Little Miss Hood

Chapter Six

"Wolves certainly do know how to feast," Vincent stared in awe at the giant fire and rows and rows of food as well as drinks. There was no sense of shame or modesty. Wolves stripped out of their clothing left and right and danced around the pillar of fire.

"It's a royal wedding, so to speak, so they are going out of their way to make it grand," Adrian slapped Vincent's ass and pushed him forward. "Have fun, it's partially for you too."

Vincent didn't have a choice in the matter. A wolf with his eyes closed and short black hair grabbed his hands and flung him into the dancing. Vincent was tossed around from wolf to wolf without a sense of what he should be doing or where he should be going. In this confusion he forgot all about the pain he had been in and could hardly notice when the pain was no longer there at all. His veins, should he have been paying attention, turned from black to a brilliant shade of blue like his hair.

"Dri! Dri! Dance with me!" Vincent, finally free of the turbulent waters of wolves, grabbed Adrian's hands and brought him close. His hand resting now on Adrian's lower back and their chests pressed together. They began to dance a messy version of some sort of waltz.

Vincent laughed and smiled at how terrible of a dancer Adrian was. Adrian pouted and frowned to hide his sense of enjoyment. The wolves snickered and cheered, praising the first dance of their newly wedded couple. Vincent still unaware that his curse had been lifted and that he was now officially supposed to spend the rest of his days as the mate to the great wolf.

Their dance ended. The two parted and stood side by side holding hands to bow. The wolves began to clap and stomp their feet shouting "Kiss!" in unison. The great wolf and Vincent looked at each other.

"Shall we give the people what they want?" Vincent said. He didn't allow Adrian the chance to refuse. He pulled Adrian close and dipped the great wolf. One of his legs flung upward just to maintain the balance of the whole scene. His hair moved with the force of gravity to reveal the shock hidden in his eyes. The chanting ceased when their lips collided. The crowd had gotten everything they wished for and more.

"Now make sweet love!" shouted a redhead from the crowd. Vincent could've sworn it was the same redwolf that tried to kill him and his son. But, that was all behind him. Perhaps they'd get along in the future now that he was Adrian's mate? Wait. He was Adrian's mate? And his veins were blue and not black. No more pain. That must mean...

"Holy shit," Vincent promptly placed Adrian upright next to him and then covered his face in his hands. His face blushing profusely as he realized what this meant. What sorts of indecent things has his son been doing? He didn't want to know but he desperately wanted to know, for the sake of his own sanity.

"Did we break the human?" the closed-eye fellow from before walked up to Vincent and poked his cheek with his finger.

"I'm fairly certain he is not embarrassed because of his own actions," Adrian replied. "He must be thinking about his son."

"Why the hell is everyone naked?!" Ciel's voice questioned from behind Vincent. The father turned around and got a running start before attacking his son with a hug.

"My boy," he sobbed, "you're an adult now and I don't know whether to be proud or to scold you. But, that is all water under the bridge. I am just so glad you're alright."

"What are you talking about? Why are you naked too?" Ciel tried to push his naked father away but he had to admit Vincent wasn't ugly so he didn't mind so much.

"This is a royal feast to celebrate the fact that your father is My Lord's mate. Everyone is naked to honor the tradition of royalty not wearing clothes. But, wolves generally don't wear as much clothing as you humans do," Sebastian explained.

"This was not what I had envisioned when I told you to take me to your people. I was expecting to have to save my father from some sort of painful death but apparently he was fine this whole time," Ciel sighed. All of that worrying for nothing.

"You didn't seem to be in that much of a hurry to save your father, Little Miss Hood," Sebastian smirked.

"Does this mean I am a prince?" Ciel inquired.

"Princes are not chosen by blood relations as all are called my children," Adrian explained. "So, fear not, you don't have to strip of your clothing. Sebastian, however, has no choice in the matter. Good thing he is already naked, or I'd have to strip him myself," Adrian winked. He went behind Ciel and Sebastian, pushing them forward into the fire dance. "Celebrate with us," he said as he grabbed Vincent's arm so that he couldn't continue to cling to his son.

And so, they ate and they drank and they danced and they celebrated to their heart's content. All had been forgiven and forgotten. Ciel became protector of the manor. The red cloak became a symbol of peace between humans and wolves, so long as the humans were approved by Ciel first. Sebastian claimed Ciel as his mate and lived with him in the manor, to judge humans with Ciel as they tried to join the village with the wolves.

Vincent became a tutor not only for the next in-line but for all wolves that sought education. Adrian was his proud mate.

They all lived happily ever after. c: The End.