The God of calamity’s wife: return of the 13th

Saoirse took Sirius' sword and reshaped it into a 6 foot long sword with two hand guards. It now weighed nearly twice as much as it had before. 

He tried pointing it up into the air like she had shown him with the Longsword, but it made his arms tired. 

He wondered if she should be lifting such a thing or using so much magic, he noticed that the activity of the day had given her quite a bit of hunger. Wait- he could feel her hunger?

But he dared not question her. 

"I don't think I can fight with this." He admitted attempting to lift it and it weighed nearly half of his own weight, maybe that was an exaggeration but it was 6 feet long, about his height. Any longer and it would be as long as his wingspan.

 She took the sword from him effortlessly and demonstrated that he could hold it a little more forward, using the pommel to counterbalance it in a sort of fulcrum.

She held it as if it weighed nothing. 

Keeping her fingers a little loose, she gripped part of the blade where it was dull. 

"This part that separates the dull part of the blade from the sharp part is called the parrying hook." She said pointing to two spikes that jutted out of the blade. If you hold it right there, you can fight with it like if it was a longsword. See it doesn't weigh as much that way." 

Then she flipped it upside down and held it near the back guard. The sword was in a verticle position, with the tip now resting on the ground. 

"This is the standard position for this type of sword. Honestly, I don't know how to use that kind of sword, so I can't help you there. In the pack I first went to, I only went to a little bit of school before Aksel decided that I was powerful enough to drop out and get moving. 

"I wish I spent more time learning. My teacher was very good. Honestly I think he felt jealous of me. I learn quickly. Maybe we can go back and learn more sometime, or maybe if this pack has a good teacher you can enroll here." 

Sirius thought that would be very nice. "Would they let me learn even if I'm a vampire?" He asked. 

"I doubt it. But I would say that once I'm Luna, you'll be the Alpha and they would have to listen to you." 

She took his sword, set it aside, and it began melting under the heat of the sun. He blushed as she led him by the hand into the house. "I have an idea. I'll make you look more like a werewolf."

She sat him at the table and pulled out a box of beads from her duffle bag. 

"What are the beads for?" He asked and she began working them into his hair. It was a bit too short in the front but she managed to braid it anyways. Then she she strung some of them into his hair and secured them with elastic bands. 

She also beaded some onto his feathers which held them easier. She braided the back of his hair where he had a mane when he was a beast. That hair was white and a little longer. "There you go, what do you think?" She asked, and pulled out a mirror to show him. 

He thought that the beads would be girly, but instead they gave him a rugged Viking-like appearance. 

He sat up straighter and gave her a playful smoldering look, attempting to look handsome. 

That made Saoirse blush. He hadn't seen her blush before. It made him a bit bashful. He wanted to get closer to her in that moment like it felt natural for him to do so. To hold her, to caress her belly and-" 

Saoirse cleared her throat.

"The beads are a symbol of power among the werewolves. They represent kills. The nicer and bigger the bead, the more kills they represent, so you won't have to carry around as many."

Sirius' eyes got wide and he looked at the hundreds and hundreds of beads. Many of them were large. "You killed that many people????!!! Saoirse how could you do that? What on earth did they do to deserve that?" 

When he asked her that, he hadn't meant to come across judgmental, but he accidentally let his cop persona come through and it sounded like she was under arrest. As soon as he said this, she shut down a bit and looked very guilty and small. 

She backed away from him and tears welled up in her eyes.

 His blights flared up, burning his arms worse than they had ever burned, and the pain cut up to his elbows but she didn't notice. 

Her mind unraveled and the comfort she felt with Sirius was replaced by the pain each bead represented. She regretted giving them to him, feeling like she was offering blood money—a currency of her kind, earned through violence. She felt just as ruthless as those she had fought, and the realization that she was dragging him into the same life hit her hard.

Sirius felt a wave of emotions, some pregnancy hormones but powerful ones surged through them both and he tried to take it back.

"Saoirse! I didn't mean it like that!" he called, wincing as the blights spread to his shoulders. He touched her, and then suddenly eyes went white.

He saw her memories, flashing scenes of carnage filled his mind. He saw each kill she had made, every emotion she had felt, from numbness to terror. Her innocence was gone. All while pregnant. He saw that she had been scared for her young and fought on.

He saw that she was sorry.

 Now she was uprooting another pack even though Aksel wasn't even telling her to. Now was her chance with Sirius to forsake that, and here she was dragging him into it instead. Replacing his wife and braiding his hair. 

She was showing no signs of calming and it was making him lose control of his own body. He began to feel them get enveloped with wind, blowing everything in the room off of their shelves, all of Maeve's plants crashing into the walls and she began freezing the air as well.

His mind tried to escape him, the pain was unbearable.

He could feel flames arising inside of him. Threatening to light the wind that surged out of him. He hadn't even known how to make wind yet now fire? Sparks of electricity made his hair stand on end.

 He felt his body becoming fierce as he lost control of his body and he became a demon.