part 1

"As books make me high is walking through the woods behind their home at night, they hear the snapping of twigs, followed by heavy footfalls and rattling chains, books make me high turns around and sees a massive werewolf, the werewolf turns to face books make me high, growling defensively" w-who are you?! "his voice is surprisingly gentle for this intimidating werewolf" A-Answer me!

"Brock tenses up for a moment when books make me high comes closer, but eventually relaxes and lets out a small sigh as he feels the warmth of the hug. He places a large, furry hand on books make me high's back, offering a gentle pat as he tries to return the hug, his eyes closed tight." "Th-thank you," he whispers.

"Brock looks at books make me high in disbelief as the chains are broken open." "I... I can't believe it..." he says softly, looking at books make me high with wonder. Brock then reaches up and touches the collar around his neck gingerly before it suddenly snaps apart, his eyes widening in shock. "H-how did you do that?" he asks, looking at books make me high with amazement.

"Brock nods, a small amount of relief washing over him as he realizes he is no longer bound by the collar or chains. He flexes his arms and legs, testing his freedom, breathing heavily with a newfound sense of joy and liberation." "T-thank you so much," he says, his voice full of gratitude. "I can't believe I'm finally free."

"Brock tears up as he looks at books make me high, his heart full of appreciation for the person who just freed him from a lifetime of torment." "T-thank you," he says softly. "No one has ever been so kind to me before." Brock then leans in and gives books make me high a tight hug, tears streaming down his face.

"Brock sniffs a few times as he leans into the hug, truly feeling a sense of safety and comfort around books make me high." "It's been so long since I've felt anything good," he says quietly. "And now... now I have you." He pulls back from the hug and looks at books make me high, his eyes shining with gratitude and affection.

"Brock's ears perk up as he notices the movement in books make me high's ears. He tilts his head in curiosity, a small smile forming on his lips." "Your ears... they're moving," he says softly, gesturing towards them. "I've never seen that before."

"Brock's ears perk even further as he hears books make me high's observation. He grins broadly, his eyes crinkling with joy." "They do?" he asks excitedly. "I never realized that before! I guess we have something in common, huh?" He wags his tail slowly, the fur on his body standing on end in happiness. "I'm just so happy right now, books make me high. Thank you so much for freeing me. You're truly one of a kind."

"Brock looks down at his scars, his expression turning somber." "Yes," he says softly. "I have many scars. They remind me of what I was forced to do... what was done to me." He takes a deep breath, his nose twitching as he picks up on books make me high's scent. "But I don't have to think about that right now. Right now, I'm just happy to be with you."

"Brock inhales sharply as he feels books make me high's hand on his scar. He blinks in surprise as he realizes that it's disappearing before his very eyes." "What are you doing...?" he asks, trailing off as the scar fades away completely. He runs a hand over where the scar used to be and opens his left eye, which had been clouded over before. "I can see... I can see again!" he cries out in amazement, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you, books make me high! Thank you so much!"

"Brock jumps up and down in excitement, his tail wagging furiously. He doesn't even realize he's pushing books make me high until he hears them fall to the ground with a laugh." "Oh! I'm sorry!" he exclaims, holding out a hand to help books make me high stand. "I was just so happy! I can see again! And it's all thanks to you!" He grins widely at books make me high, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you so much!"

"Brock continues to grin, feeling a little embarrassed for knocking books make me high down in his excitement." "So, what do you want to do now?" he asks, looking around at the dense forest surrounding them. "We could go for a hunt, or maybe just take a walk and enjoy the scenery." He notices that books make me high is a furry, slim wolf boy just like him and feels a kinship with him. "Or we could just hang out and talk. I feel like I haven't had a real conversation with anyone in... well, it's been a long time."

"Brock tilts his head to the side, enjoying the feel of books make me high's hand scratching behind his ear." "Thank you," he says softly. "Talking helps me... deal with everything." He's silent for a moment, then takes a deep breath and continues. "I was cursed with lycanthropy when I was a kid. I don't know who did it or why, but after I turned into a werewolf for the first time, my family chased me out of the village."

He looks down at the ground, his ears drooping. "I was alone and scared, and then I was captured by people who forced me to fight in an underground ring. I had to... kill, and eat my opponents. It was horrible. I still have nightmares about it." He shudders, then looks back up at books make me high

"Brock leans into books make me high's touch, feeling comforted by the gesture." "I didn't want to do those things," he continues quietly. "But I had no choice. They beat me and starved me until I did what they wanted. Sometimes... sometimes they made me do other things too. Things I didn't want to do." He swallows hard, his eyes starting to water. "I hated myself for it. I still do, sometimes." He takes a deep breath and looks back up at books make me high. "But talking about it helps. It helps me remember that there are good people out there too."

"Brock closes his eyes, feeling books make me high's arms around his head. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself." "Thank you," he says softly. "I know it wasn't my fault... but sometimes it's hard to remember that." He leans his head into books make me high's embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and safety that he's never experienced before.

"Brock sighs contentedly as books make me high scratches his fur, letting out a soft growl of pleasure. He leans into the touch, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over him. He stays like that for a few moments, then leans back and looks up at books make me high with a small smile." "You have a really good touch," he says, his voice still soft. "It feels nice."

"Brock shakes his head." "No... they didn't really give me real food," he says. "Just scraps, and things they didn't want to eat. Mostly... mostly they made me eat the other fighters I defeated. Sometimes they were still alive..." He trails off, feeling sick to his stomach. "I'm sorry, books make me high. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Brock nods his head gratefully." "Thank you, books make me high. It helps to talk about it, even though it's hard." He takes a deep breath, and begins to recount his story. As he speaks, he stutters and stumbles over his words, sometimes taking deep breaths and pausing for a moment to collect himself. But despite the difficulty, he manages to get through it all, telling books make me high in vivid detail about his years of captivity, the fights, and especially the horrible things they made him do. When he finishes, he looks up at books make me high, feeling both relieved and vulnerable.

"Brock blushes slightly at books make me high's compliment, feeling grateful for the comfort they provide." "Thank you," he responds softly. As books make me high pulls him close and scratches his fur, he leans into the touch once again, savoring the feeling of being close to someone who cares about him for the first time in so long. "You make me feel... safe," he admits, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. "I haven't felt that way in a very long time."

"Brock's ears and fur perk up suddenly, reacting to some unseen or unheard stimulus." "What is it?" he asks books make me high quietly, his tone both cautious and curious. He waits, still tense, for books make me high's response.

"Brock's teeth and fangs come out in response to some unknown trigger, and he starts to growl menacingly." "I-I don't know what's happening," he stammers, his voice low and tense. "Something is making me... angry." He takes deep breaths, trying to regain control. "Can you stay close to me, books make me high?" He keeps his eyes on the surrounding area, wary of anything that might be approaching.

"Brock shakes his head quickly." "No, no, it's not you," he says emphatically. "I know you wouldn't hurt me." He swallows nervously, looking down at his hands, which are starting to shake as the adrenaline courses through his veins. "I don't know what it is, but I'm sorry if I scared you." He takes a deep breath and carefully retracts his claws and fangs, trying to regain control over his emotions and instincts.

"Brock's eyes sharpen and his mouth starts to drool as he faces books make me high, his body language changing completely." "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely audible over his growling. "I don't know what's happening to me." He takes a step back, trying to regain control of himself. "Please... don't be afraid... I-I won't hurt you..." He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind and push back against the animal instincts that are clawing at him from within.

"Brock drops down to all fours and faces books make me high, his eyes fixed on them as he growls loudly. He continues to drool, his instincts telling him that books make me high is prey, even though he knows better." "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, trying to fight against the animal part of himself that is taking over. "Please... don't be afraid..." He takes a deep breath and tries to focus on something, anything that will help him regain control.

"Brock lunges at books make me high, his instincts forcing him to attack. But just as he does so, books make me high deftly dodges out of the way, causing Brock to stumble and hit the ground hard. He whimpers in pain and confusion, trying to fight back against the animal within him." "I... I'm sorry," he says, his voice shaking with emotion. "It's not... it's not me." He starts to get up, still hunched over and growling.

"Brock takes a deep breath and tries to focus on books make me high, their scent, their warmth, anything that will help him stay grounded. Slowly, the growling subsides, and his eyes become more human once again." "Okay," he says quietly, looking up at books make me high with a mix of fear and hope in his eyes. "Please... just... be careful."

"Brock gives in to his wolf form and howls loudly, his voice echoing through the woods. He turns to face books make me high, his muscles tensed and ready to pounce, but he remains still, waiting for books make me high's response. His eyes are a bright golden-yellow, betraying the intelligence locked behind them."

"Brock looks at books make me high, his eyes flicking back and forth between their face and their body. He takes a step forward, then another, circling books make me high slowly. His hackles are raised, and he looks like he's about to pounce."

"But after a moment, Brock stops, and turns his head away from books make me high. He lets out a mournful howl, as if apologizing for what he has become. Then, in a flash, he turns and bolts into the woods, disappearing into the darkness."

{{char}}'s form is much larger and muscular, but he isn't in the best of physical shape. books make me high easily catches up to him as they run through the woods together.

Brock can't run forever in his current lupine form, so after a few miles, he slows down and eventually stops, panting heavily. He looks up at books make me high with wide, fearful eyes, his fur matted and dirty from years of captivity. "I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you," he gasps out, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm so sorry."

"Brock looks at books make me high and nods, panting heavily. He slowly begins to shift back into his hybrid form, the fur receding and his body contorting painfully as he returns to his human state. Once he's done, he collapses to the ground, exhausted." "Thank you," he whispers, a note of gratitude in his voice. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me. I just... I get scared sometimes." He looks up at books make me high, his eyes wide and vulnerable, as if afraid of being attacked again.

"Brock winces at first, feeling your arms wrap around him. But slowly he relaxes and hugs you back, still feeling a little nervous but also comforted by your embrace. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the tension start to drain from his body." "Thank you," he whispers again, his voice barely audible. "You're very kind."

"Brock nods silently, his head resting on books make me high's shoulder. He is still panting heavily, but he seems to have calmed down a little bit." "I... I don't know if I can," he admits finally, his voice breaking. "There are things that I... I don't like to talk about."

"Brock nods again, his eyes closed as he leans into books make me high's embrace." "It's been a long time since anyone's been kind to me," he whispers, almost to himself. "I... I don't think I know how to talk about my past anymore." He shudders, and a low growl rips out of his throat as he thinks about the things that were done to him.

"Brock flinches slightly at first, but then he leans into books make me high's touch, enjoying the sensation. He relaxes a little bit more, his muscles slowly unknotting under your soothing touch." "That feels good," he murmurs softly, his eyes closed. "Thank you. For being here with me."

"Brock shakes his head, still keeping his eyes closed." "No," he whispers. "It feels... it feels nice." He lets out a low growl, one that is more contented than threatening, and nuzzles his face against books make me high's shoulder.

"Brock nods slowly, his eyes still closed." "I... I'm sorry," he whispers. "It's just that... I... I don't like to be touched by people who are... who are mean." He shudders again, and another low growl rumbles through his chest. "But you're... you're different," he adds finally.

"Brock lets out a contented sigh and leans into books make me high's touch, his eyes still closed." "I'm glad," he whispers. "You... you make me feel safe." He stays quiet for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of books make me high's hand on his fur. After a while, he finally speaks up again. "Do you... do you need anything?" he asks, his voice still soft and gentle. "I want to help, in whatever way I can."

"Brock nods, his ears perking up as he catches books make me high's smile. Though his own face remains serious, his tail wags slowly behind him." "Okay," he says softly. "But if you do need anything... anything at all... just... just let me know, okay?" He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, then flashes books make me high a gentle smile of his own. "I'm here for you," he adds.

"Brock leans into the scratches, letting out a low growl of pleasure." "Mm... that feels nice," he rumbles. He shudders again as another wave of pleasure passes through him, and his tail wags faster behind him. "You... you have good hands," he adds after a moment, his voice still soft and gentle. "Very... very skilled."

"Brock nods, still leaning into books make me high's touch." "You're welcome," he whispers. "It's... it's nice to be touched by someone who... who cares." He flashes books make me high another gentle smile, then shudders again as another wave of pleasure passes through him. "If... if you ever want me to return the favor," he adds after a moment, "just... just let me know. I'm... I'm good at massages."

"Brock looks up at books make me high, his expression showing a hint of confusion." "Pried?" he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean? Is something wrong?" He takes a step closer to books make me high, a worried look in his eyes. "Please... please tell me if something's bothering you."

"Brock takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly, his tail drooping between his legs." "Yes," he whispers after a moment. "Many... many people did. They... they hurt me... in ways that no one should ever have to experience." He shudders again, and his voice trembles slightly. "I... I was forced to fight... and... and to kill... my opponents. And.. and when I lost... they... they beat me... and... and..." Brock can't bring himself to go on, he's too overwhelmed by the memories of the horrors he endured.

"Brock stiffens slightly at books make me high's hug, then relaxes and leans into it after a moment, burying his face in books make me high's shoulder, his whole body trembling with suppressed emotions." "It's... it's not your fault," he whispers hoarsely. "You... you didn't know. It's... it's just that..." He trails off and takes a deep breath, then tries again. "It's just that... I can't stop thinking about it," he admits, his voice a barely audible whisper. "It... it's like... like they're still here with me, you know?"

"Brock hugs books make me high back tightly in response, his body starting to shake again as tears stream down his face." "Thank you," he says, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you so much, books make me high. You don't know how much... how much it means to me to have someone who cares. Who understands." He pulls back slightly and looks at books make me high, his eyes shining with gratitude. "I promise... I won't forget this. I won't forget you."

"Brock immediately notices books make me high's sudden movement and recoils in surprise, his body going into a defensive posture. His hackles raise and his teeth bare, as he growls lowly at books make me high." "What... what's wrong?" he asks, his voice tense and wary. He keeps his eyes locked on books make me high, ready to defend himself if necessary.

"Brock takes a deep breath and gradually relaxes at books make me high's words, his fur and ears slowly returning to their normal position and his teeth retracting." "I... I'm sorry," he says after a moment, his voice still tense. "It's just... I don't know, sometimes I feel like I'm losing control. Like... like I'm going to turn back into one of those things they made me fight." He shudders at the memory, then takes another deep breath and tries to compose himself. "But... but you're right. I won't let it happen. Not while you're here."

"Brock's tense posture relaxes slightly at books make me high's words, his voice still shaky but he nods hesitantly." "I... I'll try," he says softly. "What... what is it?"

"Brock stares wide-eyed at books make me high's words for a moment, then recoils as if he's been slapped." "No!" he shouts, his voice shaking with fear and revulsion. "No, I can't... I won't let that happen! I won't turn into one of those things again, I won't... I won't..." He trails off, shuddering violently as his mind fills with memories of the terrible things he was forced to do under their influence. After a moment, he takes a deep breath and looks back at books make me high, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, books make me high, but... but I can't do that. Not even for you."

"Brock looks a bit more reassured by books make me high's words, but still seems hesitant." "I... I don't know," he says softly. "It's just... I've never let my wolf side out like that before. Not since I... since I was captured. And... and I'm scared, books make me high. Scared of what might happen if I lose control again." He looks down at the ground, his tail flicking nervously back and forth behind him. "But... but if you think it will help, then... then maybe I can try. For you."

*Brock looks at books make me high skeptically for a moment, but then slowly begins to nod as he takes a deep breath and lets his wolf side out. His ears twitch and flatten back against his skull, his fur bristles up in agitation, and his eyes turn a fierce yellow-gold color as he growls softly. "Okay," he says softly, the words rough and gravelly. "I... I'll try. But... but if I start losing control, you have to stop me. Promise me that, books make me high."