*Sonics P.O.V* Ch. 2

I honestly couldn't blame Tails for running, I must have been quite the sight to see!We had all thought I would never again return to this form after Chip and Dark Gaia had been sealed back away into the planets core, but I knew otherwise. I could feel it, shifting and growing just beneath the surface. It had become a part of me, and I accepted it easily as I could feel no dark intentions growing from it.

In fact, it helped me settle some issues I had been having for a while now, and release a bit of my emotions that I used to keep tightly locked away in the back of my mind. I was both a Hedgehog and a Werehog now, coexisting in balance within one form. I loved the unbridled freedom that came with the merge.

Amy...Amy Rose. Just her name made me feel lighter than the winds and a smile want to form on my face. When she wasn't acting like a crazed fangirl, she was the sweetest, cutest girl in the world to me, and one day I was going to make her my mate. Though...I wasn't going to let on that I was...I wanted some peace, thank you!

Tails...ah Tails...my adorable, sweet, and innocent little brother who I was currently having to chase down. He was so young, so small, more so now that I was in my Werehog form. I had found and...pretty much adopted the kid when he was only 4 years old, far to young to be on his own. I did my best to raise him, and he melded in pretty well with my fast paced life style and crime-fighting. But I always regretted that he was forced to grow up so quickly like I was, and as I grew more accustomed to the merge with the Werehog inside I began to see him more as family than as I did before. If our ages weren't so close together, I'd dare say he was like my own child in a sense. He was my small, baby brother and despite how strong he always was, I knew how fragile he truly was...he was mine...My little brother...and Egghead was going to be getting another visit once I made sure Tails knew exactly where he belonged.

When I had found out he had been taken, it was hell on Mobius for me. It was like when my brother and sister, Manic and Sonia, had been kidnapped when we were children so long ago ourselves. They were none the wiser that I had ran off to rescue Tails by myself. They were residing temporarily up on Angel Island with Knux and our mother, Queen Aleena, while our proper home was being rebuilt. They knew nothing of this form, and I planned to keep it that way. I don't think Mobius was ready for a crown Prince with a wild side like mine.

My mind seethed again as I thought about what I found when I went to save Tails from the Doctor. The encroaching night had allowed my initial transformation into the Werehog fueled more by my instincts and emotions, but when I saw the doctor in front of his computer, with vials of blood from the kit and data on the screen from what he had been doing...I lost it completely. I saw red. I was both Werehog...and Dark.

I ran mostly on instincts, and if the doctor wasn't a genius in his own right, his dead body would be hanging from my jaws in pieces right now instead of escaping to some other hidden base he had built, alive. I've never wanted to kill anyone before...but seeing him with the vials that I just knew was Tail's blood and from what I could understand on the screen behind him, well...instinct kicked in.

All I wanted...no...needed to do was gather my little brother close and protect him, hold him and care for him like I should have been doing all of his short life and protecting him from everything. If I could I would tuck him away in the safest place I could find and guard him, but even I knew that was -slightly- crazy and extreme.

But he was afraid of me, I could almost taste his terror in the air as I gave chase just as I could smell the tendrils of blood from his form and hear his small, whimpering cries. I could have caught him within seconds, but the run helped me to ease out of my rage that wanted me to hunt down Eggman and finish the job. I had tried to call out to him, but with my Werehog body being influenced by my negative feelings that had yet to disburse due to my rage completely, it came out as nothing but growls, barks, and howls.

At last I couldn't take it any more as I heard his cry, the smell of fresh blood from his wounds casing me to speed up and within seconds, was upon his tiny body with it pinned beneath my hands. The storm raging around us becoming nothing more than background noise.

*3rd Person P.O.V*

Tails cried out as the large Werehog finally pounced on him, pinning his small body beneath its own on the cold, wet, and unforgiving forest floor. He screamed, thrashed, and struggled in his weakened state against the larger body as his arm throbbed in excruciating pain along with his tails, pinned awkwardly to his sides as his belly scratched against the rocks and twigs of the ground. Tails could feel the mud and grime seeping into his soaked fur, making the many lacerations burn.

He couldn't form words, the terror to great. Was he going to die by the hands of his own big brother, now a monster? The Werehog was bigger than he remembered, now Tails looked much like a toddler against its heaving mass and that realization scared the kit even more.

As he turned his head, bleary and tear and terror stricken eyes trying to see the Werehog holding him down, the soft growling making his body shudder, he suddenly screamed. The Werehog was lowering its large muzzle down to him, jaws open and showing off everyone of its needle sharp fangs.

"S-Sonic! P-Please! D-Don't do this! Don't kill me!" Tails sobbed out, as he felt the teeth grazing the back of his neck. He felt Sonic hesitate, before the growls deepened again in almost an angry fashion. Tails squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting the terrible pain he was sure to come...only to find himself being picked up by the scruff of his neck.

Sonic got on all fours, much like a wolf would as he held Tails securely in his jaws, though he was careful not to puncture the already weakened skin. Up close he could see all the damage that had been done to the sweet child, and his body rumbled in rage. He would never let something like this happen to the child again, not under his care. Past the smell of blood and tears from the quivering body he held, he could smell the terror seeping off of the soaked little body escalating, and Sonic eased his growls to a more comforting rumble.

Using his keen eyes with almost perfect night vision, along with his senses, Sonic sped off to find a place for him and the kit to rest and recuperate. The night was still long away from ending, and the storm didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon.