Silver and Cold |h.s.|

1. Yolkai

Author's Note:

Welcome to Silver and Cold! 

If you have read the Short Story version, you will recognize a lot of this but there are things added so I hope you decide to reread! 

If you are new, WELCOME! I hope you enjoy!

This will be done in 2nd person POV for Yolkai/Selene and 3rd person POV for Harry.

I hope it isn't too confusing!

Enjoy!

-Balletclutz

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You have been sitting in this cage for far too long.

Your joints crack and ache and you are aware that it has been several days since a real meal has filled your angry stomach.

Sure, your concept of time has been a little off but, you could tell just the same that you had probably been here for about three weeks.

To be fair, you'd been caught in worse predicaments. You'd once gone up against a bear just for fun because you'd wanted to pick off one of her cubs, and really this wasn't any worse than that.

Mama bear had kicked your ass quite well but unfortunately for you, bears were one thing....

...humans were quite another.

In all of your years, there was an understanding that humans were to be feared. Humans were emotional, vengeful, and selfish creatures, usually making your job so much harder than it needed to be. 

Why couldn't they just respect the forest? 

Why couldn't they stick to their metal cities and concrete jungles?

Humans were not to be trusted....especially when it came to your specific species.

You had been extremely lucky you'd been picked up off the side of the road during the dead of winter. That meant you had plenty of time to be here as you were now, a wolf, and not have the poor lady running this joint walk in and find a naked woman instead.

That would be both embarrassing and exploitative.

You see, your story is one that is meant to only exist in fiction novels, usually trashy ones.

The truth was, you were born of winter. You were born as all in your pack were, as a wolf.

There were some packs lucky enough to be born of summer and walk amongst the humans as one of their own in all seasons, able to change only on the full moon. Their curse was once a month, yours...well....

You were a slave to the seasons. You could not have that normal human life that those born of summer could, because you would become a wolf at the first sign of chill in the air and only be able to be human when the heat licked the layers of fur away from your human skin buried underneath.

This year, you came back to your fur in early October...earlier than anticipated...but you were fine with that. You actually preferred being a wolf to your human form because as a human you were nothing but an outcast, always on the outskirts of civilization...but as a wolf...you were invincible.

Well...invincible until that car had hit you.

Fucking humans.

To your credit, you had been chasing a beautiful stag and you were so invested in the hunt that you had completely dismissed the bright lights of the car and thought you had jumped high enough to clear it.