{"sf1_id":394023,"sf2_id":null,"title":"WOLF - pt.3","author":"Eben Black","words":1221,"posted_at":"2012-06-23T18:11:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","M/M","M/solo","No-Yiff","Violence","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/394023-wolf-pt-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/394023","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=394023\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of WOLF\n\nPart 3...enjoy~","content":"An hour later I found myself still handcuffed but no longer sat in that small interrogation room.   \n\u0026nbsp; Instead I had traded one enclosed space for another.  \n\u0026nbsp; It turned out the man who smelled of snakes was one Mr Linus Eckhardt. He was a blend of various jobs and titles: part socialite, part lawyer, part charity organiser and part asshole.  \n\u0026nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I'm usually a great judge of character and the judgement I made about Linus Eckhardt was that he was a grade-A asshole. I could tell that as I watched him work a silver tongue with Detective Black and the commissioner himself.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Mr Eckhardt, the charges say more than enough for what Mr Whyatt's future holds,\" Commissioner Hardaker explained.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Regardless I would like to offer an ultimatum,\" Linus replied, painfully positive as he smiled down at the Commissioner.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Ultimatum?\" Detective Black repeated. He was stood, leaning against the bookcase just behind the Commissioner's desk, \"What kind of ultimatum?\" he continued.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Simple. Hold off on the sentencing of Mr Whyatt's charges, while he partakes in a self-help course at my estate.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Excuse me?\" Hardaker replied.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"W-What?\" this from Black.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"What kind of X-Men crap is this?!\" I growled.  \n\u0026nbsp; Linus just smiled.  \n\u0026nbsp; Hardaker rubbed the bridge of his nose and asked, \"What does this course aim to do?\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Think of it as a juvenile correctional facility that caters for both mental and physical rehabilitation. Jack is a troubled teen, estranged from what family he possesses, while living on an adrenaline ride of violence and vandalism.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"This is bullshit!\" I snarled.   \n\u0026nbsp; I was sat across the room on a plush leather couch set against one wall.   \n\u0026nbsp; Hardaker sighed.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Relax, Mr Whyatt,\" Black added.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Easy for you to say, Black! Your not about to be whisked off by Mary-fucking-Poppins here!\" I snapped back.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"In this incident he has no legal standing. Your not going anywhere except prison.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; Even the Commissioner seemed sure of this as he sat behind his desk.  \n\u0026nbsp; His portly five-foot-ten frame bound in a similar suit to Black's. His hair was balding here and there, and his eyes were beady and a watered-down grey. But there was experience in those eyes, a hardened determination that Black possessed as well.   \n\u0026nbsp; Linus grinned. \"I thought you would question my legal actions here, which is why-\" he reached inside his suit jacket and pulled a white envelope free from the inner pocket. \"-I had this court order sanctioned.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; He placed it on the desk between himself and Hardaker.  \n\u0026nbsp; His green eyes narrowed, triumph burned in that deep, emerald green, his mouth curved into a smile filled with confidence.  \n\u0026nbsp; Hardaker sliced open the envelope and read silently to himself. Black glanced at the piece of paper in Hardaker's stout fingers and then looked up at me.  \n\u0026nbsp; Shit!  \n\u0026nbsp; \"I think you'll find Judge Anderson has agreed with the need for rehabilitation.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Fuck that!\" I sniped.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Mr Whyatt, please, calm down.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Calm down? How can I calm down? Send me down! Let me fuck around in a cell for a while. Do NOT send me to a funny farm!\" I snarled at the Commissioner.  \n\u0026nbsp; Hardaker considered me and then shook his head. \"It's out of my hands, Mr Whyatt.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; I stared up at Linus who smirked back.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"What are you grinning at, snake-eyes?\"  \n\u0026nbsp; Linus continued to smirk as he asked, \"Commissioner Hardaker, Detective, might I have a moment with my client?\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not your fucking client!\" I snapped.  \n\u0026nbsp; Black added, \"Have your moment.\" He seemed determined not to leave the room.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Detective!\" Hardaker growled.   \n\u0026nbsp; He stood up and lead the Detective from the room, leaving me alone with the snake.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"So what do you want-\"  \n\u0026nbsp; I barely got my words out before Linus' slender, long-fingered hand encompassed my face. His hand was like steel, fingers like a vice, gripping at my flesh.   \n\u0026nbsp; \"You and I need to come to an understanding, pup!\" Linus sneered, he brought his face close to mine and hissed, \"You are nothing more than a mongrel, a fleabag roaming the streets, acting out like most spoiled dogs do when no one's watching you eat your own ass anymore!\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"You...can't do...this!\" I growled.   \n\u0026nbsp; I raised my hands, handcuffs and all, and wrapped them around Linus' slender wrist.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"I can do what the fuck I want, dog! Your mine now!\"   \n\u0026nbsp; His eyes slipped from emerald green to an alien yellow-green shade, his black pupil morphed into a single slit in either eye. The smell of serpentine scales filled my nose like poison clouding the air.  \n\u0026nbsp; Fuck!  \n\u0026nbsp; And with that I toppled to the couch. I could feel my heart thud against my rib cage. It had been a long time since someone had scared me in a single instant.   \n\u0026nbsp; He was more than a mere weresnake, he was a fucking monster.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"You've never encountered another were-anything have you?\" Linus asked.  \n\u0026nbsp; I shook my head reluctantly.  \n\u0026nbsp; He grinned, and added, \"You'll soon learn that you are a weakling, a very small fish in a very big pond full of big, bad sharks, especially when you compare yourself with some of your new...colleagues.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; He straightened his tie and composed himself before he went for the office door to retrieve the waiting cops.  \n\u0026nbsp; Lot of good they had done me.  \n\u0026nbsp; A moment later the door opened, and everyone spilled back into the room, as well as a new face to add to the confusion.  \n\u0026nbsp; He stood at around six-three and, in one word, was simply broad. Arms, shoulders, chest, everything was broad and encased in black material. A fitted tee stretched across the expanse of his muscular torso, a pair of tailored black suit pants enclosed around his thick legs and shoes encompassed his feet.   \n\u0026nbsp; A smattering of silver rings encompassed his index and middle fingers, as well as the thumbs on either hand. He had his short, black hair slicked back from his square-jawed face. His eyes hidden behind tinted lenses.  \n\u0026nbsp; I could smell wolf on this one, a familiar, woodland scent, and something else. Blood.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Mr Whyatt, might I introduce you to Luis Strong,\" Linus said as he patted the taller man's shoulder.  \n\u0026nbsp; Strong seemed like the perfect last name for this particular werewolf. He oozed power and intimidation. Definitely muscle for hire.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"He'll be your overseer until we arrive at Haven,\" Linus continued, \"Do get along.\"  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Haven?\" Black repeated curiously.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"The name of the facility that caters for men and women with Mr Whyatt's...condition,\" Linus explained.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Black! Hardaker! Do NOT let them take me!\" I demanded.  \n\u0026nbsp; \"Its legally binding. There's nothing we can do, Jack,\" Hardaker explained.  \n\u0026nbsp; Shit!  \n\u0026nbsp; \"What good are you then?\" I snarled.  \n\u0026nbsp; I stood up and raised my handcuffed hands to them. \"Let me go then!\" I growled.  \n\u0026nbsp; Hardaker and Black looked at one another, and then Black moved forward to undo the handcuffs.  \n\u0026nbsp; Linus just smiled the entire time.  \n\u0026nbsp; Snakes. Even weresnakes could be devious it seemed. Just my luck.\n\n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/393785-wolf-pt-2.json"}