Lovely Lycanthropy | Natasha Romanoff

thirty nine

a/n: lots of POV switches in this one. enjoy -

NATASHA'S POV:

Clint and the rest of the pack rode in two different vehicles while I ran in my wolf form right next to them. I knew I wouldn't be able to sit still, trapped in an oversized tin can with the rest of my packmates. My wolf was feeling restless, my mind constantly buzzing and thinking and worrying about if y/n was okay or not. The sun still wasn't blotted out so I guess that had to count for something...

I could feel the temperature shift to a lower degree and knew we had made it. The snowy wind blew through my fur as I looked around the vast snowy forest. There wasn't anything around us but snow covered fields and some mountains off in the distance. I sniffed the air, catching a scent that went into the forest and yipped at the rest of the pack.

Following me, we weaved our way through the forest, knowing we were in the right place when we found fresh wolf prints. We followed the trail and came into view of the large wooden house with huge glass windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. I could only imagine what the view was like at night with the stars and the mountains. The rest of the pack headed towards the home while I stayed behind to shift back into my human form and put on some clothes, eventually catching up with them.

My fist raised and I knocked on the door, taking a step back when I saw movement through the windows. The door opened and an older man with gray hair and glasses answered the door.

I cleared my throat before speaking, "Hello, sir. Sorry to bother you but-"

"-Who are you? I don't know any of you guys." The man gave us a strange look.

"My name is Natasha Romanoff. I'm the alpha of this pack. This is Clint, my beta and my sister Yelena is my omega." I introduced them, in hopes he wouldn't perceive us as a threat.

"My name is Hank Pym and I'm afraid if you've come to me for help, I can't help you. My wife and I don't phase anymore. We gave up that part of us a long time ago." Hank smiled sadly.

"Fury told me about the northern pack, about how they were such great warriors-" I started but was immediately cut off by the old man.

Hank chuckled, "Yeah we were such great warriors. A long time ago. Then we lost our brothers and our sisters and most of us decided to give up the wolf blood altogether and have a chance at a real, normal life."

"Dad, who's at the door?" A longer haired brunette came over, furrowing her brows.

"Not now, Hope." Hank cleared his throat, "I'm sorry you came all this way just to be disappointed."

"You got your real normal life but what about your daughter? What about her life? We came to you because we need help. The world needs help. Hela has come back and she plans on using my imprints blood and the arrows of Erebus to blot out the sun and live in the eternal night forever. Or she plans on using my imprints blood and turning herself immortal. Either way, pretty sure she's gonna kill us all." I told him.

Hope gasped, "Oh my god.."

"I can't help you. The wolf in me is gone." Hank shrugged, failing at trying to look sympathetic.

I scoffed, "The wolf in you is never gone. You just choose to ignore it."

"You know I had a friend who was the alpha of the pack. He was strong and a skilled fighter. Then he went and imprinted and became weak, sloppy. That girl dug her hooks in him so deep and destroyed him, I didn't even recognize him. You wanna save someone, then drop the girl and save yourself. Save your pack. They're the only ones that really choose to be there, am I right? Trust me, if Hela is really back then this is a battle the wolves won't win."