Summary: M-21's doing a bit of research the day after a full moon.

Blame Kaelin and how plotbunnies just spawn when I talk to people. ORZ;;

Uh, putting this with the Pace the Night fics because I guess that's my dumping ground for wolf!M-21. XD; The fic doesn't make sense on its own.

Revelation

By Dark Ice Dragon

M-21 frowned as he skimmed the webpage, trying to find out what exactly the wolf part of him had been thinking the night before when the instincts had taken over. (Which, he did know in perfect clarity - that was the problem.) He kept scrolling down, not interested at what was at the top of the page and he ignored the door opening beside him, registering someone had come into the computer room, but not checking who it was.

"M-21…?"

He twitched, recognising Frankenstein's voice. He was not the person M-21 wanted to see right then.

"You haven't had breakfast yet," Frankenstein continued, and M-21 looked up at him for a second before glancing somewhere else, quashing the surge of instincts that wanted to check.

"I'll…" The excuse died in his throat, because skipping a meal wasn't allowed in the house, and M-21 nodded, moving to switch the computer off.

"What are you researching…? If you need any help, you only have to ask." Frankenstein peered at his monitor and M-21 couldn't close the window fast enough. But Frankenstein had probably already seen it, read the entire page, and picked out which bits of information were true and which ones were false.

"A-ah." But that was what he needed, and M-21 cleared his throat, his gaze darting around the room, because as soon as he asked, Frankenstein would know why he was asking and… M-21 sighed. "Alphas," he said, watching Frankenstein, "in wolf packs."

"Hm?" Frankenstein raised a hand to his chin, one of his fingers tapping his cheek. "Alphas aren't necessarily an accurate descriptor in wolf packs; if anything they're… Ah." Frankenstein scrutinised him and M-21 squirmed. "May I ask what brought this about?"

"Last night…" That was all he needed to say, and M-21 clenched his teeth at the urge to sniff at Frankenstein again.

Frankenstein only chuckled. "Wolves live in a hierarchy; your werewolf instincts were merely translating what it saw into something it could understand."

That would… But that wasn't…

"I'll see you downstairs," Frankenstein said, leaving.

M-21 let out a long breath, leaning back on his chair when the door closed. He…was going to feel awkward for the next while, M-21 was sure – his werewolf instincts were insisting that Frankenstein and his master were the breeding pair of the pack.