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Two days pass fairly quickly, Mark stays in the small cell, getting at least two meals a day. The meat had stopped bothering him, he simply ate what he was given. The meat had tasted different a few times, and a part of him wondered if it wasn't deer like he was told. However, strangely enough, Mark didn't care.

As the days passed however things did manage to get worse. Each time the red haired man's teeth sharpened it sent a sharp pain throughout his jaw. He began to get more and more nauseous as the door opened and let the light in. His head constantly pounded, hardly letting him get any sleep, and his body ached.

Of course he kept it to himself, each time Jack entered and asked how he was doing, he simply shrugged his shoulders. Mark wasn't sure why he lied, but he did.

Today was like any other, at around what Mark had figured was noon, the green haired man entered, with the same tray, same food, same caring blue eyes that studied the caged man, like he was a science experiment that could go wrong any second.

"How are you feeling?"

The Irish man questions softly, unlocking the door once more and sliding the tray in. He'd grown more careless with the door, realizing Mark didn't plan to make a run for it. Of course the red haired man still thought about it, but with the pain he felt at the moment, it would be stupid to try.

"Fine..."

He responds simply, keeping his brown eyes away. Mark looks at the food for merely a moment before forcing his gaze away, the thought of eating twisted his gut, though he didn't know why. He'd felt even worse today than the day before.

"No you're not... what's wrong?"

Jack questions, pulling up a small wooden chair and sitting outside of the bars, looking in worriedly. Mark sighs, opening his mouth to respond with the words 'I'm fine', but a groan escapes instead as he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He clenches his eyes shut, and grinds his teeth as a small pop sounds from his shoulder blade, it moved underneath his skin slightly, readjusting before returning to its normal position once again with quite a struggle.

Once Mark opens his eyes once again, he sees Jack looking at him with pure worry, and according to his blue eyes this wasn't normal.

"Hang on... I'm going to go get Robin..."

Jack speaks softly, his blue eyes never leaving the red haired man as he walked out of the door. Not five minutes later he returns, the brown haired man behind him, who looked at him with nearly equal amounts of worry.

"Hello again Mark... Sean tells me you're not feeling well... What's the matter?"

Robin asks simply, taking the key from Jack and opening the cell once again. The brown haired man steps into the small enclosure, stepping over the untouched tray of food and closing the metal door behind him.

"I'm Fi-"

"The truth, Mark."

The man interrupts, eyes scanning the red haired man skeptically. Mark lowers his gaze, silently ignoring the feeling of two sets of eyes on him, watching him as though he could explode any second.

"I'm just feeling a little sick... Nauseous, headache... normal stuff."

The red haired man explains quietly, cringing back slightly when Robin's hand reaches up, pressing against his temple gently, as though feeling for any type of fever.

"Tell me... Does your body ache?"

Robin questions, dropping his hand, and watching Mark with a tilt of his head. The red haired man sucks in a breath, raising his brown eyes as he shrugs that shrug soon turning to a nod. The brown haired sighs and straightens up once again.

"Have you shifted yet?"

The brown haired man asks. Mark lowers his brown eyes once again, he wasn't sure how to answer. He hadn't fully shifted, but one day did come close. He had felt his bones move underneath his skin, felt them rearrange, felt his body changing. However, it stopped pretty suddenly, all the pain for nothing really.

Finally the red haired man shakes his head, keeping his down and deciding to not mention that small fact. Deeming it not important.

Robin releases a sigh, turning and walking out of the cell, but not closing the door.

"He's refusing the change... Forcing himself to stay human. Most would have shifted by now, it's not healthy... We need to get him to change... You need to, Sean."

The brown haired man explains, acting as though Mark wasn't in the room. The red haired man didn't listen very intently however, thinking on the man's words. He was forcing himself to stay human? Mark didn't think he was, but thinking back on it now it did make sense.

Mark forces his thoughts away and looks up towards the open door again. Robin was explaining something to Jack, his words hushed. Before Mark could focus on listening in the two turned toward him. Robin simply nods quietly and turns to walk out, Jack however smiles gently and walks forward slightly.

"Mark... Come with me. I want to show you something."

The Irish man tells him kindly, blue eyes encouraging. Mark says nothing, watching him for a few seconds before standing slowly, walking on unsteady legs, and following the green haired man outside. He squints as the sun beats down on him, he'd grown accustomed to the darkness of the building, so the sun nearly blinded him.

Finally as his eyes adjust he lets his brown eyes roam the small camp. They'd made a pretty nice place for their pack.

"Follow me."

Jack instructs, pulling the red haired man from his thoughts once again. Mark follows as Jack leads him away from the camp, getting a few curious looks from the rest of the people, though they for the most part ignore the two.

The Irish man leads Mark through the forest, making his way through the thick trees with ease, as though he'd walked this way many times. Finally the two enter a small clearing, running through it a small river that twisted and turned before disappearing in the trees. Jack smiles brightly as Mark looks at it with awe.

It was a beautiful place, the way the clear water flowed gently sparkling in the sun was hypnotic. It contrasted with the plush green grass that surrounded it nicely, giving a calming effect.

Mark stops staring at the surroundings as Jack walks forward, sitting down cross legged in the grass, just an inch or two away from the flowing water. The red haired man does the same as the Irish man gives him a gentle smile, telling him to sit.

"I like to come here sometimes... to get away from the pack, ya know?"

Jack speaks, keeping his voice quiet as to not disturb the peace of the wilderness around them. Mark nods his head gently, letting his brown eyes watch the water flow gently along the ground, a few small minnows following the current.

"Sean... Why'd you lie to me... Why'd you bring me here...?"

Mark finally asks after a long silence had stretched out. His question makes the Irish man beside him tense up slightly. His blue eyes don't move up, continuing to stare at the river, chewing on his lip as he tried to think of how to respond.

"Because I knew you wouldn't come willingly... But... It was the only way we could be together."

He admits after a few minutes, his hand stroking the small blades of grass nervously. Mark resists the urge to grab his pale hand, and keeps his hands intertwined in his lap.

"This didn't have to happen... I told you I don't care what you are... I meant it..."

Mark responds softly, trying to keep the kindness from his voice, though it shone through clearly. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he still did care for the small Irish man, maybe even loved him.

"But what if that changed one day... What if one day you decided I truly was a monster... So I thought if you were a monster like me..."

Jack lets his voice trail off, but he didn't need to say any more. If Mark was like him, then he wouldn't kill him, Jack had truly thought he was out of options.

"I'm sorry Mark... I know you didn't want this... and if you hate me, I understand."

Jack adds after a couple minutes, his voice cracking gently as though he was holding back tears. Which he was, tears brimmed his soft blue eyes, threatening to fall down his pale face.

"I don't hate you..."

Mark finally replies, after a tense silence had grown. Jack sighs, opening his mouth to reply but is cut off as Mark reaches over, finally giving into his urge and grabbing the man's pale hand, intertwining their fingers lovingly.

The Irish man raises his face, blue eyes meeting the deep brown ones of Mark, who looked at him lovingly.

"I get it... You and me both... We'd do anything for love... Anything..."

Mark continues quietly, giving an encouraging squeeze to the Irish man's hand. Jack sucks in a small breath, a single tear managing to escape his eye. The red haired man reaches up his free hand, wiping it away with his thumb, but not dropping his hand. He let his hand cup the man's pale cheek lovingly.

"I forgive you Sean... I'll always forgive you."

The red haired man finishes quietly, his face instinctively moving forward slightly. Jack lets a small smile grow onto his face, and meets the man half way, their lips touching softly.

The kiss however only lasts a second before Mark pulls away with a small cry of pain. Jack looking at him with worry as he pulls his hand away, groaning in pain.

"Mark-"

Jack begins to ask what's wrong but stops as he notices the bones moving underneath the man's skin. Starting with his shoulders and soon moving to his arms and torso.

"Let it happen."

The Irish man speaks encouragingly as he noticed the bones struggling to move. Mark was still fighting it. The red haired man barely hears him as he continues to encourage him, his voice drowned out in the pain.

Mark stifles a scream as his bones move painfully, until finally he listens to the Irish man's voice.

"Stop fighting it."

Once the red haired man stops fighting it, the pain decreases greatly, the strange sensation of his bones moving still gets to him, but the pain had receded. Until finally it stopped.

Mark's vision had grown strange once again, everything was dim, the color faded slightly, and his body felt strange.

Finally the man looks down at his feet, well paws now. He lifts up one of his black paws, and finally realized what happened. He'd shifted.

Jack feels a grin grow onto his face as he looks at the man. He was a large wolf, with those chocolate brown eyes, and his body covered in a thick black fur, contrasting greatly with the lush green around the two.

The Irish man hesitantly reaches out, his pale hand brushing against his black ears, making the man flinch back slightly before relaxing into his touch.

"You did it."