This was a story request made by Liz_Danly a LONG TIME AGO. I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this written, but here it is! I don't know if this is what you had in mind when you requested a Farkas story, but this is what I thought of. I hope you enjoy!

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7th of Sun's Height, 4E 204

"Farkas, dear," said Tyra as she went about cleaning our room, something she liked to do when she was not training or traveling for a job, "why does our room have this awful... wet dog smell?"

I froze in place on our bed. Because Tyra had been inducted into the Circle after all but one of us had cured ourselves, the werewolf question had never come up. I had not told her about my beastblood before; it was never an issue before. I did not think it was necessary to talk about it. I thought that it would be best if she never found out.

"Farkas?" Tyra stopped picking up her books and came to sit next to me. "Dear, what's wrong?"

"There's something I have to tell you, little Nord," I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "Something I should've told you a long time ago."

She gave me a confused look, her hand laid over mine. "What?"

I could not look at her as I said, "I used to be a monster."

The grip she had on my hand tightened. "What are you talking about?"

"The Circle of the Companions used to be made up of werewolves. I am a member of the Circle, so I was a beast."

She gaped at me, jaw hanging open and eyes wide in shock. "So Ylva and Vilkas.... They're...?"

"They were. They cured themselves, like I did. Aela is the only one of the werewolves left."

She blinked, her mouth still slightly agape. "How did you become a werewolf? How did you cure yourself?"

"I don't know how we first became cursed with the beastblood. But it was tradition to join with the beast to ascend ranks in the Companions. Only the Circle knew about it. There was a big ceremony; all the members of the Circle attended. To become a werewolf, you have to drink the blood of one. Vilkas had become one before me, so he volunteered his blood."

"That sounds terrible."

I nodded. "After drinking the blood, I transformed and escaped Whiterun. They tracked me all the way to Eastmarch, somewhere between Windhelm and Shor's Stone. They said that I had a terrible transformation and gave them far more trouble than they anticipated."

"How old were you?"

"Vilkas and I had just seen our nineteenth winter."

Her eyes widened. "You were that young? Gods, how could they do that to you?"

I shrugged. "It was an honor to be part of the Circle. Kodlak said it would have made my father proud. I couldn't refuse."

"How did you cure yourself?"

"With the heads of the witches that cursed the Companions. Their deaths gave us new life. Ylva exterminated every last one of them and brought their heads back. She cured Kodlak, then herself and Vilkas. I was the last."

"What about Aela?"

"She wants to keep her wolf spirit. Ylva talked to her about it awhile ago, but she won't be swayed. She wants to go to Hircine's realm when she dies and hunt forever."

Brow furrowed, Tyra laid her hand on my shoulder and held my gaze with hers. "Why did you never tell me this?"

I dropped my voice to a whisper, struggling to hold her stare. "Because I was afraid."

"Of what?" She had lowered her tone to match mine.

"Of scaring you away." I dropped my head, unable to hold her gaze any longer. "I'm sorry...."

Her small hand cupped my cheek. "Farkas, look at me."

Reluctantly, I looked up.

She pursed her lips and placed her other hand to my face. "I understand why you didn't want me to know this, but you shouldn't have feared scaring me away. You can tell me anything, Farkas. Understand?"

I paused, then nodded once.

She smiled gently, releasing my face. "I don't care about what you were, Farkas. I care about who you are now. You are my husband, and a very good man. You have a big heart, and you want to do good, no matter what." She leaned forward, kissing my cheek. "You're not a monster."

I returned her smile. "Thank you, little Nord."

"Now, do me a favor and get up. I need to make the bed." She shoved me to my feet. "Better yet, leave. I'll be able to clean better without you."

I chuckled as she stripped the bed. "You don't have to clean, you know."

"I know, but I want to. So let me clean and get out of here."

I raised my hands in surrender, walking backwards towards the door. "As you wish, dear."

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Okay, this is way short. Wow. Oh well. I'm gonna go with it. Hope you enjoyed! Remember: story requests are always open! Don't be afraid to request something!

Until next time! Love and sweetrolls!
~WG 💙