Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Five

(Y/n)’s POV:

That bastard makes me want to kill him. I’d have the perfect alibi and no one would be able to trace it back to me. Like the bloke himself said, I have only just moved here. After putting the mugs in the sink, I walked to the open garage and left the house. I made my way to the nearby barn and pushed my way into the wooden building. It smelled of stale hay, cobwebs, faint horses, and chickens. I could hear the patter of tiny paws on wood as mice travelled around the building. The scent of cats was also prominent in the air, though I figured it kept the mice numbers down.

    My mind drifted back to William and his stupid Afton charm. The longer I looked at him and insulted him, the hotter and more flustered he got. His arousal scent was strong and I damn my sensitive senses for being able to catch on to every hitch in his breathing, every skip in heartbeat, every shift in his trousers, and every raise in his scent’s potency. If I couldn’t kill him, I’d at least get him off my property before all of my boundaries get shattered. 

I stripped down to nothing and left my neatly folded clothes on a shelf in a tack room. Walking out to the hay-covered floor of one of the stalls, I took a deep breath and focused. Black dust-like smoke began rising from my skin and I felt the process begin. My bones popped and shifted, my skin breaking and blood pooling on the concrete flooring. It was a major discomfort to shift but I always felt so free afterwards. White, grey, dusty heather, and light brown fur broke through and shredded off what was left of my human skin.

    I stood and shook off the blood dripping from my fur. I was still as tall as I was in my human body, just now a wolf. Stalking out of the barn and back to the house, I crept in through the open garage like I had left. William’s arousal scent coated the house, and it made sense for him to have a degradation kink. He deserved every word I said though, no one challenges me or disrespects me. He’ll learn that soon enough.

I laid on the centre rug in the sitting room to wait for the masochist to leave the hall bathroom. In roughly twenty minutes, he finally left and turned towards the room I was in. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of me, fear crossing his eyes for only a moment before that stupid, cocky grin returned. “You’re certainly new, aren’t you?” He came into the room and only glanced at me before walking towards the kitchen, “(Y/n)? I know we’re not on good terms right now and I’m really sorry, but there’s a big animal in your house!” He called out while looking around the kitchen, presumably looking for me.

    Silently, I stood and stalked to the front door and down the porch, racing to the garage. There, I managed to open the breaker box and nosed the lights in the entire house off. I heard William’s shocked heart skip a beat and quicken with adrenaline from inside the house. I stalked in through the garage-access door and saw him searching through the drawers for a torch he’d never be able to find in the kitchen. 

Continuing in, I swiftly made my way up the stairs in the foyer to the second floor. I made sure to knock open a door with a bang, startling the human on the ground floor. From there, I trot over to my bedroom and pushed the door open and crept inside. This room had a Jack-and-Jill bathroom connecting it to the next door bedroom which I would utilise if needed. William’s light footsteps ascending the stairwell sounded through the house and announced his location. I saw the light from a torch pass over the walls as he went into the first room I’d opened.

    Leaving the room I currently occupied, I went to the doorway of the room he was in and silently pulled the door closed while he had his back turned. Through the crack in the door, his torchlight passed over my eyes. I heard his breathing hitch and his heartbeat quicken. Then, I went back to the room I’d just left, knocking a picture off the wall in the process of getting in and closing the door. Immediately, William’s hurried footsteps followed me as he pushed his way into the bedroom. From the bathroom, I watched him survey the room.