Name: Kainan Ellwood

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Wand: 11", Apple, Demiguise hair & Hippogriff talon.

Occupation: Study of Magical Beasts and Beings Professor

at Patronus Academy.

Most Personal Desires:

1. To be seen as a man, not a werewolf.


Letting out a deep yawn, Kainan rose from his small bed. His shack was just outside of the castle, away from everyone else. He preferred it that way, and he figured that everyone else would, too. Rubbing his eyes, his knuckles were bruised and scabbed. It just so happened that two nights before had been a full moon, and his last transformation had been a little rough. He still had bags under his eyes. Kainan - er, that is, Professor Ellwood - pulled on his shirt as he went along, tidying up his little room.

He was still finding it hard to believe that he was a professor. Most of the times he actually forgot, especially when he was away from the school. He was so used to being the undercover Order member, trying to get as much information from the werewolves and vampires as he could. Now his assignment was just as dangerous - teenagers. His Krup, Jack, lay at the foot of the bed, eying him as if to ask, What the hell are you looking at? Jack had personality, that was for sure. Wrapping himself up in his winter coat, Kainan rubbed his arms as he stepped out into the cold. It was winter now, and beginning to get chilly. His favorite kind of weather. Jack popped up, following him briskly. Even though he may have had the worst attitude, his dog was incredibly obedient when it came down to it. After all, Kainan was the Alpha. While the grounds of Patronus Academy were beautiful, they soon found themselves walking down the streets of Eternael. Maybe he might stop at the bookstore and say hello to Elisabeth Ryder, who was always glad for company, but her bookstore was closed for the day. That was odd... Maybe there was an Order meeting with just her, Victor, and Aurelia? That wasn't too unusual, but something didn't sit right with him about the bookstore being closed. Turning away, he was so distracted that he bumped into someone accidentally. A young woman. She looked at least eighteen, maybe she was one of the locals?

"Ah, sorry... 'bout that," she said, smiling apologetically. Always one to pick up small details, Kain noticed something was off about the way her face looked up at him, but he couldn't place it. She was certainly pretty, with dark brown hair and dark eyes, but everything about her screamed tomboy. She didn't wear anything low cut or revealing, or anything even mildly 'designer,' and he found that he liked her already.

That when he heard Jack bark. The silly creature had always liked girls over boys, which was odd considering he was 'owned' by one, though owned was really the proper word. Jack had found him when Kain was just a kid, and like most other animals he had been attracted to him. Most animals liked Kainan, especially horses. Horses took to him like knots to a log, and Kainan couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it. His love for animals was often understated, but it was a small advantage for a heavy disadvantage. He'd trade in his affinity for animals for a normal life any day, but for now he wasn't complaining, especially considering it had given him a job, a roof over his head, and a guaranteed meal every night. And Jack liked him, so he ought to be pretty grateful, eh? And he seemed to like this girl as well. He seemed to like her more than he had ever liked any other girl Kain met.

"Ah, this is Jack. Dont' worry, he won't bite, He actually seems to really like you. Wish I could say the same about m'self," Kain said, grinning lopsidedly as he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm Kainan, by the way," he introduced himself. But that was where he stopped. Being a werewolf, it was hard to 'make friends' when everyone was terrified of him. If she knew who he was, she would know what he was. After all, he was on the Werewolf Registry. If she wanted to befriend him, it would have to be on her terms, he had long ago realized. A grin was all he could give her as he watched Jack vie for her attention.

Kain watched Jack beg the poor girl for attention, but his eyes soon shifted. He couldn't help it - she was striking, and he was a man. He found her very attractive, but of course he would never act on these feelings. Kainan knew, like a dog that had been hit hard across the nose, what he was not allowed to do. He was not allowed to touch people, nor was he allowed to have any kind of manly feelings towards any woman. Not without their express permission. Sure he had dated several women, and even a few werewolves, but it was always so hard to keep them going with his position, and he was far too dedicated to the Order to be dedicated to any girl. But there was always something to be said about so-called 'dog people.' He noticed that the people who were friendliest and open with him were those considered to be dog people, as odd as it sounded. This girl, he could tell, was a dog person. Kain's grin remained for a moment as he watched Jack try to play with her, just as desperate for female attention as Kain was.

"Sawyer. Pleasure," she introduced herself. He shook her hand, listening as she added, "And how do you know he doesn't like you? He sticks by you, doesn't he? That must mean he's fond of you, at least on some level, even if he doesn't show it all the time." Kainan couldn't help it - for the first time all month, he let out a laugh. It was a little raw, but the light in his eyes was plain to see. He had never been very good at hiding his feelings anyhow.

"Maybe he likes me. I really think we're just two poor mutts with some things in common. Except, I'm pretty sure he gets more girls than I do," he said, obviously joking with her. The look she gave him, of course, made him smirk. She wasn't buying it at all.

"Two poor mutts, eh? And I find that hard to believe," she shot back, their gazes locking for a moment. Her eyes were dark, stunning. Inwardly, he winced. Nice choice of wording, you dimwit.

His face became more serious for a moment as he added, "Most of the time I think he sticks by me for the same reason I stick by him. We don't really have anyone else," he explained, attempting a smile. Yet there was a sadness in his eyes for a moment as he locked gazes with the dog. He and Jack had a good sense of communication - people were awed at the things that Kain could tell him to do and he would be obeyed, but most others didn't wonder about what made their bond so special.

He looked back to the girl and was almost caught completely off guard by her bright smile. It was so much different than what he had seen when he had first bumped into her, but that was the kind of effect that Jack had on some girls. Like a magnet, he was. Too bad the girls payed more attention to Jack. "Do you live here? I don't think I've seen you around before..." she asked. Ah, so she was a local. Kainan leaned against a lamppost, Jack sniffing their feet and keeping a solid 'lookout.'

"Yeah, I'm new to the area, though I'm familiar with a few people. Just trying to get a lay of the land, I s'pose," he admitted, looking around Eternael.

Of course she was curious, so he shouldn't have been surprised when she asked, "What few people?" Kain grinned.

"Such as Elisabeth Ryder, she owns the bookstore over there, along with her fiance, Victor." Names she would recognize. Elisabeth was in every week's paper for charity work, and Victor was the understood leader of the Order. Maybe she came from a Muggle family, and didn't know much about this kind of thing. "Just a few people here and there." Okay, maybe he was showing off just a bit. Nothing got quite the amount of attention as it did when you told a girl you were a part of the Resistance.

"Victor Hughes?" she asked, and Kainan nodded.

"The one. Or at least I hope to Merlin there are only one of him," he said, grinning. He was kidding, of course. Victor had faith in him, more than most of the others did.

"Nice," she said, impressed. This gave him a bit of satisfaction, but that wasn't why he had joined the Order when he was seventeen. He had joined because of his taste for revenge, vengeance. What some people would call 'the wrong reasons' but they were all he really knew.

"It's a beautiful town," he stated. And then, because he couldn't help but get himself in trouble, he asked, "Would you mind taking a walk with me? Or, us really." Maybe he was attracted to her. What was the harm in that? Oh, yeah, that's right. You're a werewolf, dumbass.

Maybe it was a change of subject, but he really wanted to take a walk with this girl. She was turning out to be different from the girls he saw at PA, a refreshing burst of energy. Not to mention there was something about that he found intoxicating. At first he thought that she would turn him down, but the smile on her face gave her away. "Not at all, not at all," she replied, and a grin quickly washed over Kain's face. She shoved her hands into her pockets, and he could tell that she was freezing.

The first thing that popped into his mind, of course, was to offer her his jacket. It was the right thing to do, and it wasn't like he needed it anyway. Werewolves always ran at least five or six degrees hotter than everyone else - it was why they healed so quickly. Shrugging off his thick leather jacket, he held it out for her to take. "Here, you're freezing. I couldn't live with myself if I let you carry on like this. Take it, I don't need it anyway. I don't get cold," he said, a charming grin across his face. Jack barked at him, of course, like he always did when he knew Kain was trying to be smooth with a girl. She accepted it, though, and they continued on with their walk.

"Thanks..." she said to him, to which he shook his head. It wasn't a thing at all. However her smile quickly turned on him as she said, "And I just bet you don't." Another laugh escaped his throat, and he looked at her.

"Oh, don't worry. It's not me we have to be worried about," he shot back, allowing himself this small, playful banter. He was allowed to have a little bit of fun, wasn't he?

"So, Kain... what's your thing?" He froze instantly. Only his feet kept moving. After posing the question, she looked at him from the corners of her eyes, waiting curiously to see his reaction, as well as hear his answer if he understood her meaning.

"Uh," he said, his brows furrowing. My thing? "I, uh, my thing?" he asked, but soon reason hit him, and he broke out into a bark-like laughter. "Ah, I see. My thing? I'm good with animals," he told her, and then after a pause, "Not so great with people." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked on, looking straight ahead for a moment before looking back to her. Even though he had been very serious when he told her he wasn't so great with people, she burst into laughter. Okay, maybe he wasn't 'not so great' with her, but for some reason, she was proving to be the exception.

"Oh, good one. Very funny. But you seem to be doing fine with me, and you sound like you get along with Mr. Hughes and the gang, so I don't believe that, either."

Kainan only let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah, well I don't meet many girls like you. And Jack likes you, so it's okay. In regards to 'the gang'," he said, pausing a moment, choosing his words carefully, "Well, I'm not exactly like the rest of them. Different, I guess you could say." Yeah. And a freak, Kainan added mentally.

"What do you mean?" she asked rather quickly, which - while it was a normal response - took his by surprise. His mouth opened for a second, and he was about to reply when she cut him off. "Nevermind, you don't have to answer that." At her words, Kainan quickly closed his mouth.

"Why? What's your thing?" he had asked her in return.

She obviously wasn't expecting the same question back, but she had an answer rather quickly. "Figuring people out. Well, either that, or Quidditch. Take your pick." Ah. Wonderful. That was just what he needed - someone figuring him out.

"I pick Quidditch," he told her, the left side of his mouth twisting into a half smile. She began to walk in front of him, going backward. It was all he could do to watch out for her and listen to what she was saying. Sawyer half-smiled back at him, something that he decided should be illegal.

"Oh? That couldn't possibly be because you don't want me to figure you out, now could it?" Before he could stop himself, Kain let out a laugh, giving Jack a fright. The mutt was following on his heels, right between the two as if he were their chaperon.

"Something like that. If you want to try to figure me out, feel free to. I get the feeling you won't be guessing," he said with a wink.

It wasn't a secret in the Order that he was a werewolf - in fact, it was something that Victor had always counted on. (Others, however, were not so excited about his 'condition.') He'd been doing undercover work with werewolf packs all across the nation since he was seventeen, and this was one of his first assignments that didn't involve his transformations. Now, of course, he took the Wolfsbane potion every month, just in case he should get out of his hut and come across another student. With the potion, his dementia was gone, and he was able to recognize others. A harmless werewolf. There were rumors that someone had created a cure for the bite, as long as it was taken within twenty-four hours of exposure, but that was no help to him at all. For now, he was reduced to hiding in the shadows, and the odd jobs that the Order could get him. Kainan wasn't going to lie to her. In fact, a part of him wanted to tell her, so that she would know what she was about to get herself into. It wasn't like it was a big secret or anything, he was registered and everything. But it still wasn't something he liked to tell people. But if they kept up this flirting, he'd have to tell her. He'd been with plenty of women who left him simply because he didn't tell them soon enough. Even if he never saw her again, which was entirely possible, he didn't want to run the risk of hurting her.

What's your... favorite thing to do, and why?" she asked him, as if it were some kind of game they were playing. Not that he minded, of course.

"What is this, twenty questions?" he couldn't help but ask, but his face clearly told her that he would answer anyway. For a moment, he paused. Just then, he noticed that the sidewalk behind her was about to end. As she stepped off of it backwards, he didn't have to look at the shock on her face to know that she was going down. His reflexes kicked in within a split second, and he had caught her faster than almost anyone could have possibly. His arms had gone around her, holding her torso up so that she wouldn't fall. Jack barked noisily.

"Being there for people. That's my favorite thing," he told her, their eyes locked.

Her reply was breathless, leaving him wanting to just hold her there. How long had it been since he had held someone? Ages, it felt like now. "You're good at it." Jack's bark seemed to snap her out of whatever she had been in, and he helped her back up into a standing position before things could get awkward.

"C'mon before you decapitate yourself," he said, turning the corner.

"Very funny," he heard her murmur.

"And what's your favorite thing to do?" he asked in return, not hiding the mirth behind his eyes. Only now, he let himself walk a little bit closer to her. Just in case she should fall again.

"Keeping people on their toes," was her terribly quick reply. Between her smirk and his own mirth, he couldn't help but grin his lopsided grin. "You know, if you wanted me to hold you, all you had to do was ask. I mean, you don't have to literally fall head over heels for me."

Sawyer's laughter rang in his ears, and he couldn't say he didn't enjoy the sound every time he heard it. "But asking would have been much too easy. Gotta spice things up somehow, right?" she replied quickly, raising those eyebrows at him. Her eyes sparkled with the conversation.

"You just have to make things hard on me, don't you?" Kain asked, nudging her with his elbow.

"My turn again." Uh oh. Kainan's pace slowed, and Jack began to wander off in search of some rats to chase. "How did you managed to catch me so fast? Do we just chalk it up to quick reflexes, or... is there something I'm missing here?" Well, it was a fair question. Kainan came to a stop, leaning against the next block's light pole, facing her. His hands went in his pockets once more, and he breathed deeply, searching for the right words. This was why talking to humans was so hard for him, there were too many words. With animals, most of it was silence.

Kainan looked away for a moment, but met her eyes squarely. "There's really no easy way to say this," he began, his voice quieter now. "So maybe it's best if I just... well, say it." One more pause. Why was this so damn hard? Was it because he actually liked this girl, and didn't want to see her try to find a way to get herself off the hook? For the excuses, the rejection?

"The thing that makes me different is that I," he finally said, "am a werewolf."

Kain knew that if she hadn't asked now, she would have asked him eventually. There was no hiding things like this unless you were serious about keeping it a secret. Kain had too much on the line to keep it to himself. His eyes watched her face carefully as he began to tell her. As the word came out, she seemed to be shocked, as if she hadn't been expecting it at all. Maybe she hadn't thought of it. Most people had never met a werewolf before they met him, only hearing stories about Fenrir and his terrible acts, seeing his picture in old Wanted posters.

"Well... that sure explains a lot," she said, and Kainan looked away, bracing himself. Taking a deep breath, he waited for her to say something along the lines of, "Well, I really should get going now. It was good to meet you." However, the next words out of her mouth took him by complete surprise. "And it's actually pretty cool." For a moment he could only stare at her, wondering if she was okay in the head. The only people who had ever been excited to learn that he was a werewolf were the scientists at the Conservatory, and other werewolves. And he would most definitely know if she was a werewolf.

"Cool?" he asked, his mouth opening to reply but nothing else would come out. Finally, the corners of his lips twisted up, and a laugh escaped him. "You're mental, you know that? Yeah?" he said, jokingly of course, but she just laughed. Kainan was going to get as many of those out of her as he possibly could.

"Yeah. I am." And of course, she agreed with him. He couldn't explain it, but a thousand butterflies had been set loose in his stomach, and he suddenly had a burst of energy.

"You're crazy. But it's okay. Because now I can tell you exactly what I think you are and there's nothing to stop me," he told her, taking a step closer. The smile on his face could not be contained. Kainan couldn't remember being just this happy in quite a long time.

"That was stopping you? Tsk, tsk," she scolded him playfully.

"Well of course it was bloody stopping me. You can't just go around telling girls everything and not have them know. Most of the time, it ends disastrously. It holds me back from a lot of things, girl," he said, wanting to add but not anymore.

"Is that so?" she shot back at him, bringing a laugh to his throat.

"Yes, actually," he confirmed, taking a small step closer to her.

Sawyer's smirk drove him crazy in the best way possible. "Well, speaking of telling everything, you don't look half bad, you know."

Half bad?" Kainan asked, raising an eyebrow as he tried to hold back his grin.

"Downright handsome, actually." So she thought he was attractive. And that his lyncropanthy was 'cool'. He'd certainly found a keeper, that was for sure. He was feeling high as a cloud, but his body was sent on alert when she took that last step forward. She smiled, and his heart leaped.

Yes, this girl must have put a spell on him. Because he was hooked.