to. I'm hungry because you're hungry and I just ate. If I don't categorize our emotions, I'm going to end up in a mental institute." He fondles at the bite on Derek's shoulder, a dark blemish contrasting with Derek's skin. "Will it ever heal?" His own bite is still present.
Derek manages to shrug even with Scott on his back, "I don't want it to."
Scott growls hungrily, "Are you going to eat? Because you're making me feel like I'm starving."
Derek shifts, rising and toppling Scott in the process, he maneuvers so Scott is pulled under him, "Different type of hunger."
Scott wriggled, "Oh, um I'm still sore, I'm barely healing." Then as an afterthought, Scott blurts, "You don't have to check down there again."
"Fine. It's going to take a while to heal besides I am content with kissing you."
"Yea?"
"Yes." Derek presses his lips to Scott's.
Scott is content too, he's connected to Derek. He knew this would all work out and he smiles faintly and thinks something finally went his way. He couldn't think of being mated with anyone else but Derek, and every part of him, human and wolf knew this was right. This is what he was missing, this bond to Derek. A touch turned into a bite and a bite left him marked as Derek's. Wow, totally worth it.
Scott pressed back into the kiss.
Whoo! Happy to get this done. Okay so, I'm doing the dinner scene as the next and possibly last chapter because that would be teasing you if I didn't. Besides I really want to write it, it's going to show how things are between our two fav. werewolves. Just wanted to thank a few of my reviewers who always review. And even if your name isn't on here I still want to thank you, kay. No particular order.
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