Glory Of The Moon [Part II]
Summary: As the recall has been issued, new recruits start to flood into overwatch due to recommendations, from old and new allies. However, the newest recruit seems to have an interest in Hanzo, much to Jesse’s dislike.
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
“I…(Y/N)...”
“Jess’?”
Silence.
“I..I’m sorry.” (Y/N) began. “I...I’ve been an asshole, I...It’s alright if you don’t forgive me for a while.”
“No no, darlin’, I’d never do that to you,.” Jesse began. “and...I should probably try to get along with Dallas, even if I don’t like ‘em one bit.”
(Y/N) shook their head, cracking a small smile.
“Wanna hug?”
“...yeah.”
“Alright, c’mere you big baby.”
“Hold up now-”
Jesse had said before practically falling into (Y/N)’s embrace.
They planted a kiss on his forehead after brushing his bangs back.
“You...think we should go get Hanzo?”
“Mh, yeah.”
As (Y/N) and Jesse broke apart, (Y/N) came to the door.
“Where do you think he could be?” They asked.
“Ima guess he’s in that little ‘ol garden that Genji and Zenyatta built, he won’t ever admit it, but I think it's his favorite place to meditate.”
“Heh, I don’t see why not.” (Y/N) began as the door slid open. “That place is beautiful.”
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As the two entered the zen garden, Jesse gaped.
“Wow, Genji and Zenyatta sure pay attention to details…” Jesse muttered.
However, a hand was placed on his chest.
(Y/N)’s hand.
“Why do I smell eastern wolves?” (Y/N) asked.
Jesse’s eyes widened as he stepped past them.
“Actually, yeah..but...Dallas isn’t a eastern, he’s a west-”
Jesse paused, seeing the water bottle on the floor.
He sniffed at it, and reared his head back.
“Why in god's name is there knock-out drugs in this thing? Ain’t this water?” Jesse then gasped as he turned the bottle.
“Shit! These are Dallas’ goddamn initials!”
“What! Jesse don’t start this again-”
“No, look! D.F.S. Dallas whatever his middle name is Starmonger! See? I told you!”
(Y/N) snatched the bottle from Jesse’s hand and examined it.
“Crap, this is Dallas’ bottle!” (Y/N) cried.
“See? I told you!”
“Shut up, Jesse, Hanzo could be seriously hurt!”
“Sorry but-how are we gonna find him, we’re gonna change any minute now!” A pause. “God, I’m already startin’ to ache!”
“Listen to me, Jesse,” (Y/N) said, placing their hands on his shoulder. “We have to find Hanzo, werewolf form or not. I can hold off my form long enough to save him, but only if you can transform, cooperate and track him down. I’ll follow you. Alright?”
“A-alright.”
“I’ll grab your serape so in case you find Hanzo first he doesn’t freak out, alright? I’ll be right back.”
(Y/N) practically darted out of the room and locked the doors to the Zen garden, only to bump into Bridgette along the way.
“(Y/N)? Why-”
“Bridgette warn Winston! Dallas has taken Hanzo captive and I think he plans to hurt him, please tell him that Mcree and I are the only people that can be close to Dallas, but to arrange a backup team in case me and Mcree attack anyone, got it?”
“You got it! Should I tell Dr.Ziegler as well!”
“Yes! Now, go, go!”
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His vision was less blurry as he came to consciousness again.
He blinked rapidly, and finally came to full vision.
That’s when he gasped.
He was not in the garden, he was sure he wasn’t even in Gibraltar.
“Heya boss, he’s wakin’ up.”
Hanzo shook his head.
He attempted to stand, only to find that his hands had been chained to a pole driven into the ground.
He could easily break out of these, he called upon his-
“Looking for these?”
Hanzo looked upwards, only to spy his dragons in two square cages.
Kenji, always the more energetic and determined of the bunch, was bashing her head against the walls.
Tomo, less energetic, but still ever loyal, was biting at the cages bars.
“How did you-”
“They came out of your tattoo of course,” Dallas chuckled, as he came into full view. “While I was putting those chains on you, they tried to protect you, but since you did not call upon them, they were weak, so we easily put them in these...dragon proof cages.”
Hanzo narrowed his gaze.
“What do you want with me?”
“Well for starters, I want you in general.”
Hanzo scoffed.
“Why?”
“You're smart, think Hanzo, what has your precious (Y/N) told you about Alpha werewolves?”
Hanzo narrowed his gaze even further.
“They wish to expand their packs, and they are the only ones capable of passing on the lycin curse.”
“Very good, so you do listen to (Y/N),” Dallas then pouted. “But you didn’t listen to poor Jesse, oh no.”
There was a deep chuckle that came from Dallas, as well as more chuckling from his other pack members.
Hanzo took this chance to look around the room.
Around him stood all sorts of people.
People with scars, people in wheelchairs, some children as young as ten years old.
Men, women, people young and old.
“You see, my pack is more on the diverse side,” Dallas preached. “I don’t just bite anyone.”
Hanzo watched as Dallas made his ways down the steps.
“I find people with powerful minds, not just brute force,” He began, as he made his way towards him, the other pack members stepped out of the way. “People that have been hurt, cast out, told they were nothing. Well,I made them something.”
Dallas grinned.
“That’s why I knew that I had to make you a member of my pack. But those other pathetic excuses for werewolves were almost always around you.”
“You dare too-”
“Ah ah ah,” Dallas began, putting his hand over Hanzo’s mouth. “Let me finish, fledgling.”
Hanzo resisted the urge to spit in Dallas’ face.
“So I found things out, I knew automatically (Y/N) was an alpha, and if they caught even a wind of me wanting to hurt you, then I’d be dead meat.” A pause. “So I turned to the beta instead. I knew that if I made your cute little Jesse dislike me, it would travel back to (Y/N), and they would fight.”
He removed his hand from Hanzo’s mouth.
“I played all my cards right, and soon you were right where I wanted you,” Dallas chuckled. “I was surprised that you even believed half of the shit I said, and took a drink from me.”
Hanzo growled.
“You won’t gain anything from this.” Hanzo snapped. “Absolutely nothing.”
“I have lots to gain from this, Hanzo.” Dallas replied. “Lots. I mean, a Shimada under my command. The infamous Doom fist would cower before me.”
“(Y/N) and Jesse will come for me, and put an end to your sickening games.” Hanzo said, struggling against his bonds.
“Oh please, will they?” Dallas stated. “By the time they figure out where you are, they’ll already have turned.” Dallas then chuckled, sending a chill down Hanzo’s back. “And if I play my cards right, you will be as well.”
“You think that I’d ever join you? Pathetic.”
Dallas rolled his eyes.
“Oh Hanzo,” Dallas jeered, grasping Hanzo’s chin and pulling him close. “I never said I was giving you a choice.”
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“Can someone tell me why it sounds like there’s a dog panting into your communicator?” Angela’s voice asked.
(Y/N) scoffed.
“Don’t call Jess’ a dog, that’s rude.”
(Y/N) managed to say before they turned back to the (panting) and now transformed Jesse.
The thing about Jesse was that, unlike (Y/N), who turned into a Crinos werewolf type, like most alphas, Jesse was a hispo type.
The problem was, the stronger the werewolf type, the less human you were.
Making (Y/N) the worst possible person to go on this rescue mission.
But (Y/N) was the only person powerful enough to take down Dallas.
And man, when (Y/N) saw him, they were going to beat the crap out of him.
The two came to a halt as Jesse sniffed at the ground, and let out a large howl.
In which, (Y/N) grabbed his muzzle.
“Quiet! They’ll hear us!” They hissed as Jesse whined and pulled his head away.
(Y/N) turned, and spotted an old, clearly abandoned factory.
“Angela, I think we found them,” (Y/N) said. “It's at an old factory. Just north of the city.”
“Alright, I’ll tell Winston to send a drop ship-”
“No. You have to send a small team for backup, make sure they all have silver bullets, or they won’t harm anyone in this pack. And only send them in when I tell you too.”
“But (Y/N)-”
“Please Angela, Hanzo’s...normal...life is at stake here.”
Silence.
“Alright...I trust you.”
“Thank you, Agent (Y/N) signing off.
With that, (Y/N) turned off their communicator.
“You think you can get close enough without anyone noticing?”
“Maybe.” Jesse replied, his voice coming out distorted.
Jesse didn’t speak much while in his werewolf form, mainly because of how his vocal cords were for wolves, not for humans.
(Y/N) watched as Jesse crept down the hill and onto the broken road and towards the factory.
(Y/N) went to the ground, looking through the broken windows.
Strangely enough, there were no guards, and yet, there was plenty of cars.
They must’ve used the cars to mask their scents.
(Y/N) scoffed.
This Dallas guy was a foolish alpha, probably new to it, (Y/N) figured as they slid down the hill.
Crouched low to the ground, (Y/N) met up with Jesse and nodded at them, the sign of it being all clear.
Slowly the two came to the back door and pushed it open, with a creak.
(Y/N) tensed.
“Hopefully, nobody heard that.” They muttered to Jesse as the two walked down the hall.
Eventually, they both came to the actual factory section of the place.
It seemed that this factory hadn’t been used for years.
The perfect hideout, (Y/N) would’ve said, if they hadn’t spotted two guards at a door near the end of the hall.
However, the two guards then paused, and walked off.
The two steadily crept towards the door, and slowly pushed it open.
(Y/N)’s mouth dropped.
“I’ve...I’ve never seen so many werewolves before.” They muttered as Jesse let out a whine.
“Don’t worry, I can take them.” (Y/N) responded as they and Jesse crept behind a stack of barrels.
(Y/N) slowly peaked their head above the barrels.
“There he is.” (Y/N) muttered, as they saw Hanzo in the middle of the mix. “But how are we gonna get to him?”
“The full moon won’t be covered by the clouds much longer.” Dallas began, peaking (Y/N)’s interest. “And soon, you’ll be one of us.”
(Y/N) almost growled and leap directly into the fray, but they kept their composure, for now.
“He wants to turn Hanzo.” Jesse muttered.
“Yeah, that’s why we need to get him out of there, fast.”
(Y/N) rolled over to the other set of crates, closer to-wait a second.
(Y/N) looked up, hearing a chirping noise.
They had to cover your mouth to keep from gasping.
(Y/N) spotted Kenji and Tomo in cages, hung on the ceiling.
“Jesse, how did he-”
“However, we don’t want to interrupt the main event, do we?”
Dallas grinned before snapping his fingers.
With that, the werewolves in the room scattered, filling out the room.
Soon, silence.
“I can smell you (Y/N), and Jesse’s scent is even stronger when he’s in his werewolf form.”
(Y/N) scoffed before coming out behind the barrels.
“Let him go Dallas, and I won’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” Dallas smiled, putting his hand in his pocket. “You wouldn’t dare.”
(Y/N) widened their stance, and balled their hands into fists.
“Try me.”
“Oh, well, I guess I’ll have to use this little guy.” With that, Dallas pulled the purple flower from his pocket holding it into the air.
With that, (Y/N) could see the sweat forming on Dallas’ face.
“S-see? Now we’re both in trouble.” Dallas mustered out stepping towards them.
(Y/N) only had caught a small whiff of that flower before sweat formed on your brow as well.
“Where-where did you...get...wolfs bane…?” (Y/N) panted, falling to their knees.
They watched as Dallas managed to laugh at them, before falling onto his hands and knees as well.
“I’ve..got...friends…”
Jesse looked up into the sky, and there it was, the full moon shining directly into the room.
“J-Jesse...get...get Hanzo out of here…” (Y/N) said, starting to breathe heavily. “Please…”
“But-”
“Now-!” (Y/N) growled, and yet their voice was so much deeper.
Jesse ran over to Hanzo, pulling at the chains with his teeth and claws.
“Jesse? Is that you?” Hanzo asked.
Jesse paused for a moment, then simply nodded his head.
“Jesse, where are the others? Are they safe?”
Another pause.
“Yes.” Jesse said, as the chains fell to the floor.
“Hurry.” Jesse stated, as he pushed Hanzo out of the room.
However, two howls filled the room and the two men froze on the spot.
They recognized one, sure, but the other?
Soon, multiple howls filled the air, too many for comfort.
“Go! They have a backup team waiting for us!” Jesse mustered out as the two rushed out the door.
However, the two were met by wolves of all shapes and sizes in their way.
“Right!”
Jesse and Hanzo sprinted down the hall to the right, the large group of werewolves on their tail.
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(Y/N) looked at them self in the small puddle on the floor.
(Y/N) hadn’t seen their reflection in a while.
They were still a large 7ft, Crinos werewolf.
Their fur was still the same color as their hair.
The necklaces Jesse and Hanzo gave them was still around their neck.
(Y/N)’s eyes were now a beady purple.
A growl filled their ears, as they turned to Dallas.
He was just like you, bright purple eyes, 7ft, except brown fur.
However, Dallas’ claws were much larger than yours.
But that made up for (Y/N)’s strength and strong bite.
Before (Y/N) even had time to think, Dallas tackled them to the ground, and (Y/N) knew that if Dallas managed to defeat them, not only would he turn Hanzo into a werewolf.
But he’d become the alpha of (Y/N)’s pack as well, which meant he’d keep Jesse and Hanzo away from you.
So, with that thought in mind, (Y/N) brought forth all their power to defeat this traitor.
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“How long will it take for these things to catch up to us, Jesse?”
A grunt was heard from Jesse, who ran alongside Hanzo.
“Oh right, you’re a wolf, you can’t talk-”
“I can talk!” Jesse replied. “And for the record-”
“Door-!”
Jesse slammed face first into the door, letting out a yelp.
Hanzo grabbed Jesse by the serape and pulled him through the doorway.
“How long are these hallways!” Jesse cried, still rubbing at his nose.
“In here! Quickly!”
With that, the two dove into the small storage room and behind the boxes.
There was silence at first, however, the scratching of claws on the floor filled their ears, as well as the soon clicking of said claws on the tile floor.
“Jesse,” Hanzo hissed. “What do we do?”
Jesse shook his head.
“Jesse?”
Again, more shaking and growling from Jesse.
“Jesse-”
That’s when Jesse began to howl.
Soon, bone cracking and more howling and growling was filling Hanzo’s ears.
He heard the werewolves beginning to gather at the door, based on the amount of claws tapping on the tiles.
“Jesse, Jesse stop-! Jesse your drawing, attention too-! Jess-!”
That’s when the howling turned more humane sounding, and as Hanzo watched as the great beast before him shrunk down to a shivering, sweaty, and naked man.
Gasps and sputters came from Jesse as Hanzo slowly reached a hand out.
“Is it...morning already?” Hanzo asked.
Jesse coughed.
“Ngh...no…” Jesse began. “If...If you call out a were...werewolves name...they...turn back into a...human.”
Hanzo’s eyes widened.
“A...naked human I presume?”
“Yes, a butt-naked human.” Jesse paused. “God, I...I can’t transform...fuck...we’re screwed. We are so screwed.”
He said, as the werewolves carefully approached the boxes the two men were hiding behind.
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