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 A dream of wolves in the snow, Alec <3
Erik Dwight
 Posted: Dec 16 2016, 02:25 PM
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Once more, the cruel cold of winter had taken over, covering the treetops in the parks and the rooftops of the city. There was an artificial glow in all the streets, coming from the richly decorated windows of the shops and the millions of lights in the shapes of snowmen, angels and Christmas trees. But tonight, Erik had no eye for these things, and even less patience to linger and watch. It was not much different from the way he usually viewed the ways muggles turned Christmas into a celebration where too much money was wasted on electricity. He preferred the more nature-bond traditions they used to celebrate at home - used to, because his grandparents had made it rather clear that their grandson was no longer as welcome as he used to be, infected with lycanthropy and bringing shame on their name he had taken up again soon after graduating. How he was going to spend Christmas this year, he did not know yet - but in this very moment, he could not care less either.

His mind felt fogged, despite the Wolfsbane Severin always brewed and despite his religious swallowing of said potion. Bushes and the bark of a tree rubbed against his fragile body that had sprouted the soft, dirty white fur again, while only his eyes remained the same - a dull green, eventually not so different from the green of firs that were used for Christmas trees. The young man - no, the wolf - could not see properly either, the swings of the playground within the park mere shadows, as well as the frozen duck pond. He should not be here, should not be here at all, but somehow, he had missed the fact that full moon was rising again. It was hard to ignore, with the days of full moon marked on his calendar and his body aching as soon as the time to turn approached.

Maybe he had not forgotten - maybe, he had simply tried to deny the truth that it would be like this forever: to anticipate full moon, to turn and suffer, to dig his own claws into his flesh until the beast inside was satisfied again. The howl that came over his lips, forcing its way through gritted teeth, came out in a choke, and his paws slid over the snow-dusted grass for a moment, making him slither further a few feet before he gained back control over this body that was held upright by four legs, his tail being dragged behind him through the cool snow. With a soft whimper, he shook his mighty head and blinked, gazing around.

Erik - no, the wolf - could feel the heartbeats of the sleeping ducks by the frozen lake, and then, he could also feel the heartbeat of something bigger. His ears twitched and he growled, speeding up his steps. Usually, he would leave the city and hide in the woods until it was all over again, dragging his hurt and bleeding body to Severin or Kiljan - never Honoré. The Frenchman could not - must not - know. Not yet. Not now. Eventually not forever. But right now, Erik’s only thoughts revolved around his own survival while he was almost running over the lawns, skipping roots of trees and trash bins that had been put up. Even the puddles on the paths that lead through the park were frozen, and he skipped them as well until he paused dead in his tracks.

The small, white wolf gazed at the figure that approached, green eyes almost glowing in the dimly lit night. His body was tense, and the growl continued - a rumbling sound from somewhere deep, deep inside his body - while he laid back his ears. Run, run he thought - to himself, to the human that was coming close. Erik was scared - not really for himself, but for the human. What if he lost control, and what if he would just dig his fangs in the soft skin of the neck, tear it open and taste the b-

He howled - in panic - his whole posture showing immediate submission. But he couldn’t move.

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Despite having a job that kept him outside in all sorts of weather, no matter how ugly it was, Alec still managed to find himself wandering outside. It was a habit left over from when he was a child and feeling trapped in his house, desperately needing to go anywhere that was not inside his room, staring at the wall. It was why he had started up archery in the first place, why quidditch had sucked him in like an extremely powerful magnet. The breeze ruffling his hair like how he imagined a mother's fingers would do, the freedom to yell and spread his arms and be whatever he wanted to be with no one to observe him or judge him.

That being said, it was possible that he should perhaps be a bit more careful when he chose to go on these nighttime wanderings, because while he had not realized it when stepping out of his house, the moon was big and bright in the sky, so bright that it bore some resemblance to daytime. It certainly did not help that all of the Christmas lights were up, casting colored shadows over the frozen ground. Perhaps he should have been more careful. Merlin only knew that Beau would kill him if he knew that Alec was out right now. And if Beau did not kill him, Sascha would. Perks of having people he loved, he supposed. They loved him right back, and therefore would do anything they could to remind him to stay safe. Idiots.

His fingertips were brushing over the rough bark of the trees as he passed them, splinters briefly catching on his quidditch callused skin. Years of catching a quaffle were catching up to him, rips, tears, and scabs making their marks on his hands. Hand pain was not a new thing to him, and as he walked, the pain was a mere niggling annoyance in the back of his mind. For the most part, though, he was calm. His mind was like a serene ocean, blue and gentle and softly sparkling in the sun like the sea at Bora Bora. This was the ideal situation, despite the full moon and the risks that came with it, and he was planning on going with it for as long as he possibly could.

And then he had to stop walking, because panicfearpainfearpanic ripped through his chest, a feeling along the lines of what he thought a heart attack might be like. Alec pressed a hand to his heart, breathing in deep. This wasn't his panic. Years of dealing with foreign emotions had taught him that much, at least. He could separate it now, having at least learned that it was possible to put the foreign emotions in a box and figure out what the hell was going on. In this case, apparently, as he looked up and realized that he wasn't completely alone, it was a wolf. A tiny wolf. "Hey... easy." Alec stayed put, stretching a hand out to the little wolf. "I won't hurt you. It's okay." Merlin, if only he could apparate away and not have to worry about whether or not the wolf would take out its panic on something else...

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In all those months - no, years by now - Erik had learned to avoid human contact around full moon, had learned to shape reasonable excuses for not coming to work, for skipping deadlines and avoiding any kind of interaction with those he was usually spending large amounts of time with. His lycanthropy was a well-kept secret - kept so well that there were no files, no data, no records of Erik Leander, former Dwight having been bitten by a werewolf, ever. Severin had done a good job at disguising it all - and Erik was playing into his hands by not even telling those he was close to, only allowing Severin (and lately Sascha) to keep this knowledge to themselves. Yet he had made a mistake today by walking these roads, his messed up sense of navigation taunting him as he had no idea where he had been running and where he was now.

The lights from the streets and the lanterns no longer mattered while his green eyes were settled on the human in front of him. There was no sign of recognition, nothing that would have stopped him from attacking if the Wolfsbane was not keeping him at bay. All he heard was the man’s heartbeat that almost felt as agitated as his own, while he lowered his head, ears pressed tightly against his skull while his tail was between his legs. He was scared - and in a way, he was most likely more scared of the human than this human was of him. It was not the way nature had designed these bodies, yet it also spoke for the fact that he had never been meant to transform into a wolf every month, to suffer severe pain days afterwards and to look at himself in the mirror while seeing nothing but a monster.

He could hear the man speaking, although the meaning of the words dawned on him with a few seconds of delay - just like they always did when he was in a state like this, wanting to throw himself to the ground and whimper instead of dealing with this whole situation. A shiver went through the small wolf’s body as he dared taking a few tiny steps forward, sniffing on that extended hand and shaking his head a little. I won’t hurt you. The wolf did not trust these words and took a step back again, growling lowly. The nervous beating of his own heart was still distracting him too much, the panic still coming over him in waves before he finally decided to flop down on his backside, feeling the cold soak through his fur while tilting his head.

His ears were still alert, his whole body ready to jump - yet he did not run away, waiting almost patiently for the next steps. Erik gazed at the sky, where the moon was still shining so painfully bright. If only the sun would rise, then he would be more capable of taking care of himself again instead of submitting to the beast that seemed to be worse at navigating than he was in his human shape. A bark came through gritted teeth, another growl - both warning and question at once. He did not trust himself not to hurt this human, as he had stopped trusting himself a long, long time ago. And while they were doing this strange dance between human and wolf, single snowflakes started falling down from the sky again, becoming one with the small wolf’s white fur.

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