Wroetofreezy One Shots

//38 - if we go down, we go down together

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Concept: {Lumine AU} Cal and Harry's final twenty four hours.

[6490 words approx.]

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My name is Harry Lewis.

The world I live in is a dangerous one. There's four types of people. Humans, weredogs, witches, and finally, the rarest and strongest of all. Werewolves.

I am a werewolf, in a city full of hunters.

My kind have been hunted to near extinction, forced to hide our true selves from everyone.

And this was my last twenty four hours.

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12:03am

"Hey, Harry?" Slurs Cal, from where he's sat on the carpet next to me, a can of beer in his hand.

"Yeah Cal?" I respond, my voice sounding foreign in my own head. I'm honestly not sure how we ended up here, drunk on my bedroom floor, but that's in the past now.

"What's your biggest secret?" He asks, tipping his head to the side to examine me better. I hum in thought.

"I'm not sure if I can tell you. It'd be dangerous for both of us if I did," I respond, and he pouts.

"It can't be as bad as mine," he says.

"Well, let's see then. I'll tell if you will," I challenge. He smirks at me, in his usual cocky way, and I see the tip of his tail twitch.

"Alright, deal," Cal says, holding his hand out for me to shake. I take it for a moment, before letting go. "On three, yeah?" He adds, looking at me sternly.

I nod. "On three. One, two, three."

"I'm a werewolf." We both say at the exact same time, before looking at each other, utterly dumbfounded.

"You're not," Cal says, staring at me intently. "I've seen your weredog form, and it's way too scrawny for that."

"I have two forms, weredog and werewolf," I explain, still feeling a little confused about the situation. Although, Cal being a werewolf would explain some things. He never transforms. Ever. I just assumed it was because he doesn't like it. But this makes much more sense.

"Lucky," he says bitterly, taking a sip from his can. "I'm stuck never being able to transform, and having people grow more and more suspicious of me for why I won't."

"What do you look like? In wolf form?" I ask, and he shakes his head.

"I can't show you. It's dangerous enough to talk about it. We don't know who might be listening," Cal says, seeming to sober up a little. He's right. Hunters have eyes and ears everywhere. For all we know, Lux could be one. It's all a risk.

"What if we went away?" I ask, and he furrows his eyebrows. "Out of the city. We could live out in the fields. Nobody would bother us."

Cal laughs drily. "Nice dream babe, but you know we can't do that."

"Why couldn't we?" I say defiantly. "We could be free."

"I'm too tired, and drunk to have this conversation with you properly," Cal says, standing up and throwing his empty can in the bin beside my desk. "Let's just go to bed, and see if we remember any of this in the morning."

I let out a sigh, but also stand up. "Fine," I say. He strips quickly down to his underwear, and climbs into my bed. I walk over to switch off the light, and take off my shirt, before getting into bed with my back to him. He sighs, and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.