hungry like the wolf (Gray)

[Graham Kerr]

Rest was the last thing on his mind when he was healed up a little, laying on the ground near the water. He wanted answers, despite Nate's reluctancy to give them to him. "Fuck rest. I want to know...I think you at least owe me that. Things'll be different once I go back to the castle, won't they? What if I hurt my friends because YOU won't tell me how things have changed? You can't let me do that. You owe me the truth. If not about the actual werewolf time, then at least about the rest of the month."

Gray pushed himself up to his knees, still shaking mildly. He didn't feel as sick as he had before, and part of him felt thankful that Nate had transformed back so soon, soon enough to take care of him rather than hurting him or even ending his life. Even though things would be different now, he still wanted to be alive. He wanted to protect Reese, enjoy seeing her happy. He wanted a chance with Mickey, hell, for his mother to meet him even. Yeah it was scary, but less so now that he faced having to tell his mother he was a freaking werewolf.