AN: Wow. I've finished another multi-chapter fic. That's so insane to me, but I've loved every minute of it. Part of me thinks that this is an abrupt ending, but the writer part of me knows that this feels right, and I hope you readers agree. You can expect a one shot about the first mission Mac and Jack worked for DXS that they failed, maybe even this week. After that, I'll be writing a crossover with Kingsman that I've been wanting to write for like a year and a half lol. That will be mid-length, I think. Anyway, I've loved writing this, and I hope you've loved reading this. As always, I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review :)

ONE WEEK LATER

Mac breathed in the beautiful smells of the forest. He was back in the same woods where Murdoc first attacked him and turned him into what he was now: a werewolf. But this time, he was there on his own volition, and he had Jack with him, and that made all the difference in the world.

The birds were chirping, all singing their songs of summer, singing sweetly to their hearts' content. Mac swore he could hear each individual bird, each one with a song more beautiful than the next. The wildflowers smelled more amazing than Mac could ever remember them smelling, and their colors were full and bright, brighter than Bozer's sweaters. Even the trees had a scent that Mac could easily pick out and distinguish from each other, and the recent rain just brought it out even more. The soft, warm, breeze made the leaves rustle against each other, and Mac couldn't imagine a more beautiful moment. All thoughts of Murdoc and what he did to him were far from his mind, where they couldn't hurt him or this beautiful day.

"You were right," he said softly. "This was a good idea." Jack had insisted that Mac go back there where it all started, and see something different in it. Mac had been cooped up in the hospital for two days, where he barely did much more than stare at the wall, even when Riley and Bozer and Matty and even Patty and Cage visited him. He hadn't been hungry, but knew he should eat. Jack insisted that he did, and even cut up a steak for them to share. He'd give one bite to Mac, then another to himself, until they finished it. Mac was really glad that Jack was the only one there for that. He'd been discharged soon after, then stayed at home for five more days. Having werewolf healing, his legs were fully healed by the time he went home, and everything else Murdoc had done to him had healed as well, at least physically. But it left Mac conflicted. Part of him wanted to stay home for the rest of his life, with Jack to ensure that he was always safe. Going back to those woods was the first time that Mac had left his house since getting back. But on the other hand, being around Bozer had been difficult. His roommate was still getting used to the whole werewolf thing, and it had been impossible to hide what Murdoc did to him - screaming in the night tended to do that kind of thing - and although Bozer didn't treat him like a different person, he was always hovering, and it was different than the way that Jack hovered. Mac couldn't take any more of it, so Jack suggested that they go back to the woods, telling him that he could get some closure, and he could experience more of what it really was to be a werewolf.

"Of course I was right," Jack said with a smile, gently laying his arm across Mac's shoulders. "You have these super senses now, you have to put them to good use." Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After looking up at the blue sky he could see through the trees, Mac did the same. It was beautiful.

They kept walking along the trail, and before Mac knew it, they were at the exact spot where Murdoc first attacked him. Mac stopped in his tracks, and stared at the tree where he'd leaned against while calling Jack. He could feel Murdoc's teeth digging into his shoulder, and he could feel that phantom pain that Matty had gently told him would never go away. Mac closed his eyes, and breathed softly. Now he could feel Jack's arm across his shoulders, pulling him close. Everything was fine. Everything was going to be okay.

Mac opened his eyes, and looked past the tree and down the trail. He glanced at Jack, and smiled, noticing that the man had partly shifted. Jack's eyes had turned amber, and his fangs were prominent in his smile. Mac smiled wider, letting his own fangs grow and blue eyes turn effervescent. He turned back and looked straight ahead. Yeah, everything was going to be okay.