"And are you feeling particularly irritable, Mr Harlow?" Mr Blue asked politely, though even that angered Fionn to an almost insurmountable extent.

"Yes," Fionn tried his best to keep his tone calm but knew by the tightened grip on his hand from Dante that it wasn't working out very well.

"Does the full moon affect you at all, Mr Isamar?"

"I'll hold him down whilst you rip his throat out," Fionn saw the tiny twitch at the corner of Dante's mouth that meant he was suppressing his smile.

"Not really, can you change the topic?" Dante's voice was void of emotion, so flat it sounded bored.

"Of course, of course, Mr Isamar," Mr Blue's smile grew, though Fionn didn't know how it was possible, "well, the other day, when you two were sharing a, um, moment, we picked up on a little comment from you. You said you could read Mr Harlow's thoughts, care to elaborate?" Fionn blanched, all coherent thought drifting from him. Of course, they would have heard that, how could they have been so stupid to let it slip?

"It's a figure of speech, haven't you heard of it?" Fionn couldn't understand how Dante lied so smoothly, not affected by any of Mr Blue's comments in the slightest.

"I have heard of it, yes, Mr Isamar, but is it purely a figure of speech for the two of you?"

"Have you ever heard of a vampire and a wolf having a telepathic link?"

"No, but-"

"Well then there's your answer," Dante brushed his lips over Fionn's knuckles, "calm down, they have no proof." Mr Blue looked a little flustered, his sickly smile strained beyond the usual.

"We would like to be left alone for the rest of the night," Dante spoke before any more questions could be asked, "with it being the full moon, Fionn really isn't in a talkative mood," Mr. Blue looked as though he was going to protest but remained silent as Dante's lips connected with Fionn's.

"I'll speak with you tomorrow," Fionn barely registered Mr Blue leaving the room as he melted into the arms of his vampire.

"How high is the moon?" Fionn heard Dante in the back of his mind.

"Almost at its peak," he replied silently, replaying the plan they had formulated in his head. Fionn felt Dante's hands move to his waistband and his brows knotted into a frown. He pushed the vampire's hands away, disconnecting their lips in the process.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking your mind off the full moon," Fionn shuffled back on the bed as Dante reached out for him again, "come on, puppy, don't be such a tease," Dante pinned Fionn's wrists to the bed, holding them so tight he could feel the bruises forming.

"Dante, stop it, this isn't funny," Fionn squirmed but he could barely move under the grip of the vampire.

"Don't act like you don't want this," Dante straddled Fionn, burying his face in the wolf's neck.

"Dante, please, stop," Fionn's voice shook as fear spiked through him, "please, I don't want to," Fionn was ignored as Dante's fangs nicked his skin. He could feel the beast rising, rearing it's head as it crawled up past his subconscious. It clawed at the walls it had been caged in, snarling and growling, yearning to be free, to run under the moonlight once again.

"Mr Isamar, step back or we will be forced to intervene," Mr Blue's voice bellowed from the opened doorway, the two gunmen ready behind him.

"Dante, get off me," Fionn spoke through gritted teeth, sick of the ignorance of the vampire, "I'm serious, you need to get off," Dante listened to Fionn's silent command but wasn't quite fast enough. As Fionn focused on his changing body, he heard Dante cry out, an awful roar of pain that ripped through his heart. He couldn't see the vampire until the haze of his turn has drifted and the black beast stood in his place. Even then, he wasn't finished.

Dante was crouched opposite him, his bloodied hand clutching the left side of his face. Mr Blue was simply frozen in his place at the sight of Fionn's wolf, as were the men on either side of him.

The beast let out a soft growl as it's fur began to fade, losing all colour to be replaced by a stark white. It could feel it's body growing, the muscles stretching as it surpassed it's usual height, towering over Dante's 6-foot stature. The beast stepped off the bed, snarling with it's long, sharpened teeth bared at Mr Blue.

"Now, Mr Harlow, control yourself or we will be forced to shoot," the beast fed on the fear emanating from Mr Blue, revelling in it, drinking it in as it's glowing eyes burrowed into the hunter's soul. Tipping it's head back, the beast howled. The sound was deafening, Fionn knew that from experience, and it brought the hunters to their knees.

When the beast finally stopped, it only the remnants of the hunters. Blood and bone and torn clothing. Dante had clearly underestimated his work. The vampire was stood next to the door, watching the beast with a wary gaze, awaiting it's reaction to his presence.

A faint whine left the beast's lips as it stepped closer to Dante, leaning it's head down to look at it's own dirty work. The vampire's face was spattered with the hunter's blood but the left side was almost completely covered. A deep gash ran from Dante's forehead, over his left eye and down to his chin.

"I'll heal, Fi," Dante spoke through gritted teeth, grimacing at even that tiny movement. The wound was deep, so deep the beast could see it's claws had actually managed to mark the bone under Dante's jagged flesh.

"Dante, I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to, I promise," Fionn's voice shook as though he was crying yet the beast merely nuzzled it's snout against Dante's right cheek, afraid to go near the wound it had caused.

"I know, puppy, it's fine. We'll sort it once we're out of here," the beast almost purred as Dante ran his cold hand through the fur on it's head before he strode from the room. The beast followed, easily remaining as silent as the vampire as they darted around corners. As they were met with more and more hunters, the beast regretted it's howl. The entire facility would have been alerted.

The beast let out a high pitched whimper as something cold and sharp sliced deep into it's side, stumbling to the side. Dante instantly spun around, grunting from the second bullet that tore through his abdomen. He tore the head from the man holding the silver knife, dropping both parts to the ground as he ran to the beast's side.

"You're OK, puppy, it's not that bad," his tone was reassuring but the beast could see it's white fur being stained by the deep red blood seeping from the wound, "I think we're nearly out," Dante was limping by that point, leaning against the beast as they walked through the endless corridors. When they came to another turn, Dante checked around the corner before continuing. The corridor was long, longer than any of the others. Maybe that was a good sign.

The beast made a soft growl as it sensed something and stopped dead in it's tracks, smelling the air. It could smell blood, lots and lots of blood. But it could sense life too, living beings that were closing in on the two. Just as Fionn was about to warn Dante five hunters appeared at the end of the corridor and opened fire.

The beast howled in pain as it felt bullets pierce it's flesh. Silver. Of course. It could see Dante doing his best to shield them both but there was no cover. They were going to die. They had no chance to run back down the corridor, and they were too far from the hunters at the end to do anything.

Then, just as the beast dropped to the floor, the gunfire ceased. Through it's darkening vision, the beast could see a wall of darkness separating the corridor. The beast whined softly, feeling it's power recede as it's body changed back to human form.

"Fi, you're gonna be fine," Dante swam into Fionn's view quickly, and the wolf knew the fear in his voice meant he was lying.

"W-What is that?" he murmured, tasting the blood in his mouth, grimacing as Dante wrapped the torn pieces of his hoodie around various wounds on Fionn's body.

"I don't know, Fi."

"Your arm," Fionn ran his fingers across the mark on Dante's arm, alerting the vampire to the circle closest to his wrist that was glowing amber. The full moon. Dante frowned, rising to his feet and turning to the wall of shadows. With a few movements, he formed jagged spikes in the wall then thrust his palms forward. The shadows shot through the corridor, right into the chests of the hunters.

"Handy," Fionn whispered as he was scooped into Dante's arms.

"Keep your eyes open, puppy," Dante repeated over and over as he continued through the corridors. He seemed to know where he was going, maybe it was a vampire sense.

"I'm tired, Dante," Fionn's voice was barely audible in his own mind so he wasn't entirely sure if Dante heard them. Each new set of hunters that the two encountered was decimated by another type of shadows Dante manipulated.

"You're getting good..." Fionn's eyelids drooped closed and his head lolled against Dante's chest. He wasn't sure how long he could hold onto his consciousness.

"Stay awake for me, puppy, we're nearly out," Fionn couldn't imagine how Dante was able to ignore the pain of his own wounds and carry him. He felt a little like dead weight.

"I-I can't..." Fionn felt the darkness clouding his mind, not even giving him enough time to listen to Dante's response before he finally passed into the blissful tranquillity.