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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”.

Chapter 4

The scent of bacon was what woke Reid in the morning. His head emerged from the blankets, nostrils quivering as he savored the scent. And then groggy eyes opened. Finally, he slowly sat up, rubbing sleep crusted eyes and yawning before stumbling to his feet and across the hall and to the bathroom. And then he fumbled for his glasses, scratched his messy bed-head, and shuffled into the kitchen. And then he blinked.

Hotch was standing at the stove, frying up some bacon and sausage in one pan, and scrambling eggs in the other with some chopped onion, bell pepper and mushrooms. He was in a pair of pajama pants that hung low on his hips, and hanging over the hem in the back… was a long, bushy black tail. Reid blinked, wondering why Hotch was wearing his tail.

Then the man leaned over and checked in the oven, for what Reid wasn’t sure, but suddenly he started eyeing the man’s body just PAST his tail. Then the microwave went off. Hotch moved across the room and popped it open, reaching in for the contents. Then he paused. His nostrils flared as he sniffed. And then he turned and looked up at Reid.

“Good morning.” He said with a smile, taking a packet of… something, out of the microwave. “Breakfast isn’t quite ready. I figured I would put on the coffee about five minutes before I wanted you out here.”

“… And I thought you said to sleep myself out.” Reid shot back with a teasing smile. Hotch grinned. “And normally, you would be right in assuming that is the best way to wake me… but… the bacon just… smells so GOOD.”

“The coffee awakens the instincts of Spencer.” Hotch chuckled. “The bacon awakens the instincts of the wolf.”

“Makes sense, I guess.” Reid said, smiling and stepping into the kitchen. “Can I help?”

“Bring me some plates from that cabinet there, and start the coffee?” Hotch asked, and Reid nodded, moving to do so. Hotch pulled a couple of fresh biscuits from the oven and sliced them in half, setting them on the plates. Then he opened the pouch from the microwave and poured thick country gravy over them. Then he spooned a blob of eggs onto each plate, and then began scooping up the bacon and sausage. The bacon and sausage took up a good half of the plate.

Reid poured the coffee and fixed them in the manner they each personally preferred them, and then he raided the fridge and got out the orange juice, pouring a glass for each of them. And then he poured himself an extra glass of milk. Hotch watched him with a smile, and then set down their plates.

“Good lord, that’s huge!” Reid exclaimed. “And my God, all that cholesterol and calories and—“

“We’ll work it off.” Hotch chuckled. “Trust me.”

“… why?” Reid asked, now sounding suspicious and worried. Hotch chuckled.

“I’m not putting you through a boot camp, don’t worry.” Hotch said. Reid sighed and nodded, then moved to sit beside the man. The pair dug in, Hotch immediate munching on the bacon. Reid went for the sausage. They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Reid asked, “So… what are we doing today?”

“We’re going out.”

“Okay…?”

“Into the woods. In our pelts.”

“In broad daylight?!”

“Yes.” Hotch nodded. “You have a lot to learn, pup.”

“… I know.”

“Any questions you have to start out with?”

“… I have… a LOT of questions. I mean… where to start? What are the basics?”

“The basics?”

“Yeah… I mean… let’s say I was human, and I asked you to teach me about werewolves… Where would you start?” Reid asked, polishing off his juice.

Hotch leaned back in though, chewing his mouthful of sausage, biscuits and gravy.

“Well…” He finally said. “I guess I would start with this. There are two types of Werewolf.”

“Types? “ Reid asked, confused. "I thought there was only one... I mean… There… there are TYPES?"

Hotch nodded his head. "There's the... Hollywood Werewolf, and there's the True Wolf. The Hollywood Werewolf is a man who becomes a werewolf. The True Wolf is BORN. The Hollywood Werewolf becomes a wolf on the full moon, and that's often the only time they ever change. They also rarely are in control of themselves. They didn’t grow up a wolf, so they never learned to manage the change, and control their inner wolf. But the True Werewolf learns at a young age how to transform between the three forms whenever they want, aside from the forced change on the full moon. Got it?"

Reid nodded slowly. "Are there many… Hollywood Werewolves?" he asked after a moment.

Hotch shook his head. “Not anymore. They are a threat to everyone… humans, werewolves, and themselves. They can’t control themselves when they change, and so they are the most likely be discovered. No pack will take them. And if a True Wolf comes across them… they WILL kill them.”

Reid winced. "Oh... " He mumbled, poking at his biscuit and gravy.

“I know… it doesn’t sound right… but until we can find a way to cure the Hollywood Wolves, or teach them to control their inner wolf… well… each and every one of them is one more possibility of our kind being exposed. And honestly… many of them… welcome death.”

Reid nodded in understanding, still looking a bit sad.

“Have… you ever killed one?”

“… No. But my father and the pack did once.”

“… Would you?”

“To protect innocent people? Yes.” Hotch nodded, and Reid sighed and drooped, but nodded his understanding. “Now finish your breakfast.” Hotch continued, nodding to Reid’s nearly empty plate. Reid nodded and scarfed down the last of his sausage, leaving a bit of eggs and half of a biscuit.

“I’m full.” He announced.

“Hah. Nice.” Hotch chuckled, and snagged Reid’s plate, devouring the second half of his biscuit. Reid’s eyes widened, amazing that Hotch could fit more food into him. “Alright.” Hotch mumbled, his mouth full. He began to pick up dishes and Reid jumped up to help him clean the kitchen. They worked in pleasant conversation, Reid asking questions and Hotch answering them.

“Are there subspecies of werewolf like there are wolves?”

“Uh…”

“You know… like the canis lupus is the general wolf, but then the subspecies are Arctic wolf, timber wolf, Arabian wolf, Mexican wolf, Red w—“

“Alright alright.” Hotch chuckled. “Yes there are. And it comes down to the family’s bloodline. It’s very similar to the wolves themselves. Those in my pack are gray wolves. You appear to be a timber wolf. Go up north and you’ll find packs of Arctic Wolves. Head to the right part of the world and you will find Arabian wolves. And there are indeed packs of Mexican wolves down south. American Indians look more like coyotes. But there aren’t many purebred wolves among them anymore. Any that are, are on the Reservations.”

“Like the American Indians in general?” Reid asked, looking fascinated.

“Yes.” Hotch nodded, putting the dishes in the dishwasher while Reid scrubbed the frying pans. Finally, they were done.

“Shall I get dressed?” Reid asked, and Hotch chuckled.

“No.” He said. “Come with me.”

Reid nodded and scurried after the alpha wolf, staring down at his tail again.

They ended up in Hotch’s bedroom. Reid looked around, scoping out how his boss lived as the man’s scent tingled in his nose.

“Strip.”

“WHAT?!” Reid yelped.

“I can see your hackles up from here, pup.” Hotch teased with a smirked. “Now strip.” And Hotch did just that. Reid blinked, fidgeted, then took a deep breath and obeyed. Hotch beckoned Reid over to him. Reid shuffled over, covering his manhood with his hands, amusing the elder wolf. Hotch placed his hands on Reid’s shoulders and positioned him… to face a full length mirror.

“I need to make a point with you.” Hotch said. “Because I KNOW you. Look at us. Both of us. Look at the differences in our physique.” Reid gulped, and slowly looked up. He did as he was told. And he drooped a bit. “Now… I want you to move to your halfway form.”

“I… I’ve never done that before.” Reid gasped, eyes wide.

“Really?” Hotch asked. Reid nodded. “Alright. Watch me.” He said. Reid nodded and focused on Hotch. And Hotch began to change. He winced as joints popped… bones cracked as they changed shape. Nails grew and sharpened and his face lengthened into a snout with sharp teeth.

“You can… feel the changes…” Hotch groaned as his body moved through the process. “Focus on the feel of it. And then… you’ll feel it slow down and almost… pause before it moves into the final change that makes you a creature that walks on four legs instead of two.” And the change stopped. Reid stared at the man, eyes wide. Hotch stood there, a good eight inches taller, thanks to the lengthened bones in his feet that also had him balancing on his toes, like a wolf. His torso was very human, his face wolf like, and he was covered in thick black fur.

“… You look like the Van Helsing werewolf!” Reid squeaked in delight.

“The what?” Hotch asked, a bestial rumble in his tone.

“In the movie Van Helsing! Van Helsing turns into a werewolf, and he’s big and black and—“

“Reid… It’s a movie.” Hotch sighed, running his fingers through the fur on the top of his head between his ears. “Now… I want you to make your change.”

“I’ll try.” Reid nodded, then took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Hotch’s eyes roamed over Reid’s body, and he smiled as the change began. He watched it progress in amazement. Reid mostly-brown fur came in, slightly scruffy, much like the boy’s hair. His belly had more of a grayish-tan hue, and the chestnut brown faded to almost a chocolate brown along his spine. And then, the change stopped.

“Perfect.” Hotch said, and Reid opened his eyes. He stared at himself, fascinated at the form he had never seen before. There had been hope in his eyes, but a moment later, it faded. And Hotch knew why.

“Alright.” The man said, and moved to stand beside Reid. The pair stared at themselves in the mirror. “I know you. And I know what you’re seeing. What do you see when you look at me? What does my physique say about me?”

“… Strength.” Reid murmured. “Power.”

“Yes.” Hotch nodded. “Do you see that when you look at yourself?” Reid shook his head, ashamed. He lowered his eyes, looking ready to cry. “What DO you see when you look at yourself?” Hotch asked.

“… Skinny. Weak.”

“That’s not what I see.” Hotch smiled. “You’re right, though. I am built for strength and power. Were you and I to fight, I would crush you in the blink of an eye.” Reid huddled down even more. “But when I look at you… I see agility.” Hotch said, reaching around and placing his fingers under Reid’s chin, lifting his face to look at his reflection again. “I see SPEED.” Hotch said. “Were you and I to run a race… I wouldn’t stand a chance. And not only are you fast, but I’ll bet you can turn on a dime. I certainly can’t.” And Hotch smiled. “As a man, your strength is in your mind.” And he rested a paw on top of Reid’s head. “As a wolf, your strength is in your speed. And you need to understand that. The physical power isn’t all that matters. Were we to go hunting, what do you think would happen?”

“… I don’t know.” Reid murmured.

“If you and I were to try to take down a deer… You could catch it and bring it down. But you wouldn’t be able to keep it down. I could keep it down and make the kill. But I would never have the speed to catch it to bring it down. Do you understand? A pack needs members with different strengths. The more diverse the pack, the more successful they will be. And you need to understand this. Because we are going hunting.” Hotch smiled as Reid’s eyes widened. “And I’ll need your speed to make it a success. You’re not thin because you’re weak. You’re thin so you can be FAST. Tell me about the cheetah.” Reid blinked, not expecting this. “Why is it so fast in comparison to other cats?”

“Well… it’s small and lightweight…”

“Like you.”

“It has a slender, aerodynamic body—“

“Like you.”

“A small head,”

“Yours is small for the size of that brain.” Hotch snorted, making Reid smile.

“And it has very long and skinny limbs.”

“Like you.” Hotch said firmly. He smiled down at Reid. “Do you see what I’m saying?” Reid took a deep breath, then looked up at him and smiled back.

“Thanks, Hotch.”

The alpha wolf chuckled and gave Reid an affectionate pat on the back.

“Let’s go.” He said, and by the time he was out the bedroom door, he was trotting on all fours in his full wolf form. Reid followed eagerly. They slipped out the doggy door in the back door. They darted the twenty yards into the brush, and then they were in the sun dappled trees. And then they began to run. Rather than darting, they began to move in great lopes, stretching out their bodies. Spines stretched and bowed and paws flew over the ground as they almost seemed to take wing. And this time, there was no UnSub or case on their minds. And they let the joy swell within their hearts.

Hotch let a large lupine grin overtake his face and Reid was no longer able to contain that joy. He gave a great bark of elation, taking a flying leap over a fallen tree and frolicking like a young pup, jumping and kicking up his heels, tail waving about wildly in a playful manner. It wasn’t long, before Hotch began to indulge the pup, turning and playfully nipping at his heels and chasing him in a dizzying path through the trees.

And then something moved. And both wolves allowed instincts to take over (Reid pausing only a moment) and they charged after a rabbit. The rabbit fled in fear of his life, and the wolves pursued more in play than in a true hunting manor. The rabbit burst through a bush and then skidded to a stop… before it was a creek. The terrified rabbit let out a squeal of fright as the wolves burst out of the brush, one to his right and one to his left. But then, to his surprise, they both gathered their haunches beneath them, and launched themselves into the air. They soared over the rabbit’s head and over the creek, landing lightly on the other bank and then disappearing into the brush on the other side.

The rabbit stared after them in stunned relief, and then darted away on shaking legs.

The wolves, in the meantime, were still running. Reid was getting tired, but the joy he felt was enough to overcome his physical fatigue for a little while longer… he leapt onto a very large fallen tree and ran along it, Hotch below him on the ground. And then Reid let out a delighted yelp and leapt off of the tree.

“WHUF!!!” Hotch let out as he was startled by the tackle. The pair rolled over and over on the forest floor, wrestling playfully. Reid nipped at Hotch and the elder growled in a mock warning, and then nipped back making Reid yip. Reid broke off the fight and ran again, Hotch once again chasing him and snapping at his heels and tail, while Reid started leaping into the air, snapping at a little butterfly just beyond his reach.

And then, his body couldn’t go anymore… he tumbled to the grass and just lay there, sides heaving. Hotch trotted up to him, lip curled in a smirk.

“Tired, pup?” He teased, and Reid turned and looked at him with a wolfy grin, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. Hotch chuckled, and licked at Reid’s muzzle, up his cheek and over his ears, taking a seat beside him. Reid closed his eyes in pleasure at the affectionate attention, his tail wagging. And then Hotch lay down beside him and draped his head over Reid’s neck. Reid sighed and rested his chin on his paws, and the pair rested.
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