So I've been feeling really… down lately, and so this might not be the best.

I tried though. If only that was enough.

Updated: 05/19/2014

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Tommy walked in a daze around Pleasantville that night, not understanding what he was feeling. He could almost swore he heard a nagging voice in the back of his mind saying 'I told you so', but he was sure he was imagining that. He shook his head and wolfed out, running around like that, letting the fresh air hopefully clear his mind some.

He found himself changing course though and going to the Goth's house. He understood what Merton was to the wolf, but he didn't want that – Merton was his buddy, that was all. But yet, the wolf was struggling to get into control to go see him. With effort, he pulled away from the alluring scent of the Goth's house and turned, running into the forest.

He felt the wolf struggling with each step he took, but he still carried on. He was not going to let some love-sick wolf side of him take over. No, Tommy Dawkins was stronger than that.

At least, he thought so. The wolf though, he was getting angry at Tommy for keeping him and Merton apart.

He didn't want to do this, but he didn't have a choice – Tommy would have to learn the hard way that he and Merton would be together.

No matter what.

With an angry push, the wolf came forward, knocking Tommy into the back of his thoughts; with a joyful howl, he ran into the woods, ready to show Tommy what a wolf was capable of when it didn't have its mate.

…

Merton heard a low howl echo in the forest outside of town. He looked out his window, feeling the urge to go out there and find Tommy, to make sure he was okay.

Instead, he closed his window and pulled the black curtains closed, ignoring both the pained wolf and his heart.

Even though the wolf wanted him, he would not do that.

Grabbing a book on some random supernatural topic, he lied down on his bed and waited for sleep to come to him.

…

The wolf snarled as his claws ripped through flesh, spilling blood on the ground as he sunk his teeth into the warm gooey flesh in his hands. With a satisfied growl, he ripped it apart even more before he tossed it down, going to the next mound of shivering flesh that was waiting for him.

With a howl, he pounced, spilling more blood onto the ground and himself.

He hoped, when he was done here, that Tommy would get the point.

Otherwise, it would only get worse from here.

He would do what was necessary.

Even if the jock didn't like it.

…

Tommy winced as bright sunlight streamed into his face, blinding him. He rolled over, groping for his blanket to pull over his head.

But instead of the fabric of his bed, he felt moist ground.

His eyes snapped open and he sat up, horrified at what he saw.

Scattered around him were dead animal carcasses and dried blood. He looked down at his clothes, seeing them ripped to shreds, blood soaking him to his skin. His hands were caked in the blood and flesh of the animals, and with a shivering thought, he knew.

He had done this.

This was absolute carnage.

How could he do this?

He wasn't evil! He couldn't even hurt a fly! He was the good guy – he walked little older ladies across the street and fought evil-doers.

How could he hurt these innocent animals?

"Merton," he whispered to himself, getting up and staring at the blood and gore around him. "Merton will know."

With his mind settled on getting to the Goth, he turned and fled, leaving the wreckage behind him.

…

Merton was jerked awake by the incessant pounding on the door to his Lair. Standing up, he shuffled to the door, letting the anxious Jock in. Only when he finished rubbing his eyes did he see how shook up and what a mess Tommy was.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, stepping forward as if to look for any wounds that could explain the mess.

"I lost control of the wolf last night," he muttered, pacing, leaving a trail of blood and mud on the Goth's floor. "I woke up in the woods, looking like this, and there were… there were dead animals there man. I killed at least a dozen innocent animals last night. Why would I do this? Why would the wolf do this?" Merton was silent as he stared at the spazzing Jock.

"You need a shower. Good thing you started keeping clothes over here in case you got dirty in the night," is all he said, going to get Tommy some clean clothes and a towel. When he came back, he had his thinking face on. Tommy was still freaking out, but Merton had a theory – setting down Tommy's stuff, he raised a hand and put it on Tommy's shoulder.

Immediately, the Jock quieted own and closed his eyes, a look of peace coming over his face.

"How'd you do that buddy?"

"Let me talk to the wolf." Instantly, Tommy wolfed out and the wolf was staring at Merton, waiting.

"Mate."

"Why did you do that?"

"Like I said before. Without you, I am liable to hurt something. We were lucky it was just animals and not people."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I did. Tommy will see." Before Merton could reply, he saw Tommy staring at him, eyes solemn now. Merton didn't move his hand from the Jock's shoulder. Instead, he slowly moved his fingers up until he was playing with the fine hair at the back of Tommy's neck. Tommy let out a content growl and smiled at Merton, a look of understanding crossing his face.

"I'm gonna go shower."

"Okay." Merton watched Tommy go before he began to clean up the mess he made, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

The wolf was turning more violent the longer he was without Merton.

And by the look on Tommy's face, he might be beginning to understand.

And where did that leave Merton?

Confused on where they stood with each other.

He would just have to wait though – whatever Tommy decided, he would stand by his side, whether it was as his mate or his friend.

…

So, they're kinda beginning to accept it.

Yay right?

I hope ya'll liked it.

Thanks for reading & see ya'll soon.

-JustMe133