@hanni-bunny-lecter I’ve never written about werewolves, but I hope this helps lift your spirits a little! ❤
“How long have you had this condition?”
Will held the tattered ruins of his clothes, and sighed. “Since I was a kid.”
“I see.” Hannibal used a handkerchief to wipe at some gore on Will’s face, to little effect. “And this is the first time you’ve lost control?”
“N-no I.” A frown. “But I learned. I haven’t lost control in a long time.”
“Something has set you off.” An obvious statement, but there was a question in it.
“I… was hungry.” It was the only explanation Will could come up with.
“Ravenous hunger is a common theme in tales of werewolves. An insatiable need to hunt. Have you been neglecting your appetite, Will?”
“I don’t have that kind of appetite.”
Hannibal’s eyes glinted in the moonlight. He smiled. “Your instincts seem to say otherwise.”
“My instincts are not mine, they’re… something else.”
“But they are yours, Will. Your lycanthropy is a part of you, and you will never fully be in control as long as you deny that part of yourself.”
Will scoffed. “What would you know about it?”
“I have something of a monster inside me as well. I have accepted mine. Can you accept yours?” Clouds covered the moon, darkening the night sky. It made Hannibal’s expression almost threatening.
“I don’t know.”
“I can help you, if you ask me to.”
It was a tempting offer. “I’ll… think about it.”
It had been some months since Hannibal had offered his help. At times, Will wasn’t certain it was the best choice to accept.
But now, sitting on the roof of his home in Wolf Trap, it was difficult to argue against the results. A full belly, and in complete control of his transformations. He’d never felt better in his life.
He stretched out his clawed fingers and toes, and yawned.
“Tired?” Beside him, Hannibal was knitting. He’d taken it up recently, reasoning Will would need a warm sweater that fit him for the coming winter. Apparently, Will’s thick fur wasn’t enough.
Will huffed, then nosed at Hannibal’s cheek. He wasn’t tired, but restless.
“So soon? Insatiable boy.” Setting the knitting aside, Hannibal scritched behind Will’s ears and nuzzled into his fur. “Oh, I’m afraid you’re in dire need of a bath.”
If Will was able to roll his eyes, he would have. Instead, he growled softly. He wasn’t a dog, dammit. Although, he had been spending a lot of nights in his wolf form, lately. With Hannibal’s guidance, it had become more… comfortable.
“Come now, dear Will. I promise to brush you out and rub your belly.”
The price he paid for Hannibal’s help was Hannibal’s condescension. He growled louder and bared his teeth.
Hannibal laughed. “All right. Shall we go hunting, then?”
Will grinned. Well. Sort of. Hannibal understood, at any rate.
“Excellent. I’ve heard whispers of a group of young men who have taken to dog fighting.”
Will let out a pleased rumble. Things really were better now, with Hannibal.
Lol, of course Will wants to avenge hurt doggies, of course XD
Moon Over Wolf Trap
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