My Little Wolf | Male!werewolf x Fem!reader

Chapter Two

WARNING [Triggers:abusive past] [mentions of death]

Ansel's POV

Y/N and I had just eaten dinner and it was around seven, I wasn't used to eating a full dinner, well, if you counted Ramen and Mac and Cheese being a dinner choice. I usually was given bread and water.

Y/N lead me to a couch, "You can sleep here, I would offer my room, but it's a huge mess." She said, laughing embarrassedly.

"Thank you!" I beamed, she looked confused at my reaction. It was only a couch. But I slept in a little cupboard under the stairs, barely any room to move around in. So I was grateful.

I laid down on the couch, expecting I had to sleep now. Y/N blinked, but she probably thought I was tired, so she grabbed a blanket from a little basket next to the couch and laid it on me, it was a bright green fluffy blanket. With little yellow stars on it.

Y/N started to walked away, but a bolt of fear shot through me. If she left I'd start thinking bad thoughts and be scared.

"Y/N, can you stay and talk to me?.. At least until I fall asleep..?" I added, my ears flattened and I raised my hands protectively near my face, would she slap me for asking? Father always did when I asked... But Y/N seems.. different?

She smiled warmly, pity in her eyes, "Of course I can," She grinned, walking over and sitting down next to me. Her eyes sparkled with wonder for a moment and then she blinked, she looked nervous? Why?

"Hey Ansel?" She started, looking to me, her voice edged with nervousness. "Yes..?" I whispered, was she mad? Did I do something wrong? Would she punish me?

"I hope I'm not hitting a huge sore subject... But what were your parents like?" She said, biting her lip, her nervousness more pronounced now.

I blinked in shock, I didn't expect that question.. "Oh, Mummy and Father...? They were..." I searched for the right word, I felt tears in my eyes. "Abusive." I finished, that seemed like the right word.

"They never cared... I don't know why the hated me, I was just like them! A werewolf! But I think it's my birthmark that frightened them... They hated me for it, so much... I never got enough to eat... They yelled so much... I remember my ears hurting after... My Mummy has high blood pressure so she'd pass out when she got too angry at me.. My Father would blame me, call me names..." I sniffed, my gaze was blurred by tears.

Y/N blinked apologetically and hugged me, "Shhh," She murmured, "They arent here now... Nothing can hurt you now.." She said, but I knew they were lies. All of it was a lie. I ran away, they're looking for me. They CAN hurt me. Anything can. Y/N could turn on me at any moment.

I shrugged out of her hug, "But that's a lie! They can hurt me! I ran away!" I argued, tears coming down my face. Y/N looked like she understood me... why?

"Why do you look like you understand!." I sobbed. "Your parents must've loved you!" I cried.

Y/N looked like I hit a nerve, her face was angry. It scared me, I flinched away. She took a breath, she didn't hit me.. Why? Father would have. I'd be beaten up by now.

"Well, I guess I should share my story?" She smiled, her eyes were pained, upset.

"My Mother and Father are quite popular, they expect their children to be as famous as them." She said, disgust in her voice.

"The doctor said they were having twins, the idea delighted them, two werewolves to keep their legacy!.." She said. "But then they had me. My twin had died in my Mother's stomach." She said sadly, she had a sibling she would never know.

"My parents were sad, but delighted I was alive, well they were back then." She said, her (your eye color) eyes sparked with anger.

"They named me (Y/N) after another famous werewolf. To show I was important." Her words were bitter.

"They enrolled me in Werewolf Academia, one of the most popular places for werewolves, 'lovely' people, 'great' teachers, a 'happy' education." She said, disgusted by the school's description.

"They expected I was a late bloomer, my ears hadn't come yet and I was about your age Ansel." It was the first time in her story she recognized I was still there. I nodded for her to go on.

"The were disgusted to find out I was Human, the doctors didn't know why, my genes were apparently 'messed up', and so they screamed at me, starved me, hated me." She said sadly. Poor Y/N, she could help what she was born.. I thought sympathetically, I knew what that was like.. being hated for something you couldn't control..

"They left me as soon as I could pay rent. They bought me this small apartment. They pay for my education, my Mother said "We'll pay, so you can be somewhat of what you should have been." She said the last part angrily, sighing.

"And now I'm here, not to mention school's a living nightmare." She sighed. I was scared of school, I was bullied for being the weakest link.

She turned to me, "What's your mark like?" She asked, I had hoped she forgot about that..

I looked at the ground. "You sure you won't hate me..?" I whispered.

"Oh course I won't," She sounded like she meant it.

I took a breath and rolled up my sleeve, It was a long black wolf marking, with blood red eyes, the wolf had a snake on its shoulder. Next to the mark was scars from my parents.. They had tried to take that part of skin out of me.. I winced remembering the pain. But my skin wouldn't cut, no matter how hard the knife was shoved in me.

She tilted her head, like a wolf, I stifled a laugh. Even though she was human, she had spent time around werewolves, so she was used to their traits.

"It's our symbol for the God of Death.." I mumbled, didn't she know? She went to a wolf school..

"Oh," Realization hit her eyes, and now I'd have to be on the run again..

"What does it mean?" She asked. She looked... curious, what?

"Im not completely sure.." I murmured, I tried, for eight years, to figure out. Hours at the library... searching.

"How about we go to sleep now? We've had a rough night." Y/N sighed. She clearly was tired.

"Okay.." I said, hopefully she stayed until I feel asleep..

I closed my eyes and heard Y/N start to hum, a soft lullaby. For once in my life, I felt... safe.

I drifted to sleep, and the nightmares began...