Updated: Monday 4/09/2023


Chapter 2: Years Go By


Oliver spent his summers in Gascony with the young Pup he had saved. They always eagerly greeted each other every time Oliver arrived and once or twice Charles and his parents and Brother made the journey to Oliver's place.

Charles loved Oliver like another Brother who he looked up to and adored. Oliver and Charles Brother Alexandre Junior taught the young Pup all they knew and in time Oliver's Brother Thomas joined them.

The four of them got up to so much mischief that it both amused and exasperated them.

As they grow Charles would often in wolf form cuddle up to Oliver to sleep during the night.

"He adores you more than he does me", Alexandre Junior jokes shaking his head as his cute baby brother curled up into Oliver's side.

Oliver looks at the sleeping pup and then at his friend.

"You don't mind, do you?" Oliver asks him.

Alexandre shakes his head.

"No, I don't. He will find out that having two overprotective Older Brothers annoying", Alexandre tells him amused.

Oliver lets out a barking laugh.

"Yes, that is going to go down so well!" Oliver agrees.


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When D'Artagnan was 5, he and Oliver were exploring the woods for a while. Charles's parents wanted him to worn out because he has been hyper for several days. Oliver offered quickly to babysit his Brother Pup.

They had ran and played for hours.

"Ollie my paws hurt", Charles whines at him.

Oliver nuzzles him and lies down.

"Climb on Kiddo. I'll carry you home", he says to the tired Pup.

Charles careful jumps on Oliver's back and snuggles into his Brothers fur. Oliver careful gets up making sure Charles had a good position on his back before he starts walking.

Oliver could feel his Pup relax on his back.

"Love you Ollie", the sleepy Charles whispers.

"I love you too", Oliver replies.

"Will you ever leave me?" Charles asks him.

"Never. You'll always have me, nothing can change that, no matter what happens I'll always be your Big Brother and protect you"

Oliver didn't know but those words, were words he would come to break in a few years…


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"Ollie! Ollie! You're finally here!" a 6-Year-Old Charles crows running towards him in human form.

Oliver chuckles and catches the excited boy.

"Have you been good while I have been away?" Oliver asks him.

Charles nods with a toothy grin.

"I think my canine teeth are coming in!" he says.

Oliver chuckles knowing that couldn't be possible until he was a teen.

Isabella D'Artagnan walks in and smiles softly.

"Sorry he pounced on you Oliver. He has been excited all week for your arrival. I could barely get him to turn human", Isabella tells him.

"It is no problem, Madame. I don't mind", Oliver replies.

"Can we go out and play Mama? Please!" Charles begs.

Isabella rolls her eyes fondly.

"Oliver might want to rest after his journey baby", Isabella tells him.

"I'll be fine Madame. Is there anything I should know?" Oliver asks.

"No. Just make sure he gets some sleep. Charles you're not to stray far from Oliver, alright?" Isabella tells him firmly.

"Yes Mama"

"Yes Madame", Oliver says at the same time.

Isabella smiles kindly at the 15-Year-Old. She had trusted him since he bought her youngest back home.

Oliver takes Charles's hand and they walk through the village. It was always drilled into werewolves the meaning of secrecy. That they had to change out of sight of humans.

So, Oliver guides the jumping and excited Pup out.

"Careful Little One you don't want to change too early", Oliver murmurs.

Charles settles down with a serious look and Oliver chuckles at how adorable that made the boy.

They come to the forest and Oliver guides them after into the trees. He looks around to make sure that no humans were around and he sniffs the air to double check.

"Ok let's change!" Oliver says smiling.

Their bodies begin to convulses as they let their wolves come out. They felt the familiar sensation of their bones twisting, turning and transforming. Their fingers turn into long claws and their toes turn into claws. Their teeth sharpen and Oliver's canines come out.

They exploded forward and was on all four.

Oliver was larger than a normal wolf. His coat black with gold flecks. His canines were also longer than a normal wolf and his claws sharper as well. His eyes were the only human part of him that stayed the same crystal blue.

Charles was light silver with white flecks. His fur shorter and his true flecks of colour not coming in yet. His adorable chocolate brown eyes brimming in excitement.

"Shall we run?" Oliver asks him.

Charles doesn't answer but runs off laughing. Oliver shakes his head and races after him. Catching up within seconds as his legs were longer then Charles.

Oliver gently playfully pushes the excitable pup and he rolls over he gets right back up growling cutely and goes to pounce on Oliver.

Oliver playfully 'allows' the Pup the push him over. Making the Pup believe he had managed to drop him.

"Got you! Got you Ollie!" Charles exclaims excitedly.

"Yes, you did", Oliver 'agrees'.

They playfully tumble around. Oliver knowing to pull back his strength as not to hurt the kid. As Charles gets on his back Oliver playfully shakes him off making him tumble and pout.

"Come and get me Little One!" Oliver calls laughing and starts to run slowly.

Charles runs as fast as he could to catch up to his 'brother/friend'.

But suddenly stops making Charles run into him. Oliver smell's company. And the scent had the smell of a Mongrel. A basically crazy werewolf.

"Ollie?" Charles asks nervously.

He smelt the scent but he didn't know what it was. As he never encountered a Mongrel Werewolf before having been protected by his Pack.

"Charles hide in those bushes behind me like the first time we met! Try and be quiet! Don't come out till I say and stay behind me!" Oliver orders, knowing even those first measures the Mongrel would probably still notice him.

Charles had frozen confused.

"Charles now!" Oliver orders.

Charles dashes into the bushes as a ragged werewolf comes out of the trees. His fur mangy and he was frothing at the mouth. His eyes were amber and crazing looking.

Oliver's snarls violently.

"Leave Mongrel. And you'll live", Oliver warns him.

As Mongrel werewolves needed to be put down or the risked exposure. Oliver had only killed one Mongrel before with the help of his Pack.

Now he would be standing alone. But he HAD to protect Charles. Besides he learnt fighting from the very best of his Pack.

They charge at each other a mass of teeth and claws. Viciously tearing at each other. Teeth dug into each other and so do their claws.

Terrifying the Young Pup. He never seen this much violence before.

The Mongrel throws Oliver away dazing him and the Mongrel stalks towards Charles licking its lips. Oliver shakes off the stunning blow seeing Charles in danger. He leaps up and smashes into the Mongrel and sinks his teeth into its neck. And with a sharp twist breaks the Mongrels neck and it collapsed on the ground dead.

Oliver pants and winces in pain from his injuries but he had to check on Charles.

"Little One it's safe", Oliver calls softly.

Charles peaks his head out of the bushes and slowly makes his way to Oliver who had collapsed onto the ground. Charles nuzzles him and whines in worry.

"Ollie", he whines, "Hurt?"

"It's ok Charles. I'll be fine", Oliver says softly, "We need to get back"

"You need food to heal", Charles whines.

Before Oliver could do anything, Charles dashes off.

"Charles!" Oliver shouts and tries to get up.

But he couldn't after a short amount of time Werewolves rush into the area.

"Oliver! Are you ok?" Alexandre II Senior asks urgently.

"Where is Charles?" Alexandre III asks worried about his son.

"He…", Oliver starts but was interrupted by the boy himself.

Carrying a rabbit.

Everyone was shocked this was the Pups first kill and normally the Pups didn't hunt for a couple more years. And they hadn't even let the Pup on a Hunt.

Charles looked proud and drops the dead rabbit at Oliver's paws.

"Here Ollie. Will this help?" The Pup asks

That had everyone stunned.

Oliver looked at the Pup and just knew Charles was destined for great things…


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At 21 Oliver and Charles 7. Oliver came to the D'Artagnan farm to see a human gentleman talking to the D'Artagnan's while Charles was sitting on that man's lap.

Charles looks up sending and smelling Oliver and jumps from the man's lap and running for him.

Oliver scoops him up and hugs him tight. He knew he arrived late this year and felt bad for making Charles wait.

"You're late. I thought you weren't coming", Charles cries hugging him tight.

"Never doubt me Little One. I'll always be here", Oliver replies.

Oliver looks at the human man.

"Hello Sir I am heir Oliver d'Athos, Heir de la Fère", Oliver says with a bow, with Charles still in his arms.

The man bows his head, "I'm Jean-Armand du Peyrer, Comte de Troisville or Captain Treville of the Musketeers and Charles Godfather!"


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Charles was 8 when he came across a werewolf Hunter. He cowers and backs up at the smirking human. He had been caught in a werewolf trap. A trap that normal hunters used to get game. His paw was trapped painfully in its razor blades.

Charles was crying loudly in pain.

"This is the exactly what you deserve. A painful trap and a bullet to the skull your devil creature. Filthy scum like you don't get to breathe the same air us people do", the Hunter tells him.

Suddenly a vicious enraged snarl fills the air and a large black wolf comes out of the trees. The Hunters eyes widen at the furious wolf that was now it front of him. This wolf appeared to be an adult.

Oliver was in fact 22 and he was experienced.

The Hunter raises its gun but Oliver pounces on the Hunter viciously. A shot was fired but it missed and soon the Hunter laid dead at Oliver's paws.

Oliver turns around his bloody claws and teeth looks at his trembling and injured brother was cowing.

He whines in distress at his Little Brothers condition and fear. The smell of fear was heavy in the air.

"Little One your safe now. Can I come closer?" Oliver asks softly.

He could smell the tears and see them falling.

"I can free you Kiddo", Oliver tells the terrified Pup.

But he would see the Pup had retreated inside himself in fear. Like a normal pup would do.

Oliver slowly approaches and gets down and looks at the claw trap digging into his Little Ones paw. He sees the release button and gentle trips it and the trap springs open causing the Pup the cry out loudly.

Oliver lays down and looks at the paw before beginning to lick it to help clean it and help it heal. Charles continues whimpering through it and shaking.

He didn't want to leave but the Pup needed food.

Oliver nuzzles Charles and it pained him to see him flinch.

"I'm going to hunt for you. I'll be only 10 to 20 or so minutes", Oliver whispers.

Oliver leaves but was back within the time he said. He carried a fawn and laid it down in front of him.

He lays down next to his 'Brother' and curls around him. He nuzzles and licks his fur to help calm him. He was pleased when finally, Charles started to focus on him and the crying started to ease.

"Ollie?" Charles rasps.

"Yes, Kiddo it is me", Oliver states gently.

Charles whines and nuzzles into Oliver's side.

"Little One can you eat something? It will help you heal", Oliver asks softly.

He nudges him gently.

Charles crawls forward careful not to buy any pressure on his injured paw. He starts to nibble on the fawn and soon he begins to tear into it.

Making Oliver smile. The Pup would be alright but with a bad scar around that paw…

But he believed it was time to teach the Pup self-defence in both wolf form and with swords, guns and daggers…After all trouble seems to follow the Pup around everywhere…


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When Charles was ten it was the last time, he saw Oliver as word reached Charles Pack that Oliver's Pack had been attacked and killed.

So, Charles believed his all but Blood Brother was dead. His protector was dead and he had promised not to leave him!

He didn't even get to tell him his Mama was expecting his Little Brother or Sister…


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As for Oliver he and his brother Thomas survived the killings and Oliver had to become the Comte de la Fère and by the time he got used to it he heard by word of mouth the attacked on his all but Blood Brother Charles's Pack and as far as he knew they had all been killed and it killed a large part of him that he let his Little One down.

And that was when he met her Anne the future Milady…


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