Sam was used to the full moon week. He had learned how to suppress the hunger and the sex drive, the quicksilver helped with that, but it didn't help with the pain. All day long he had been trying to avoid thinking about it, going through it himself wasn't so bad but the idea that Tatum had to go through it too? That was what was killing him. He didn't want to think about it, to put that pain on someone else but he knew it was coming, it had been looming over him for the entire month. The tactic of taking it easy and trying to ignore it through music was almost worse than what he normally did. He knew Tatum needed the time though, she wouldn't be able to sit through class knowing what was about to happen.

He wasn't entirely surprised when his guitar was removed from his lap to be replaced by the little redhead. He wrapped his arms around her readily and breathed deep, taking comfort in holding her. Here she would be safe, here he could protect her. He snuggled his face into her hair and listened. "I know..." he said lightly. "Aint nothin' to be ashamed about," he admitted. He remembered his first transformation. It had been awful and they weren't even sure they would survive with each other but there was something about being with another wolf that made it more manageable, they were pack animals, they wouldn't hurt each other.

He brushed his fingers through her hair gently. "After the transformation though, you aint got nothin' to worry about. Pa will take care of us. I'm a lot more tame when I'm around him too," he admitted. "We need each other to survive this whole damn thing," he hated their curse, he hated that he had to share that burden with someone else but it was better to be with someone, better to know he would be hunting with her and not for her.

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