Chapter 5

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Wolf Moon

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer:  I do not own Criminal Minds, nor do I make any profit off of writing this.

SLASH WARNING!!!  Hotch / Reid

Written for the Chit Chat on Author’s Corner Halloween Horrors Challenge.  The moderators supplied a number of titles of the novels of the Master of Horror himself, Stephen King.  We were to pick any title and write a fic using that as the prompt.  I chose, “Cycle of the Werewolf”.

I don't own this.


Chapter 5


Hotch was woken by a tugging on his ear.  He slowly opened an eye.  Reid’s ears perked and his tail wagged, and he took Hotch’s ear into his teeth and tugged again, a hopeful, but apprehensive, look in his eye.  Hotch paused then lunged and snapped at the pup.  Reid leapt back with a “YIPE!” and toppled over.  He rolled onto his back, ears back and tail tucked.  Hotch stood over him, back straight, ears forward and tail up.  He stared down at the pup, who whined and craned his head up, licking at the black wolf’s chin submissively.  Hotch’s tail wagged, and Reid’s tail fluttered tentatively.

“Hnh.  You’re such a pup.”  Hotch snorted, lowering his head and nuzzling Reid.  Then he paused when he heard a gurgle.  “…  Hungry, are we?”  He chuckled, and Reid looked appropriately embarrassed as he shrugged a shoulder.  “Well then.  Let’s hunt.”  Hotch announced and stepped back.  Reid flipped over and was on his feet in an instant.

“Hunt?  Seriously?”

“I told you.  I’m teaching you to be a wolf.”  Hotch said, trotting into the brush.  Reid flicked an ear, and loped after him.

“So…  what do we do?”

“We find our prey.”  Hotch said.

“…  Please tell me it’s a hamburger?”  Reid whined plaintively, and Hotch chuckled.

“Nose to the ground, Spencer.  Smell it out.”  He said.  Reid sighed, and lowered his head.

“What do you smell?”

“I smell…  grass…  earth…  You…”

“Anything else?”

“…  Poop.”

“Nice.”  Hotch snorted.  “What KIND of poop?”

“…  I dunno.  Just poop.”

“Let me take a whiff.”  Hotch said, sniffing the area Reid was sniffing.  “…  Raccoon.”

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