#wolf!sam

“Hardly!”

“You’re right.” He vanished from his spot and a noise behind you tipped you to his presence behind you.  Stumbling away and turning, you put distance between the two of you.  He looked at you with his chin held high.  “I’m a god.”

ALL RIGHT, THEN.  HE CAN DO THAT, APPARENTLY.  

“Run,” he said.

So you did.

Snow crunched, and you barely ducked in time to avoid his swing from where he had appeared behind you.  The ax was buried in the tree trunk.  

You jerked away from him, but your neckline caught and forced a gagging noise from you.  Grabbing your cape, you turned to look-

Shit.

Your cape hood was caught in the tree with the ax head.  Sparing a glance to Dean-Mon, he smiled wickedly at you, mad delight and bloodlust sparked in his eyes – he was having fun.  He let go of the ax, pinning your cape to the tree.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he quipped casually, that stupid grin still plastered on his face, “Come here often?”

No.  Not happening.

Unclasping the cape, you rolled away from the maniac – and when you got to your feet, you ran. It was colder without your cape, but you also knew it wouldn’t give you away as much as it had.  But you knew he didn’t need a cape to find you.

“Run all you want, Little One,” his voice boomed from somewhere ahead and to the left of you.  You dodged to the right and avoided his swing downward (how many axes did he have?) to where you would have been.  “I’m still gonna eat you.”

Yeah, screw that right to Hell.

You unsheathed your knife and held it in a near-blind panic as you continued racing down the mountainside.  He was going to catch you, you knew it, but you were at least going to give him a chase.

So you did.  You ran and ran and ran.  He disappeared for seemingly several hours at a time, which you took advantage of by hiding and catching your breath.

The third time you got up from hiding, your hair stood on end.  Something was wrong.

You turned to the source of your uneasiness and realized why.  Dean-Mon was right there.  Ax being brought down in a violent swing.

Time slowed. There was no way you could avoid that hit.  But there was, however, a way to minimize the damage you received.  Spinning to your right, you twisted your body away as he brought the ax down.

Metal sliced through leather, skin, muscle, and scraped bone.  A scream ripped from your throat as blood gushed from your wound.  You got to your feet and ran as best you could. You didn’t know if he’d give you time to bind your bleeding thigh, but you didn’t have much of a choice if you wanted to have a chance at surviving.

You dove under a thicket bush and laid there for a few minutes until your desperate heartbeat calmed and your breathing stopped burning.  You cut a strip from your shirt and tied it around your thigh.

He stalked past your hiding place once, calling out to you in a playful, sing-song manner.  “Oh, Little One… Red, Red Riding Hood, come on out, now.  Don’t be shy!”

You waited a long time before getting up and moving on, limping lightly as you went.

A branch snapped behind you.  You whirled around barely in time to see him heft his ax over his shoulder, grasping the handle with both hands.

You narrowed your eyes and dashed toward him. He threw his ax.  You went to your knees and leaned back, sliding forward over the frozen ground.  It passed over you with inches between.  Lurching forward, you aimed at Dean-Mon’s chest and tightened your grip on the knife. He didn’t seem to have anticipated you throwing yourself at him, as his face fell in confusion and he took a step back.

You slammed into him, knocking him off the ground and into the snow.  Burying the blade in his heart, you looked him in the eyes.  Both of you were breathing heavily.

Dean-Mon’s face was carefully blank.  But he was still breathing.

Shit.  The knife hadn’t worked!  Fumbling in your pockets, you scrambled for the vial of salt.

He laughed under you. “By blood we have been made,” he whispered, as you uncorked the vial, “And by blood, we will be unmade.”  He still spoke in that blood-rage voice that made you understand that he was a protector god of family – and you had hurt his family.  Frantically, you poured the salt into his open mouth.  He gagged, turned his head, and spat it out forcefully.  Blood, salt, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as he looked back up at you and smiled.

Panic spiked in your chest and your shoved yourself to the side, to get away, to get far far away from him-

“Oh, no.”  He grabbed your wrist and yanked you back down into the snow beside him.  “You’re the last tribute, remember?”

Your leg hurt. You were still bleeding.  You had stabbed a god.  You had poured salt in his mouth.  Why wasn’t he angry?

“If you last through the day,” he reminded you.  It was another hour at least until sundown.  He huffed a laugh and raised his eyebrows as he said, “I give up.  You win.”

You blinked.  What?  “Wh- What?  No, you can’t- Can you?  Is that-” you narrowed your eyes as he released your wrist and pulled the knife from his chest, “Why?”

He got to his knees, placed a hand on your shoulder, and pushed you down.

Fear surged through your bones.  Had he lied just then?  He was going to kill you.  You were going to die-

His free hand covered the bandaged gash in your thigh and he raised his face to the sky.  His mouth opened and strange, hollow words were spoken.  His eyes were taken over by a bright green light – the same light that shone from his hand on your leg.  A cold heat seared your skin and you screamed, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut.

< part four     part six >

Getting the wolf back to your house was going to be difficult. He was too big for you to carry and you couldn’t tell if he was able to walk. “Ok buddy, I’m gonna help you but you’re gonna have to walk.” You coaxed him gently. The wolf titled it’s head slightly as he listened to your voice. A sort of understanding passed through his eyes, and with a pained whine he got to his feet. “All right let’s take this slow. Just follow me, and we’ll get you all taken care of.” You felt a little silly talking to the wolf but it was better than absolute silence.

The trip back to your house was slow and you could tell the wolf was in pain and was quickly tiring. He barely made it to your house but once you got there, you swiftly jumped into action. He had collapsed in the middle of your living room, and you knew time wasn’t on your side. Rushing around your house you grabbed anything you could think of that could help. Kneeling by his side you quickly began to disinfect the wound. The wolf flinched slightly but didn’t make any moves to stop you. There was no way that you could stitch the wound, so you bandaged it up the best you could.

Running to your fridge, you grabbed some sliced ham and cheese. It wasn’t the best but it was all you had, as you passed through the kitchen you grabbed a bowl and filled it with water. Walking back into the room you placed both items in front of the wolf, hoping he’d be interested. The wolf barely lifted his head in acknowledgment. “Come on buddy, you need to eat.” You begged him. The wolf let out a low warning growl and you backed off. He was obviously sick of your antics. “All right, all right jeez, I leave you alone.” You put your hands up in surrender. There was nothing more that you could do to help him, either he’d eat or he wouldn’t.

~~~~~

The next morning when you woke up the previous evening rushed back to you. Part of you wondered if it was a dream but when you walked into your living room and found the wolf still there you knew it wasn’t. The first thing you noticed was that all of the food was gone and so was most of the water. Doing a little happy dance, you laughed when the wolf wagged his tail at you. “Did you just wag your tail at me? I thought was just a dog thing.” You giggled. It was honestly ridiculous that you were actually talking to a wolf but it made you happy.

He seemed to be doing much better than the night before, and you were hoping that that his recovery would be a swift one. “Ok, I have to take a look at you back. Please don’t bite me.” You watch him cautiously as you sat down beside him. When he heard your voice he started wagging his tail and you took that as a good sign. Gently pulling the bandage back, a gasp of surprise escaped you. The wound was gone, as in there was nothing there and never had been. It wasn’t possible, but the proof was in front of you. “I’m finally losing it.” You muttered to yourself as you stared at the spot were the wound should have been. Without any warning the wolf turned and licked you right on the cheek. “Ewwwww.” You shrieked jumping up. The wolf looked up at you with his tongue hanging out and a playfulness in his eye. “Well it looks like my mind was playing tricks on me last night. You’re all right after all.” You said more for yourself than the wolf. You were still quite disturbed about your discovery but there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

Shaking your head, you smiled down at the wolf. “I have to go to work, when I get back I’ll figure out what I’m going to do with you.” He gave a small woof and you couldn’t help but giggle, he definitely was a cutie.

~~~~~

Coming back home, you were greeted by a wagging tail and a wolf smile. He honestly was so adorable, by no means the fierce predator that you were expecting. Sighing, you looked down at him. You should let him go but you felt like he still needed some recovery time. “Well, I think I’m gonna keep you, at least for a little while. Now I need to find something to call you so I stop calling you wolf. Hmmmmm what about Sam?” The wolfs ears perked up and you took that as his approval. “Sam it is.” It was strange, you felt like that name belonged to him but you couldn’t figure out why.

~~~~~

A week had passed since you had found Sam. Without even realizing it, you had become attached to the wolf. He always brought a smile to your face and you couldn’t help but love him. Sometimes you wondered what he thought of you. He had an unusual look of intelligence in his eyes and sometimes it was almost like he understood what you were saying. Either way you loved him but you knew soon you would have to let him go.

The first few days he had been super cautious but now he had no issue snuggling up with you. He seemed to love snuggling with you on the couch and he loved to give you wolf kisses. No matter how many times you squealed and ran from him he always got you.

You gave him the best care that him that you could offer. Even though the wound on his back had disappeared you had later discovered a deep cut on his leg that you were now taking care of. It was mostly gone which meant you would have to let him go soon. Dismissing your sad thoughts you scooted closer to Sam and focused back on the tv. May as well enjoy your time while you still had it.

~~~~~

Another week had passed and the time had come to let Sam go. You looked at him sadly as he wagged his tail happily at you. “Come on buddy lets go outside.” You led him out your back door. You looked into his bright eyes as tears welled up in yours. “I have to let you go Sam. You don’t belong here, you belong out there.” You wiped the tears from your eyes as Sam’s gaze seemed to turn sad. “I’m glad I found you, you’ve become my best friend and I love you Sammy. I’m gonna miss you but this is for the best.” You quickly turned and ran into your house. A howl followed you but you kept running until you were back in your home. Slamming the door shut, you fell back against the door. Your heart hurt. Sam really had become your best friend and you were going to miss him. Sinking to the floor you pulled you knees to your chest and buried your face in them. No matter how hard you tried to stop them, tears still poured out of your eyes.

A knock on the door behind you caused you to jump in surprise. Wiping the tears away, you cautiously opened the door. A gorgeous man stood on the other side. He was extremely tall with longish chestnut hair and beautiful hazel eyes. “Ummm can I help you?” You asked as you opened the door wider.

The man smiled at you. “Hi (y/n), I’m Sam.”

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Anger rose up in you as this man mocked your pain.

He sighed. “It’s me, Sam the wolf.”

Grabbing the door you attempted to slam it shut, but the man stuck his foot out stopping it.

“Wait! Please let me explain. I’m the wolf that you saved in the forest. I had a wound on my back that disappeared the next day. I had a cut on my leg that you cleaned and bandaged.” The man looked at you earnestly.

As you looked at him you realized that his eyes looked familiar. “But-but how?” You sputtered.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I was cursed by a witch. She turned me into a wolf and the only way to break it was for a woman to proclaim her love for me, and for me to love her back.” A slight blushed covered Sam’s cheeks.

Even though he had just confirmed the existence of witches, all that really registered to you was that he had said that he loved you. “You love me? But how?”

“How can I not? You’re absolutely perfect to me. Your smile lights up the room, you take joy in the smallest things, and your heart is filled with kindness. I don’t expect you to reciprocate the feeling now that I’m human, I just wanted you to know. I was so worried you wouldn’t believe me, but your stronger than I could have ever guessed.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you listened to his proclamation. “Sam, it may sound crazy but I do love you. I feel like you were meant for me. Sure our first meeting was a little weird and I don’t really know human you, but I can feel it in my bones that you were meant for me. No matter the weird circumstances this was meant to happen.”

Sam’s eyes lite up with joy. A deep laugh escaped his lips as he pulled you into his arms. “Thank goodness, I was worried that I was going to grovel or something.”

“Oh god, here come the all the canine puns.” You rolled your eyes in amusement.

“You could say I just got out of the dog house.” Sam gave you a serious look.

“Nooooo make it stop!” You whined.

Sam laughed at your response. And then he caught you by surprise by dropping a kiss on your lips.

“Wait, does that count as our first kiss or does all those wolf kisses count too?” You teased trying to cover up how flustered you were.

“You would bring that up.” Sam muttered. “Fine, let’s make this our first kiss.” He then leaned forward and kissed you again.

You had always laughed at description of kisses in books but this single kiss surpassed all of them. You were on fire and you never wanted it to end. Breaking away, you gasped for air. “Yeah I think we’re gonna get along just fine.” You gave him a wink and then pulled him into your house.

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