The Wolf of The Woods

Chapter Seventeen: Only fools fall

A/N: I just wanted to say that there's kind of like a pre-smut scene here? It doesn't actually result in anything though, but who knows maybe in a future chapter. Anywayyyyyy, enjoy I guess.

Ps: The art for this chapter is just a random doodle I did cause why not  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Dan was the first to wake up. He yawned, feeling dazed and confused for a moment until he realized where he was. He felt the arms of his sleeping boyfriend around him and now that his eyes had adjusted slightly, he could see him too.

It was one of Dan's favorite things, waking up before Phil. Mainly because it meant he could gaze at him without being caught. Dan knew this was a little weird, but it wasn't like he could help it. Not when the man he laying next to him was so damn cute when he was asleep.

Dan had thought he looked angelic when he was awake but that was before he'd seen the boy like this. It was impossibly cute. His messy fringe fell over his eyes slightly and his lips were parted slightly as he breathed ever so gently. He was curled up into a ball as he slept, like a little hedgehog, his legs pressed up against Dan.

Dan sighed at this image, complete contentment on his face as he slowly rose to his feet, causing Phil's arms to let go of him.

It was only then that Dan became aware of his own state, having seemed much more invested in Phil's quite frankly. He lifted up his hands to rub his eyes only to realize that they weren't hands at all and that he was still very much a wolf.

Letting out a low growl he quickly began to panic. He wasn't sure why, he'd been a werewolf for the whole of last night, but only now did it seem to panic him.

Perhaps it was the fact that he'd have to transform again soon. What time was it anyway? What if Phil didn't wake up for him to transform? He didn't think he could get through it on his own. What was the deal with this thing anyway? Dan had thought after all this time that he knew everything about this strange ability of his but apparently not.

Last time he'd fallen asleep as a werewolf he'd woken up human. So why now was that not the case? Did the world really feel the need to taunt him even more by making his ability so unpredictable.

Dan was panicking now. The sun had begun to rise and Phil was still sleeping soundly. He tried to wake the man up by calling his name, his efforts only resulting in shrill barks that seemingly had no effect.

The sun was peeking out through the trees. With every second that passed it got more and more light and Dan was getting more and more panicked. At the pit of his stomach he could feel it now, a harsh tickling pain that was beginning to build up.
He whimpered in the slight hope that he would be heard. He wasn't though, his quiet pleading noises going completely unnoticed.

Dan didn't have time to call for Phil again. At the very same moment that the sun reached the point of blinding him he was struck with the pain. Now instead of quiet whimpers he was yelling in agony, crying and screaming for help.

Phil awoke with a start to this. The shrill howling noises alerting him and causing him to sit up with a start.
'Dan!' He cried, his vision still groggy. He got to his feet and despite being almost completely unaware of his surroundings still he managed to sprint over to were Dan was. Flinging his arms around his boyfriend, he tried to steady him as he shook in pain.

It was burning Dan everywhere, inside and out, the feeling was practically indescribable. He was used to it though. Phil began to try to comfort him with words as he had before.
'It's alright, it's alright now' he said softly 'it's going to be okay Dan'

The worst of the pain went quickly. Dan hardly even noticing it, only listening to Phil's voice and not even noticing the harsh sounds his own was emitting. With one last final cry, Dan dropped to the ground. Human yet again.