Full Circle (Book 8 in Arrow/Spn Crossover)

Who? What? When?

"Follow me," he said and turned back to the bonfire. We walked down the hill and made a circle around the fire, Sam was to my right, Coyote to my left. We'd barely set our butts down when everything blurred for a second and we all looked like fully clothed humans again.

"A little warning would have been nice!" Oliver snapped. I had to agree. Roy jumped up, missed his footing and landed hard on the ground, Sam, Coyote and I took it all in stride. I looked at the human form of Brother Wolf. My earlier suspicions that there was more to him jumped up a few notches.

I've spent a year around Native Americans, while I'm sure there's variations from tribe to tribe and we were dealing with a Spirit guide here but his facial structure was off. He looked more European even with the dark skin and long black hair. I'd dismissed the blue eyes at first as just a sign of whatever supernatural power but something wasn't right. I looked at Coyote and saw some sort of hesitation in her face as well.

"I felt this would be more comfortable for all of you," he continued. His accent wasn't Lakota either, not that Great Coyote or Brother Crow had sounded Lakota, they'd sounded regular, like me. He didn't.

"It helps anyway," I replied. "We should probably get back before we're actually dead. So how about you tell us how to kill her?"

"Dean, you should know time runs differently in different worlds. We have more than enough time for what I must tell you and for you to attempt your resurrections."

Because that's encouraging. Roy and Oliver didn't take that too well. I guess they'd settled down enough to start actually understanding what was going on.

Brother Wolf looked away from us and stared into the fire. I got the feeling that this was going to be a damn long story. Usually I just rush past those, which worked so well with the Mark. I decided if he said we had enough time for this, we did, so I leaned against the medium sized boulder that was behind me and got comfy. That earned me a mildly surprised look from Sam. I replied with a shrug and focused back on Brother Wolf. I wasn't going to go traipsing through an unknown reality and screw myself over. I was pretty sure if my wolf was standing next to me he'd be giving me a look of doggy shock.

"Mariyn was the first werewolf," he said, "As you call them. She's eons old and was given the ability to shift as a gift from her patron."

"Gift?" Sam asked, "How exactly is that a gift?"

Brother Wolf gave him a completely neutral look, "Would you rather cover hundreds of miles of ice covered ground as a wolf or a human? She can run for days without stopping and her fur protects her from all weapons. When she needs to eat, she kills. No need to cook or carry supplies. Your enemies have no idea what you look like, you silently stalk them and can kill them in mere seconds without them even being aware you are there. Tell me Sam, is that not a gift?"

I leaned forward, "Wait, back up. All weapons? Even silver?"

He nodded and his face went from neutral to solemn, "Yes Dean. The only thing that can harm her is one of her own kind. Claws and teeth of her kin, that is all that will penetrate her fur."

Sam shook his head, "But we found records of hunters killing ones like her with silver?"

"I highly doubt they were like her. Just like all animals, there are different versions of what she is. Some look strikingly similar. Your weapons will not harm her or her pack."

"Okay, so we go back and rip her to shreds," I summed up, "Can't be that hard."

His eyes locked onto mine, "Tell Coyote you despise her."

I didn't even have a chance to fight it, I looked her right at her, "I despise you." Every inch of me rebelled against it, but I couldn't stop.

She hissed, stood up and faced him, "Who the hell are you? My Spirits would never do this! Nor could they."