Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

A Moonlit Howl, 13

Y/n layed asleep in Jacob's arms. Jacob had laid there for a few minutes, thinking of what they had done to her. Evie had left the train car, she had gone to bed. It was half past two in the morning. He continued to gently stroke her back as she slept.
Y/n dreamt of when she was small, the night she met Ethan.

"Y/n! What did I say about running off? You're going to get hurt!" Her mother shouted as Y/n looked at the ground in sadness. "But...thewe was an odd figuwe in the shadows..." Y/n said. She had a speech impediment, she could not say 'r'. "Y/n, don't be daft..there was nobody there. Come along, why don't we go home out of this freezing rain?" Her mother said, gently picking the small child up. "Okay mothew." Y/n said as she kept looking at the strange man in the shadows. He smiled kindly and brought a finger to his lips, making the 'shusb' sign. She nodded and smiled back, making her mother worry. "Y/n who are you smiling to? Is it that 'Man in the Shadows'?" She joked, and Y/n nodded. Then she looked ahead where her mother was facing. They finally made it to their home, Y/n's mother set her down on the ground gently. They lived in the poorest side of Crawley.
"Y/n, stay here, please.." Her mother said, walking out and shutting the door.

Y/n sat on the floor. She looked over at the doorway, seeing a rat. "Wat, will you be my fwiend?" She said as she tried to go to the small rodent. It scurried off, squeaking in response. "Okay..." Y/n said and sat down again. The door opened, her mother walking in with a few bruises, but with a small load of bread. "Eat quickly...hurry!" Her mother yelled, and blocked the door with a broken table. She gave half the loaf to Y/n, and then picked up a rusty piece of scrapped metal. Its sharp edge made a makeshift dagger. The door broke open, the table being pushed aside. Four burly men stood there, knives out. One of them had a lantern for light. Y/n had finished eating her portion of the loaf. She had been tucked away behind a corner, as to not be seen. She heard screams, something hitting the floor...and a liquid splashing on to the floor. She heard a small laugh, and a dying breath of a woman. The men walked around, and saw Y/n hiding in a corner. She looked up at them with innocent, scared, e/c eyes. "Ello little girl.." one of them said, kneeling down. "Hello s-sir..." She replied, trying to stay focused on not crying from fear.
"Ya know why we're aftah'ya?" One of the men asked. Y/n shook her head. "Well..you sto-...Oi! You shady bloke best take your leave!" He shouted at a man, he wore a hood and cloak. Like the man in the shadows Y/n had seen earlier that day. She took this as her chance to escape. She ran out of the room, her mother scooped her up. Her mother had blood staining her clothing, her left hand covering a wound as blood seeped between her fingers. She ran outside, carrying the small child protectively. Gunshots, horses and people screaming could be heard. Her mother quickly wrapped her coat around the child to protect her from the bitter frost as a carriage came hurdling down the small pathway. The mother quickly ushered the child away as she was rammed by the carriage. Y/n stood in horror, her mother's dying breaths, she told her simply.. "Run Y/n...I'll always be with...you...just...run." Y/n nodded and ran off as fast as possible. She hid behind some boxes, crying into the woolen jacket of her mother's. She heard men rushing her way. The Templars grasped her wrists and pulled her from her hiding spot harshly. "Oi!" One of them yelled, scaring the small child immensely.
"Gotcha now!" Another one of them yelled. They began to question her, about motives and her Mother's secrets. "I-i don't know a-anything.." Y/n said between sobs, they had cut her cheek. The crimson liquid oozed from the small gash. "Spill it or we spill you!" The first one said, threatening to stab her. She was now sobbing, shaking and fearful of everything. Then, as if a hawk in the night, a man in a cloak, the one from the shadows, assassinated the two men. He quickly and gently grabbed Y/n's hand, keeping her from running away. "Hey there..." He said, brushing away tears from her e/c eyes. "It's alright...nothing will harm you now." He said comfortingly.
"What's your name?" He asked, Y/n shook less. She did not respond, out of fear. "My name is Ethan Frye..." He continued, "Here...let's go get that cut fixed." He said soothingly, trying to calm her down. He lead her gently by the hand, she clutched his hand as if it were her lifeline. As they were walking, Y/n had started shaking again as they walked past various alleys and Templars. "Are you alright? Is anything else hurt? Is it only the cut?" Ethan asked after some time. Y/n shook her head. She only had a few small bruises, but the only thing that would be major would be the gash on her cheek. He nodded, and continued to walk down through the streets of  Crawley.

Y/n woke up, shaking slightly as she remembered that night. She still wore the coat, underneath her own assassin's coat, only in the winter, however. She accidentally woke up Jacob, he looked at her cautiously. "Are you alright, Love?" He asked, and she nodded. He smiled softly and let her get up if she wanted. Y/n just shifted and then snuggled back into Jacob's chest. She was scared, no doubt, but did she show it? No. The Wolf never showed her emotions. Y/n was mentally damaged, but still stable. "It's alright Love, I'm here..." Jacob said soothingly, his voice calming her down.