The witch and the werewolf

Fates intertwined and knotted.

Max started to come along with Corvus to his family time, because they didn't want their friend to die, and vice versa because he was a clingy puppy.

Max giggled as Corvus's wolf laid on top of them, they were in view of his house's porch, which sat Father Yamato on its steps, we watched the two children carefully, prepared to pull Max away if anything went wrong, but from the two months when it started Corvus had never done anything to hurt the child.

Mr Constellation watched the children as well, albeit from the forest he hid his wolf form in, Mrs Constellation was out hunting and guarding the perimeter of their territory, the werewolves had said once that even in wolf form you retain some of your memory's values, that's why they remembered to be gentle and hide.

Corvus's tail waged as he pressed himself against Max, Max felt weak under his touch, not because it hurt, or because they couldn't move, Heavens no, but because of the wolfs heat, it matched their own, affectedly boiling them to the point where it didn't hurt but rendered them useless.

Father Yamato stood, using the support of the pillar. "Alright that's enough." He said as he walked forward, but the wolf growled at him, deep and guttural, pressing himself closer to the child.

"It's alright, Father Yamato." Max said looking up. "We're just playing."

"It looks like he's crushing you." Father Yamato crossed his arms.

The wolf, oblivious to the conversation, decided that there was something interesting beside Max's neck and pressed his snout against it, whuffing.

Laughed bubbled in Max's chest as the wolfs gentle touch tickled them, Father Yamato just stared at them in disbelief, the way the two different species lived, literally prohibited them from being friends but here, was he dreaming, had death decided he was old enough to join his ancestors.

The wolf from the forest rested his head on his paws, his coat was pitch black like his sons, but the insides of his legs faded into white, he watched his child press his snout against the other, it wasn't obvious to the magic users, but his son was coating them in his sent, every werewolf would know that they were close.

What would others think that their pack was a traitor, it's not like he could separate them.

Mr Constellation made the wolf equivalent of a sigh and Father Yamato looked over at him, well what he could see of the beast's shadow.

"What? You got somethin' to say?" Father Yamato grunted, and the wolf rolled his eyes, for some reason this man was always trying to start a fight, it was starting to get annoying.

Max pushed the wolf off them and jumped up running off with wolf behind them.

Father Yamato and Mr Constellation's heads turned swiftly. "Hey! Max! stay where I can see you-don't you dare run off with that wolf!"

Father Yamato ran after the children, the other wolf running past him to get to his own blood.

The children's giggles and howls travelled throughout the forest into the night, Max had to manually push their self over a tree trunk which had fallen in the ground, meanwhile the wolf barley leapt over it, landing on the ground with a faint sound.

The wolf grabbed the scruff of Max's shirt and pulled them over, Max pulled the shirt back over them before they continued to run throughout the night, wolf by their side, the wolf pup howled and yiped nudging into Max every so often.

Father Yamato was panting by the time he made it to the fallen trunk, Mr Constellation had already jumped over it and was not planning to look back, but his curiosity got the better of him and he looked over his shoulder to the sound of grunting, panting, and squawking.