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Dylan watched Ryan carefully beside him. Since their conversation with Laura, he hadn't said a word. He knew that look. He had worn it way too much in the past too. A look filled with doubt, disappointment, sadness. It was the first time he had seen Ryan so expressive and Dylan didn't know how to help him.
"Dylan."
The low voice made his eyes widen slightly. Ryan's gaze met his and Dylan knew he would try to do anything to erase the sadness in those eyes.
"Hmm?"
"What's your opinion on this? Do you really think Chri...I mean M. H is the cause of everything?"
Ryan clutched the gun in his hand as if it could shield him from his emotions. Dylan couldn't stand his pleading gaze and lowered his own.
"Ryan. I know you trust the guy and really respect him, but you have to admit, if he's really a werewolf, bringing a bunch of kids each year in such a risky place is really messed up. Even more if he's the one behind all of this. I mean, would you let your counselors stay here if you knew there was a risk?" Dylan tried to explain as gently as possible but it was difficult when he hated the man for putting them in the situation they were in.
"But… He did try to warn us."
"No, he ordered us to stay locked up. If he really knew the danger he posed, he would never have let the children and us leave the same day of the full moon. You never know what can happen. The least he can do if he is really a werewolf is to protect the place several days before and make sure that no one comes near Hackett's Quarry."
A silence fell between them, Ryan thinking about his words.
Dylan pushed by the adrenaline of this evening, and by a surge of courage, put his hand over his to support him.
"Ryan, don't worry. Kaitlyn is the most amazing girl I've ever met. If there's another way, she'll find it. You know how she is. The more impossible the problem, the more she will insist on finding a solution."
Ryan gave him a small smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. Dylan was about to try to cheer him up again with one of his lame jokes, when he felt his blood rush through his veins. His ears started ringing and his head was seized with headaches. It wasn't good, not at all. He looked at his hand carefully. The wound was almost gone. He suppressed a strange groan as he smelled a horribly tantalizing smell around him.
"Dylan!"
The voice brought him back to earth. Ryan was now in front of him, his eyes worried.
"Yes?"
"This is the third time I've called you. Everything's okay?"
No, everything was far from okay. Dylan had only one desire, to take him in his arms and hide as far as possible from here. But he didn't want to freak out Ryan, so he took it upon himself and smiled.
"Yes, sorry."
"Are you sure? If not, You can hide and I can go-"
"NO!"
His scream made them both shiver. Now was not the time to make noise, let alone lose focus. Dylan mentally insulted himself.
"Sorry," he whispered looking around in panic.
"O-okay."
Dylan, afraid to have make the mood worse, hastened to add.
"I was just thinking about what I will have to do to finally get your number after this horrible night."
Ryan caught off guard, stared at him in shock, before a small chuckle finally left his lips.
"You will never change. Let's try to survive first before thinking about after."
Dylan snorted. "You know, making plans might help me gain the strength I need to survive."
Ryan was about to answer when his eyes focused in front of him.
"There. The scrapyard. Hope we find what we need," he said with a tired voice.
"We will," Dylan replied, optimistically.
The two made their way quickly to the entrance, but the light that suddenly flashed made Dylan recoil in surprise.
"Don't worry. It's just a motion sensor. We're okay."
"Oh cool, Steampunk's back in."
Ryan sighed fondly before looking around.
"Come on, this way." Ryan approached several cars in dire condition, looked inside and winced. At the state of the cars, Dylan understood that they weren't going to find something helpful right away.
"So what are we looking for exactly?" Dylan asked, looking a little lost.
"If we find a rotor arm, that would be perfect. I don't know much about it, but Kaitlyn said it looked like... hum... some kind of arm that's all rotary located under the black dome with the leads poking out."
Ryan seemed as lost as he was.
"Why do I feel like you just repeated verbatim what she told you?"
"Because I did! I've never been interested in cars, how do you want me to know!"
"Let's pray that the two of us can find this."
It was not a big success. All the cars were in a terrible state and they had been completely emptied.
"Do you think we are going to end up in a documentary?"
Ryan raised his eyebrow in confusion. "Why? Do you want that?"
"Maybe not. Nobody would be as funny and charismatic as me to play my role."
Ryan bit his lip to keep from laughing but Dylan saw it and grinned. He really liked to make Ryan smile and laugh. It was something very rare, and Dylan knew it perfectly well since he'd been trying all summer to get him to laugh out loud. The sound always made his heart race faster. Shit… He really had it bad for the guy.
"You know, it's the same for you. No one would be as badass as you for your role."
"Smooth."
Thanks to the light of motion detector, Dylan noticed the slight peek of reddish brown color on Ryan's cheeks and regretted not being able to take a picture of it.
Adorable. Ryan was fucking adorable.
The two stopped in a kind of garage. As Ryan went through the various contraptions, Dylan went upstairs.
What he found only confirmed his doubts. Chris and those psychopathic hunters knew exactly what was coming. The calendar was circled today with Full Moon written on it. These sons of bitches had it all planned out.
Ryan shouldn't see that. He didn't like hiding things from him, but the poor guy was already traumatized enough by the evening, he wasn't going to make it worst. Chris Hackett seemed like someone really important to him.
One of the buttons near the car bellow allowed them to advance further into the scrapyard. After a more or less long time, they finally arrived in front of a crane and Dylan felt the relief take him by seeing a car in very good condition suspended by the device. Here was their way out of this nightmare.
"Do you know how to operate that thing?" Ryan stared at the machine, intimidated.
"I actually used to be pretty, pretty good at the claw game at my local arcade… the kids used to call me 'The Grabber'."
Ryan eyed him in bewilderment before shaking his head in amusement.
"Then I will let the master take care of that since he's so good at it."
"At your service cutie!"
Dylan wanted to show Ryan that he could count on him. He didn't want him to see doubt and fear in his eyes, so he hurried upstairs. As he settled in, the intoxicating smell from earlier tickled his nose, causing him to lose sight of his purpose for a moment. The smell took up most of the space, preventing him from concentrating. This time, he actually let out a bestial growl.
"Dylan! Do you think you can make it work?" Ryan asked from below.
Dylan bit his hand violently, to collect himself. Now was not the time to freak. Not when Ryan was counting on him. When he pulled out his teeth, he watched his bloodied member for a few moments shocked by what he just did. It was as if his instinct was gradually taking over. In a hoarse voice, he replied to Ryan.
"Yes! Just give me a minute!"
He turned the key before touching several buttons. This activated the crane.
"Welcome back, Grabber." His laughter was short-lived, as the device began to play loud music.
"Shit!" He quickly tried to turn it off.
"Dylan! What the hell!?"
"My bad!" He answer quickly.
Getting the car down was easier than expected. Once it was on the ground, Dylan expected to feel better, to feel relieve, but he didn't. His body was shaking strangely, and he knew he was slowly losing control of his legs. He smiled nonetheless as he heard Ryan exclaim.
"You did it!"
"Yeah, uh. I think I've found my calling!"
He watched Ryan open the hood, a smile on his face. A further movement made him look up at one of the sensor lights. When it lit up, joy left his face completely. The horror of the situation amplified his tremors. A second light turned on closer to Ryan and Dylan knew he had to do something if he wanted to protect him. He pressed the horn several times to warn him.
"RYAN! THERE’S SOMETHING COMING! HIDE!"
Ryan didn't need to be told twice and threw himself into the car. Dylan lifted it into the air before the werewolf could climb on it, but the creature was too fast and agile. When he saw that it had managed to climb onto the trunk, Dylan honked until the wolf finally let go. He ignored the angry voice that took possession of him, ordering his mind to tear down the threat against Ryan.
A cry suddenly froze his blood. Ryan had jumped out of the car and couldn't seem to get up. The wolf was coming at him fast!
"DYLAN! DROP THE CAR!"
Dylan felt superhuman strength take possession of him at the desperate cry. The box that refused to move sank and he pressed the button to deactivate the magnet.
He did it. Ryan was no longer in danger. Safe. Ryan was safe. Ryan. Ry-ryan. Ryan! A horrible growl echoed in his chest, as his senses slowly escaped him. It was too much. Way too much. The sounds, even the noise of the wind, were unbearable to him. Smells too, to the point that he wanted to tear his nose off so he wouldn't have to smell them anymore. He tried to concentrate. In vain. He was cold. he was hot. He was hungry. It was a horrible feeling. Something he had never felt. His whole body was against him. But suddenly a smell calmed the violence inside. It was sweet, worried, horribly attractive. It managed to ease his senses and keep him focus towards it, away from everything else. Ryan. The smell was Ryan. A hand touched his forehead gently, but Dylan pushed it away. Ryan shouldn't be there. His mind screamed danger. Dylan was the danger and Ryan had to get as far away from him as possible.
"Dylan. I'm here."
"You have to go," Dylan moans, in a weak voice.
He used all his strength to prevent the creature from taking over.
"No- No- I'm not- I'm not leaving you."
"You have to! Go the fuck off!"
Ryan didn't understand the danger he was in. He had to flee! Run away from him! Dylan felt he couldn't fight for long. He had to hold on, at least until Ryan was far enough.
"Dylan, I'm not-"
"Fuck off! GET OUT!" His screams terrified him. If he hurt Ryan, he would never forgive himself. He would even die at daybreak.
"But-"
"GO! FUCKING RUN! RUN AWAY RYAN!"
He pushed him as far as possible. It was only then that Ryan started running.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Ryan ran down the stairs as quickly as he could, concern in his eyes. He was limping, his ankle swollen from his fall.
Dylan's last scream echoed throughout the forest.
He wasn't Dylan anymore, it was the beast.
Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Summary:
Time seemed to stop then and seconds stretched into minutes.
The clouds were suddenly swept away. The wind turned into a source of melody, the stars into a second sky, the ground into a cozy comfort and the touch of his hand against the fur became a staircase to climb to reach this gaze… Those eyes.
Notes:
I will just say one thing... I'm obsessed with this game.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Previously :
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Ryan ran down the stairs as quickly as he could, concern in his eyes. He was limping, his ankle swollen from his fall. Dylan's last scream echoed throughout the forest.
He wasn't Dylan anymore, it was the beast.
oOoOo
Ryan was abruptly stopped by a horrible pain against his leg, the one with his sprained ankle. A cry escaped him as he fell to the ground. Something had grabbed him and he could feel it sinking into his leg. Suddenly very alert, he looked down and saw that the werewolf that Dylan had trapped under the car had woken up. He was squeezing his leg tightly and his claws were piercing his skin.
No. No, no, no! Ryan could feel the terror invade him in front of his hopeless situation. Dylan had just transformed into the crane and had not yet emerged. But Ryan knew he had no chance of surviving with two werewolves, let alone when one was stopping him from getting away. The hand clenched tighter and Ryan threw his head back in pain.
"Ah! Fu-Fuck! Let me go!"
He kicked the creature's hand several times, but the thing just wouldn't let go. To his horror, the werewolf suddenly started to move, trying to get out from under the car and Ryan saw his life pass before his eyes. It was the end. He was going to die eaten by a werewolf and his sister would never know.
His little sister. His angel, his reason for living. She would probably think he had abandoned her just like their mother. She would surely hate him too and never trust anyone again. Ryan didn't want that.
He thought of the others too still waiting at the cabin. Abi and Emma, hidden in the basement, were counting on them to leave. Ryan groaned as he imagined Dylan himself again. The boy would never knowing which wolf killed him. Maybe he would even blame himself. Ryan knew this would destroy him, the doubt.
But what broke Ryan more was the thought that no one would care. No one would talk about the poor brooding, loner Ryan. The one who made things awkward, who never understood the jokes. Ryan was nothing special, so no one would seek to find the truth.
He felt his will to fight leaving him as he became aware of his end. He no longer felt the strength to move or do anything. He clenched his hands and looked at the sky above his head.
When the werewolf realized he was no longer struggling, it let go of him before throwing the car several meters away. Then he started coming back to the charge.
Ryan closed his eyes and begged anyone who could hear him to make his death as quick as possible. When the footsteps stopped close to him, he swallowed, his mouth dry, as he looked at the monster above him.
The werewolf growled loudly and attacked, his mouth aimed directly at his head.
Ryan barely had time to protect his face, when a thud echoed throughout the scrapyard, making him cower.
Out of nowhere a huge shadow jumped down from above and Ryan gasped. Another werewolf had just sent the first one away. Ryan's eyes widened as he saw the new one bite the other. It took him a moment to see the ragged clothes clinging to the overweight body and recognize the human inside. Dylan. Dylan in his werewolf form was fighting. Ryan would never have thought that these creatures could attack each other. But at the same time, he should have guessed, if werewolves were similar to their animal part then they should have the same hierarchical system as wolves.
Ryan, realizing that he might have a chance to get out of here, didn't take the time to understand or analyze further and got up with difficulty. Without looking behind him, he dragged his injured leg to get away. Whatever was happening right now, he was no match. He wasn't going to wait to be caught in between. However, their fight might give him a chance to hide before they realized that fighting the other wasn't much fun. He just hoped they wouldn't fight to the death. Dylan had to survive.
Ryan ran past the cars him and Dylan had inspected earlier and looked for a place he could slip into. His leg was diminishing his options. He couldn't run fast or climb, so he would just have to hide. He could still hear clatters of metal and throaty growls coming from behind, the sound sharp in his ears. He quickened his pace for fear that they would stop. After several glances around, he finally came across a rusty car lifted slightly by others. This formed a hole big enough for him to slip through. He just hoped the smell of rust would manage to mask his scent.
As he approached, a hard hand tackled him, slamming him against a car. Then it grabbed him by his feet, and throw him flying through the air. He hit another car, and landed hard, the air knocked out of him.
His whole body was screaming in pain as he tried to come to his senses. The werewolf was about to finish what he had started, when werewolf Dylan came back to the charge this time shredding one of the other's arms causing the werewolf to let out a loud yelp and howling cry. Once his opponent was on the ground letting out almost tearful moans, werewolf Dylan sniffed the air before turning to him. Ryan jumped at the beast's sudden attention, but didn't move. It was impossible for him to do anything in his condition. He should have taken the gun with him before jumping out of the car. What an idiot!
Dylan backed up slightly before leaping towards him. Ryan was seized with an internal trembling and a tremor such that, from his pallor, one would have believed him to be a prey to all the pangs of death. But contrary to the pain he expected, nothing came.
Dylan stood over him and looked at the other werewolf with a terrifying glint in his eye. He let out a mighty roar and unexpectedly, the other werewolf stared at them for a moment before finally fleeing, admitting defeat.
Ryan was as quiet as possible. He didn't move, as if playing dead might save his life. He couldn't even look above for fear of attracting the attention of the werewolf. He couldn't flee without a weapon, especially with the beast's body pressed against him. He could feel every inhale, every twitch. Still, the reactions of the supernatural creature seemed calm and no longer erratic. A slight movement against his neck startled him though, which roused the pain in his body. Something with his right leg and right arm was all wrong, screaming for his attention in bright waves of pain. That was it, that was the end. When he felt a warm breath against his neck, accompanied by a growl, he took one last breath. He was waiting for the bite which would end his life.
However, nothing happened for long minutes. The creature did not attack. Ryan looked up cautiously and found the beast's odd expression. It remained motionless and seemed rather to observe him. But he still felt the werewolf's ragged breath and soft growl on his skin.
"Dylan?" He tried slowly, not taking his eyes off the beast.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise escaped him, when something wet landed on his neck. He turned his face slightly. The werewolf, or… Dylan, was softly licking him. The creature even seemed to be careful with its teeth, to not touch him with them.
"Dylan? Is that you? You recognize me buddy?"
Ryan wanted to turn but Dylan growled menacingly.
"Ok, ok, I'm not moving."
The werewolf sniffed him for a while before resting his head on his back. Ryan's eyes widened when he realized that the wolf had just lain on top of him. Were werewolves the type to save snacks for later? Because Ryan was on track to end up as a sandwitch. Count on Dylan to be different even as a werewolf!
The latter moved behind him causing Ryan to moan in pain. And this caused an immediate reaction. The werewolf stood up, which allowed Ryan to turn completely on his back and face the beast who sniffled again but this time looking for something.
The werewolf approached his muzzle to his injured arm and stopped moving. Ryan thought it was drawn to the blood of his injury and was going to bite into his arm but to his surprise, the beast's tongue licked his wound several times as if he was trying to... ease the pain?
Ryan didn't know how to react to this behavior. Clouds hid the moon, but the few rays that passed through them allowed him to notice the fur of the werewolf, a mix of several colors, ranging from white to gray, with darker tones on his legs and chest giving him an almost silvery appearance. Ryan gently raised his hand, watching each reaction carefully so as not to provoke the beast, but the werewolf only stared at him curiously. Ryan saw his hand tremble slightly, until he ended up putting it on the head in front of him.
Time seemed to stop then and seconds stretched into minutes.
The clouds were suddenly swept away. The wind turned into a source of melody, the stars into a second sky, the ground into a cozy comfort and the touch of his hand against the fur became a staircase to climb to reach this gaze… Those eyes. The arrangement of the hairs around the eyes accentuated the beast's gaze, making them appear larger than they really were. It was as if Dylan was there, yet the gleam in his eyes clearly showed an animal presence.
But Ryan was now able to distinguish the gold shards in Dylan's pupils and without really knowing why he smiled.
Dylan, even unconscious is still Dylan, he thought in wonder.
Ryan slid his fingers through the fur gently. The head was so big compared to his hand that he could rest it completely on the forehead. Under the caress, the animal closed its eyes. Ryan even felt like it pressed his head stronger against the back of his hand.
The two examined each other, standing still. Not taking his eyes off the werewolf, he tried to move his right leg to feel the extent of the damage. Other than his swollen ankle and the cuts from the other werewolf's claws, nothing was broken. He could walk, but with difficulty.
"Hum… Wolfy Dylan?" The nickname escaped him without really being able to help it. "If I move, you won't tear me with your tooth, right?"
There was an unsettling silence between the two, before Dylan did something Ryan never expected to see tonight. Something awfully adorable. The werewolf cocked his head to the side like dogs did when they didn't understand something. Yeah… adorable.
Ryan mustered his courage and slowly rose into a seated position. The werewolf let him without doing anything, so he continued, leaning on his uninjured leg. His body was completely tense. The beast mimicked his movements and Ryan wasn't quite sure if that was a good idea seeing that Wolfy Dylan, now fully standing, was at least 5 feet taller than him. He tried to back up a bit, but the pain in his feet made him lose his balance. He closed his eyes as he felt himself falling, but something soft held him back. Far from calm, he opened one eye and quickly realized that he was against the hairy — and particularly soft — bust of Wolfy Dylan.
Great, his night had just turned into a disney movie.
Notes:
For those who have the reference, yes I'm a fan of How to Train Your Dragon.
Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Summary:
He was going to try again when a hand with impressive claws suddenly appeared in front of him, making him jump. The beast was approaching his claws of his top and Ryan understood too late what he wanted to do.
"No! Wait-"
A terrible ripping sound was heard. Ryan, mouth and eyes wide open stared at his tattered shirt at his feet in disbelief. Even worse, Wolfy Dylan looked proud of himself.
Notes:
Thank you for all your comments, I really like to read your feedbacks. ❤️
Chapter Text
Previously :
Ryan mustered his courage and slowly rose into a seated position. The werewolf let him without doing anything, so he continued, leaning on his uninjured leg. His body was completely tense. The beast mimicked his movements and Ryan wasn't quite sure if that was a good idea seeing that Wolfy Dylan, now fully standing, was at least two meters taller than him. He tried to back up a bit, but the pain in his feet made him lose his balance. He closed his eyes as he felt himself falling, but something soft held him back. Far from calm, he opened one eye and quickly realized that he was against the hairy — and particularly soft — bust of Wolfy Dylan.
Great, his night had just turned into a disney movie.
oOoOo
When Ryan will tell human Dylan and the others about this, he knew they were going to tease him for months, if not years.
"Okay, wolfy," he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, not really knowing what to do. The adrenaline of the last hours was finally starting to leave his body. "Um… thank you? For…huh, helping me?" He carefully put his hand on Dylan's huge wolf chest to pull away a little, but the arms holding him up squeezed him tighter, almost suffocating him. As he was about to attempt another approach, Ryan felt his body lift into the air. He let out a gasp from the surprise, his mouth wavering. The wolf had just hoisted him onto his right shoulder as if he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes!
"Hey! Wai-" He had no time to say more, that Dylan began to run at full speed, jumping, and climbing very fast to get out of the scrapyard. Ryan could only scream in fear as he hardly was able to see the trees around them as they passed by.
He wondered where he was going to take him. Even if wolfy Dylan seemed harmless for the moment, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't change his mind about him later.
Ryan still hadn't forgotten the idea of him being a snack.
He sighted. Right now, he could barely move in Dylan’s grip so the best thing to do was trying to concentrate on the path.
Soon, he felt Dylan slow down, which allowed him to look up and see the house that Ryan thought belonged to Chris Hackett's mother. It was the last place he would have thought to be taken.
The house was huge and looked like a horror movie mansion. Ryan could clearly imagine one of his favorite podcast stories taking place inside.
One of the hands of the werewolf squeezed his waist, before the other clung to the top of the gate. Ryan just had time to see a hole in the ground in front of the porch that the beast propelled himself to the other side in an incredible leap, forcing him to cling to the werewolf's hairs.
He wasn't really scared anymore. He even felt a kind of trust in the animal now even if it was too soon for that. He still had trouble seeing Dylan in the werewolf, but no one could blame him, the situation was far too surreal. How many people could boast around the world of having been saved by a werewolf? Ryan was sure there were very few, if any.
He already had a hard time believing in their existence in the first place. Yes, he loved the paranormal and had his beliefs in certain creatures, but believing and seeing with his own eyes were quite different. If only he had learned sooner about these creatures in his books and podcasts like he had about others, maybe this night would have been different.
A thought suddenly came to his mind, filling his eyes with a gleam of hope. If wolfy Dylan was able to stay calm and show some form of intelligence, maybe Chris could too? Then killing him would lose all meaning!
Ryan knew it wasn't good to hope too much, but he couldn't help it. Dylan was the very example that a werewolf could be something other than an aggressive creature blinded by its bloodlust. Nick did try to kill them, but he had been injured before transforming, surely playing on his rage when he awakened bestial. It was just a theory but Ryan wanted to believe it.
He ignored the voice in his head that slipped to him that he was deluded and that the creature that had attacked Abi and Nick in the first place had been just as brutal, just like the one in the scrapyard.
But if there was a chance to save Chris, then he would take it.
Immersed as he was in his thoughts, he didn't notice his change in position. Suddenly his body slipped into Dylan's two arms. They surrounded him completely as if to protect him. He understood a few seconds later why, hearing the sound of breaking glass which resonated. They had just passed through a window. Dylan didn't stop, however, continuing to run, sniffing the air looking for something.
A cracking noise rang out, alerting Ryan who turned towards it. Dylan had just torn down a door. The werewolf ducked as if intending to pass between the opening, but his body was far too big for that. A growl that Ryan defines as annoyed broke through the barrier of the beast's mouth and Ryan huffed out a small laugh at that, drawing the creature's curious—and… oddly pleased?—eyes to him. Dylan, impatient, backed up slightly before kicking the wall hard, which made the hole in the door bigger. There was no noise in the house apart from their two breaths, yet someone should have already arrived with the noise they had caused.
Ryan felt the arms around him loosen before he was laid against the hardwood floor. He looked up at the wolf dumbfounded. He had dropped him off in a not very inviting bathroom. He refused to imagine the cause of the smell that emanated from it. Ryan watched Dylan walk around, muzzle up. He was busy smelling the furniture. He finally stopped in front of the mirror cabinet above the sink and pulled it completely out of the wall to place it at Ryan's feet. Ryan didn't move, not really knowing what to do. The werewolf just watched him sitting crouched, waiting. When he saw that Ryan wasn't moving, he butted the cabinet bringing it slightly closer to him. Ryan hesitantly opened it slowly and found all sorts of medicine, but also bandages, disinfectant and everything necessary for suturing. If Ryan didn't know about the werewolves, he would have wondered about the relationships of the Hackett family members. Having so much medical equipment was like wondering if they weren't hiding a torture room in their house.
Dylan and his secret room… He would have been euphoric to know he was right.
Ryan hadn't heard the wolf move. When something licked his injured leg, he looked up. Wolfy gave him an intense gaze that made him raise an eyebrow.
"You…brought me here to heal myself?" He blurted out stunned. Wolfy let out a small whimper.
The night kept going from surprise to surprise.
Ryan turned to the cabinet and began to clean his wounds. As he suspected his ankle was sprained. It was particularly swollen and red. He had mistreated it far too badly by continuing to walk with it. The lesions appeared to have worsened. Without an ice pack, it will be difficult to decrease the inflammation, but he will try his best. He used the anti-inflammatory cream on it, then bandaged it not to thightly. Wolfy Dylan never took his eyes off him for a second during the whole traitement. Once finished, he observed the wounds caused by the claws. The cuts had stopped bleeding from the dried blood. He cleaned the wounds before bandaging the area. He wasn't particularly skilled in medical treatment but he was quite proud of himself. Now came the time to heal his arm. As gently as possible, he started to take off his shirt but a moan of pain escaped him before he could do that.
Every movement caused his wound to rub against the fabric.
"Okay, Ryan... You can do this."
He was going to try again when a hand with impressive claws suddenly appeared in front of him, making him jump. The beast was approaching his claws of his top and Ryan understood too late what he wanted to do.
"No! Wait-"
A terrible ripping sound was heard. Ryan, mouth and eyes wide open stared at his tattered shirt at his feet in disbelief. Even worse, Dylan looked proud of himself.
"Dylan…" Ryan sighed, running a hand over his eyes. Well, at least he could heal himself easily now.
A slight yelp made him raise his head. Dylan was watching him this time expecting something. Ryan knew his skin turned slightly darker when he finally understood what the other wanted. Unsure, he put his hand carefully on the beast's head, patting it several times. Dylan's ears shot up against his hand and let out an absolutely adorable noise, his tail wagging happily behind.
"Um." Ryan cleared his throath now bright red, embarrassed by the obvious excitement his gesture caused in the werewolf. "Go-good… wolfy."
He then withdrew his hand not missing the werewolf's disappointed moan and turned his attention to his arm. It was the most serious injury. The wound was clearly infected. The piece of scrap metal must have gotten into his arm when the werewolf from the scrapyard had thrown him against the cars.
The cut was quite long, and he wondered for a moment whether to suture, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do it well and would probably do more damage. So he did the same as his previous injuries, taking great care to clean inside the wound lest the rust cause much worse than a simple infection. Every time a cry of pain escaped him, Dylan whined back to him.
"When...ah! When you get back to being yourself… I'm... so going to tease you about this! Especially since I know you're more of a cat person." He said with difficulty, pushing the compress further. Beads of sweat was beginning to form on his forehead and his breathing hitched. His mouth only let out a cacophony of whines and cries of pain now.
"Ah…Shit!"
After making sure there was nothing suspicious surrounding the wound, he finally bandaged it.
Finally finished, he thought with relief.
At the same time a shot rang out in the house and Ryan felt the hairy body cover him entirely, accompanied by growls and fierce barkings.
For the second time that night, Ryan saw the werewolf truly furious, rage escaping from every pore.
Ryan felt lifted again before he finally saw what was going on. A rather elderly woman and man were several feet away from them. Hidden as he was in the fur, Ryan doubted they could see him.
"Shit! Another beast! Did the one in the cell escape?"
"When that little bitch cut the electricity, the doors must have opened."
"Fuck!"
The older man pulled out an impressive knife which freaked Ryan out.
"Dylan, I think it's silver! Run!"
Even thought Ryan was sure Dylan couldn't understand, the wolf littled to him and ran in the opposite direction. Soon they heard sounds of struggling coming from a room in front of them. Dylan ran straight into the wall and they quickly discovered a disastrous scene. Two men were fighting, trying to fend off two werewolves, one was leaning against a broken mirror and the other against a wall. Ryan couldn't stop the gasp from escaping him when he saw Kaitlyn lying under a table, not far from the second werewolf. The situation was dire.
A monstrous growl sounded causing all the people and creatures present to freeze and Ryan's eyes widened when he realized that it came from Dylan. Seeing the attention they received, Ryan instinctively pressed against the warm body that held him. He wasn't even sure they saw him, protected as he was in the fur. Their arrival caused a chain of events far too rapid to be properly explained. Dylan threw himself against the werewolf closest to them and scratched his muzzle which caused the creature to shrivel against the wall, while the farthest growled in turn before throwing itself on them. But it didn't have time to touch them when wolfy bent down and grabbed the other's neck with his teeth to send it waltzing against the wall, breaking it at the same time. This house was really going to end up in ruins.
It was then that Kaitlyn woke up. Ryan screamed when he saw her pointing a gun at them.
"Kaitlyn! Don't shoot! It's Dylan!"
"Ryan?"
Ryan wriggled his head out of wolfy's arms causing the eyes of the three normal humans to widen.
"Okay Ryan... what the fucking hell!?"
Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Summary:
He was much too close so Ryan couldn't move in time. The fangs were about to sink into his shoulder when an arm shot out in front of him taking the full force of the attack.
Dylan yelped in pain, the monster's teeth sunk deep. Shocked and overwhelmed, Ryan felt his heart break.
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Previously:
It was then that Kaitlyn woke up. Ryan screamed when he saw her pointing a gun at them.
"Kaitlyn! Don't shoot! It's Dylan!"
"Ryan?"
Ryan wriggled his head out of wolfy's arms causing the eyes of the three normal humans to widen.
"Okay Ryan... what the fucking hell!?"
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"I don't think I've time to explain what's going on, but wolfy Dylan is on our side. Well…I think?"
"You think?!" Kaitlyn exclaimed with her eyes wide open.
Ryan bit his lip. He didn't quite know where to start. There was no time to waste. He was already embarrassed enough. He was now shirtless, stuck in the arms of a beast surrounded by two other much less friendly werewolves.
He sighted.
He really regretted not listening to Chris and going to that damn campfire. His life had just become a horror movie.
Ryan felt Dylan let go before he even hit the ground. The wolf then stood in front of him protecting Ryan with his body to face the two other creatures. The one near the door rumbled, but didn't move. Dylan roared at it and even though Ryan couldn't see his face, wolfy Dylan had to make a very scary one for the beast to curl up and start squealing. The one in question growled one last time before tearing off a section of the wall and running away.
At least it was effective.
But Dylan didn't have time to turn when the second werewolf lunged at him. Ryan backed away alarmed. It wasn't good. If there was some kind of hierarchy like alphas and betas for wolves, then Dylan and the beast he was fighting was on the same level! When wolfy managed to send the other against a wall, the latter took revenge by putting him on the ground.
Yes, not good at all.
Ryan hurried to join Kaithlyn behind the table. The two men had disappeared without him seeing them leave.
"Okay, what's happening?" he asked, his voice slightly wavering.
"Laura has transformed. It's the wolf that got away. The other one is…Chris."
"Chris?!" Ryan blurted shocked before turning to the two creatures. He winced when the werewolf Chris clawed hard at Dylan's head. Even though werewolves healed quickly, he didn't want his friend to get hurt.
"Ryan… Once we get out of this hell, you better explain everything to me, starting with how you managed to tame a fucking werewolf!"
A shot rang out, startling them both. One of the men who had disappeared had just returned with a rifle in his hand. He was pointing at the two beast. Ryan watched in horror as the man pulled the trigger.
"DYLAN! Watch out!!!"
Wolfy turned his head towards him before ducking narrowly avoiding the bullet. Werewolf Chris, however, was hit in the arm, causing him to let out a cry of pain while Dylan backed up further, watching the armed man's movement carefully.
That's when everything changed, as if time stood still. Wolf Chris's eyes changed to blood red. He stood in the center of the room, roaring monstrous sounds that made the walls and furniture around them tremble. And then he bent over, starting to scratch his own skin violently making all sort of awful noises. His ribcage opened with a gruesome collection of pops, tears, and sucking noises until something sort of came out from under his wolf skin.
Ryan made a disgusted grimace seeing the claws tear off the skin little by little, giving way to a humanoid beast with gray, impenetrable, waxy skin, devoid of any hair. His mouth had spike-like teeth. He sought violence and kill intention. The jaw dropped and the creature stuck a tongue that resembled a snake. Okay, It was really really scary and the shock Ryan could see on every face showed that he wasn't the only one stunned by this monster.
When the eyes opened, he knew they were truly fucked. The new creature was furious. They shivered when the monster's tongue pointed at their direction, the large ovoid eyes gazing out over them.
"Oh my god! What's this!?" Kaitlyn cried out, sickened.
"I-I don't know." It was the first time he had seen a werewolf do that even if he didn't have a lot of experience in supernatural creatures.
The new thing continued to move slowly, causing them to instinctively back away.
"Okay Ryan! Work your magic! Aren't you a beast tamer?!"
"What? No! It doesn't work like that!"
"Then I think we have no choice…" Kaitlyn whispered, shaking slightly. "We're going to have to shoot…"
"No!" Hastened to answer Ryan. "Maybe there's a way…"
"RYAN! You see any other way there?! We just saw a fucking werewolf transform into a giant Golum. I will not wait to get torn to pieces by that thing! Even less, now that it seems to have mutated into something worse!"
Seeing the monster walking towards them, Dylan leapt in front of Ryan, baring his fangs. Ryan felt a strange warmth invade him at the obvious affection that wolfy had for him. But he couldn't always rely on others. Determined, he stepped aside to see the thing that possessed Chris and went for it.
"Chris! It's me Ryan." He watched the creature's reaction carefully, but nothing in its expression showed that it cared about what he was saying. It still continued to approach with a murderous gleam in its glare. Out of the corner of his eye, Ryan saw Kaitlyn point the gun at this scary Chris, a move the man at the door followed.
The monster's arm was oozing profusely and Ryan couldn't help but imagine human Chris hurting in front of him. So silver actually really worked against werewolves. Even Dylan had looked scared when he saw the gun pointed at him earlier.
"Chris… please. Don't let them kill you. I don't want to lose you."
"Ryan…there's no point." Said Kaitlyn, her voice sympathetic.
"Let me at least try. If it doesn't work, then shoot." He said, concentrating again on the danger in front of him.
Chris had always been there for him. When his father had left, the man had taken him in his arms, leaving him to cry on his shoulder all night. On each birthday, the man never failed to send him a message, while his own mother ignored him, preferring to sink into alcohol. While Ryan was strong for his little sister, he knew he could talk about his insecurities to Chris who had never judged him for them. So yes, abandoning his adoptive father will only be the last resort. Ryan took a deep breath before smiling at the beast.
"Chris… I remember the first time I showed you one of my drawings, that day you had such a proud smile that all the worry I had for my future went away. You were the first to believe in me and push me forward. I want you there when I graduate and make my very first animated work as an artist. So please Chris, come back."
The creature stopped only a few meters away and Ryan couldn't prevent a glimmer of hope from seeing him staring back. He took a hesitant step in his direction under Kaitlyn's wide eyes. Seeing that Chris still wasn't moving, he kept on walking, thinking he had finally reached him. But that was not the case. The beast was only waiting until he was two meters away from it and suddenly jumped up with its mouth snapping, ready to rip his throat out.
He was much too close so Ryan couldn't move in time. The fangs were about to sink into his shoulder when an arm shot out in front of him taking the full force of the attack.
Dylan yelped in pain, Chris's teeth sunk deep. Shocked and overwhelmed, Ryan felt his heart break.
"Dylan!"
To the horror of the two young adults, Chris tried to tear the arm out from under his teeth. Dylan wailed like never before, screaming and struggling as he could, but the other didn't let go.
Without even understanding what he was doing, Ryan took the weapon from Kaitlyn's hands —who had remained frozen— and tears in his eyes aimed at one of Chris' legs.
Dylan… Dylan was hurting because of him. When another cry of distress came from the wolf's mouth, Ryan pulled the trigger.
Chris recoiled, letting out a terrifying sound that would haunt Ryan for a long time. He knew he couldn't wait and see if his shot was going to kill the creature so he stuck to Dylan and whispered.
"Please...let's just go."
Dylan, as if he understood lifted him gently before turning to Kaitlyn and taking her too in a less pleasant position than Ryan's. She was lifted by her stomach finding herself upside down.
"Hey! Big boy! Don't you have a better position for me!?" But the wolf didn't listen to him, running towards the entrance, taking the man in front of the door by surprise. He couldn't do anything to stop them. Behind, the screams continued and Ryan covered his ears to block out the noise. They ended up jumping out of the house leaving behind a mess and a disturbed family.
Everything stopped after that.
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They soon arrived near the campfire. Ryan felt a tug at his heart strings when he remembered that a few hours before, they were still unaware of the danger which awaited them.
Wolfy Dylan put them down, then sat up on his hind legs in front of him, his tail wagging rapidly behind. He then looked up at him and waited patiently. Again, his devotion to him made him freeze. Ryan had nothing against this behavior, he just didn't know how to react. This werewolf was Dylan and something else at the same time. His fervor was almost touching.
"Wow. That was crazy! I can't believe Dylan managed to take control of his wolf." Kaitlyn turned to him, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What happened at the scrapyard?"
"I don't know. Another werewolf attacked us while we were trying to get the only usable car back. Dylan transformed and for some strange reason he hasn't stopped protecting me ever since."
When Ryan looked at Kaitlyn, he saw her with a smirk.
"Don't tell me he imprinted on you!"
Ryan felt his cheeks heat up furiously before shaking his head.
"What no!"
"I understand his obsession for you now that I see what you're hiding under your shirts."
Ryan rushed to protect himself with his arms, flustered. He had completely forgotten his state of partial nudity.
Kaitlyn giggled at his embarrassed face before turning to Dylan with interest. She slowly raised her hand to him, not wanting to startle the beast. She was about to make contact when Dylan moved closer to Ryan avoiding the hand.
"Wow! I'm hurt! Okay big guy, I see where your preference lies!"
A distant shot rang out and they gasped. Now was not the time to just stand there. The night was far from over.
"I wonder what we should do now," Kaitlyn whispered tiredly. "I hope everyone is doing well."
She didn't hear Ryan walked past Dylan and was shocked when two arms closed around her.
Ryan… was hugging her?
This gesture caused her eyes to widened. She didn't know what to do with her arms, where to put them. A discreet blush had also taken place on her cheeks.
"Thank you. For letting me try talking to him I mean," Ryan whispered so vulnerable that she hugged him back.
"Yo-you welcome."
However their embrace didn't last long. Ryan felt his body be thrown backwards and a mass landed on top of him.
To his disbelief, wolfy Dylan began licking his face, rubbing himself strangely against him. Kaitlyn walked over to help him, but the wolf growled dangerously, something angry and fierce in his eyes.
"Easy, big guy." She said with her arms in the air. "Okay, he's yours."
"Hey!"
But Ryan was again interrupted by licks on his neck. He tried to push the wolf away, but Dylan continued with more fervor.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing!? Dylan!"
A laugh suddenly disrupted his protests. Kaitlyn was holding her stomach laughing like never before.
"I…I think he wants to…wipe my scent off you."
She laughed more at his crestfallen face, the wolf continuing to rub against him in a absolutely outrageous way!
It lasted a long time. Dylan didn't get up until he was sure he had touched all visible skin. Ryan was glad the night partially concealed his embarrassment because he knew his ears would show more than he wanted.
He stood up, grimacing. He wasn't particularly fond of werewolf drool.
"Okay now that your shower is done, let's think about what to do." Kaitlyn said laughter still in her voice. "If Chris was dead, then the curse should have already disappeared, but Dylan is still… hairy. Very hairy."
Ryan sighed.
"Abi and Emma are at the cabin. They are waiting in the basement, safe. I think it's best if you join them."
"And you?"
Ryan glanced at Dylan.
"I'll try to find Jacob. He's all alone. He must be terrified. Once I find him, I'll go looking for Chris again."
"Hmm." Kaitlyn hummed. "Are you sure?"
"I'm not risking much with him," he replied pausing for a moment. "And I think it would be better if you are with the girls. You are strong. I would feel more relaxed if you are by their side."
"Alright Ry-guy, stop complimenting me or mister big guy here is going to kill me!" She exclaimed, winking at him. She had a big smile on her face.
"Yikes. Wording," he replied, smiling back.
Kaitlyn waved goodbye to Dylan who huffed making them both laugh, before she headed to the lodge. "You better come back alive! And you big guy, take good care of him for me!" With these words, she disappeared from their sight.
Ryan turned to Dylan and shivered as he felt the cool air against his skin. The wolf, seeing his slight tremors, came to his side. He then picked him up and laid him down near a tent.
Okay, maybe they could take a little break. After all that had happened, they deserved a moment to rest.
He snuggled closer to the warm body and closed his eyes.
Just a few minutes of rest…
Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Summary:
The sudden howl cut him off. Wolfy was howling at the moon and the scream was so loud that Ryan had to protect his ears.
When he opened his eyes, Dylan turned to look at him, facing him properly with excitement.
"Why did you do that?" Ryan started, each word pronounced carefully, staring into the deep and sharp eyes focused on him. But the howling of several wolves were heard in the forest, all at different distances and Ryan felt his body freeze as he realized what Dylan had just done. He looked at the werewolf, terrified.
Notes:
Again thank you so much for all your kind messages. This fic is really fun to write. I'm sorry for some weird sentences sometimes, English is not my first language. If I had been told that I would write stories in English in high school, I would have laughed so much. My level at that time was worse than anything. If you see expressions or sentences that don't really mean anything, don't hesitate to tell me. I will correct them! Until the next chapter, I send you kisses and wish you a good day.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
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Ryan turned to Dylan and shivered as he felt the cool air against his skin. The wolf, seeing his slight tremors, came to his side. He then picked him up and laid him down near a tent. Okay, maybe they could take a little break. After all that had happened, they deserved a moment to rest. He snuggled closer to the warm body and closed his eyes. Just a few minutes of rest…
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Ryan had to admit he felt good cuddled up against the werewolf's soft fur. His eyes were closed and he was just enjoying a moment of silence. He could have fallen asleep, but he knew he still had way too much to do. He thought back to the conversations he had with Dylan that night. He had learned more about him in one evening than in three months. Dylan was a good person. Ryan had always found it strange to want to hide his real personality from others, but now he understood. It was his weapon. When Ryan preferred to stay on the sidelines so as not to be judged, Dylan preferred to hide behind a facade that was always cheerful and fun. The boy had tried to include him with the other counselors during the summer. His jokes and attempts at flirting even brought many smiles to Ryan. But he had a hard time understanding how someone like Dylan could be interested in him. Dylan's laughing tone also always made him doubt his intentions. Was he just fooling around or was he serious?
Ryan was the kind of person who had trouble understanding others. Human relations were something far too complicated for him. And he learned to live with that. So Dylan's ambiguous behavior was confusing.
He moved slightly causing the werewolf to squeal. The sound immediately alerted him and he straightened up, worried. Dylan whined at the lost of physical contact, but Ryan ignored him. The werewolf's arm was bleeding badly. He frowned at that.
Why hadn't the wound healed yet?
He carefully put his hand on Dylan's upper arm, tracing the teeth marks around the gash. It was his fault. He did that. His face crumbled when he realized that.
"I'm sorry, Dylan…I shouldn't have taken the risk."
Ryan frowned, completely focused on the bite. But the arm disappeared suddenly and the wolf's face took its place and looked right at him with such adoration that Ryan felt his heartbeat quicken. He had no right. It was unfair to do this to him and yet he felt moved by that look. Wolfy was breathing heavy. Ryan's heartbeat became erratic as Dylan came closer and put his wet snout over his mouth before slowly licking his lips. Eyebrows raised, Ryan watched him pull back.
"I don't think Dylan will be very happy to hear what you just did," he laughed, all the negative emotions blowing away.
Wolfy's head turned with an absolutely adorable noise leaving his mouth.
"Okay big guy. Time to find a shirt. I'm not going to stay all night pressed against you."
Dylan barked, unhappy.
"Oh, I know you don't mind but I do."
Dylan clenched his jaw, frowning at his bare chest like it had insulted him which made him laugh. The werewolf's face lit up at his reaction. Ryan had a smile on his face now. Kaitlyn must never see him talking with Dylan's wolf part or he would be hearing about it for months. He especially didn't want to inherit an embarrassing nickname that Kaitlyn would have be happy to come up with. The last thing he wanted to hear was being called Princess Ryan!
He picked up the shotgun and started walking towards the lodge, wolfy Dylan hot on his heels. It was time to try putting an end to all this.
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It didn't take long for the two to see the cabin. This one looked even scarier than usual without the lights on. Ryan wondered for a moment if staying inside would really have been safer. Could a poor wooden door really stop one or even several werewolves?
Yes, they would have been less exposed, but the cabin would only have delayed the inevitable. He approached the car and opened the van. He didn't have time to rummage through the things inside that Dylan's head rested on his shoulder, sniffing the air, making Ryan shiver. In this position the wolf's body was pressed against his back, and its breath brushed his cheek and ear. Dylan nudged him slightly to approach the bags stacked on top of each other with interest.
"What are you looking for ?" He asked, curious, knowing full well he wouldn't get an answer.
The wolf shifted and dove sharply into the pile of bags.
"Hey! Dylan, what are you doing!?"
Ryan tried in vain to push him back, but his strength was not comparable to that of a determined werewolf. Dylan ended up stepping back holding a sack in his mouth. His bag!
Dylan kept sniffing it.
"Do my stuff stink that bad? I'm going to end up getting offended…"
The wolf crouched down and looked at him, expectantly. Ryan slowly took the bag from Wolfy's mouth before putting it on the ground to open it. When the wolf tried to stick his head in it, Ryan stopped him, holding his mouth down with his arm.
"That's enough big guy, I don't have time to waste. You'll have plenty of time to smell my clothes when this nightmare is over. Well, only if human Dylan also has a weird obsession with smells," he added in an amused tone. He took a basic shirt that he hastened to put on and sighed with relief. Farewell to exhibitionism! Ryan could finally relax.
He closed the bag before throwing it back into the car. A look at his phone told him the time and he turned pale.
"Okay… There's no point getting into the cabin. The sun should be up in two hours, which doesn't give us much time to find Chris. If only we had a way to lure a werewolf…"
Ryan really hoped Chris wasn't that far. He would never forgive himself if Dylan, Nick and Laura had to stay with this curse because of him. They would never be able to live normally, always in hiding, afraid of hurting others.
A movement to his right made him turn to Dylan. The wolf was stretched skyward, eyes closed.
"Dylan… What are you-"
The sudden howl cut him off. Wolfy was howling at the moon and the scream was so loud that Ryan had to protect his ears.
When he opened his eyes, Dylan turned to look at him, facing him properly with excitement.
"Why did you do that?" Ryan started, each word pronounced carefully, staring into the deep and sharp eyes focused on him. But the howling of several wolves were heard in the forest, all at different distances and Ryan felt his body freeze as he realized what Dylan had just done. He looked at the werewolf, terrified. He had just called the others of his race. They now knew exactly where they were!
Shit! It's bad!
An angry Ryan was about to reprimand his friend when the latter whimpered, his ears down seeing his furious face. Okay, he couldn't blame him with an expression like that. He sighed, trying to think. Dylan had meant well. At least now he had a way to find Chris. The question was whether he was going to be able to tell werewolves apart. Emma, Kaitlyn and Abi were also inside, which was a risk.
As quietly as possible, he asked Dylan.
"I'm not angry. Okay? You did nothing wrong but for a wolf you have no sense of self-preservation,” he continued in a humorous tone to reassure him. "Dylan. I'm gonna need your help. Would you be able to recognize the scent of the wolf that hurt you?"
Dylan moved slowly when suddenly his face contorted, losing all innocence to turn into a rabid wolf. Ryan tried to take a step back and stumbled, probably about to fall on his ass when two hands grabbed him. He didn't have time to do anything when Dylan immediately let go of him to jump in front of him, groaning.
"Ryan?"
At the sound of this voice, Ryan hastened to move. Laura and the man in the Hacketts' house stood side by side right in front of the camp entrance.
"Oh my god, Ryan!" She shouted walking toward him but stopped when she saw the wolf staring angrily at her. Slowly, she lifted her arms and stopped moving. "Travis explained to me that you befriended a wolf? I didn't believe it at all, but… now that I see it with my own eyes... just wow."
Ryan stood in front of his wolf —his wolf? Repeated an amused voice in his head— and put his hand on its arm.
"Don't worry," he said in a whisper trying to appease the animal, "they are with us."
His soft voice and kind gesture seemed to have an effect. Dylan stopped growling, even if he didn't lose his defensive stance. Ryan turned back to the two newcomers.
"I'm glad to see you Laura. Does that mean it's all over?" he asked, his voice full of hope.
Laura shook her head, her face grim.
"Unfortunately not. Otherwise your friend would have already become himself again."
Ryan frowned "But how did you-"
"You did. You saved me and you saved Max too. Ryan… I'm so sorry."
Ryan felt his world crumble. He didn't need more to understand. Dylan feeling his grief stuck to him. With the protective heat, Ryan forced himself to put his emotions aside and concentrate. He would feel sorry for himself later. For now, he will try to survive whatever would come next. To be honest, he felt like everything was going to crumble down soon enough… he was just hoping that at least everyone will manage to escape it with minimum damage.
"If Chri…if he's dead, why didn't Dylan turned back?"
Laura and the man—Travis if he believed Laura's words—came closer, remaining several meters away from them. And Ryan understood them. Even if Dylan wasn't aggressive towards him, there was no guarantee that the same would be true for them. The first meeting with Travis for Dylan must have stuck in his craw.
"I'm sorry. Travis told me it wasn't over. The curse goes back to one particular werewolf, the first one. As long as this one remains, there will remain victims."
Ryan clutched the gun in his arms, worried. Laura kept glancing back.
"I think we'd better go inside," Travis interjected. "We don't have much time. I don't know what your friend did, but that first werewolf in question suddenly changed direction and headed here. We followed it but it disappeared. I think it's better to be prepared for an attack."
Ryan nodded. The three climbed the steps, Dylan following them. Ryan suspected that Kaitlyn must have barricaded the door, so they went through to the other side.
As everyone passed under the window, he asked.
"Exactly how many werewolves are we dealing with now?"
Travis answered before Laura could even open her mouth.
"Chris wasn't the first in the family to be bitten." His voice quivered slightly as he stared into space. Ryan said nothing but he suspected what was next. "First Caleb, then Kaylee," he completed. He didn't need to say more.
Everything matched. Chris had done everything to protect his children, even if it meant endangering others.
Ryan thought back to the panic of the oldest. He was so worried for them and he was the one guilty for that.
He came out of the library first and called the girls. He wanted to check that they were okay.
"R-guy here." Kaitlyn stood upstairs, a large piece of scrap metal in her hands.
"Really?" Laura said seeing her wobbly weapon.
"We made the best with what we had. Not a lot of silver in this place."
"Ryan!"
Ryan saw Emma came out of Chris's office, Abi hiding behind her back.
"Glad to see that our loner and mysterious guy is still alive," Emma blurted out, a smile on her face. Her smile disappeared immediately however when she saw what came out of the room behind him. Abi screamed, terrified.
He jumped in quickly. "Don't panic! Everything is fine. I promise you." He hastened to caress Dylan's arm, which had tensed under the cries. "It's okay. This one is with us. He will not do anything to hurt you."
"Unless we decide to attack you," Laura retorted. Ryan gave her a scolding look. "Just joking," she added, hands in the air.
"Wha-what the fuck!?" Emma was protecting Abi with her body, and in other circumstances Ryan would have thought it was cute, but right now he had to find a way to explain quickly because time was running out.
“To put it simply, this big guy over here is Dylan. For some reason, he didn't try to kill me when he transformed and protected me until now."
He saw Emma's body relax little by little, as she alternated little glances between him and wolfy. Then she whistled in awe. "A real dog trainer our R-guy."
Ryan groaned in despair and quickly continued to change the subject.
"Two werewolves—maybe three if Nick decides to join the party—are heading straight for us. This man will explain better than me," he finished, pointing at Travis.
"And who is he?"
"Emma!" Abi scolded her.
"What? I have the right to know don't I?"
Travis stepped forward slowly.
"Travis. Travis Hackett."
"Hackett!? So you are the crazy one who locked up Laura and Max for two months? Abi told me everything! Why should we trust this guy!?" Emma exclaimed. She had instinctively took a step back at his name.
Laura sighed. She understood their doubt, she herself wondered why she had chosen to trust him.
"We have no choice if we want to survive this night. He is the only one who understands exactly what is going on. I don't like to say that, but his knowledge is the only way we can put an end to this nightmare."
Everyone fell silent after that. Even if the expressions weren't euphoric about collaborating with him, at least the protests had stopped.
"Okay," Travis resumed. "Among the three werewolves still present, one of them is the original. A giant white wolf. Silas."
"White wolf... the one who attacked us? The one who turned Dylan," Ryan whispered.
"I think I heard that name before," Kaitlyn cut in.
Travis nodded.
"Possible. Silas's mother, Eliza Vorez, ran a traveling sideshow called Harum Scarum. Came here 6 years back. She kept her son in a cage. Called him 'Silas the Wolf Boy'. Died in a fire. Some say she never left. To this day, people still hear a woman crying for her child, whispering Silas in the woods."
"The Hag of Hackett's Quarry…" Everything made sense now. This story would really make a great tale on his podcast, Ryan thought.
"Okay so now what? How are we going to kill Silas, if we have two other werewolves after us?" Asked Kaitlyn who had joined them.
"We could-" Abi didn't have time to answer as the cabin began to shake. The chimney more than the rest.
Travis positioned himself between them and the noises but Ryan wasn't sure it was going to help.
"What are we doing?" Kaitlyn yelled.
"Don't panic! Some places in the house are perfect for trapping werewolves. I've helped Chris lock himself up many times."
"So maybe you should have done the same with his children! This evening wouldn't have happened if your family gave it some thought! Why not lock Chris, Kaylee and Jacob in your cells since obviously it's a place strong enough to imprison people including werewolves! Don't think I forgot your little depraved dungeon in Hackett Manor. As soon as we're done, you better apologize to Jacob!"
"Jacob?" Ryan and Emma said in unison.
Kaitlyn turned to them.
"Yes, we discovered that the two crazy hunters had locked Nick and Jacob in electrified cells. We decided to leave them there for their safety and for ours too. I also didn't want to take the risk of opening the wrong door by mistake."
Travis had a guilty look on his face now, and if Ryan believed Laura's surprised expression, it wasn't the kind of face the guy made often.
A thud resounded abruptly, and to the general horror an arm came out from behind some kind of bad taste painting.
"Well, it's bad," Emma whispered.
"This feels like my life right now," Laura said to herself. "The complaints will have to wait, now we need to fight."
Notes:
We are approaching the end soon. Look forward to hearing your opinions. <3
Chapter 6: Chapter 6
Summary:
"Guys…" Abi whispered, her voice shaking. "I think we have a problem…"
The two turned and saw her pointing at the broken window Silas had entered through. Two yellow eyes bore into theirs. Abi let out a wail, tears streaming from her eyes.
"We're dead… It's over. We'll never survive."
Ryan bit his lip. He would have liked to tell her that she was wrong, that they shouldn't give up, but four werewolves? Four fucking werewolves!? Someone must really hate them.
Notes:
Help! I'm too obsessed with The Quarry...
Chapter Text
Previously:
A thud resounded abruptly, and to the general horror an arm came out from behind some kind of bad taste painting.
"Well, it's bad," Emma whispered.
"This feels like my life right now," Laura said to herself. "The complaints will have to wait, now we need to fight."
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oOoOo
"Okay, this monster is not Silas. We have to corner it somewhere or it will be a disaster."
Ryan saw Dylan move towards the fireplace but stopped him. He wouldn't let the werewolf fight alone to save him. Not again. They will all worked together.
"The only place we can block him is the basement and…that's it! How do we lead him there?" Kaitlyn panicked as she saw the creature trying to pass.
Travis turned to Laura. "I'll try to take care of it. There's a trap door in Chris's office for full moons, but I'll need someone. The plan is for me to go down to the basement and exit through the other door, the one leading outside. Someone has to close the trap as soon as the werewolf has followed me inside."
"Do you think you can get out in time?" Ryan hastened to inquire, worried. The werewolf had just destroyed the stone wall further.
Travis turned to him and smiled slightly. "If you knew how many times I've done this. I'm even surprised to be alive today."
Ryan's eyes twitched but he relaxed a little. He didn't want anyone dead tonight, including this man.
"Alright, then I'll help." Laura was about to head for the office, but Travis stopped her.
"I'd rather you stay here in case Silas shows up."
"What are we waiting for then!?" Emma interrupted. "I will be the one to hide in Chris's secret room and as soon as the creature comes down, I'll close the trap door. Let's hurry!"
Travis ran upstairs just as the beast jumped to the ground. Emma meanwhile, had already disappeared into the office.
"Caleb, I know it's you. Sorry about that nephew," Travis said shooting the beast with a normal bullet. That seemed to be enough to piss it off as the werewolf began to chase him.
Meanwhile, Ryan hurriedly led the others behind some of the tables.
"Okay," Laura began, "we need to think of a way to kill Silas. I don't know if he's coming, but the best thing is to destabilize him. I suggest we go to the four corners of the house to surround him. Dylan will probably try to confront him, but we won't give him tim-"
Two glass explosions made them scream in panic and Ryan felt his heart drop when he saw not only Silas in front of them, but another werewolf behind them!
"Fuck! We're screwed!" Kaitlyn blurted.
The tables were far from ideal hiding places, especially when a 9-foot-tall werewolf was standing next to you. Ryan saw Silas running towards them but Dylan charged him with full force, meeting him half way. The other werewolf had meanwhile advanced in their direction. It seemed hesitant to attack, confused by the battle between the two feral monsters in front of them.
"The kitchen !" Abi exclaimed. "When I cooked with the children, I noticed that the cold room didn't open from the inside!"
"Good idea!" Laura was about to go, but Kaitlyn had beaten her to it.
"I'll take care of it! Silas is right here! We need you. Ryan, Laura, you know what you have to do!" With that she jumped aside throwing her makeshift silver weapon at the werewolf and headed straight for the kitchen, the latter following her.
The sounds of struggle and destruction were all around them now, and concern for their friends was clearly present in every breath that came out of their mouths. Ryan screamed as he saw Dylan being thrown into a wall and immediately aimed his gun at Silas. The sound of Silas's claws smacking against the flesh of Dylan echoed throughout the room and was causing him headaches and heart palpitations. He had to shoot, but the fear of hitting Dylan prevented him.
"Ryan! Shoot!" Laura screamed, trying to snatch his gun away from him.
"I can't! They keep moving. I will not take the risk! You wouldn't too if it was Max!"
She stopped moving at that, an invisible battle was playing out behind her eyes. He knew he had hit a nerve. Laura would do anything for Max, including letting them all die. He knew she understood him.
"Guys…" Abi whispered, her voice shaking. "I think we have a problem…"
The two turned and saw her pointing at the broken window Silas had entered through. Two yellow eyes bore into theirs. Abi let out a wail, tears streaming from her eyes.
"We're dead… It's over. We'll never survive."
Ryan bit his lip. He would have liked to tell her that she was wrong, that they shouldn't give up, but four werewolves? Four fucking werewolves!? Someone must really hate them.
"Okay," he whispered. "That means one of them is Jacob. We know he's alive at least now." Ryan snorted. "Okay, that's what we're going to do, I'm going to approach Silas and kill him to end this."
"But… and him?" Abi inquired. She was pointing at the new werewolf.
"I'll get his attention while you're out, and then I'll shoot Silas."
"Your plan sucks. You know that? You really think I'm going to let you fight and run away!" Laura looked furious.
"You can fight, but Abi can't. I'm not saying this to offend you Abi."
"Ryan, we're not going to leave you," Abi replied, despite her tremors.
"We're going to get this one's attention, you take care of Silas. Ryan, don't screw up." Laura gave him a hard-to-maintain look.
Ryan knew she was right. There was no place for failure. The pressure was starting to build inside him. He needed to succeed.
However, an explosion to his right propelled them several meters away, the weapon in his hands flying in the air.
"Fuck!"
Laura was going to try to reach it, but the new werewolf rushed straight at Abi, which forced her to intervene in time.
"RYAN! THE GUN!!!"
Stunned, Ryan was struggling to come to his senses. His whole being was screaming, his wounds hurting like never. As he opened his eyes, he quickly realized the pressing situation. Laura was repelling the werewolf's attacks with difficulty, delivering blow after blow so as not to give it time to attack her. She was impressive, but Ryan knew she didn't have much time.
He looked around, and his blood froze in his veins. Dylan was down further and didn't seem to be breathing. Fear engulfed him, filling him with doubts. It wasn't possible. It was a dream. It was all a dream and It wouldn't be long before Ryan woke up. His podcasts had finally gotten the better of his sanity. Dylan couldn't be…
Straightening up, he was about to approach Dylan when a body got between him and his friend. Two blood red eyes met his. They were far scarier than any werewolf, as they seemed to show some intelligence. Silas… the first werewolf.
It was as if the look of this creature spoke to him. "You can't outrun me" said those eyes. "I can smell you" They said again, while the beast smelt him. "I can hear you" they added, listening, ears pricked up. "I can see you", the beast watching his every move. "You can't escape" they finished, and Ryan knew he was the prey and that the hunter would soon attack. Silas was not like other werewolves. He looked the same as Chris after his second transformation, the awful one. He was just much bigger and thicker. This ugly monster. Ryan wondered how he had managed to stay hidden for so long with this body.
His own trembled as Silas took one step after another towards him. He was looking right at him, his eyes now dark, because of the absence of proper lighting or something else, Ryan didn't know. His jaw was clenched and somehow all Ryan could think about was how much more angular Dylan's jawline was. Dylan, whose body was still on the ground, unmoving.
Ryan glanced at the gun. It was only a few meters away, but Silas was also very close. He quickly leapt towards it, but the monster's body pinned him to the spot. But Ryan had succeeded. He managed to pull the arm with the shotgun free as he punched the beast across the face with it. The werewolf let go, staggering backward. And Ryan felt hurt, his insides screaming at the thought of losing. Everyone counted on him. Dylan counted on him and Ryan owed him that. He wouldn't let Silas take everything away from him, no matter what child was hidden inside.
So he fired. The ball sank into Silas's left flank. The beast howled, but to Ryan's horror came back to the charge, snarling. He was about to fire again when a body got in his way. Dylan had come to his senses. Despite his obvious injuries, he stood menacingly facing the other, the frown accentuated, the nostrils flared and eyes narrowed in fury, laser focused on Silas.
Silas pulled Dylan behind him to clear the way, but wolfy took the opportunity to grab him, trying to hold him back with his two huge arms. Ryan shot again, this time on the chest, making the beast shriek and it seemed to work, but not for long. Because Silas was already getting to his feet and he was doing it way too quickly.
"LAURA! ARE YOU SURE IT'S A SILVER BULLET?!"
"Yes! I don't understand what the fuck is going on with this fucker!"
Silas approached again, even after Dylan pulled him away. Like a bulldozer, he kept coming, ignoring the bullets piercing his skin. Ryan could see it on his face, the rage to tear him apart, to bite him, eat him. Silas's only goal was now to kill him.
He tried everything and aimed for his head. The two red eyes quickly understood what he wanted to do, but Ryan didn't give him time to dodge and fired. The heavy body collapsed and everything stopped after that. The muffled noises around them stopped too. It was the end.
Ryan saw Dylan explode and regain his human appearance, completely covered in blood. Finally… finally they had succeeded.
Dylan lost his balance slightly before he turned to him, and Ryan's eyes widened at the look on his face. His eyes were glassy, as if he wasn't really there. He walked towards him, and Ryan didn't know how to react.
"Dylan?" Ryan whispered, his voice desperate, only to be met with no response as the boy slumped over him, breathing hard and smelling his scent to search for his wounds just like he did when he was still a werewolf. Ryan couldn't push him away. He didn't have any strength left, and he didn't really want to. So he tried to reassure him as best he could and took him in his arms. "I'm here. I'm okay. Everything is fine now."
It took a lot of willpower to stop himself from kissing Dylan's forehead.
"Dylan?" Ryan tried again hoping to get through, but no such luck.
Fortunately, Dylan's hold went slack and Ryan saw him blinking hard, trying to get out of the daze of whatever had just transpired. He caressed his cheek, and Dylan closed his eyes, collapsing into his arms, asleep.
And for the first time since this night had begun, Ryan could finally breathe again.
Chapter 7: Chapitre 7
Summary:
Together, breathing in unison, they stood in the quiet room, staring at one another. Ryan's gaze had changed. He was now staring at him intently.
"Stop you sad puppy eyes. It's not working anymore. If you want to use them, turn back into Wolfy," Ryan finally said with a small smile, despite the obvious sadness on his face.
Dylan laughs lightly before hugging him. "Wow Wofly. Such a cute name for a werewolf."
They stayed like that for a long time, refusing to break the silence.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Previously : It took a lot of willpower to stop himself from kissing Dylan's forehead. “Dylan?” Ryan tried again hoping to get through but no such luck. Fortunately, Dylan’s hold went slack and Ryan saw him blinking hard, trying to get out of the daze of whatever had just transpired. He caressed his cheek, and Dylan closed his eyes, collapsing into his arms, asleep. Ryan could finally breathe again.
oOoOo
Sweet…
It smelled sweet. And it was driving him crazy. He needed to get closer, to take a deep breath of this smell. He wanted to possess it, to become one with it. The owner of this smell would be his.
A growl came from the depths of his mind. The smell had suddenly changed. It was now completely surrounded by fear and despair. He didn't like this change. Not at all. He needed to act and give back its sweetness to this smell. The sweetness of his human.
oOoOo
He groaned when he saw the silhouette of one of his own in front of a human. His human. Danger, screamed his mind. This other was a danger. He was the cause of the tumult which ran through the bewitching smell. This weakling was going to regret wanting to attack what was his. So he bit, struck and tore, sending the other away. His anger was so great that he didn't notice his human had fled behind him.
But the beast noticed it and jumped after Sweet human. He was going to break his opponent apart for thinking he could win against him.
When he saw them further away, his human was on the ground and smelled of blood. The other was about to bite his head, but He was faster. He tore the other's arm causing his opponent to let out a loud yelp and howling cry. But he couldn't care less.
He then stood over his tiny human and looked at the other him and let out a roar. It was a warning. Next time he would end him. The other ran away before he could do that but it wasn't enough. He was still furious, confused too. His senses were exclusively focused on the human. This little thing was such a small creature. If he really wanted, he was sure he could eat it with a few bites. The human's limbs were so thin.
He couldn't prevent his muzzle from approaching the little neck of his sweet human.
"Dylan?"
The voice Sweet Human let out took him by surprise. Dylan? What was Dylan? Intrigued, he gently licked the cold skin, taking care not to touch it with his teeth. Humans could die so easily. Even if the smell was very enticing, he didn't feel like eating Sweet Thing at all.
"Dylan? Is that you? You recognize me buddy?"
Again with this Dylan… Was that his name ? Dylan… He was Dylan.
When he felt Sweet Thing move, he growled menacingly. He had no desire to let him go.
But the human was hurt. He was in pain. Dylan needed to protect him.
Sweet…
It smelled sweet again and Dylan would do anything to keep it that way.
oOoOo
Dylan barely opened his eyes. He was overwhelmed by all sorts of strange sensations. The long dream he had, was by far the strangest. Werewolves? And him turning into one of them too? He knew he was deep into Ryan but to the point to take on the male lead in Beauty and the Beast? Although Ryan would be perfect as Belle now that he thought about it.
Yes, weirdest dream ever.
His head was spinning dangerously when he tried to open his eyes again.
"Our little puppy is finally awake."
Dylan jumped hearing Kaitlyn's voice. When he saw her appearance, he couldn't stop the gasps from escaping his mouth. The girl had a big cut on her cheek and a black eye. Her body was also completely covered with strange substances that smelled really bad.
"My god, what happened to you?"
Kaitlyn smiled before raising her head proudly. She put her hand on her hips as if she thought she was a super heroine and struck a pose.
"Oh you know, not much, just a bloodthirsty villainous werewolf. Good thing you at least were a gentleman."
So it wasn't a dream!? Dylan felt his body freeze as he remembered the way his wolf had carried Ryan around, but also the time he had rubbed up against him like a poor dog in heat.
"Kaitlyn. Kill me," he whispered, hiding his face.
"Oh no, big guy, that's way too funny!"
Dylan grumbled before looking around, expecting the others to be there too. But there were only the two of them.
"Where's Ryan? Is he okay? And the others?!" he hastened to ask, panicked.
"We really see where your priorities are. Since you ask, everyone is fine. Laura and Max are together again. Abi is going to need a very nice psychiatrist, but hey, the same for the rest of us. Emma has never been in better shape. Jacob and Nick are a bit shaken but okay. Caleb is healed, Travis is going to need stitches. And for Ryan, well… because a mysterious werewolf fell in love with him and had been kind enough to protect him, it could have been worse for him. The condition of his leg and his ankle is not too serious. It's his arm which is a little more concerning. Luckily he sanitized in time. Again, thank you wolfy for carrying him to a medicine cabinet. Literally. If I had ever known I was going to meet a doctor wolf one day, I would have kept a notebook on me to ask for an autograph."
Dylan sighed. Even if his honor was violated, at least Ryan was fine.
Someone knocked and Kaitlyn got up to open the door. Dylan's blush deepened as he saw the owner of his thought with food in hand staring at him, embarrassed.
"I think I'll leave you two together. After tonight, I'm sure you have plenty to talk about!"
Kaitlyn walked past Ryan and whispered quickly in his ear.
"Should we start calling you beast tamer?"
Ryan smiled rolling his eyes.
"Very funny."
She closed the door after winking at him.
Ryan walked into the room, slowing down like he wasn't sure if Dylan would want him there. Like Dylan hadn't spent the last five hours following him like a dog.
"Hm. Are you okay?" Ryan was glancing around so he wouldn't look him in the eye.
"I'm the one who should ask you," Dylan replied with a cheeky little grin. He vividly remembered the sweetness Ryan had shown him that night, and Dylan would always keep the memory of his adorable reactions in his heart.
He suddenly had an idea. He quickly withdrawn within himself and shook his shoulders pitifully. As expected Ryan panicked and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Dylan? What's the matter? Are you hurt? Show me."
But Dylan didn't answer. He moaned softly and Ryan ended up taking him in his arms. And Dylan took full advantage of it and rubbed his face against the other boy's neck.
His hair was all messed up now but he didn't care. He smiled when Ryan started stroking his hair gently.
"Don't worry… It's all over now?" Ryan tried to reassure him. He didn't seem to know what to say to console him. Yet for Dylan, he was doing perfectly.
Dylan bit his lip. He was so lost for this guy. He didn't know it was possible to fall even more in love. It was a disaster!
"I'm never going to be able to look you in the eye again," Dylan muttered, his face still hidden in Ryan's shoulder.
"What?" Ryan asked, eyebrows raised, and a lost expression on his face.
"My god, the humiliation! I'm glad to have been useful to you, but I would have preferred to act like a cool and impressive canine and not like a poor…poodle in heat," he continued, mortified.
"Wait. Are you whining… because of this?" Ryan looked genuinely dumbfounded.
"Well, yes, why?" Dylan grumbled, still acting. Teasing the poor boy had become his favorite game.
Ryan pushed him away with a frustrated scoff. "You are the worst," he told him fondly, standing again to walk towards the door to join the others.
"Ryan! Don't go! Don't leave me after everything we've been through together! You have to take responsibility now that my wolf has imprinted on you!" He exclaimed in his cheesiest voice.
Ryan ignored him, rolling his eyes.
Dylan was definitely back.
oOoOo
The two didn't have time to talk after that. Everything happened too quickly. Travis called the police and to everyone's shock, Caleb who felt guilty after all these years, placed himself as the culprit. He lied and told the police that he and Kaylee had chased the other counselors trying to play a joke on them, but that the situation had turned sour when a bear had actually came. In wanting to defend themselves, one of his bullets had hit Kaylee. As for Chris, his parents had hidden his body and claimed he had left the day before. It wasn't the best lie, but it was too late to think of something else. Nobody was crazy enough to believe their werewolf story.
It had been extremely hard for Dylan to be separated from Ryan. His whole being was crying out for him to stay by his side. After their interrogation, they were taken to the Harbinger motel. Laura and Max laughed at the irony of the situation. The two were pretty nice if we forget that Max had almost killed Emma.
Once the police left, Dylan waited a few minutes in his room, before getting out and going to Ryan's. He knocked slowly, but recieved no response, so he opened the door. Ryan stood in the middle of the room, a towel around his neck.
"Ryan?"
He wanted to come closer, but the broken voice of the boy stopped him.
"I want to be alone."
That was a lie. Dylan knew it. Ryan had used the same voice as him when everything was going wrong in his life. Like him, he preferred to reject people, when in reality he only wanted to be heard. And Dylan was nothing, if not persistent. So he approached again, and wanted to touch him, but Ryan shoved him away.
"Please, just leave me alone!"
Dylan backed away slightly before gently taking his hand. "Ryan, you don't have to do that. You saw me in my most vulnerable moments. It doesn't mean you are weak if you have them too. You have the right to be sad. I am the last person who would judge you for that. I would have left you alone, if I knew you weren't lying. I'm here."
Together, breathing in unison, they stood in the quiet room, staring at one another. Ryan's gaze had changed. He was now staring at him intently.
"Stop you sad puppy eyes. It's not working anymore. If you want to use them, turn back into Wolfy," Ryan finally said with a small smile, despite the obvious sadness on his face.
Dylan laughs lightly before hugging him. "Wow Wofly. Such a cute name for a werewolf."
They stayed like that for a long time, refusing to break the silence.
Ryan sighed and pressed closer to him. Yes, he had lied. He didn't want to be alone at all. He just wasn't used to showing his feelings. He looked down and thought about Chris. He didn't even have time to grieve. Now that everything was over, all the memories of that night came rushing back to his mind. Chris was dead. Kaylee too and now Ryan didn't know what to do. A laugh escaped his throat despite himself, a fake laugh that would have hurt anyone who heard it, but Ryan didn't care. Feeling Dylan stroke his hair, the laughter began to hurt as tears filled Ryan's eyes.
Dylan didn't ask any questions and just hugged him tighter. He didn't need words, he understood. He looked at Ryan, the guy looked so exhausted, so... off. He stood motionless, staring into space. Dylan wanted to help him so badly. If only to relieve him a little of the weight he constantly carried on his shoulders.
Dylan had never told him but he knew about his family situation. He had overheard him confide in M. Hackett one day at camp. He hadn't wanted to listen, but Ryan's voice full of doubt and distress had pinned him to the spot. It was that same day he had started to see him differently. He had finally been able to understand him a little. Ryan always thought of his sister first, always sacrificing more for her well-being. Their father and mother having abandoned them, Ryan had always done his best so that his little sister lacked nothing. So seeing him like this, trying harder than anything to catch what little breath he had left, inhaling in vain, constantly choking, brought tears to his eyes.
Dylan felt Ryan hide his face in his neck when his body started to shake. He looked so small, terribly vulnerable. Without being able to stop them, Ryan started having hiccups.
Dylan did his best to comfort him saying sweet words after sweet words.
After a while, Dylan finally leads them onto the bed, quickly laying down before gently sliding Ryan onto him, placing his head on his shoulder while continuing to whisper reassuring words.
"I killed him…," Ryan suddenly confessed, his voice broken. "I killed the only person who was there for me when my life was at its worst."
Dylan listened to Ryan telling him how he had met Chris, Kaylee and Caleb and how Chris Hackett had taken him under his wing. He said nothing, letting him finish.
"The worst part is that I know they screwed up. They took the risk of attacking innocent people! Emma and Kaitlyn are right. They should have locked themselves up if they knew about the threat that they were representing. Kaitlyn told me that Chris had at least tied himself in the house. I don't understand why his children didn't do the same!" His anger was present in his voice, as well as his incomprehension. He had always trusted Kaylee. The girl was incredibly smart. He couldn't understand her anymore.
Silence returned, but Dylan broke it after a few seconds.
"In this house, my memories are hazy, but I remember your horrified cry when this wolf attacked me. You protected me. It was not Chris at that time, but a creature ready for anything to kill. I don't know by what miracle I didn't become like him, but if I had been in Chris' place at that moment, I would have wanted you to kill me. I would never have forgiven myself if I had hurt you or worse killed you. I even think that I would have ended my life from guilt and sadness. If Chris is the one you describe, then he would have wished the same thing. In camp, everyone could see how much he cared about you."
Ryan felt the tears flow again.
"Shh. It's alright… I'm here… you have the right to cry," Dylan lulled him in his softest voice possible.
Ryan continued to shake, his eyes haunted by the memory of Chris' last cry when Dylan began to hum a song softly, hugging him tighter to his chest.
Broken into
Torn apart
Worlds colliding
And there we are
Here I stand
Painted red
With thoughts of whispers
Inside my head
Ryan smiled. "I didn't know Dylan Dylan could sing," he said quietly.
Dylan put on a proud look that Ryan found very similar to the ones he made as Wolfy.
"I never show all my cards!" he laughed.
Ryan watched Dylan silently. He had never seen him so close, except during the kiss at the campfire.
Dylan returned his gaze and Ryan saw him getting slightly closer. As he stopped inches from his lips, Ryan whispered.
"I thought you were going to kiss me."
Dylan's eyes widened, before jerking back, spitting nonsenses.
"No!" He shouted. "I mean… no. It was just- I swear it wasn't my…intention."
"Don't worry about-" Ryan tried to stop him but Dylan panicked even more.
"Yo-you know, I'm not attracted to you, like… at all. I don't find you incredibly mysterious, and terribly sexy either… Well… that's not what I meant- it's just… you know that I… that you are a…well-"
Two lips kept him from sinking any further. Dylan took a few seconds to realize that Ryan was kissing him. When his brain finally understood, he immediately returned the kiss with enthusiasm and hurriedly slid one hand against Ryan's cheek, cupping his face, while the other landed behind his neck, drawing him closer. Ryan let out a muffled moan of surprise, before relaxing and letting him take over.
Completely possessed by desire, Dylan put his hand down Ryan's hips and the chaste kiss soon turned passionate. The mere touch of their lips was enough to drive them crazy. Ryan pulled back slightly to say something, but Dylan didn't give him the chance, pulling him into another, more intense kiss.
It was intoxicating. And if the way Ryan's pupils were blown wide was anything to go by, he was feeling the same way.
Dylan smiled as he finally took a step back. Ryan was struggling to catch his breath, his face burning. Dylan loved seeing his skin darken with embarrassment.
"If this is your way of shutting me up, don't hesitate to do it again," he slipped with a mischievous smile.
Ryan blinked in bewilderment before silencing him with a peck.
"Stop being an idiot and hug me. I just need a moment to recover from my emotions," he said, closing his eyes in fatigue.
Dylan complied, laying him on his shoulder.
"Rest, god knows what tomorrow will bring."
Ryan sighed happily as he buried his head in his neck. It wasn't as comfortable as Dylan's previous fur, but Ryan could spend all those nights in that position and sleep like a baby.
He was about to succumb to sleep when he heard Dylan mutter.
"Fortunately I didn't lose my hand. Imagine, you would never have tasted the pleasure of being for one night a Disney princess."
"Dylan?" He called.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up," Ryan growled before drifting off into a restful sleep.
Dylan looked at him for a moment, before he too felt sleep taking him away. His heart still hadn't calmed down and the blood in his veins was still pulsing strangely. Unconsciously, he engulfed Ryan even more in his arms, completely covering him with his scent and shielding him from the outside world.
He didn't hear the growl coming from deep inside either. The smell… the smell was back. And now the owner of that smell really belonged to him.
To Be Continued in part 2.
Notes:
Wow! I didn't expect this fic to be so popular. I was really happy to read all your feedbacks. It was not planned, but I decided to make a part 2 to this story. I will post it very soon, I already started writing the first chapter. The smut will therefore be in this part for those who are disappointed 😌, but I consider that The Beast Inside doesn't need any. The characters have suffered far too much not to rest a little. I'm curious to hear your theories on the sequel. I have too many ideas !
I was too inspired by the game and by the characters. I know a lot of people didn't like Ryan in the game, but to me his character is extremely deep. When you are told that someone close to you has done something serious, but you feel like you know this person by heart, for you it is unthinkable that this is the truth. Denial is powerful, especially when it comes to someone you love. Chris' character wasn't horrible, but while playing, I always wondered why he let his kids roam the forest after what happened to the two campers. I find it unconscious and even if he tried to tied himself as best he could, why didn't he use the electric cells present in the house? Ryan is a untrusting person. He keeps his feelings to himself and I'm sure when Dylan flirted with him in the game he had a hard time believing he was being sincere. It was only after he and Dylan discussed Dylan's true personality that his eyes changed when looking at the other boy.
I love Dylan. I love Ryan. Their development was for me a pleasure to watch. I hope you liked this first part and will still be there for : My Sweet Human.
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