Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 13:28:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Queer Tribes <queer_tribes@yahoo.ca>
Subject: The Tenderness of Wolves - Chapter 13

THE TENDERNESS OF WOLVES

The following story contains sex acts between teenagers and adults of all
genders where consent can be somewhat ambiguous. While these situations can
be really hot in a fantasy, they'd be absolutely dreadful in real
life. This story is only a fantasy, and it's not meant to be taken
seriously, or to be condoning the idea of forcing people to have sex. If
such stories are not legal in your locale, well... you know what you're
supposed to do.

There are also some elements that could be triggering for survivors of
sexual abuse.

It's a werewolf story. People get killed. Flesh is eaten. If you don't like
horror mixed in with your smut, go read Playgirl. If the idea of something
primal and savage like a werewolf gets your juices flowing though... Read
on. ;)

The Tenderness of Wolves is an awesome musical piece by Coil. This is where
the title comes from.

Feedback and encouragement is welcome and appreciated. You can get a hold
of me at queer_tribes@yahoo.ca.

Have fun! :)

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CHAPTER 13 - Jules

After telling the tale of how he had ended up giving in, how he had ended
up eating a part of Evey along with the other Wolves, Conrad grew
silent. He turned his head and looked outside through the window. The sun
had set minutes ago, and darkness was settling in the room. From his
position sitting on the floor, his back to the wall, Jules stared at the
werewolf boy, observing his features in the shadows. Nothing was said for a
brief while, then the human broke the silence.

"That's really messed up."

Connie shook his head.

"That was my life. It's messed up in a way, but... it's my life. It's what
happened to me."

"So... Chad and Catherine have nothing to do with the werewolves who turned
you."

A soft chuckle left Conrad's lips.

"Dog no! I left that bunch a while back. They— That's a whole long
story, and I don't feel like talking about it. But I left my first
pack. It's a big deal for a Wolf to do that. It's... it's not supposed to
happen."

"Because of the bond?"

"Yeah. You're not supposed to be able to break it. But I did. But to other
Wolves, it looks really bad. It means I can't be trusted to stick to my
pack no matter what. It's a big deal. To most Wolves, I'm damaged goods."

Jules glanced at the bedroom door.

"But Cat and Chad don't mind?"

Conrad reached for his back pocket, pulled out his cigarette pack, and
fished one out.

"They try not to. I was alone for a while after I left Derek's pack. They
took me in. But it's not always easy."

He cracked a match and lit up. He shook out the flame and put the match in
an empty mug that lied about on the nightstand.

"So much for selling me to the big happy family spiel", said Jules, a hint
of sarcasm in his voice.

"You, you'll be fine", said Conrad. "You're not a pack breaker. I wasn't
making anything up by saying that you'll never be alone again. Your pack
has your back, always, and Chad and Cat are good Wolves."

The young human wondered what he meant by saying they were good Wolves -
they were all mass murderers. Yet, from what Connie recounted, Derek's
bunch sounded worst than he, Cat, and Chad, despite the threats of
evisceration and death by shotgun.

"You're still angry", said the Wolf.

"It feels like you've dragged me in one huge messy deal."

`I'm the one who ran back to it though', thought Jules as he spoke. `For
Hector.'

The teenager with the shaved head raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Just answer me one question honestly", asked the werewolf boy. "Would you
rather I hadn't done what I did in the alley? Would you rather I'd just let
Hartigan, Ballantine, and Williams beat you up and do their worst?"

Whenever he had broached the killings in the alley, Conrad had always
sounded high and mighty, never questioning his decision. This time, this
was different. The question sounded sincere. The young Haitian man closed
his eyes. The massacre had scarred his memory forever. He recalled the
screams, Conrad's savage growls, the blood, his own terror. He often had
nightmares where those events unfolded over and over. Sometimes in those
dreams, it was Connie who killed the boys. Some other times though, it was
Jules who was the werewolf, the killer. This other version of the dream had
happened more often since Conrad had bitten him, and it was not always
frightening - there had been times where it had been thrilling. Whenever
the teenager awoke from those dreams though, he tried to pretend he had not
enjoyed them. But he knew some part of him did - and truth be told, he
didn't think it was entirely the bite's fault. Still, he wished the
massacre had not
 happened. It had scarred his soul.

"I wish you had just scared them, that you had just made them run
away. They didn't deserve to die."

"I think you and me, we'll always disagree on that last point. I'll always
think that people who hurt you, Jules, deserve to die."

The Haitian boy swallowed.

"Why?", he asked.

"Because you're pack. And I think you were pack long before I bit you. I
hadn't really recognized it before, but I have a gift... some sort of sixth
sense. I can tell who's meant to be with us. And my body has always known
you were meant to be. I just wasn't aware enough of it to know back then,
not consciously."

"What are you saying?"

The question was barely audible as it left Jules lips. Conrad had told him
a few times, in his non-committal, nonchalant way, that he liked him. The
human boy had always struggled to believe it. Now the Wolf was telling him
that something deep and visceral within him recognized him as his own. The
timid teenager understood that. But he realized there was something more he
longed to hear. He just found it hard to accept that he wanted to hear it
from a werewolf.

"I'm saying that I'll kill for you, and that I'll die for you. I want to be
your pack brother for the rest of my life. Because it's what feels right
with me. And for us Wolves, those feelings don't change."

At this moment, Jules made a decision. He stood up.

"Fuck this. I'm sick of bullshit."

"What? Jules, wait—"

The Haitian boy lunged towards the young werewolf. Conrad braced himself
for another attack. Jules jumped on him and forced him down on bed, face
into the mattress. He brought his mouth to the Wolf's ear.

"I'm sick of my bullshit. I want you. I want to hate you. I wish I hated
you. But I want you. I want you so bad."

Connie inhaled a sharp breath. The human boy reached for the back of the
young Wolf's jeans, which Conrad had left untied after showing off where he
had been bitten. Jules yanked them off. He half-expected the bad-ass punk
to push him off, to turn the tables, to show him who was truly the boss
here. But when the aggressive human teen dug his fingers in the pale globes
of the ass that was exposed before him, Connie did not resist.

"Mount me", he breathed instead. "Show me what you're like you make a boy
your bitch. Destroy my ass with your big dick."

"I'll make you mine first."

Jules lowered his face just below the other boy's butt crack. His nose
caught a whiff of male musk that perfumed Conrad's opening. Lust saturated
the Wolf boy's scent. For a short moment, The Haitian thought of going
straight for the hole. But there was something else he desired much
more. He wanted to see Conrad vulnerable, exposed in a way he had never
seen. He ran his fingertip along the peach skin of the Wolf's back thigh,
his touch nothing more than a whisper. He found the bitten spot quickly,
its location confirmed when Connie grabbed the bed blanket in his fists and
whimpered.

Jules had no intentions of being gentle. Right when he realized he had
found the right spot, he brought his teeth to it and bit has hard as he
can. He heard a growl and felt the muscle tighten and thicken in his
jaw. Connie ripped the blanket to which he was clinging as he shifted to
the feral form. The Haitian teenager did not let go. His self was gushing
into the werewolf, invading him. He increased the pressure. He wanted this
to hurt. He knew Conrad would like it if it hurt. He clamped down so hard
that the sharp edges of his human teeth pierced the flesh and he tasted
blood, metallic, on his tongue.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Lick my hole and shove your
dick in there! Please make it angry. Please make it angry!"

Jules' member was filled with blood right now, a long, thick swell along
his thigh, trapped by his pants. He wanted to bury it in Connie's hole. He
wanted to know what it was like to fuck, to brutalize another boy into
ecstasy. A soft fuzz had covered the Wolf's ass cheeks when he had
transformed. The hungry human boy grabbed them and spread them apart,
revealing the puckered hole. He mashed his face there and began lapping at
the sensitive ring. It tasted of sweat and musk, and the melange was
surprisingly inviting; although he had not hesitated, the inexperienced
teenager had feared that area might be less than pleasant to lick. But what
he found quickly overcame his supernatural sense of smell - this was
Conrad's rawest scent, and it reeked of sex, of need. The Haitian male was
not gentle; he wanted to werewolf to know he could devour him too. Muffled
noises came from Connie's buried face: at times they were moans, at times
they were growls,
 and at time they sounded like a puppy's whimpers. Jules realized those
were the sounds he liked best. They were happening when he was pushing is
tongue deep, nearly entering the hole with it. Whenever he wanted to be
rewarded by the helpless sounds, he made sure to shove his tongue back
there. Once, he pressed his thumb against the lubricated hole and forced it
inside, while he brought his mouth back to Conrad's bite.

"Please, please, please!", begged Connie.

Jules ran the flat of his tongue along the bite, a slow, deliberate stroke
intended to make the werewolf boy yield even further. He tasted copper
again; his lover had not bothered healing the torn flesh. He knew he was
inside Conrad, invading, conquering everything. He pulled his thumb out and
returned his tongue to the loosened hole, immersing himself to the lustful
tastes and scent, lapping in hunger. The human teenager barely had a
conscious mind anymore. The tiny speck of it that was left wondered if this
was what sex was supposed to make a normal human feel like, or whether this
was the feral instincts bestowed by his bite that had taken over. Or maybe
Connie was emitting those pheromones he had mentioned before, driving him
crazy with sex. The normally subdued teenager wanted this madness; while it
possessed him, he didn't have to think.

As a kept eating the punk boy's ass, Jules struggled to unbutton and yank
down his own pants and underwear. It had grown uncomfortable, and a wet
stain of precum soaked the fabric of his trunks where his dickhead had been
trapped. Connie's boy-cunt felt slick with saliva and relaxed now, despite
all the thrashing around that his hole being eaten involved. The human male
paused for a second, to admire his handiwork.

"Shove it in me", pleaded Connie. "Fuck me. Please..."

Jules looked at his own dick, at how large it was compared to his bitch's
tiny hole. He wanted to know what it felt like, to tear that boy apart with
it. He climbed on top of Conrad, lining up his dick with the Wolf's
opening. The Haitian seized the side of the white boy's face and tilted it
towards him. The Wolf eyes gleamed in the shadows of the room. They showed
little expression, but Conrad's scent betrayed him - he was in rut, and he
longed to be bred.

"You feel that against your hole?", whispered Jules. "That's my
dick. That's my human dick. It's going to breed your scrawny werewolf
ass. And you'll let me do it, because you're mine."

To emphasize his point, the dominant teenager moved his hand to the back of
Conrad's thigh, and he fingered his bite with his thumb. The feral boy
closed his eyes and whined. It that moment, Jules pushed his cock in,
trying to enter the tight fuckhole. He struggled for a moment - it had
seemed easy when Connie had taken him before - and he ended up having to
grab his own shaft with his hand the get the angle right. He forced his way
in, and he began to feel the muscle ring swallow the first couple of inches
of his cock. He expected to see Conrad wince in pain, but he saw instead
the punk boy bite his lip and sigh with bliss. He kept pushing, making the
widest part of his member enter the flesh that hugged it. The insides of
his half-boy, half-Wolf lover were brimming with warmth. Yet what Jules was
enjoying the most was this feeling of stretching this well-guarded part of
Connie that was, he assumed, so unused to being filled like this.

"Tell me how big it is. I know you like how big it is."

Talking dirty was new to Jules, and despite his carnal arousal, a tinge of
self-consciousness picked at him whenever he said sex words like
these. Conrad was lapping it up however.

"Oh fuck! Your human dick is so thick! No one's ever put a big thing like
this in me, not even other Wolves. Only you can make me feel like that!"

It was strange to see this side of Conrad - the teenager constantly
swaggered around with macho, delinquent self-assurance. Yet every squirm,
every whimper, every sigh of delight was genuine - Jules could smell
it. This was so different from their sex in the old factory building. The
scents added a whole new dimension, a whole new way to reel the
inexperienced adolescent into this ocean of lust. But he was on top! He was
fucking Conrad Blackstone, and the werewolf was giving himself entirely to
him, yielding to his erect member. The randy Haitian slid the last two or
three inches of his cock into the boy, and his dark-skinned balls came to
rest against the curve of the other male's pale ass. He was all the way
inside - Conrad had taken him all. He began a fucking motion, and his lover
moaned loudly. The thought that the other Wolves were hearing everything
crossed Jules' mind. It did not stop him. He withdrew almost all his
inches, then he rammed
 them back in. The werewolf boy yelped. Jules did it again, and Connie
buried his face in the mattress. On the third try though, his dickhead
slipped out by accident; fucking was a bit trickier than he thought.

"Sorry about that", he whispered.

"Stop apologizing and shove it back in there. I need the damn thing."

Jules let out a soft giggle. Some of the Wolf's attitude was still there,
it seemed. He lined up his moist glans again and he pushed as hard as he
could. Connie winced in something the human male was unsure whether it was
pleasure or pain.

"I hope it hurt", said the Haitian. "You deserve it."

He hesitated a second before adding the last word.

"Bitch."

He put a hand on the back of Conrad's skull and forced the boy's face into
the bed. The lanky teenager resumed his thrusts, trying to make them as
brutal as he could manage. He didn't want to go easy on the Wolf boy. He
wanted to show what he was capable of. He wanted to teach Conrad Blackstone
that he could be mean too. Soon, he got more used to the motions of
fucking, and he settled into a rabid rhythm.

"Aww fuck, yes!", shouted Connie.

`Wow', thought the human teen. He wasn't sure what was more exciting:
knowing he could own the Wolf like this, or being aware of how much
pleasure his dick could inflict. `My dick', he thought. It was a part of
him he often tried not to think about, and definitely not in such a vulgar
term. But this wasn't his penis he was using right now - it was his
dick. It was a raunchy, sexual part of him, and at this precise moment, it
was very busy sodomizing a werewolf boy. Pressure was building inside his
cock and suddenly, in a way that almost caught him by surprise, he was
coming. He felt stream after stream of cum rush through his shaft, pumping
out into the hole he was fucking; he'd just come into a boy. Jules
collapsed on top of the young Wolf.

"Feels good, doesn't it?", asked Connie.

Jules could only nod in agreement. His brain was fizzling from the
orgasm. He tucked his nose within the crease of Conrad's neck and breathed
in the sweaty scents. The werewolf boy was pungent with sex and
satisfaction.

"Did you come too?", Jules asked weakly.

"Nah, you'd need to fuck me for a while longer for that."

"Sorry."

Connie reached up and ruffled his frizzy hair.

"You got nothing to be sorry for. I haven't been fucked that good in a
while."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Nah, it's true. Chad has a go at me with his strap-on once in a while, and
he's great, but... sometimes you want the flesh and blood thing, you know?"

Jules nodded.

"And... it was you", added the young Wolf.

Jules let his head rest to the side. He stared into the darkness of the
bedroom.

"Connie? Can I ask you a dumb human question, and can you give me a
somewhat human answer?"

"I'll try."

The Haitian boy licked his dry lips.

"Are we... friends? You and I?"

Conrad turned his head in an attempt to look into the human's face,
managing somewhat despite the awkward position, and the fact Jules'
semi-hard shaft was still inside him.

"I thought for a moment you were going to spring the L-word on me."

"Lesbians?"

The Wolf-boy laughed.

"What is that, Jules Rodrigue making an attempt at humour? Cat loves that
graphic novel, by the way."

"I've only seen the movie."

"Don't tell her that though, she'll scoff at you."

Jules' face became more serious.

"You haven't answered my question. You said you'd try."

"Of course we're friends, dumbass. Do you think I let everyone see that
side of me I've shown you today?"

The human teenager shook his head.

"No. Obviously not."

"Then stop asking dumb human questions."

Jules withdrew a couple inches of his cock from Connie's tight hole, and
shoved them back inside. The Wolf closed his eyes and bit his lip.

"I'm still in you. You're still my bitch, for the record."

"I don't think that's a side of you a lot of people have seen before
either."

The human teenager ran his fingers on Conrad's buzzed head. The
millimetre-long hair was both firm and soft at once. It was an intriguing,
tantalizing texture.

"It freaks me out a bit", admitted Jules. "I'm not sure... I'm not sure
that's really me."

"You're used to being the victim. But you can be the top dog and still be
you."

"I still feel weird from the bite, from what it changed."

Connie shook his head.

"I don't think that's the bite. It makes you bolder, that's true. But what
it makes you less scared to express, that's a real part of you that was
there already."

Jules pulled out his cock completely this time - he had gone soft. He sat
on the bed, next to the prone form of his Wolf friend.  It was time. He had
to say it, to Conrad, the thing that had weighed on his heart such a long
time.

"My Dad... He..."

He looked into the darkness ahead of him.

"He's been molesting me since my mother died, when I was 8. I can't stand
him. It won't go away. It's there when I come home every day, and it's
there no matter where I try to hide. I try to tell myself it'll end when I
leave the house, that someday he won't be able to do it anymore. But it
won't fix me."

His voice broke.

"I can't be fixed."

His eyes were wet. Yet he held back the sobs. This time, it wasn't about
Conrad not seeing. It was for his own sake.

"I'll kill him for you", said the werewolf. "If you want."

Jules nodded.

"I know. But please don't. That's... that's my cross to bear. My dad is my
business."

"Do you know if he touched your brother too?"

The Haitian looked down.

"I don't think he did. Jake looks so oblivious to the whole thing going
on. Either that, or he hides it much better than me."

Jacob. If Jules went all the way and became a Wolf, he would abandon
Jacob. He knew his father well enough to understand the old man would
probably turn to his younger brother... for comfort. If he hadn't already.

"I'm abandoning my brother if I become like you."

"Or you become strong enough to protect him. It's not as clear-cut as you
think. I don't see my family anymore, but... Wolves don't always cut
ties. I've told you: it's more common than you think for humans and Wolves
to have... relationships. Sometimes the humans don't know. Sometimes they
do."

Connie propped himself up on an elbow, then sat on the bed, next to Jules.

"Jules... Can I kiss your bite? You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Chad didn't seem to see it that way."

"Fuck Chad. I love the guy, but he freaks out whenever he thinks something
could threaten the pack. You should have seen him when I told you what
happened when I took you in the alley, when everything started. Anyway,
fuck him. It's just... I want to have a moment with you, that's all."

Jules looked at the Wolf. He remembered what it had done to him, when Chad
had taken him. He realized he wanted Conrad to take him like that too, to
make him... his. He had been angry at that punk; Connie had hurt him, and
he had made him go through difficult things.  But now that they had been so
open with each other... Jules wanted to be over the bad blood. He pondered
his situation a moment: he was being drawn into a werewolf pack. He
couldn't sit on the fence between humans and Wolves. This meant choosing
the killers over... all the other humans. Almost.

"Don't... be as rough as I was with you."

Conrad gave him his patented sarcastic smile.

"Don't be a baby."

The Wolf boy kicked off his pants and pulled off his t-shirt.

"You're mine, bitch", he added.

Then he transformed all the way. The massive shape loomed over Jules in the
near-darkness. The animal eyes reflected the moonlight that had begun
shining through the window. The human teenager slid a hand to his own dick,
squeezing the thickening erection. He licked his lips. He should know
better than to taunt the beast, but he couldn't help himself.

"Do your worst then", he breathed.

The monster pounced. It was not gentle.

***

Jules closed the bathroom door behind him. He had hastily put pants back on
after Conrad had taken him, although the punk boy had assured him it was
unnecessary, and he had hurried out of the bedroom; he needed a shower. His
back was still sticky with the remnants of the Wolf's seed, even though
Connie had wiped away most of it with his t-shirt, at the young human's
insistence. The sensations on his right shoulder blade alternated between
numbness and an electric tingle. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he
remembered the hungry beast's tongue lapping at his bite, and the pressure
of its fangs digging in the skin but not quite breaking it. His butthole
was sore also; werewolf saliva was not the best lubricant, he assumed, and
Connie had ravaged his hole for nearly half an hour before he had pulled
out and ejaculated all over him. Jules would be lying to himself if he said
he had not missed the bestial lovemaking. His body remembered the powerful
 muscles embracing him, the soft fur, and the primitive instincts that
fuelled Conrad's merciless fucking.

"Fuck", whispered Jules.

He removed his pants, and stepped in front of the toilet for a much-needed
leak, holding his semi-hard cock and forcing the warm stream through
it. The bathroom was cramped, with barely enough space to fit the bathtub,
toilet, and sink, as if including it somewhere in the cabin had been an
afterthought. Dust and stray hair littered the edge of the toilet and the
sink; the bathroom was not gross, but it was not kept tidy either. Once the
adolescent was done peeing, he stepped into the tub, pulled the shower
curtain, and turned on the faucet. He made sure to water was as hot as he
could withstand, but not hot enough to burn him, then he flicked on the
shower. The steaming water hit his body, and Jules sighed in relief. He
needed a good clean-up. He turned his back to the stream, letting it wash
away Connie's cum. Then he grabbed the soap bar and began scrubbing his
genitals, filthy with fluids that belonged to both him and the werewolf.

`What am I doing?', thought the human boy.

Chad and Conrad were a lingering presence inside him. They were like soft
ghosts, hovering nearby, even when he was alone.

`I'm supposed to be helping Hector, not doing... this.'

He had not dared bring up his true motive for seeking the pack. He was
unsure on how the Wolves would react. Maybe it'd be easier to get their
help once they were all bonded to one another, the creatures and him.

He reminded himself that they were killers, that he should be horrified of
them, but he struggled to make the notion stick. It should not have been so
hard: Chad had been close to killing him after all, and he had witnessed
firsthand what Connie could do. His thoughts lingered to that fateful
afternoon in the alley, to the screaming boys, to the blood.

`They had it coming.'

He wasn't sure he believed it.

Suddenly, he heard the door to the bathroom open. There had been no lock,
so he had simply shut it.

"Connie?"

"Try again", said Catherine's feminine voice.

Jules swallowed. His chest tightened.

"I'm having a shower."

"I can see that."

"I mean..."

Through the curtain, he could see her silhouette remove her t-shirt. She
was undressing. In the warm moisture of the bathroom, he could catch her
scent easily, sweet and sour, womanly. His loins stirred. He wanted to melt
and swirl down the drain. He didn't want her in there with him.

She parted the curtain, and she stepped in, naked; she was in human
guise. Jules looked down, to his side. He tried not to let his gaze be
drawn to her chest, or to the dark pubic mound at which he had glanced
briefly. He caught a whiff of her old sweat before the water washed it off;
it had depth to it, and the scent seemed to be reaching far into him.

"You can look at me, you know."

He didn't. She gently pried the bar of soap from his fingers and brought it
to his body. He froze at the contact.

"Jesus, don't be such a pussy. I'm not going to eat you."

He expected her to chuckle at those words. She didn't.

"I'm sure you need a good scrubbing after fucking like that", she said. "We
could hear everything. Fuck, the whole cabin reeks of boy sex now."

She soaped up his chest, rubbing his pectorals with her hands. She let her
fingers trail to his stomach. His breath was shallow, difficult to catch up
on. She giggled.

"You're not just into the men. That's pretty obvious right now."

He couldn't help it. This was making him hard. Thick, tense like a bow
ready to shoot. He knew she was aroused also. He was unsure what vulvas
smelled like, but he knew it was the scent of her fluids that was trailing
to his nostrils right now. He wanted her to leave.

"Turn around."

He let her manhandle him 180 degrees, exposing his back to her. He closed
his eyes. He knew what was coming next. He braced himself for it. She was
lathering his back with the soap. Then he felt it - her moist lips brushed
his bite. She was inside him. He whimpered. He didn't want her there, not
like than. Her tongue ran along his shoulder blade, expert, sensual. Her
presence invaded him, tasted him. It began eating his most intimate
secrets; it brushed the filthy thing at his core, his brokenness.

"Please, stop...", he begged.

She let him go suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I hadn't realized. Fuck, that was dumb. I'm sorry."

He glanced at her. She looked mortified. She pulled away the curtain to
step out of the shower.

"Wait."

He was surprised to hear himself ask her to stay.

"Don't go."

She closed the curtain. Her eyes were on him.

"You could tell, could you?", he asked.

"There's something warped in you. About sex. Someone did something to you
and made it that way. I'm so sorry, dude. What I just did to you was
crappy. I thought you were just coy."

He let out a faint chuckle.

"I don't hear Wolves apologize often."

"It happens. I mean it, I'm sorry."

He stared down at the dirty pink bottom of the tub and shook his head.

"Listen, I know I'm messed up. It's not all on you. A normal man would have
loved it. I'm not normal."

"No. It's not on you. Don't you ever think it's on you."

His breath slowed down.

"I'm weird", he insisted.

"You're not."

He laughed. It was a hopeless sound.

"I'm screwing a werewolf, I'm letting myself be dragged into a pack of
killers, and I can't do a woman right like a man should. Don't tell me
there's nothing wrong with me."

"At least you look good when you're naked. You've got that going for you."

He glanced away. Cat shook her head.

"Listen, I don't want to push you into anything you don't want. I just like
what I see, that's all."

Jules shuffled.

"We're going to be packmates", he said.

Catherine nodded.

"Conrad said you killed a lot of people."

"I have. I turned not long after the Wolves first happened. I had time to
rack up a kill count. Does that bother you?"

The Haitian looked at her. She had a round face, and wet bangs framed her
blue-green eyes. She had a bit of weight to her body, unlike so many of the
skinny girls at school; it looked good on her. She stood there, allowing
him to size her up, awaiting his answer to her question. She was a strange
thing, he decided. She had been aggressive and cold when he had first met
her, but now she had almost seemed human - until she so casually mentioned
all the people she had killed.

He sighed.

"I don't know anymore. It used to. I think it still does. But it should
feel more real, more... horrible. I think it's the bite. It changed me."

"I wouldn't know. I was never bitten. I wasn't... turned."

The Haitian boy glanced at her breasts. Her nipples were dark and wide,
much larger he had thought they could be on a woman.

"Chad said something like that. That you weren't `made' like him and
Conrad."

Catherine nodded.

"I turned spontaneously. I transformed completely out of the blue. No bite,
no feeding on the Flesh before the transformation. That's how the first
Wolves happened, and it still happens once in a while."

"Wow. That must have been freaky."

"I'm not sure. Not in the way you'd think. Not a `human' freaky. It was the
worst pain I ever had, then it was all need, need, need. First because I
was starving for the Flesh. Then because I had to find others, to find a
pack. It's... really bad to not be with a pack."

He was shivering. She noticed.

"Hey, switch around", she said. "I've been hogging the water."

He did not argue with her. They passed each other in the narrow bathtub,
their bodies rubbing briefly. Jules chased dirty thoughts from his head.

"Connie says you're a big nerd", said Catherine, changing the topic.

He laughed uncomfortably.

"You're talking about turning into a werewolf, and killing and eating
people, and now it's about how much of a nerd I am?"

"You like Doctor Who?"

He giggled.

"Yeah, it's fun. We only have basic cable at home and no Internet, so I
can't get the show, but I borrowed the DVDs at the library. It's really bad
sometimes though."

She grinned.

"Yeah, it can be. Have you seen the classic Doctor, or just the new shows?"

"Just the new ones."

"I'll have to show you then. I dragged Chad and Connie into it, I have to
contaminate you too. So what are your other geeky vices?"

He scratched the back of his head. Warm water trickled on his knuckles.

"Books. Old cult films. Whatever I can get from the library or the pawn
shop."

She brought the soap bar back to his chest.

"You mind if I soap you up? I want to do something nice for you. You've had
a rough day."

A shiver trembled in his loins. He shuffled in place.

"Go ahead, I guess."

He shook his head.

"I'm the worst loser. There's a naked woman with me in the shower who's
obviously into me, and I'm being difficult."

"You sound pretty cool, I think. I like that, the scrounging up old books
and movies thing. Gives you character. I like that shit too."

She was lathering his chest with a generous coating of foamy soap.

"We'll have to bond, won't we?", asked Jules.

"I don't want to force you into it if you don't want to. Chad'll be upset,
but I can handle him."

He thought of her soft mouth on his bite. He shook his head.

"That's not it... I've already done it with Chad and Conrad, and... I don't
hate it. It's just... It's... I don't know."

"Maybe you should do it to me first. I'm kinda looking forward to it, to be
honest. I think it'll be nice to have you around. Switch places with me. I
want some hot water and I'll do your back."

He obeyed her. He passed her, presenting his back to her; he didn't want to
brush his erection against her body. She began rubbing his backside with
the soap, but she was careful to avoid his sensitive spot. Jules was
turning her words around in his head.

"If you were never bitten, how does that work? What do I have to do?"

"You kinda have to work on my whole body. It's less intense right away than
working on a bite, but do it right and I'll be a mess in minutes."

She lowered her hands to his buttocks and began lathering them. His mouth
was dry. He tried to picture himself, caressing Catherine all over. His
erection twitched.

"Time out", he breathed.

"Okay."

She let go of him. He turned around to face her. This time, he allowed
himself a good look at her body, at her. She was a white girl, but her skin
looked tanned, unlike Connie whose was very pale. Her breasts hung a bit
from her chest. He had expected them to be perkier, but he didn't dislike
the sight; he enjoyed the imperfection, the realness of it. She had curves,
and pretty ones at that. Her hips jutted from the rest of her, a voluptuous
oval that framed her pubic bush. Women in porn shaved the hair, but she had
hers, wet from the shower. He could barely see a hint of her other lips
through it.

"I've never done that", he said.

"No offense, bro, but you don't look like you did either."

He hesitated before reaching for her with his hand. It felt like he was
crossing some invisible barrier, entering forbidden territory. He cupped
her breast, fondled it tentatively. Immediately, guilt crept on him when he
became aware that the first thing he had gone for, of all the things on her
body, was her tit. He removed his hand.

"Why are you treating me differently than Connie and Chad?", she
asked. "From what I heard, you weren't that shy with them."

"I... I don't know."

"Give me your hands."

He obeyed. She took his hands between hers, and she brushed his chocolate
skin with her pale fingers. She then placed the young Haitian's hands on
her plump breasts. She coaxed him into massaging the soft mounds. They
yielded under his touch, dancing for his fingers, for him. Jules
swallowed. He rubbed her prominent nipples with his thumbs. She let go of
his hands.

"You can squeeze them a lot harder than that. Not all girls like that, but
I do."

He followed her advice and pinched her nipples between his fingers,
squeezing them and tugging them towards him forcefully. She bit her lip.

"That's better. This ain't so bad, isn't it?"

He nodded. He actually liked doing that to her. He cupped her breasts again
and took the time to appreciate better how they felt. They were wide, a bit
larger than his own hands. He lowered his face to them, and covered one of
the broad areolas with his mouth. He ran his tongue over it; Catherine
cooed in delight. He brought his teeth to the erect nipple, and bit
down. He felt her change, her muscles growing, hazel fuzz covering even her
bare breasts, although not the part he had in his mouth. She dug her nails
in his shoulder, but drew no blood - yet the pain was an electric jolt than
ran down to his own engorged cock. He looked up at her wolf eyes. They were
so hard to read - he could never tell from them how Connie felt, and it was
the same for Cat. The scents that were arising from her though were musky
and sweet, inviting. He stood up. He placed his hands on her round hips; he
hesitated, then he took a step forward, pressing his body against hers.
 His erection came to rest on top of her pubic mound. It was different than
holding Conrad like that; there wasn't another cock to welcome his, but the
crevice had a perfect shape to welcome his manhood. He grabbed her
generous, ample ass cheeks and kneaded them. Catherine reciprocated the
gesture, squeezing his own globes, bringing him into an even tighter
embrace.

"You're getting quite into this", she whispered to his ear.

She took his earlobe between her lips and rubbed the tip of her tongue
against it. He closed his eyes and sighed, wallowing in the warmth of her
body, the perfume of her arousal, and the hot water that splashed their
bodies. He kissed the side of her neck, letting his wet lips trail against
her skin, attempting to make it sensual. She put her hands on his shoulders
and made him kneel in front of her. He was face to face with her pubic bush
and he trembled as the scent seeped into his nostrils; his base, animal
instincts knew that on some level, somehow, she was ready. Cat rubbed the
textured hair on his head, then made him bring his face to her
crotch. Jules had heard of eating pussy before, but he was unsure of how it
was actually done. He brought his fingers to her forest and parted her hair
and the slit of her womanhood, then he stuck his tongue in there, probing
around the area where he guessed her clitoris would be. His knowledge of
female anatomy
 was somewhat untested, garnered from biology textbooks and the little porn
he had seen, although he'd had the chance to explore a bit with Chad, but
then again the boy's hypertrophied clit had been obvious; hers was a
minuscule, hidden thing. She tasted as she smelled, sweet and sour,
tingly. She lifted one of her legs to give him easier access. He began
rubbing the top of her slit with the flat of his tongue, massaging her with
circular motions. She responded by holding his head in place with her firm
grip and pushing back against his mouth.

"That's it, dude, keep at it", she breathed. "Fuck, you're not doing too
bad for a first-timer."

A tinge of pride swelled in the spindly teenager's chest. He placed his
hands on her open thighs and shoved his tongue harder against her horny
sex. He'd show her what he could do - if he could make Conrad into his
bitch, he could have her too. Part of him wish he could transform, like
them, to be more bestial, less wimpy and human. He found it hard to think
with her juices flowing on his tongue. The taste, but more so the scents,
wrapped themselves around his brain. He was eating out a woman. He was
doing it. He moved a couple of his fingers near the center of her pussy,
and felt his way around for her opening. It was not as obvious as he had
expected, despite his previous time with Chad, but it did not take too long
to find a crease of slippery pink flesh that parted for his appendages. She
whimpered. He had to get his tongue out of the way for this, but he began a
thrusting motion with his index and middle fingers.

"Wait. Hold on", Catherine said.

"What? Am I doing something wrong?"

She shook her head.

"Just stand up."

He left his crouching position, but he took the time to suck on her left
nipple a bit on his way up. He was face to face with her Wolf eyes. She
leaned in and kissed him fully on the mouth. She began tonguing him, and he
tongued back. It crossed his mind that this was his first time kissing a
woman. She was probably tasting her pussy juices in his mouth. He grabbed
her round ass and drew her close. He rubbed her tongue with his, applying
all his kissing knowledge he had gleaned from his time with
Connie. Eventually, their mouths parted, with reluctance.

"I want to take your bite", she whispered. "You don't have to if you don't
want it, but I really, really want to do it to you."

He realized that he really, really wanted her to do it too. His previous
hesitation was gone. He wanted to be hers, to be theirs, to belong to the
whole pack. He was sick of the messiness, of the thinking. Maybe they were
right. Maybe it would all be better if they took away what made him human.

He turned his back to her, presenting his shoulder.

"Connie did a number there", she noticed.

"I'm starting to get used to it, frankly."

"I'd say something lame about trying to be gentle, but I hate
clichés. Get ready."

He closed his eyes, bracing for her touch. It was just her lips, a soft
caress, barely a contact, almost the flutter of a butterfly. He whined. It
had not taken more than that for her to be inside him. She brushed the tip
of her nose against his bite next, rubbing tiny circles against it. He
surrendered. It was like she was feeling up all of his insides, the contact
even more intimate than when he had been exploring her pussy. Despite the
lightness of her touch, he knew then what she was - a blood-drenched
predator, a survivor. It did not all make sense, but he glimpsed violence,
brutality. Some of it was done by her, some more was done by others to
beings she had cared about, in her Wolf ways. Catherine wrapped her hands
around Jules' waist, and she nipped at his bite - not to hurt, just to
surprise him a bit. Everything about her felt like a vast tree that had dug
its roots deep. He was losing himself in her in a way that he couldn't with
Chad or
 Conrad. Was it because she was a female? Was it because she had been a
Wolf so much longer than them? The thought of trying to hold back from her
did not even cross his mind. She was swallowing him whole.

Then she let him go. He placed his hands on the cold shower tiles for
balance. His body - which felt alien to him for a moment - was shaking.

"You're okay, dude?"

He nodded. He tried to speak, but it seemed he had forgotten how.

She took hold of his shoulder and turned him around gently. He noticed she
was back to her human disguise.

"I'm sorry", she said. "I'm a hungry, greedy bitch. I want you all."

She wrapped her hand around his thick dick. His cock was throbbing from the
sex things they had done, and from their bonding. She climbed on top of
him, lined up his dickhead with her opening, and lowered herself unto his
manhood. She sighed contently as her cunt ate up his engorged
flesh. Despite his awkward stance, pushed up against the cold wall, it was
the softest, warmest thing Jules had ever experienced. Connie had been a
tightness to be spread apart; Catherine was a softness to be explored. She
began riding him, although they didn't have much leeway for any kind of
fucking motion - her plans to mount him like this, pushed up against a
shower wall, might have been better in theory than in practice. Yet, this
was bliss. She was making the best use of the inch or two of freedom they
had to move her cunt lips up and down along his shaft, and this was enough
to squeeze the familiar, tingly pleasure of sex into his cock. The slow
motion reminded him
 of the way he had of masturbating himself, although his hand was a
mediocre simulacrum of the pussy walls that were now hugging him so
tight. She had muscles in there too - once in a while, he could feel them
tighten around him. She nuzzled his neck, bringing herself as close to him
as she could - as if this was not close enough already.

"This is starting to feel really good", she said. "You like it?"

He made a uh-uh sound in reply. Her tits were rubbing against his chest as
she rocked herself against him. He had thought she had smelled of sex
earlier, but he realized he had been wrong; the scents that were arising
from her now surrounded him as perfectly as her vagina. He was glad at that
moment he was bitten; sex with his old, human senses would have been dull
in comparison. She began to whimper with each of their fucking
motions. Jules' eyesight blurred for a moment. A tingle ran over his body,
and suddenly, he wasn't so sure they were two people any longer. The
boundary where is flesh ended and hers started seemed gone. He was inside
her, he realized; not the way his penis was buried in her, but the way he
had been inside Chad and Connie when he had taken their bite. He was making
her his. He ran his hand along her long, soaked hair that clung to her
backside.

"It's okay", he said. "It's just me."

"I know."

Suddenly, he wanted their positions to be reversed. He wanted to be the one
fucking her. He wanted her to be feeling his strong thrusts. He didn't want
to debase her like he had done when he'd fucked Conrad, but he wanted her
to know what he was like when he was... doing what a man was supposed to do
to a woman.

"Hold on", he said.

He pulled out of her.

"Don't stop!", she yelped

"Just trust me", he added.

He made her switch positions with him, her back to the wall this time. He
leaned in against her, a hand around his cock, making it probe again for
the hole that was desperate to be filled again. He found it, and he slipped
his member into the sex juices and the hungry flesh. Cat flashed him a
naughty smile, and her cunt squeezed him. The teenager wrapped his arms
around her waist, but realized how precarious their balance was. He put his
right hand against the shower wall instead.

"Sorry, this is more tricky than I thought."

She laughed.

"One does not simply have shower sex."

"Is that a reference? Sounds like a Lord of the Rings line."

She drew him closer, pressing him against her tits and the whole of her
body.

"I forgot you didn't know the wonders of Reddit and the Internet. Forget it
and fuck me."

"Okay."

He began pumping inside her, taking care not to pull out too much and slip
out like he had earlier for Conrad. The angle was different, but he managed
the figure out the gist of it - it seemed sex was not rocket science after
all.

"Turn", he told her. "Make yourself feral. I want to fuck the She-Wolf."

She grinned.

"You're getting bold. Looks like Connie thought you a few things."

"I've been figuring out a bunch on my own, lately."

She transformed, and he stared into her amber, inhuman eyes. He began
moving his dick back and forth inside her, not averting his gaze from
hers. Her face quivered. He could tell she was making an effort not to
close her eyes from the pleasure he was giving her. He thrust in deeper and
harder, determined to win this contest. She held her own though. The
metaphysical boundary between the two of them was fading again, and he knew
they were bonding once more, him letting his essence flow through her. His
orgasm was building up though, the result of his vigorous efforts. She
seemed to notice.

"Breathe", she whispered. "Control it. You're more than just a human, you
can do this. Focus on that muscle that makes you shoot, and get it to
relax. Don't you dare finish before your dick makes me come."

He swallowed. He kept his member going, drawing in air through his broad
nostrils. He concentrated as she said, and the tension inside him eased. In
fact, it seemed to spread inside him, filling his cock with an exquisite
sensitivity - and paradoxically taking him further from the edge of
orgasm. He bit his lip, his eyes still locked with hers. He mashed himself
against her, rocking his hips as fast as he could, slapping them against
her open thighs. The end of his cock was hitting the barrier at the bottom
of her vagina; he wondered if it hurt her, but if she was anything like
Connie, it would matter little. He was putting all his strength, all his
manhood into this. Then it happened. She dug her nails into his back,
drawing blood this time. Her pussy clamped down on him - hard. It almost
hurt, and Jules found himself unable to pull out or move his dick in and
out any longer. The cunt muscles held him in place and milked him
mercilessly, and not even
 his no-longer-quite-human control could stop his own orgasm from
overtaking him. He held on tightly to Catherine as he began spraying her
womb with his seed, and the She-Wolf whined softly in his ear. His cock
spurted a few more times and began to tire out, but the grip of Cat's
vagina on his fucktool didn't relent, and she was trembling in his arms. He
remembered Conrad and Chad's lengthy orgasms, how they made the boy Wolves
throb, spurt, come, and quiver for almost a minute. The Haitian teenager
allowed himself to relax against Catherine's body, the young woman still in
the throes of sexual overload. `I made her feel like that', he thought. A
tinge of guilty pride trickled through his chest; he shouldn't be feeling
so good about this. He petted her left breast absentmindedly, and he
allowed himself to enjoy the pulsations that coursed through her taut cunt
muscles. The warm water from the shower drizzled on their bodies. After a
long
 moment, Catherine's sex finally released its grip on Jules' cock, but the
young human made no move to disengage himself.

"You guys have one heck of a good hot water tank", he said, his face next
to hers. "Hot water always runs out after ten minutes at my place."

She chuckled.

"Chad hates it when the hot water runs out too soon when he showers. He
made sure we'd have the hot water tank to end all hot water tanks when he
bought this place."

Jules ran his fingers between strands of her wet hair.

"Is it okay if... I stay inside you a bit longer?"

She nodded, rubbing her cheek against his. They remained still a bit
longer.

"You're a very different guy when you fuck. We heard you with Connie. You
look like you're the shy type, but once you get going..."

"Were we that loud?"

"We have great hearing in the feral form. And yeah, you guys were kind of
loud."

With all the gentleness he could muster, Jules slipped out his still hard
cock from inside her opening. He turned to face the shower stream, and he
let it splash his genitals, washing off the blend of his own semen and her
cunt juices.

"I think it's the bite", he said. "It's like there are... instincts that
take over."

She laughed out loud.

"Bullshit. You're just a horndog who has an excuse to throw a good
fuck. You were great, by the way."

Jules glanced at her sideways.

"Was I?"

"Yeah. For a virgin."

She then slapped his ass, not so hard, but its wetness made it sound a lot
more brutal it had been.

"You know, you're pack now. You can have a go at me whenever you
want. You'll get to do that a lot more."

The teenager felt his cheeks flush.

"If you're done, turn off the water", she said. "I'm gonna step out."

He reached for the faucet and turned it off. She pulled the curtain and
stepped over the edge of the tub. She reached for a cupboard and pulled out
a couple of towels, throwing one to him. She began brushing water off her
body. He imitated her.

"That's... that's quite some muscles you have in there. It was the same
with Chad. I assume it's not like that with a normal woman."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Normal? Fuck off, dude. I'm a perfectly normal werewolf female, with long,
pussy-wrenching orgasms, and well exercised muscles down there."

He lowered his gaze.

"Sorry."

She punched him on the shoulder, much harder than what she'd slapped him
before. He winced.

"Get a sense of humour, it'll improve your survival odds with us. I'm not
really pissed."

Jules rubbed his arm.

"It's hard to know sometimes, with you guys."

She shrugged.

"To answer your question though, we can come for a really long time, even
in the human form, but even more so in the others. And our muscles are much
stronger in the feral form, and far more in the bestial form. That's true
of my cunt too."

"I wouldn't want it in there when you're turned all the way then. That was
already... something."

She leaned in, and planted a peck on his lips.

"You seemed to like it."

"I did. I... I wanna do it again, soon."

He could barely believe he had just told her he wanted more sex. Saying it
out loud - it was something he was unused to.

"Good. But I wouldn't let you stick it in if I'm bestial. Connie can handle
it because he has full werewolf healing, and that boy likes it rough, but
I'd bruise the fuck out of your human dick."

Jules tried to imagine fucking her transformed all the way. He would be a
liar if he pretended he did not love sex with Conrad when he turned into
the monster; it cranked his lover's virility up to 11. The human boy also
liked the more animal side Cat had in the feral form; it made her lust even
more primal. But fucking her while she was seven feet tall and covered in
deep fur just sounded unappealing. He wasn't even sure she would still have
tits; probably not. He liked her tits. He wanted them there if sex was
involved.

As he rubbed his legs with the towel, he pondered this. What did that make
him, that he also loved sex with her, after being with Connie and Chad? His
own lusts had always been a tricky affair to fathom. He had watched
heterosexual porn a number of times, mostly at Hector's place. It had been
a strange experience each time, arousing, but that left him feeling filthy;
he couldn't reconcile himself with the thought that it was right for these
women to be exposed like this, and it felt wrong to enjoy the sights they
offered. At school, no girl had ever caught his eye, and he had never
deluded himself on the odds of one of them wanting him - he had always
ranked low in the social order of the school jungle. There had been boys he
had longed for, obviously - his unrequited love for Hector, and the
fantasies that had haunted him about some other male classmates. Back then,
he had reluctantly assumed that he was gay. It had been a thing he had
denied for a
 long time, convinced it was the result of his father's abuse, a sick
imprint left on him. His involvement with Conrad had injected craziness
into the mix, and Jules had been more preoccupied - to say the least - with
his relationship with a werewolf than the finer points of his
sexuality. Yet despite the madness of it all, Connie had given him
permission to act as if sex with another boy wasn't such a big deal, and
the pleasure the Haitian teenager had obtained from the experience had
seemingly confirmed his idea that he was probably gay. Now, after this
experience with Cat, nothing felt certain again.

Catherine had finished drying off, and she turned to the toilet to pluck
out a length of toilet paper. She wiped her cunt with it, and Jules
realized she was cleaning away what remained of his own semen. She noticed
him staring.

"Sorry, dude. That stuff doesn't just disappear in some kind of black
hole. What goes in must come out."

There was a lump in the boy's throat. He sucked in his lower lip.

"Can I get you... Can we... Can you—"

She laughed.

"I could get pregnant from you. Maybe you just gave me a baby."

His blood drained from his face. She shook her head.

"Chill, chill. I'm just poking fun at you. You should see your face."

He sighed.

"So you can't."

"I can, with either a human or a werewolf. But it won't happen unless I let
it happen. She-Wolves have total control on their wombs - take that,
Conservatives. But you should think about details like that BEFORE you
shoot your wad up a girl's twat though."

"I just assumed that it was okay, since you were letting me do it."

She allowed some tenderness in her eyes. She leaned in and landed a gentle
peck on his lips.

"Hear the grown-up's advice: never make assumptions on shit like
that. That's how boys end up knocking up girls. But yeah, in that case it
was okay. You're cute, but I have no plans on having babies anytime
soon. You don't have to worry with STIs with us either, we're immune to
human diseases."

"Yeah, Connie told me that already."

"Well, he wouldn't have been above bullshitting you just to get to blow his
load in you. But luckily for you, we are really immune."

He wrapped his hands around her waist, and he brought his head to rest on
her shoulder.

"Is he that bad?"

"He likes you. So you'll be fine. But he's a shifty little cunt."

Jules began playing with her long, luxurious hair.

"If... we had a baby, what would happen? Hypothetically. Would he be human?
Or Wolf?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I know it's possible, and I know of She-Wolves
who have had babies with packmates and with human mates. But we haven't
been around that long, so those kids are still really young. They don't
turn, not that young. At least, not to my knowledge."

Catherine petted his short, dark hair, and removed herself from his
embrace.

"You can put your clothes back on if you want, but nobody will mind if you
stay naked. I feel like being in the buff for a while."

Jules nodded, but he slipped his pants back on nonetheless. The thought of
being naked in front of everyone was something for which he wasn't quite
ready, and a single piece of clothing let him keep something, a
boundary. All the bonding had made where he ended and where the pack
started murky, and doing something to preserve his modesty helped him
retain something of his sense of self. Cat remained true to her word
though, and did not bother putting her clothes back on. She walked out of
the bathroom stark naked as if it was the most normal thing in the
world. The modest teenager couldn't help peeking at her ass as she left the
room though. It was a pretty ass, curvy and bouncy-looking, that had a
swagger as she walked. He followed after her, to the couch, where Chad and
Connie were lounging already. The punk boy was still naked, his soft dick
resting between his legs. Cat sat next to him, and gave his manhood an
affectionate squeeze. Chad was
 dressed, and he was rolling what Jules assumed was a marijuana cigarette;
he knew because it smelled like his brother. His female lover picked up the
Playstation controller, and turned her attention to the game, forcing the
knight on the TV screen to leave his comfortable spot around the bonfire.

"Come sit down, Jules", said Conrad. "That couch is big enough for the four
of us, if we squeeze you in a bit."

He crept towards Catherine to the left, and Chad scooted to the right
against the armrest, making room for Haitian boy. Jules joined them,
tucking himself between the two males - three werewolves and a human,
almost, snuggling on a couch.

"She's good, isn't it?", asked Connie.

Jules assumed he wasn't referring to her gaming abilities, although she was
dispatching large man-serpents with some ease in a trap-ridden fortress. He
blushed.

"Yeah, it was good. With you too, it was good", he said, to Chad.

"We're stuck with you now", replied the young man.

"And you're stuck with us", added Connie.

He spun himself around and rested his head and shoulders on Jules' lap,
while bringing his legs up on Cat's, disturbing her concentration.

"Watch it, asshole. Fuck!"

A swinging guillotine blade sliced through her valiant knight, and he fell
off the narrow pathway into a dark chasm. The words "YOU DIED" appeared in
red on the flatscreen monitor.

"You suck", teased Connie.

"And you swallow", replied Cat.

"That I do."

Chad lit up the joint, and took two long drags from it before handing it to
Jules.

"You smoke?"

"No thanks."

"He'll fuck a pack of werewolves but he won't do drugs. Drugs are for
losers", said Connie, taking the joint in Jules' stead.

Jules shrugged.

"Everyone needs a vice, I suppose."

"My Dog, you ARE developing a sense of humour. Two jokes in a day, that
must be a new record."

Chad shook his head.

"I totally understand why you beat the crap out of him, Jules. He makes us
want to do that everyday too."

The human teenager petted Conrad's shaved head.

"He's not so bad once you get to know him."

The three werewolves burst out in raucous laughter.

"You obviously don't know him well enough", said Cat. "You'll learn to hate
him fondly, believe me. He's a complete ass."

"Guilty as charged. I'm a dick", admitted Conrad.

Then they all became silent, passing the joint around and smoking from it,
except for Jules, their attention drawn to the game Cat was playing. There
was something surreal to the situation, with them hanging out like this,
the way a normal group of friends would hang out - except for the
nakedness, probably. It should have been frightening. They were
killers. But it was warm. It was welcoming. It was loving, even. Jules
allowed himself to bask in the comfort and the heat of the bodies that
framed him, naked Cat to his right, naked Connie lying on top of him, and
Chad - dressed but relaxed - to his left. He drew in a deep breath, and
released it, allowing himself to bring his guard down. They belonged with
each other, and he was a part of this too. Was this what it felt like to
have a family, a home? To have friends who didn't care about how messed up
you were, because they were messed up too?

He thought of Hector. Things were not right with Hector and their
friendship. But they were still friends, and his friend needed his help
more than he ever had. Jules and the pack were all bonded now. They were
inside him, and he was inside them. Hesitation still held back the Haitian
teenager from bringing up his friend - the true reason he had sought Conrad
again. But if there was a time to speak up, it was now. He gathered his
courage, and opened his mouth.

"There's something—"

Suddenly Connie, still on top of Jules and Cat, winced and clutched his
naked belly.

"Fuck", he breathed.

A cold-hot feeling ran through the entire pack, through Jules also. Things
slowed, a bit as they had when the skinheads had accosted him and his
brother, or when he had been Catherine and Chad's prisoner, but this was
different. There was an edge to this, a need. The atmosphere, the scents
even, had changed, and Conrad was at the centre of it.

"Are you alright?", asked Jules. "What's wrong?"

Catherine looked at the Wolf teenager with concern. Chad stood up in a
brusque move.

"Are you fucking kidding me? We hunted just three days ago! We hunted too
when we got here last week, even though it was early for us to get hungry!"

"I'm sorry", said Connie, almost in a lament. "I don't know what's wrong
with me. I'm starving again."

"What's wrong?", repeated Jules, anxiety creeping into his voice.

The question was a useless one, words that he had uttered more out of the
sense of panic that was setting on him than anything else. The brief
conversation had been more than enough to illuminate the human boy as to
what was going on. He didn't want it to be real. He didn't want the others
to confirm him. But he felt the need too, thick, crimson.

"He's hungry", said Catherine. "He needs the Flesh."

`The Flesh.' The words echoed in Jules' head. He struggled to find his
breath. Reality had come back, on a massive collision course with him.

"We need to hunt", declared Chad. "Tonight."

TO BE CONTINUED