#frerardwerewolf

Summary: Frank is a werewolf. He’s out running in the woods one night when he’s shot by a hunter with a silver bullet, and ends up collapsing on the grounds of Sir Way, who takes him in to care for him. The silver poisoning has a weird effect on him, and Frank - who has never known finery OR or someone quite like Lord Way - doesn’t know what makes his head spin more.

"You all right?" The kid’s voice is a bit rough from smoking, and Frank jerks his gaze up until he’s looking him in the eye. He swallows and doesn’t answer, but he does fall to his knees. What? What? His brain is screaming at him to get up, get out, what are you doing?, but his body’s separated itself again. He’s in full lizard-brain mode, and when he goes for the guy’s belt, then his button, and then his zipper, the guy doesn’t stop him. Frank thinks he might be frozen in shock, but so is Frank, really, apart from this crazy fucking need. 

Summary: Frank's a very playful werewolf.