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College Magic Cycle

· My Roommate the Alchemist (concluded)

· Wishcraft (concluded)

· Alchemy and Songcraft

· Magery

· Elf Master

· The Pack

· Tales of Severan

Other Stories

· Small Town Slave Boys

· Jack and the Giant

· Sacred Submissives

· Bellus Cinaedus

· Guardian Angel

· Eros in Arcadia

· Nivean and the Dvergar

· Desert Heat

· Constituent Services

· The Dancing Princes 

The Pack Chapter 12

Sunday

Simon

I was up with the dawn and in the shower before Xav even stirred. The ritual last night had been exhausting and I shouldn't be as rested as I was, but my wolf spirit was excited now that it had manifested for the first time. I doubted I'd get a lot of sleep for a few days, maybe not until after the full moon. When I got out of the shower, Xav was finally awake. He didn't look tired at all, but he never looked tired. I suspected he could live off nothing but emanations from the spirit world.

"You're up early," he said.

I nodded and stepped aside for him to enter the bathroom. "I need to get back to campus as soon as possible. I have to check on Kyle."

He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Alright. I can run you back. I want to talk to some of the betas before our meeting this evening at Wolf House."

"Um... I may not be able to make it tonight. Kyle was really in crisis last night," I explained.

Xav was shaking his head. "Sorry. I know how important Kyle is to you. You can spend all day with him, but you need to be at the Alpha Council meeting tonight."

"Didn't we just have a meeting?"

He laughed. "That was a special meeting. This is the first regular meeting since your wolf spirit has manifested. You're being presented to the alphas ahead of next week's Pack Gather. You can't just set aside your obligations."

"Shit!" I knew he was right. I had obligations to the pack, ones I couldn't ignore for any reason. The entire pack system was based on mutual obligation. "I'll get dressed and wait for you."

I was so concerned with Kyle that I didn't stop to wonder why there was no one there on a Sunday morning. From everything I'd heard that was one of the busiest days at Spirit House. I was looking in the refrigerator for something to eat before heading back to campus. I was pulling things out when a thought occurred to me. I'd been planning on picking up some sandwiches at the Student Union for a picnic, but the food here was from the Marriott. I pulled out some smaller containers and packed a few hard-boiled eggs. Then I took out some leftover steak and sliced it thin. Even though Kyle was watching his carbs, I knew he needed something besides protein. Instead of bread, I grabbed some grapes and some grape tomatoes. I finished it off by filling a large thermos with iced tea and I squeezed a lemon into it.

When I turned around, Xav was standing there smiling. "That's called the alpha wolf diet, full of protein and very low in carbs. Let's get that packed neatly in a backpack for you and I'll go get a blanket. You don't want to get twigs stuck in your ass. Trust me. It's bad enough when you're in wolf form."

Damn Xav knew me well, better than I knew myself sometimes. And he was an excellent mentor, and friend. He was a careful driver, which really annoyed me because I was in a hurry to get back, but he pulled into the parking lot of Baylor Hall at 8:15 a.m. I had time to run upstairs and put my stuff away and run back down to stand on the curb like a nervous schoolboy waiting for his date. Xav had already gone inside the building, but I didn't know where he was. He hadn't gone to see Drew. I knew that because Drew was still asleep in our room and Xav was nowhere in sight.

When Kyle pulled up, I actually got butterflies in my stomach. He wasted no time. He jumped out of the truck and ran over to me. He dropped his bag and put one hand on my shoulder. He didn't look like he was suffering. He had a boyish smile on his face that made the butterflies grow much more active. I threw both arms around him and pulled him into a close hug.

I squeezed him tight and said, "I'm sorry I couldn't come over last night and talk. What I was doing was important, not more important than you, but... I couldn't get away. We were in the middle of a ritual."

He squeezed me back even harder. "Hey, it was fine. Everything turned out ok in the end. I was just... how did you know what happened?"

I stepped to one side and put my hand on his shoulder as we walked into the building. I told him, "Your friend, Philip, called me and told me what happened. I knew something like this was going to happen. It was just a matter of time, and I'd promised you I would be there to help you through it. It was the one thing that I said I would do. I'm really sorry."

It was true. I had watched Kyle's mental state deteriorate over the last couple of weeks. It had gotten better for a time after I'd managed to get him and Kieran together, but he really wasn't in a good place. He needed help, much more help than I knew how to give.

And then Kyle tried to help me feel better. He read how distraught I was. It was written all over my face. "You can stop that now. I'm fine. You would have been there if you could."

He was so understanding of my feelings, especially when you consider that I hadn't been there when he needed me. He was too kind to me. It was one of the reasons I loved him - liked him. I had to correct myself. And I was determined to keep correcting myself. I couldn't be in love with Kyle. It would make our already complicated relationship even more confusing.

"So, don't forget that we're going for a run and then a picnic in the woods. I'll text Nico and remind him that he said it was okay."

He gave me a thumbs up sign and said, "Oh, I haven't forgotten. I've been looking forward to it!"

We parted ways on the third floor. He went back to the asshole who'd enslaved him, and I went back to my room. Drew was sitting up and rubbing his eyes while I put my stuff down and checked on the other bag I had in the drawer under my bed. I didn't open it enough for Drew to see what I had because I knew he would not like what I was planning. I had a steel trench knife, two smaller steel daggers, a bag of iron nails and another bag of iron filings. I'd been trying to find a way to trick the elf or to find a bargaining point, but Kyle didn't have time for that. I'd already come to that conclusion before last night, but now I was surer than ever. I was going to kill Domenic Chase next weekend, even if it cost me my life. I'd even handwritten a letter, addressed to Sebastian, claiming sole responsibility, because I was working against the express orders of my pack.

 

Darren

I'd set my alarm for 8:00 a.m. on Sunday, hoping I could slip out of the room without Benjy, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. As soon as I moved, the boy was awake. And as soon as he was awake, his hands moved to my dick. He was insatiable. I had to move his hands away so I could sit up.

Benjy threw his arms around my neck from behind. "Can I please ride your cock for you this morning, Daddy?"

I patted his hand. "Daddy has to get some exercise this morning, baby."

Predictably, he tightened his grip and said, "I know how we can exercise this morning, Daddy."

I stood up, Benjy still clinging to my back. I grabbed him and flipped him over my shoulder so I could hold him in my arms. "I need real exercise to keep my wolf spirit happy."

He rubbed his smooth cheek against my scruffy beard. "Can my wolf exercise with your wolf?"

How could I say no to that? I wanted to, not because I didn't like spending time with Benjy but because his presence would distract me from being serious about this new exercise plan I was trying to implement. I had decided that I was too fat and too out of shape. Benjy deserved a lover who looked better naked. I was never going to be as trim as Drew, Hugh, Aidan, or any of the other powerfully built wolves. I was stronger than any of them, but my body was just different from theirs.

I walked into the bathroom and put Benjy down so I could piss. He grabbed my dick with his soft hands and said, "I'll hold it for you, Daddy."

It was weird and yet strangely arousing to have my little guy holding onto me while I performed such a basic function. I reminded him to wash his hands while I washed mine and then he said, "Oops!" and jumped back over to the toilet to empty his own bladder. He was getting better thanks to his Ritalin and his sessions with Xav, but he still sometimes forgot to take care of things like eating and urinating until his need grew so great that it was sad and comical at the same time. Simon told me that he still sometimes jumped up and ran out of Spanish class at breakneck speed so he could get to the bathroom on time.

Benjy was taking a while in the bathroom, so I took the chance to look at myself in the mirror. I was six feet tall, with a very solid build. I had what the internet called an oval body shape, but most people called it a dad bod. My extra weight was mostly in my gut, which I had to admit wasn't as big as I sometimes made it out to be, my hips and my thighs. If I was anything like my male relatives, I knew that I would look like a thick rectangle if I lost the extra 40 pounds or so. It was difficult for me to tell exactly because none of the normal charts worked for me. I probably had almost as much muscle as Kyle does these days. You just couldn't see it under the softer layer of fat.

I had light brown hair, almost blond, and fair skin with just a few darker freckles. I was also hairier than the other guys. Of course, Drew "manscaped" and Zeno shaved, so that only left Simon, who was naturally very smooth, and Aidan. It was strange to me that Aidan, punk that he was, looked more manly to me than my own pack leader, but... what could I say?

I kept my hair shaggy on top and shaved on the sides. I was able to save money because that was Meghan's hairstyle too. She did mine and I did hers. I used to wear a sort of bushy beard, but I couldn't trim it neatly, so I was now trimming it to three millimeters a couple of times a week. My abs were hairy, but not to the same extent as my chest. It was a forest up there. And in the pack, only Lew Muller had more hair on his arms and legs.

I didn't think I looked bad, but then again, I probably wouldn't fuck me. I liked my boys small and thin. Did it make me a hypocrite that I was a bear who preferred twinks? I mean I wouldn't kick Aidan or Drew out of bed, unless one of the little twinks wanted to crawl in, or maybe Zeno. But I'd never been attracted to another bear.

Zeno was more muscular than I usually preferred in my boys, but that smooth ass of his was amazing. I had to smile to myself as I remembered those nights he'd spent in my bed. I was just a freshman when we booted Cromwell out of the pack and Drew was busily establishing himself and Dawn as the male and female leaders, so he was spending most of his time with her.

I shook my head to get my mind back in the present, and I started to get dressed. I was wondering what was taking Benjy so long, but then he came into the room just as I was pulling my sweatshirt over my meaty torso. He started getting dressed as well. He was going fast, like he was afraid I was going to leave him behind.

I hadn't actually told him "Yes", but Benjy seldom took "no" for an answer anyway. He wasn't a compliant little submissive like Kieran; he was stubborn when it came to getting what he wants.

My boy was dressed and ready to go before I finished tying my shoes. I'd dressed for the chill that was beginning to creep into the mornings, but he was wearing a tee shirt that said, "Daddy's Boy" and a pair of shorts that barely covered his legs. When I stood up and grabbed my keys, he wrapped his arms around me, and we walked out of the building that way.

The first exercise station was stretches. I couldn't reach the ground on forward stretches, but Benjy was really agile. I knew that I could basically tie him into a pretzel when we were wrestling around, but I had no idea he bent like that on his own. And it turned out I was right. Exercising with Benjy was distracting. Seeing him bend and contort like that made it very difficult to concentrate on exercise. His slender legs were on display. They weren't soft or flabby. Benjy was covered with wiry muscles, and I could clearly see every one of them in his legs. And when he bent over, I could see the kiddie briefs he liked to wear. That played into his fantasies more than mine. In fact, they made me feel a little like a cradle robber, but they were cute on him, and sexy in a way that also disturbed me a little.

With Benjy, it often looked like he was doing things like this out of pure innocence, but I was coming to believe that was almost never true. I was sure he knew exactly what he was doing when he stretched like that in front of me. He was teasing me, trying to get me so aroused I would fuck him now instead of later. He was sexy and he knew it. I could spank him for trying to distract me, but he'd like it. Hell, he'd probably like it if I stripped his pants off and fucked him right here out in the open.

The health trail was set up as a series of stations, each with a different exercise. The idea was that you started at a set point and then did the loop, jogging between stations. Luckily for us station 1 was right outside Baylor Hall. Stations 1 and 7 were the same, stretches. I jogged the trail, but Benjy ran it, not in a straight line, but he'd get ahead of me and then run back, and then run in circles around me before running off ahead.

At one point, a guy almost my size jogged next to me and shook his head. "That boy is a fucking spaz!"

I restrained myself. I didn't push him off the track. I didn't punch him in his smirking face. I didn't let my claws out and spill his guts on the trail. I was proud of myself. I gave him a little growl that made him wet his pants instead. "That boy is mine."

After that, we were alone until we got to the halfway point. Since the designers of the trail knew that some users would only run it halfway, they included another stretch station at the far end near the Athletes' dorm and the fields. Benjy and I left the health trail at that point to follow a different path to the woods. I planned to run the two-mile forest trail this morning. I would work my way up to the five-mile trail. But when we'd gone halfway and we'd arrived at the point where the two trails split, Benjy ran up onto the longer trail.

"Daddy," he said with a questioning tone in his voice, "do you know about the side trail up ahead? The ones that the guys talk about... the one that leads to the... um... special spot?"

I knew exactly what he was referring to. There was a clearing we called "The Fuck Spot". Lots of guys used it to... you know, fuck. I'd been trying to concentrate on exercise, but seeing Benjy's little round butt in those shorts while he ran ahead of me had given me an erection that was making the run more difficult.

Benjy was smiling at me. "Can we go to that trail? Please, Daddy."

I ran up to him and grabbed him around the waist. Then I slung him over my shoulder and said, "After the way you've been shaking that butt of yours all morning, hell yeah we're going to take that trail."

Benjy was hanging upside down over my back, but he managed to wrap his arms around my torso anyway. "Thank you, Daddy."

The trail led to a clearing that looked as if it had been designed for it. The trees and bushes shielded it from sight of the main trail, and the ground was covered in soft moss. The surrounding trees remained green all year, since they were holly. Those who were less vulgar in their speech sometimes called it "The Holly Grove".

I set Benjy down on his feet and then drew him in for a kiss. His mouth was sweet with mint, so he must have brushed his teeth before leaving the room, which was more than I had done. Poor kid. He had to deal with my morning breath. But he didn't complain. Whenever we kissed, he grasped my body like a drowning man holding onto a life buoy, and my mouth like a baby latching onto a bottle.

I pulled him down onto the mossy ground and we continued to kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and my hand under his tee shirt to feel his chest. He was coated in sweat, just not so heavily as me. Benjy's hand moved down to fondle my erection through my gray sweats, and I moved mine to cup his smooth ass. I stuck a finger inside him.

"Mm. Fuck me with your finger Daddy! Fuck me harder!"

Suddenly he jumped and said, "Ouch! A stick is poking my butt."

I rolled over so he was sitting on my belly, and I brushed the tiny twigs that were stuck to his bottom. "We're limited this morning because we didn't have time to get you cleaned up back here."

He shook his head and smiled down at me. "No, we're not, Daddy. I got up and cleaned myself out before you woke up. I was going to suck you awake but I fell back asleep."

Most people would understand him when he said, "suck you awake", but some of the other Benjy-isms would leave them confused, like "suck you happy" for cheering me up, "suck you hard" for using his mouth to get me hard enough to fuck him, and "suck you calm" for relaxing me with a blowjob. Most of Benjy's solutions to problems involved sucking my dick.

I thrust my hand inside his shorts and rubbed his little hole again, making him wiggle. "You're a very thoughtful boy."

Then I took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him, leaving his smooth torso visible in the dappled sunlight. His shorts and undies were next. He looked younger than he was with his small hairless penis, but he wasn't soft like a child; he had wiry muscles on his slender body. In the past I'd always gone for guys with just a light dusting of hair, perhaps trimmed to show their submissiveness, but Benjy had his own ideas. In his mind, boys were hairless, and men were hairy. It was easier to let him have his way even before he'd had the elf magic all his body hair away.

I ran my hands over his smooth skin. It was amazing how sexy it felt under my hands. Visually, I would have preferred him to look his age, but the pure sensuality of touching his soft skin sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my dick. I took hold of his small penis with two fingers and a thumb and stroked it a couple of times.

He giggled and pulled my hand away, moving it to his butt. Like I said, he had his own ideas, and he was stubborn as hell. I took hold of his thighs and squeezed them. "What do you want this morning?"

He sighed and replied, "I want to suck your big daddy dick and then I want you to hold me down and fuck me hard."

"Well, if you suck my dick, you may have to wait until we get back to the room before I can fuck you."

He pulled my sweatshirt off and then rubbed his soft hands across my belly, caressing it like he was in love. Then he bent down and kissed the sweaty area between my pecs. I had my arms stretched out and I caught a whiff of myself. "Sorry about that, baby boy. I stink this morning."

He kissed his way down my belly, but he paused long enough to respond. "Don't be sorry, Daddy. I love the way you smell. Sometimes when I'm in the room alone, I pull your dirty shirts out of the hamper and just sit and smell them."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I remained silent. But Benjy didn't seem to need a response. He kissed his way lower and lower until his head was disappearing behind my gut. Okay, it wasn't as big as I made it sound, but it was big.

When Benjy's lips touched the shaft of my cock, sparks shot up my spine. I bent my knees and spread my legs to give him plenty of room to work. He kissed and licked the whole of my shaft, then he licked my hairy nuts until I was leaking a constant stream of precum. And then he swallowed the head and sucked it gently. He bounced his head up and down on my cock, using his tongue to tease me until he brought me to the edge. The boy could swallow my cock because it wasn't a monster like some of those I'd seen. And he was good at it. He hardly ever gagged.

He was attuned to my body well enough to know that I was close. But I was vocal enough that he didn't have to guess. I ran my fingers through his dark curly hair and growled, "Fuck yeah, Benjy. You're a good boy. Suck Daddy's cock. YEAH. GODDAM THAT FEELS GOOD! SUCK IT GOOD BABY. HERE IT COMES! SWALLOW MY FUCKING ALPHA CUM!"

And then I howled, a deep sound that rang throughout the woods. Benjy concentrated on the head of my dick while I shot volley after volley of my spunk right into his mouth. He was like a little sex demon the way he ran his tongue across the sensitive head the entire time I was shooting.

When I finished, Benjy opened his mouth to show me the spunk coating his tongue. He swirled it around and then swallowed it. I grabbed him and pulled him down on top of me so I could kiss him. His hard little cock was pressing into my belly, leaking like a hose. I used one finger to press against his boy hole and rub it.

Benjy whined and spread his legs further apart than I'd ever be able to do. "Mm. That feels so good, Daddy. Stick your finger inside me."

I could tell from the way his little dick was throbbing that he was close to orgasm. It never ceased to amaze me that he could get so excited from sucking dick that he almost came. I pressed my finger inside his hole. It was already slimy and ready because he'd prepared this morning before I woke. I didn't have to finger him for long before his whole body stiffened and made whiny little whimpering noises while his load oozed out of him. His tight hole clamped down on my fingers and seemed to quiver and tremble while he came.

"Thank you, Daddy," he cried. And then he scooted down to lick his spunk off my belly.

When he climbed back up to me and kissed me, he had a wicked gleam in his eyes and a mouthful of cum. I hugged him tightly and greedily sucked his cum out of his mouth. Then we lay there breathing heavily for a while.

"Let me ask you a question, Benjy. Do you think our pack should go back to having mounting ceremonies?"

The question had been floating around for a few days among the alphas. Drew had begun to second guess his decision to end them. He'd done it because Cromwell and his cronies had used them to demean the betas and keep them "in their place". Now he was considering reinstating them in some way. If I knew Drew, he wouldn't make a public spectacle out of it by beginning the Pack Gathers that way.

Benjy perked up. "Yes! I never got a chance back in my old pack. Lalo did, but I didn't, so I never... I never really thought I belonged in the same way he did. Now I can belong to this pack!"

That answer didn't surprise me. I'd thought at the time that it was one reform too far. For the last eighteen months, pack cohesion had suffered. And in these dangerous times, we needed cohesion more than ever.

I tousled his hair and said playfully, "You're just thinking of Drew, aren't you?"

He ran his fingers through my chest hair and sighed. "I want to be accepted by the pack, so I want to be with all the alphas just once, but Drew is too skinny for me to want him all the time."

That thought made me laugh. "Drew isn't skinny. He's a well-built jock with solid muscles."

"He's handsome, but he looks like a skinny boy to me. A real man should be thicker. You're a lot more manly than he is. None of the other alphas look like real men. Just you."

"Are you saying that I am the only real man among the alphas?"

He gave me a worried look "Please don't tell them I said that. I mean they growl like alphas, and they smell like alphas, but none of them look like alphas to me. Drew cuts his body hair real short and Zeno shaves his off. And all of them are muscular – even Simon is getting muscular – but I like your muscles. I can feel them, but you're also warm and soft. I think sleeping on Drew like I sleep on you would be like sleeping on a rock."

He ran his hands down my broad chest and belly. "This is what I like. When I sleep next to you, I don't just know that I'm safe. I feel it deep inside. My wolf knows it too."

We lay there for a while. His words had made me feel better about myself. I kissed his cheek and said, "You know that my belly is going to shrink because I'm exercising."

He sat up and played it like a drum. "That's okay. You're not like those other guys. I don't care how big it is, just so long as your arms and your chest still feel like cushions. If you start getting all hard and uncomfortable, I'm going to make you eat more."

It was funny because his belly rumbled right then. He hadn't eaten since dinner last night. I didn't make him take his medicine on the weekends, so I usually let his eating slide as well. He deserved some autonomy.

We got up and started getting dressed. I gave Benjy a big hug and said, "I don't deserve you."

He sighed. "I know, but you try really hard, Daddy."

I grabbed him around the waist and turned his butt up to smack it playfully a few times. "Keep up your sass, little guy."

Benjy chimed in. "And you'll have to beat my butt for real, and not just play with it like you know I like!"

Every time. I'd said it to him once in seriousness, and now he repeated it back to me every chance he got. I set him back down and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Benjy."

He grabbed my arm and wrapped it around his waist. "I love you too, Big Daddy."

I wasn't too sure I approved of that nickname. I'd have to think about it. I changed the subject. "You've been a little less squirrely this weekend without your meds."

He'd still been bouncing off the walls at times, but he had been better than last weekend. He sighed and said, "Xav is teaching my wolf spirit how to keep me calm and regulated." He said that last phrase like he was repeating it word for word.

"Is it working?"

He nodded. "Sometimes. When my brain starts racing and jumping from point to point, my wolf spirit kind of joins with me and helps me to focus. It's not quite as good as the meds, but Xav says it will be if I practice enough and give it time to learn."

He reached back to rub my cock through my sweats. "And it's not as good as having your cock inside me. Sometimes, when we do it, all the other stuff in my head goes away and my thoughts are clear. I suppose that's what other people's brains are like all the time, but mine's not like that. The drugs make me feel fuzzy and they upset my stomach, but at least I can concentrate, and I can stop doing things all the time that make everyone get annoyed and hate me."

I turned him around and saw that his eyes had gotten moist. Sometimes I forgot how hard it was for him just to walk out the front door and go to his classes. The fact that he was earning mostly Cs wasn't a failure on his part; it was almost a miracle.

I kissed him again and rubbed his butt until the tears went away. Then I said, "We're going back to the room and I'm going to give your butt the fucking it's craving. And we can even do it before breakfast if you want."

That made him smile. Benjy would skip every meal if I'd let him. I was going to make him eat an entire breakfast after I fucked him. He'd probably be in the mood to be cooperative at that point.

 

Simon

I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I looked like crap. I hadn't let myself go like this in a long time. Even if Kyle and I were just going to be exercising and having a little picnic, I wanted to look my best. While I was spraying down my hair and brushing it back into some small semblance of order, Drew got out of bed and started gathering his toiletries.

"You're up early," he said.

"My wolf has me raring to go this morning, despite the late night."

"Do you want to do breakfast after I get out of the shower?"

I shook my head. "Kyle's coming over and we're going to run in the woods and have lunch there."

Drew rolled his eyes and sighed.

I'd had enough of that. I turned and poked him with my hairbrush. "Stop it. Pack or no, you don't get to be like that about Kyle. Everyone on this whole fucking campus thinks he's a piece of shit who deserves to be enslaved by that fucking elf!"

Kyle pushed the brush away and said, "Maybe he does after what he did."

"Oh no you did not just stand there and tell a black man that someone deserves to be enslaved. That is some serious white privilege speaking there. And have you even bothered to talk to him? He looks like he's older than any of us, except maybe for Darren, but he's not! He's about the same age as I am. He's just a kid inside that... hot fucking body! He's scared and he's confused. He was emotionally abused the whole time he was growing up."

Drew threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay..."

I wasn't about to be mollified that easily. "It is not fucking okay. Did you know that his own brother made a trip here to campus, not to check up on him, but to tell him that he was a fucking faggot – and to rape him before almost killing him!"

"No, I didn't know."

"Well, I wouldn't have known either if Oliver hadn't come and told me. And I've been walking around pretending I didn't know because he didn't feel safe telling me about it. I have no idea why he told Oliver and not me, but you know what? Instead of getting mad over it, I decided that it wasn't about me. I was just glad that he'd said something to someone. He's going to hurt himself if this situation doesn't change, and no one seems to care about him. He's not in the pack, so you don't care. He's not a mage, so Sebastian doesn't care. It's just me and Oliver apparently who give a good goddamn whether he lives or dies."

Drew took hold of my shoulders and started to say something. But I guess he decided to just shut up and pulled me into a hug. He held me there until my body stopped shaking. Then he said, "I'm sorry. I'll do better."

I was still mad at him, but not so much as before. While he was showering, I got my exercise clothes on. Drew had come back and was brushing his hair, and I was tying my shoes when he knocked, so I yelled for him to come in. When he did, I was stunned.

Kyle had somehow managed to drastically change his appearance in the last hour. He'd always been hot, but now all those extra little pockets of fat he hadn't been able to get rid of were gone. His body was like a work of art, and it was really on display this morning. He wore tiny black shorts that hugged his ass and left nothing to the imagination. Above those shorts, I could see the waistband of a jock with the logo "Hot Bottom" embroidered on it in pink floss. His shirt was a transparent pink mesh with no sleeves that hung loose on his frame, but let you see the sculpted muscle beneath it.

The only adornment he wore, aside from a fanny pack, was a bracelet made of woven leather straps braided together with polished stone beads in it. I couldn't help but stare at him when he came in. My particular fantasies had always run to powerfully muscled jocks. I didn't get them because they always wanted to fuck me, while I was interested in getting inside their tight round asses. Kyle couldn't have been closer to a wet dream fantasy of mine if he'd tried. In fact, in the past I may have dreamed about someone who looked exactly the way he looked right now.

Drew looked over at me and said, "Simon, could you leave us alone for a minute? Go check on Lalo and make sure he knows we're getting together at Wolf House tonight."

"Isn't it just for the alphas?" I asked, my mind distracted by the raw sexual thoughts running through my mind.

"The Beta Gather is optional, and Lalo needs to make sure he makes it. He's dating a mage now, and he needs to make it clear he's still one of us."

I laughed. "Are you afraid everyone will think he's somehow abandoned his wolf and became a mage's lapdog?"

Drew turned around and leaned back against his dresser. "It's serious, Simon. The betas are kind of stuck in their ways. They don't like change and they don't like the idea of a mage..." he shrugged "...fucking a wolf, not to put too fine a spin on it. If he misses it, he could have trouble."

I shook my head. "Fucking betas! Any other advice for him?"

"Tell him to mark Oliver with his scent and walk him around campus for the betas to get a whiff."

I laughed and grabbed my phone. Before heading out, I said, "Don't be mean to Kyle while I'm gone."

I knew it wasn't going to do any good. Lalo had already told me that he was going to have dinner with Oliver's cousin and that he was nervous about it and afraid to mess it up. I found him outside on the quad. I pried him away from his boyfriend for a moment and gave him the news, but it went about as well as I suspected it would. He wasn't going to Wolf House. I told him to have fun and then gave him a mission to report back to me what Leo Wu and his fiancée were like. Nothing like spying, just a threat assessment. I didn't really care, but it would let me spread the word around that Lalo was on business for an alpha this evening. I knew that Darren and Drew would back me up.

Then I went back to the room to retrieve Kyle. He seemed to be in an okay place, so I grabbed my backpack. On my way out the door, Drew pointed at Kyle's back, then gave me a quick smile and a thumbs up symbol.

When we got outside Kyle said, "So, do you want to maybe hit the first seven stations before we start running for real?"

Did I ever? I loved exercising with Kyle. His body was amazing, and when he worked out, it was quite a sight. It didn't matter whether he was stretching, doing sit ups, pullups, pushups or just jogging. Over the last couple weeks, I'd noticed that other students were joining us for our exercises. We were up to about half a dozen, mostly guys but there were two girls who never seemed to do anything but jog in place with their cell phones out. I was sure that they were taking videos of Kyle.

Of course, I said yes. By the time we got to station seven, another stretching station, I was so hard that it was almost painful. I wore a cup today because I knew this was going to happen, so it was less visible than it could have been.

After that last stretch, I had to ask, "You look fine this morning, Kyle. Have you done something special?"

He shook his head. "No. I haven't done anything. This morning, my master said that I'd done a good job, but the remaining fat pockets were too hard to lose, so he did something and they just... disappeared. It took some time. That's why I was late."

I had no filter this morning. I said, "Well, it looks good. Can I touch your muscles?"

He struck a power pose, tightening his core muscles and flexing his arms and legs. I was grinning like an idiot as I squeezed them. "These have always felt nice, but I want to feel the places where you used to have those pesky areas of fat."

"Go ahead," he said.

I held my breath and then ran my hands over his amazingly hard and flat stomach. Then I felt the innermost part of his thigh with my cold and trembling hands. I let the back of my knuckles graze his slowly swelling cock. I said, "This feels really nice. Strong, firm and healthy."

I was talking about his thigh, but it was equally true of his cock. I jerked my hand away. "No more fatty softness anywhere."

I moved behind him and ran a finger along that curve at the very bottom of his buttocks. "You used to have a little fat here that obscured the plane of the muscle. Now it looks firm and smooth."

He bent over just a bit, tightening his ass and thrusting it back to make it stand out more. "And now?"

It was like I was in a dream and my body was running automatically. I knew it was a mistake, but I did it anyway. I ran my hands across both buttocks and then slid them up the sides of his shorts, stroking his firm cheeks.

I jumped back as if I'd been burned. I managed a weak chuckle. "I'd say no homo, but I've got to be me. We should probably run now before anyone gets the wrong idea and thinks we're more than friends."

He stood up tall and laughed. "Yeah. We wouldn't want anyone to get ideas."

We took off running toward the trail head in silence. I couldn't believe that I had crossed that line with Kyle. He trusted me and I was mentoring him. I couldn't take advantage of him while he was in this state. And I had no idea what was going through his mind right now. I'd perved on him when we were roommates. Then he'd attacked me. Okay. I'd forgiven him for that. But when he'd first tried to apologize, I'd thrown it back in his face and told him that there would never be anything between us. And now I was drooling all over him.

We ran for a while, and I was surprised that a big guy like Kyle could run so fast. Even with my wolf spirit pushing me on, we were neck and neck. We weren't alone on the trail. There were a few others, but none of them were people I knew, until I saw Darren running our way. He was sweating profusely, and his belly was bouncing. And Benjy was running around him and talking almost non-stop, his shoulder length curly hair was bouncing with each step. When he saw me, he came running my way.

"Simon! We went running on the long trail. There's a clearing up there and we took a break." His voice grew lower. "It was a sexy break. Daddy was fucking me hard on the mossy ground, but I got a root poking into my back, so he laid down and let me bounce up and..."

Darren had an exasperated look on his face as he grabbed his little guy and held him tight against his chest with one hand over his mouth. He shook his head and gave a half growl-half laugh. "I love this boy to death, but he has no filter on his mouth."

He pulled Benjy up and over his shoulder so he could spank his butt. "And. He. Doesn't. Understand. That. Not. Everything. We. Do. Is. Everyone. Else's. Business."

Benjy was laughing and faking a cry. "I'm sorry, Daddy! Now you have to take me back to our room and spank me hard and not just play with my butt like you know I like!"

Darren heaved a heavy sigh and he put his smaller boyfriend on his shoulders. "What am I going to do with this boy, Simon? He's insatiable."

Then he went running up the trail with Benjy still on his back. Kyle and I started running again. I tried explaining Benjy to Kyle, but he was a difficult subject. We ran harder today, probably because my wolf was bolstering me. There was only one place where we could remain unseen from the trail, and I knew we could get some privacy. There was a beautiful little clearing just northwest of the long trail. It was a perfect spot for private meetings. I'd never been there myself, but I'd heard about it from some of the betas. They used it to hook up, but I just needed someplace where Kyle and I could be alone for a while without attracting an audience taking videos of him. And my wolf spirit seemed happy when I picked this place.

We pushed our way through the bushes into the clearing. Kyle looked around and smiled. "Is this the place where Darren and Benjy had sex?"

I put down my bag and started pulling the containers I packed earlier out. "It's also the best place to picnic without being observed, so... we'll have to be glad that they already left before we got here. From what I heard, no one can get into this grove when it's already occupied."

Kyle jumped in to help me get set up. We spread the blanket out and then we opened the food. "Hard boiled eggs, thinly sliced steak, grape tomatoes, grapes, and a thermos full of iced tea with lemon and no sugar. Just what a mostly carb free muscle boy like you needs."

I motioned for him to join me, then I ran a hand over his flat belly. "I asked Xav what you could eat on a low carb diet, and he gave me these things. He called it the alpha wolf diet. Since our wolf spirits are so close to the surface compared to the betas, we need to keep them happy. They don't like carbs either, so if we share a pizza, it will have to be during the waning moon."

Kyle always seemed interested in any little tidbit of pack lore I let slip. He asked, "Your wolf spirit tells you what to do then? It controls what you eat and who you... um... spend time with?"

He wasn't too far off, but he wasn't completely right either. I explained. "The wolf spirit guides us. It's not good for our human spirits and our wolf spirits to be in contention. It's best if we can come to an agreement. When the wolf spirit is stronger, we tend to allow it more influence, and when it's weaker, we tend to do the things it doesn't like."

He gave me that smile of his that made the dimples appear in his cheeks. "I'm glad your wolf spirit likes me then."

"Me too," I replied.

But I wasn't sure that was true. I had a feeling that my wolf spirit didn't approve of Kyle, but at the same time, it was pushing me to bring him here. I'd barely remembered that Hugh had told me about this place until I was trying to figure out where to picnic. My wolf had pushed the memory of this place to the front of my mind. And it had signaled its approval whenever I thought of bringing him here.

We sat there, enjoying the food. Time flew by much faster than I wanted it to. I could have spent all day in that cool, sun-dappled clearing. When we finished, I lay down flat on my stomach and said, "You didn't hold back today. I think I may have a little cramp in my right thigh. Do you think you can give me some help with it."

I wasn't lying. My leg was cramping. But I was back to just blurting out whatever was on my mind, throwing caution to the wind. When Kyle's hands touched the backs of my thighs, my dick started to throb. I told myself that we were just two friends, two good buddies. One was in pain and the other was lending a completely non-sexual helping hand.

He massaged both my thighs. He ran his hands all the way up my thighs to the place where my legs ended, and my ass began. His fingers brushed my bare skin and ran under my straps. A chill went up my spine and I spurted precum into my cup.

Kyle's voice seemed strangely high pitched. "I... think I'm done."

I rolled over carefully and patted the blanket next to me. "Now you lie down so I can do you."

I saw him adjusting himself quickly before he lay down flat on his stomach. I nudged his legs apart so that I could straddle his left leg. His round ass was staring me in the face, and I wanted nothing more than to pull those tiny shorts down and bury my face between those firm cheeks.

I scooted down and put my hands on his calf. I knew what I was doing... sort of. I'd given erotic massage before, but this felt like it should be more real and therapeutic. His muscles were tense, and I could feel him wince when my fingers pressed against certain hard spots.

"Does that feel good or bad?" I asked.

Kyle groaned. "Both! The muscles feel like they're tied in knots. It hurts when you press on them, but that's how you unknot them... Ouch! At least that's what the team doctor said back in high school.

I moved to his right leg and did the same. Better than touching his calves was touching his thighs. They were so firm and... damn his smooth skin felt amazingly sensual under my hands. They were big enough that I had to focus both hands on them, one at a time, in order to give them the treatment they deserved.

I moved my hands up to the straps of his jock. I pushed both hands under his shorts and rubbed those smooth cheeks. Damn! My cock was leaking. I wanted him so badly. When Kyle moaned, it sent a chill through me. And suddenly I knew what had been driving me. I wanted Kyle so badly, but every principal I held said that he was off limits. He was too confused to know what he wanted right now, and if I was going to have sex with him, I didn't want it to be just a fuck.

So why had I been trying to seduce him all morning? I heard a growling in my mind and then I felt my wolf spirit standing next to me. It seemed to be urging me on. I saw an image of me taking Kyle roughly from behind. I pushed that image back, and it came at me again. My wolf spirit didn't approve of Kyle. Was it trying to get me to fuck him and get it out of my system? It had been pushing me all day. The two of us were going to have it out. If I hadn't realized what it was up to, I would have used Kyle as callously as all those other guys did.

I jumped up. "I'm sorry, Kyle. I'm... just going to pack up the containers and we can go back. Sorry."

I started putting the empty food containers back into my bag. Kyle joined me. I'd gotten him horny, and he must have thought I was no better than all those other guys. I wanted to keep repeating "sorry", but it just felt lame and unfair to Kyle.

Kyle grabbed the blanket and started folding it. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. It wasn't just guilt. It was a shame. I had vowed to protect him. I'd just never imagined that it would be from myself. If I looked at him, if our eyes met, if there was contact, my wolf would start pressuring me again. I took the blanket wordlessly from his hands and packed it. Then I threw the bag over one shoulder and growled, "Let's go back to the dorm."

I set the pace this time. I ran as fast as I could, trying to satiate the wolf inside me. Kyle was following. He should have been able to keep up, but he kept the same distance between us all the way back to the dorm.

I couldn't leave things hanging like that, but I didn't dare loosen my hold on the wolf for long. It was taking all my concentration just to keep him from taking charge and making me grab Kyle and throw him down on the quad to finish what I wanted to do back in the forest. Just before rushing into the building, I said, "I'll see you tomorrow to run the health trail, okay?"

And then I had to go back to my room. I needed time to meditate.

 

Darren

I was tired as hell from that workout. I'd been pushing myself for days trying to get in shape for Benjy, but it turned out that he liked my body, flab and all. The easiest thing to do would be just to forget about it, but I couldn't do that. Being at college for the last two years had made me fatter and frankly less healthy. So, I was going to keep working out, not only for Benjy, but for myself. I needed to get back into my best shape. The good news in all this bullshit was that I wouldn't be trying, and most definitely failing, to make myself look like Drew or Zeno.

Benjy was hanging on my arm while I was opening the door. And he was rubbing his face against my chest. When I had him inside, I picked him up and tossed him onto the bed. "Running has recharged my energy boy. Now, ready or not, Daddy's going to have his wicked way with you."

Benjy squealed and crawled away to the corner of the bed, pretending to be afraid. "No Daddy, please. Not your wicked ways."

I grabbed him by the waistband of his shorts and pulled him back toward me while he laughed and pretended to put up a fight. He even threw a pillow at me, but I batted it aside playfully. I pulled his shorts off, leaving him in his tee shirt and his little boy undies. His hard penis was tenting them enough to leave a gap at the leg holes.

I called on my wolf spirit to shift my right hand. My wolf spirit and I were mostly in accord with one another. It had tried to make me force myself on Kieran when I first met him, probably because I was immediately attracted to him, and my wolf spirit wanted me to fuck him quickly and get over him so I wouldn't get attached. It preferred me to connect with other wolves instead of mundanes or mages. It had been so forceful about it that I'd almost succumbed. I'd needed Xav to help me find my equilibrium after that incident, but now we were at peace again.

My finger elongated and my fingernails lengthened and then curved into wicked razor-sharp claws. I ran my lethal talons gently across his body.

He arched his back and moaned loudly. "Your claws feel so good, Daddy. It's like tickling but way sexier!"

I hooked one razor sharp claw on the neck of his tee shirt and ripped it. Benjy gasped. His eyes grew wide and sweat beaded on his forehead. His pulse was racing, and I could hear his heart beating with my wolf senses. I could also smell his arousal. I hesitated just for a moment, unsure of whether he was genuinely afraid, but then he licked his lips and smiled at me.

I used that claw to cut through the front of his tee, exposing his thin but firm chest. I traced a line from his chin down his neck and between his pecs. Then I tapped each of his nipples with the sharp point, making him jump. I could smell his arousal growing even greater. Without even looking, I knew that his precum was soaking into his briefs.

Benjy whined. "Daddy, I think I'm going to cum before you even get inside me."

I growled at him, which made his little dick spew some actual cum into his briefs. "If you cum, I'm going to fuck you anyway. I'm not going to stop. I'm going to use you until I'm fully sated."

He was getting more excited with my every word. His whole body was trembling. And it was now coated in sweat. I grabbed his balls and let the points of claws poke through the cloth so that he could feel them, like needles pressing against his flesh.

"You can't resist me, boy. If I closed my hand, I'd rip your balls off."

Benjy looked at me with an unusual severity in his eyes, "They're yours, Daddy. My whole body is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. I'd do anything for you."

Shit! That was intense! I'd only planned to play into his fantasies a little. It wasn't like I would ever harm a single hair on my boy's head. But his fantasies were a little dark. I decided that I could play along, but I would never cross a line into harming him.

I growled again. "Damn right I own you, boy!"

I tightened my grip just enough to make it hurt a little, but I was prepared to let go in an instant if he moved suddenly. "Cum right now for your alpha! Cum you little beta bitch!"

Benjy squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed at the bedsheet. I was impressed. His fingernails had hardened and lengthened. They looked like claws, not wickedly sharp and curved claws like I could manifest, but still very good for a beta, even on the waxing moon.

He cried, "I'M CUMMUNG DADDY! I'M CUMMING!"

I waited for his body to stop trembling, then I said. "Son, you know I would never hurt you, right?"

He smiled and said, "I know that, Daddy."

I frowned. "Then why did you say what you said before about your balls being mine. Did you want me to hurt you?"

He shook his head. "No Daddy. I trust you. I just said that because I want you to know that you can do anything you want to me. And you can because I trust you enough to know that you wouldn't. I wouldn't say things like that if I didn't trust you not to do it."

"That's some convoluted logic, even for you, son. I'm going to be honest. You scared me a little. Promise me you won't ever say anything like that again, not to me and especially not to anyone else."

He nodded. "I won't, daddy."

I hugged him and then he whispered, "I think I scared myself too when I said it."

I inhaled deeply and smelled his delicate boy scent. There was something about him today. His scent was more intoxicating than usual. I said, "Good boy."

Then I flipped him over onto his stomach. I ran my claws across the thin cloth of his undies. Then I ran one razor sharp claw down the middle, cutting a hole in the cloth. I pulled at the sides, enlarging the hole so that I could plunge my face between those small firm cheeks. I pressed my nose against his hole and inhaled. Under the medicinal smell of lube, I smelled Benjy's natural scent. It was sweet and boyish.

I shifted my hand back to normal and rubbed his slick hole. He opened to me with a touch, like a flower bud spreading its leaves. He was more slippery than I expected. At first, I'd thought that he'd used too much lube this morning. It wasn't unlike Benjy to overdo things, often in a very dramatic way. But then I noticed that the terrible lube smell had diminished. I filed that one away for later. Maybe I'd ask Xav how it could disappear on its own, in such a short time, without him having a chance to clean it out.

I thrust one finger inside him and stroked him until I found his prostate. I made sure to press gently on it with every stroke. After a few minutes, I added a second finger, and then a third. Benjy was moaning like crazy. I reached under him to feel his undies. They were slimy with precum. And his little cock was hard as a rock again.

I pulled my fingers out of him and sniffed them. It smelled like his body had gone into overdrive, producing excess amounts of the mucus that normally kept the anus moist. The lube he'd used this morning was being diluted. It still tasted bad, so I didn't dive in to eat his juicy butt. Instead, I pulled my own sweats off and took hold of my own erection. I was in as much need as he had been.

I peeled back my foreskin and rubbed the head of my cock against his hole. His little rosebud seemed even more eager to open for my cock than it had been for my fingers. I pressed inside his tight butt, my weight pressing him into the mattress. I thrust all the way inside him. I was slow, but I wasn't about to stop.

When I bottomed out and my groin was pressing against Benjy's butt, he groaned, "Oh, spirits yes, Daddy! Take me like the gamma bitch I am!"

It barely registered with at the time what he was saying. In any event, it was just a game, right? I bit him on the neck and kept increasing the pressure until he cried out. I grabbed his hands and clasped them firmly in my own. I thrust inside him savagely, my own wolf spirit driving me on. I could sense that Benjy's wolf spirit was hunkering down while mine took it as fiercely as I was taking him.

I was so caught up in the power of my own rut that I didn't notice when Benjy came again, his body flailing beneath me while mine overpowered him just like my spirit was overpowering his wolf. When I came, I actually howled. Luckily, I hadn't transformed, so it was a human howl, like Lew Muller always lets out, but deeper and powerful enough to rattle the window. I pressed against Benjy's firm butt and sprayed burst after burst deep inside him.

Once I was finished, I lay back on the bed and pulled Benjy up tight against me. He curled his wiry limbs around my torso and ran his hands over my chest and belly. He said, "That was the best ever. Your wolf took my wolf while you took me. I finally belong to you, Daddy. I finally belong."

He burst into tears, and he didn't seem to be able to stop. I held him in my arms and kept repeating. "You do belong, Benjy. You belong with me, and you belong with this pack. You'll never, ever be alone so long as you're with me... us... the whole pack."

Of course, the rest of the pack didn't think that way. Meghan thought he was cute, and Simon accepted him like a hyperactive brother, but even Drew mostly just tolerated his presence. Benjy was annoying. I knew that, but it wasn't his fault, and the others were going to have to get over it and accept him for what he was. And if they didn't, we were going to have words. At least it would start with words. I held him for about an hour before we got up to take a shower. Then we got dressed and I took Benjy and made him eat. He didn't argue with me today. He ate everything on his plate without argument.

 

Aidan

I'd ridden into campus to get some studying done for a paper I was writing for biology. It was on ethical uses of natural resources. I had to check a lot of sources. Most of the work in this area was relatively recent, so I needed access to the online academic journals and the connection was faster here than at Wolf House. Besides, that musclebound prick Sammy had drafted Chase to do some work for the Beta Gather this afternoon. He was only a beta, but he worked directly for his sister Inga, the alpha in charge of running the house. He liked to borrow her authority and shove it in everyone's face. I knew he'd taken my boy just because he could. I'd still have to study, but it sure would have been nice to have Chase here to squat under a table and suck my dick while I did it.

I'd noticed Conor Tighe cruising me. He was a handsome enough beta boy to get my interest. He wasn't pretty like Chase, Benjy or Lalo, and he wasn't a handsome jock like Ivan or Kevin. He was just handsome enough. He had that dark reddish-brown hair that made his fair skin seem even lighter. He had freckles, but not enough to put me off. And his eyes were blue. His body seemed trim beneath his jeans and his college tee.

We were on the third floor of the library, which was mostly deserted on a Sunday. Conor had walked by me more than a few times, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I wondered if he was doing the same to that oblivious mage sitting by himself in the corner. I'd seen that mage before, but I couldn't remember his name. At the beginning of the school year, Drew had tasked the pack alphas to make everyone aware of who the new weres and mages and whatnot were. I had a good brain, and nose, for remembering. This guy was giving me nothing. But he had to be a mage, or he wouldn't have a wand. Then again, he didn't look like he knew what to do with it. He was just stroking it and turning it in his fingers. I'd never seen a mage do that before unless they usually did it in private. And thinking about this guy alone in his room, stroking his "wand" was really starting to stoke my fires.

It was just that thinking that made me realize the mage was smoking hot. I'd decided on the library for less distraction and here were two hot guys all up in my business. He had a handsome face, but it was his toned body, barely covered by a tee shirt that clung to his pecs, that caught my attention. That and the way his ass filled out his jeans the last time he'd walked over to get a new book.

I'd have to figure out the mage later because Conor walked by again. When I looked at him, he smiled. And then he went over to a shelf and started looking at the spines of books. But he wasn't fooling me. He kept looking over at me out of the corner of his eye. I turned my chair sideways and spread my legs. When he looked in my direction, I leaned back and slid my hand across my bulge. Conor's eyes went wide, and his lips parted. He walked down the aisle toward the bathroom, giving me a look just before going inside.

I didn't follow him. Bathroom sex was so fucking ordinary. I sat there flipping through my book, waiting for him to come out. When he did reappear, he looked a little confused and a lot shaken. He avoided my eye as he walked back toward the stacks. This time I got up and followed him at a discrete distance.

This whole floor held books with the Library of Congress designation Q, but Conor headed for the chemistry section QD. I followed him into the row. He turned around and looked... Surprised...? Frightened...? Excited...? No, all of the above.

"Um... what are you... I mean, do you need something?" he stammered.

I strode up to him. He backed up. I followed him until he had nowhere else to back into. I didn't say anything. I just stared into his eyes. And when he lowered his, he fixed them right on my package. He couldn't even stop his tongue from touching his lip.

I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my erection. He said, "Wait... um... we're kind of exposed... what if someone walks in on us?" But he didn't try to pull his hand back. He spread his fingers out to feel the length and the width of what I was packing.

I put a hand on his shoulder and pressed down until he dropped to his knees. "Fear of discovery is a powerful aphrodisiac. If you want this cock, you're going to get it right here in the stacks."

He looked up at me, his face paler than normal and moved his hands to the buttons of my jeans. He unfastened them one by one and then he moved his face closer to my cock and kissed it, right through my briefs.

I pushed him back so that he was sitting on his feet. "If you want my cock, you're going to ask for it."

He didn't need much prompting. "Please, may I suck your cock?"

"Ask me again and call me `Sir'."

He didn't hesitate. "Can I please suck your cock, Sir?"

I slapped his face playfully. I wanted to get his attention because I wanted to explain the whole situation. I wanted him to understand where we were starting, where we were going, and where we were going to end up.

"If you take my cock out, I want you to understand that first, it's going in your mouth, and you will be sucking it. And second, you'd better get it wet, because after you suck it, I'm going to shove it up your beta ass and fuck the cum out of you."

He nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"And I'm going to do it here between these shelves."

He was still nodding. "Yes, Sir!"

I leaned forward and asked, "Is your ass clean?"

He replied, "Yes, Sir."

"Did you clean your boy pussy out before coming to the library, hoping that someone would fuck the shit out of you?"

He was blushing and seemed reluctant to talk, but I was relentless. "Answer me, boy."

"No, Sir. I washed my ass..."

I interrupted him. "...say your boy pussy."

He swallowed hard. "I washed my boy pussy because I was looking for Simon. But Drew told me to leave him alone today. He was in the woods communing with his wolf spirit. Then I came to the library intending to study, but I saw you... um... sitting there and... I..."

I grabbed his jaw and squeezed it. "...and then your little nuts started tingling and your boy pussy started to get loose."

He nodded again and said, "Yes, Sir."

I shook my head. "You need to get fucked bad today, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Then beg me for my cock. Beg me like the little beta bitch you are."

He inhaled deeply and started to speak. I could see his pupils dilating as he caught my scent. He whined, "Please, Sir, let me suck your cock and then please shove it in my... boy pussy and fuck me."

"Well, since you asked me so nicely... get out of your fucking clothes."

"Sir, what if someone sees me?"

"Then they'll see you naked sucking my dick instead of sucking my dick with your clothes on. Do you really think it will matter if you're naked? Their attention will be on my dick and your mouth."

"Can't I...?" he began, but I slapped him hard across the face. He was on the verge of tears, but I could smell that he was more excited than ever.

I forced his mouth open and then spat directly into his mouth. He swallowed without being told, and then opened his mouth again. So, I sat in his mouth again. When I'd done it six or seven times, I slapped him again, lighter this time and said, "Bitches be naked when they suck my dick. I wouldn't care if we were in the middle of the quad, or on the dais in the lecture hall, or your goddamned parents were having tea in the living room, and we were blocking their view of the television."

He scrambled to get his clothes off, and soon knelt there on the hardwood floors completely naked. He wasn't bulky, but he was muscular enough. I leaned back against the shelves and said, "Suck it. And, because I'm a kind and considerate top, I will remind you just once that you had better get it wet enough because I'm not carrying lube."

He took my cock in his mouth and began worshiping the head. He pulled the foreskin back and licked it all around. I snapped my fingers, so he'd look up at me while he sicked my cock. I said, "That's my gamma bitch's pussy you taste on my dick. Do you like it?"

He mumbled something that sounded like "Yes, Sir".

I used the toe of my boot to bounce his hard dick around. He had a little five and a half incher, average but not what anyone would call big. I had at least two inches on him and a lot more width. I was excited, but I didn't want to shoot in his mouth, so I shoved my cock down his throat, making him choke up mucus. I did it a few times and then I pulled out.

"Get some of that dick snot coming out of your little prick and lube your pussy up good."

I watched him eyeing my cock while he frantically wiped precum off his dick and rubbed it into his boy pussy. When I'd decided he'd done a good enough job, I positioned him so that he was facing up the long row toward the aisle.

I growled at him, making him shiver. I could see his anus winking at me as it reacted to my subvocal dominance. I rubbed against his hole and then pushed the head inside. His clenched ass resisted until I leaned over and growled directly into his ear. "Relax that hole or I am going to force it open by shoving my massive cock inside you. In. One. Stroke."

That did it. His hole relaxed and I pushed further. I didn't treat him sweetly like I did my gamma bitch; I shoved it all the way inside with a slow but relentless push. Conor moaned loud enough I was sure that mage heard us. He was the only one here, so I wasn't too worried.

"Fuck, Sir! Fuck me! That... damn your cock is big. It's... filling me all the way."

I slapped his ass and said, "Put your feet up on the bottom shelf."

The library at Severan had sturdy old-fashioned bookshelves made of solid wood. The bottom shelf was about six inches off the floor. Standing there raised Conor's ass just a little too high, but it was better than him being too low. I made him squat just enough for me to push back inside him and fuck him standing up. I wanted his hard cock flopping in plain sight.

You may have thought that I would be afraid of getting caught, but not really. I knew that the Dean, Old Cornelius Montrose, would probably be more amused than anything. From what I'd heard he had a high tolerance for college hijinks, so long as no one got hurt. Of course, if someone complained that would be different. But I didn't think the mage I'd seen earlier would complain. A few minutes ago, he'd moved to a table where he could see up the row. I caught his eye, and he gave me a nod.

That's when I started fucking Conor in earnest, pounding his ass hard enough to make his cock bounce. I pinched his nipples to make him moan louder. And I kept up a low growl. And the whole time, I kept my eyes locked with the mage. He'd left his wand lying on the table, completely unsecured. He was the most careless mage I'd ever encountered. Didn't he even own a holster for his wand?

I was talking to Conor, but I was still looking at the mage. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum, you little bitch... Maybe I should put a leash on you and take you from room to room back at Wolf House and make you suck off every stud in the building... make you choke on my dick until you pass out... take you around campus and fuck you in every classroom."

Conor was more or less crying now, not from pain, but from the constant stimulation. And I was getting really close myself. I had to admit that I got off on a little roughness. Biting him and twisting his muscles was a major turn on for me. The funny thing was that this was how I'd imagined it with Chase. I'd thought I'd have my own little sex pup to rough up twenty-four hours a day. But that hadn't happened at all. That plan had all come apart the moment I realized that I couldn't do without him. I missed that little fucker and thought about him all the time when he wasn't with me. Obviously, I was even thinking about him when I was having great sex with someone else!

Of course, topping a beta like this was a pure power trip. I was taking him like a bitch from behind. I was being abusive but only in a way that was sexy enough to make him crave my attention. And before I was done, he was going to cum on command. It was not only great sex, but it was magically significant as well.

This type of sex increased the top's raw spirit power. Sure, it decreased the bottom's power, but only by a little. I wasn't planning on fucking him down from a beta to a gamma. I wasn't doing this in front of the pack. No, it was just a little bit of spiritual growth for me, without too much loss for him. Fuck! A boy like this would probably give it all away to the right man if asked. I planned to keep topping him, so long as he was willing, but I had to keep in mind that the energy transfer became less and less each time. That was what Cromwell had taught me. Over the last six months he'd made me do this repeatedly, a different beta each time. It was how I'd managed to transform into an alpha. Shit! It even worked with mundanes, although to a much lesser extent.

The tightness crept from ass to my taint and then straight to my balls. I growled low in Conor's ear, "Take my fucking load like the beta cum dump you are. Feel my cock punch your gay spot. You know you want to cum, so go ahead. Shoot now you fucking bitch, go ahead and become what you were always meant to be, cum dump for real men. SHOOT NOW!'

He was whimpering. "Fuck yes, Sir, I want to cum for you."

"THEN DO IT!"

"AAAARGH! I AM! I'M CUMMING, SIR!"

Conor sprayed all over the row. I made sure to angle him so as not to hit the books. I was the kind of guy who respected learning too much to let my bottom boy shoot all over it. And the bonus was that Conor had been facing the sexy mage when he came. I gave him a smile and mouthed, "You're next."

Either Conor had had very few sexual encounters, or his ass was just naturally tight. It felt so amazing as it clenched down on my cock that all I had to do was grab on to his hips, thrust all the way inside and just let that ass suck the spunk right out of me.

The sexy mage walked into our row and stood right behind Conor, who was on his knees, sucking my cock clean. He gestured at Conor. "You're wrong you know. You're next."

Damn he was cocky. We were about the same height and about the same build. No. Seeing him up close made me realize that he was bigger than me through the chest and the shoulders. Yeah, but I was a fucking alpha wolf.

"We could wrestle for it," I said.

He gave me a wry smile and whispered, "Only if you keep your claws put away, and we wrestle when there's no moon out."

I wondered how he knew that I was a werewolf. I had the attitude, but I hadn't said anything loud enough for him to know.

I laughed and said, "And only if you keep that wand put away safely."

"What?" he asked with a look of genuine confusion. Then he looked at the wand and said, "Oh, right. This. I promise not to use it on you."

I held out a hand. "Aidan Stringer."

He stuck the wand through his waistband. Again, I'd never seen a mage this careless. He took my hand and said, "Joey Peterson."

"Okay, Joe. I have to know one thing. We don't know each other, and I didn't transform, not even in the slightest. How did you know I was a werewolf?"

He chuckled and pointed over near the table. "The hobb over there told me that you were `a very bad werewolf'."

I didn't see anything, so I had to ask, "The hobb?"

Joey said, "He won't show himself... and he still thinks you're a bad wolf."

"I'm surprised you're not running in the other direction, with an endorsement like that."

Joey laughed. "Not a chance. That's why I came over here."

Then he gestured to Conor who was tucking my cock back inside my pants. "I'm talking about a hookup. I have no interest in becoming one of your bitches."

I put a hand on Conor's head and tousled his hair. "I've got bitches. Sometimes I need something else, no matter how cute they are."

I turned Conor's face up and blew him a kiss. "Clean up your cum, boy. You can use your underwear."

He started crawling around on all fours cleaning up his mess. I could see his cock chubbing up while he worked.

Joey said, "I really do admire the way you know what you want and just do it."

I shook my head. "You don't seem to have too hard a time doing exactly what you want, either."

He shrugged. "You have no idea. Things aren't always what they seem."

"Well, look, Joey. I could tell, just from the way you strutted over here and told me exactly what you were thinking, that you were as close to an alpha as a non-werewolf can be. I don't know what you're talking about, and you don't need to tell me. But when you feel doubt, just remember what you were feeling when you walked over here."

"Thanks, Aidan. I have no idea why I blurted out my insecurities to a stranger, but that might just be helpful. Once I get some things sorted out, I'll get in touch."

We exchanged phone numbers, and then he left. I turned to Conor and said, "You can get dressed now, but give me your undies. I collect trophies from all the boys I fuck. And I've marked you now. Be prepared. I could drag you off for a fuck any time and I don't like my bitches in panties. So you go commando from now on, and I will be checking."

He didn't hesitate. He replied with a quick "Yes, Sir!"

I gave him a pat on the cheek and said, "Good boy. Are you planning on going to the gather tonight?"

"If I can get a ride, Sir. Busses are terrible on Sunday and my roommate isn't going," he replied.

I growled. "Grab your stuff and I'll give you a lift on my bike."

"Yes, Sir!" he replied without hesitation.

I walked back to Baylor Hall with Conor so he could grab what he needed. As we were climbing onto my bike, Conor whispered. "You're not a beta. You're an alpha, Sir. No beta could have fucked me like that and made me like it."

I gave him a predatory smile. "That's our secret. Tell anyone and I'll bite your nuts off."

He wrapped his arms tentatively around my waist and said, "Does Drew know?"

I laughed. "That's my secret and you need to stop asking questions."

I suspected that Conor would tell Darren. Like most of the beta bottoms he was both in awe of Drew and a little fearful of him. They didn't know that he really was different from their pack leaders back home. If Conor told Drew, it was no skin off my nose. But, if he kept the secret, I'd know that I'd recruited another beta to my little pack within the pack. Maybe Ed could even top this one, but it would be Ed's luck that a twinkie little punk like Conor would probably have him on his knees instead.

 

Darren

I was at the bookstore grabbing a few supplies I needed, and a pack of new pencils for Benjy because he had a habit of chewing them to pieces. I decided to walk back through the Student Union so I could grab some snacks Benjy would eat. I was walking along the shaded path behind the building when I noticed a distortion up ahead, covering the alleyway to the parking lot. I had no idea exactly what it was, but it had to be magic. Given that the mundanes in the area were ignoring it, but also avoiding it, I assumed it was some sort of magical word. If there was a mage duel happening, I didn't want to get hit by a stray spell, so I closed in on the area carefully.

That was when Edgar Krause came running out of the passage. I grabbed him and pulled him next to me. I could see that he was covered with tiny cuts, and he smelled of piss. "What's going on over there?

Edgar was a beta. More than that, he was one of the lower guys in the pack, always looking for a strong man to follow. I wondered what trouble he'd found this time.

He was out of breath and paler than usual. "Gordon and I were just walking around the building when this mage started hitting us with spells. He's like a demon in there. And I think he's cast some sort of spell on Lalo to confuse him."

That made me suspicious. Lalo confused by a spell? A mage who's attacking people without provocation? On this campus? With Sebastian – or even worse – Clarissa on watch? Not a fucking chance! But just in case, I grabbed him by the arm and walked him back around the corner.

Gordon was rolling around on the ground, fighting with Lalo and it looked like he was getting the better of him. Gordon outweighed his opponent by thirty pounds and was more than a few inches taller. Lalo was bigger than Benjy, but he was kind of small for a werewolf. And the mad mage who Edgar claimed had started everything was Oliver, little Oliver, little blond nerdy Oliver who was standing there twirling his wand like he wasn't sure what to do.

I looked over at Edgar and laughed in his face. "So, this is the brutal mage who attacked you? Go ahead, Oliver. Tell me what you did."

Gordon and Lalo had stopped fighting. They both stood up, looking a little disheveled and bruised. Oliver nodded. "Lalo and I were walking back to the dorm when these two jumped us."

Lalo broke in, "Gordon and Edgar attacked me, but Oliver didn't get involved in my fight. He just defended himself against Edgar."

He was trying very hard to make sure I knew that he didn't need Oliver's help to get his ass kicked as badly as he had just now. I glared at Edgar, who seemed to wilt under my gaze. "Is that right, Edgar? Because that is not what you told me."

Edgar was stammering. Gordon sighed, "It was just a little hazing."

"Is that right, Lalo? Was it just a little hazing?" Darren asked.

Lalo nodded, but his jaw was tense like he was angry. His lip was split, and his eye was starting to swell. I let out a growl that made the boys shake. I didn't have to yell. I got really quiet instead. "Wrong! It was hazing when you decided to give Lalo a little hassle. That's normal dominance play among betas, but as soon as you attacked this mage, you escalated things."

I turned to look at Oliver. "How long will this little warding spell last?"

He shrugged like it was no big deal. "It'll wear out a minute or so after I stop concentrating on it."

Damn this kid was good. He'd warded a large area with a spell of aversion that drove mundanes off without alerting them to its presence. And he'd made it last for... well, however long he concentrated. I didn't know a lot about magic, but this seemed impressive to me. I said, "Keep it up until I text Lalo and say it's okay."

I turned toward Edgar and wrinkled my nose. Then I looked back at Oliver. "How long will Edgar be pissing himself?"

He put his wand away. "A month."

"Can you end it earlier?" I asked.

He brushed grass and dirt off his clothes and said just one word. "Yes."

I asked him, "Will you end it early?"

He sighed and shook his head. "No. I won't. Edgar attacked me unprovoked. He's going to have to buy himself some adult diapers for the next month and count his blessings."

I laughed. He was a spunky little fuck standing there trying to look innocent. But the corners of his lips were turned up, in the barest hint of a smile. I gave him a half smile. "What blessings?"

I knew exactly what his answer was going to be before he even opened his mouth. I gave him a knowing smile and gestured with my head for him to continue. He stared Edgar directly in the face and said, "I pulled my punches. It was a lot more difficult to give you an inconvenient curse than it would have been to melt the flesh off your bones."

I clapped a hand on Edgar's shoulder. "You picked a fight with a mage because he was smaller than you and you thought he wasn't a threat. And then you lied to me."

Lalo and Oliver hugged and whispered to one another. I told them to go get cleaned up and have fun. Then I turned around and glared at Gordon and Edgar. "As for you two, we need to address what just happened here."

Gordon spoke up. "I'm sorry Darren. It got out of hand. We were really just taking the piss out Lalo. He's been so fucking moon-eyed over that skinny mage. It's disgusting. It's not... normal."

I slapped him upside the head. Sometimes werewolves needed a reminder of pack hierarchy. It was our wolf spirits. I could talk at them until I was blue in the face, and they wouldn't hear what I had to say. Now I had his attention. "First of all, fuck both of you. This looks less like hazing and more like you two just disapproving of Lalo's choice of partners. And that makes you two bigots."

They tried to make excuses, but I didn't let them. "Shut up. I don't want to hear it. Now I can't stop you two from playing games with Lalo. That's normal pack behavior, but from now on you will keep it only in places where there is no one around who's not pack. Period. End of Story. Or I am going to beat the shit out of the both of you."

"Yes, alpha," they said.

"Don't tell me; show me."

 

Drew

I should have known something was up. Zeno came to pick me up on that new motorcycle of his and he was three hours earlier than I'd expected. I hadn't ridden on a motorcycle in a while, and he drove me around the long way. I was horny as hell by the time we got there. Darren and Meghan were also there, and Darren shoved a beer in my hand almost as soon as I arrived. We chatted for a little while and then Zeno took my hand and said, "Upstairs. My room, now."

My cock was hard as a rock, and I was more than ready. Or at least I thought I was. The master bedroom was large. It was dominated by a big, old fashioned brass bed, but there was plenty of room for the dresser, a vanity and... all the fucking Alphas except for Aidan to stand in the room. And that's what they were doing.

"What is this?" I asked.

Dawn came up and kissed me. Then she smacked my face. "It's an intervention, dumb ass!" Then she announced to the council, "Turns out it's not just the betas who don't listen to good advice! Alphas don't hear a damned word you say until you slap them upside the head either."

Inga shook her head. "At least the boys. The girls have a little more sense."

Naomi laughed and said, "Maybe very little more; not much."

"So why are you intervening?" I asked, a little concerned that I probably knew what this was about.

Zeno came up to me and pulled me in tight for a kiss. Then he pushed me out to arm length so he could look into my eyes. "Do you want to be able to beat Cromwell, or do you want to see him take over this pack again?"

"That's not it. You're asking me to..." I had to pause for a breath "... you're asking me to fuck my brother. No offense intended, Xav. You're sexy as hell and if you weren't my brother, I would have fucked you years ago!"

Xav came forward and put a hand on my shoulder. "You don't need to tell me that it's weird, Drew. I know that. But I also know that I have two functions in this conversation. Yes, I am your brother, but I'm also the spirit talker for the pack. Simon told me the other day that I've been making unnatural divisions in this pack. I need to be a spirit talker to everyone. That includes any of the women who desire my help... and that includes my pack leader. It doesn't matter that I'm gay, and it doesn't matter that I'm your brother."

Darren said, "You need to do this Drew. I did it... yes, I know that he's not my brother and that makes it completely different, but fuck dude! Be a man. Get your damned clothes off. Get into that bed and fuck your brother for the good of the pack."

Simon came forward and put one hand on my shoulder. "You once told me that I had to listen to Xav because he was always right on these issues. I didn't want to do it, but you were right to make me."

The problem was that they were all speaking the truth. I sat down on the bed and said, "Everyone out. Everyone but Xav."

They left. One by one they put a hand on my shoulder and walked out the door. Xav sat down next to me and asked, "Lights on, or lights out."

I looked over at him and shook my head. "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do this right."

Xav was objectively one of the best looking – no, the best looking – guy in the pack. He had deep blue eyes, delicate but obviously masculine features, and long blond hair that he usually wore in a braid that brushed the bottom of his shoulders. His body was slender, but his muscles were really firm.

I took hold of his jaw and kissed him on his perfectly formed lips. That wasn't bad and, disturbingly, it didn't make my erection soften at all. Then I kissed him again, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Xav let me lead. He knew that I liked that. He should. I'd told him often enough when we were having brotherly chats.

I had to make him resemble my brother less, so I reached back and undid the clip on his braid. I used my fingers to separate the strands and spread his hair out loose. It was working. Xav still looked like Xav, but he was beginning to look different enough.

I stood up and held out my hand. When he took it, I pulled him to his feet and then swept him up into my arms. When I dove onto the bed, I was still holding onto him. I rolled over on top of him and used my knees to push his legs apart. Then I crushed his lips with mine. His slender body was firm and warm beneath me.

I sat back and took hold of Xav's thighs. He was two years older than me, but his legs were still covered with only a light dusting of boyish down. I pushed his knees back and then grabbed his sweat shorts and tugged them off, exposing his erect cock. It was smaller than mine, but not below average in any way. Damn! I couldn't believe I was having these thoughts about... no. It didn't matter. He was my spirit talker. I was his pack leader. And we were doing a ritual. An important ritual. A sex ritual.

I pushed his knees back to his chest and knelt down to sniff his ass. Damn he smelled good, just pure clean Xav. I brushed my tongue along his crevice, the light hairs tickling my tongue a little. I found his hole and traced my tongue around it. Xav began to breathe in a very controlled way, like he was restraining himself or... concentrating hard.

My vision shifted. I was still on the bed, my face buried in Xav's ass, my tongue probing his sexy bottom, but I was also in the spirit realm, kneeling on an endless expanse of green grass, but still eating his butt. I could see the two scenes at once; both the brass bed in a cozy room warmed by indirect light and the spiritual plane, filled with wonder and awe. Overhead, spirits flew across the sky, clouds in the shape of rearing horses that moved in graceful arcs just like herds of horses on the land. The ground rippled as if serpentine creatures swam just below the surface. A nearby pool was still, except for the small waterspouts that played across the surface. And small flames, like fireflies danced in a circle around us, almost close enough to touch.

My wolf and Xav's wolf looked solid. They were circling one another near us, also surrounded by the elemental spirits. Like us, they were a focus of the ritual. They were sniffing one another, nuzzling one another, and nipping at each other gently. My wolf was bigger than I was, but Xav's wolf was bigger still and all of nature seemed to move in harmony with it. My wolf, who was usually very aggressive, accepted the attentions of Xav's wolf with eagerness bordering on urgency. When the larger wolf bit down hard on my wolf's neck, my wolf slackened and hunkered down, presenting his hind quarters in anticipation of being mounted.

As I continued to probe Xav's bottom with my tongue, Xav's wolf began to lick my wolf in a similar way. And I could feel it in my own body as well. In one moment, I was both the pack leader, preparing to mount one of his alphas and I was the wolf, presenting myself to his superior, preparing to be mounted. I/we/he/they reveled in this moment for what seemed like hours. The air spirits stormed in an ever-tightening circle in the sky above us and the fire spirits picked up the tempo around the edge of the sacred circle. In counterpoint to the flames, but in sync with the air spirits above, the sinuous earth spirits moved, and the pond expanded until it was a vast sea. The grassy area where we were became an island and the waterspouts grew to tremendous size, like towering oaks surrounding us.

At that moment, I realized that we were in the center of a massive orrery made of the elements, two concentric rings, one of fire and one of water, moving in opposite directions surrounding us, while the air spirits above and the earth spirits did the same. We were encapsulated completely by primal spirits, dancing a pattern that insulated us from the remainder of the spirit plane, containing our energy and amplifying it.

I felt my wolf's anus relax at the exact moment that Xav's opened for my probing tongue. Both ceased all resistance. I entered Xav, while his wolf entered mine, and suddenly we were like a closed circuit, spiritual energy flowing through us in an endless circle.

And that's when It came. At first, I thought it was a wolf, but it seemed to shift before my senses, slowly morphing from one animal to another, sometimes combining parts of two or more. It interfered in no way. It was merely an observer, albeit a powerful and serene observer that seemed to nod in approval of our coupling.

I slid my arms under Xav's slender body and held him by the shoulders while I thrust inside him. As our passion grew, the dance of the elemental spirits became more frantic, like they too were approaching an orgasm. Xav moved beneath me, accepting me, and returning my energy with his own. And my wolf did the same. He whined and moved his hips in a decidedly un-wolflike way, offering himself completely to Xav's spirit.

Our experience was both physical and spiritual. When we reached climax, it was like the elementals around us also merged into one massively powerful spirit that encompassed everything. The great animal spirit, now comfortably in the form of a wolf again, touched us with one paw and we came. No words were uttered – we were too far gone for that, too caught up in our fevered passion. Instead, we let out a primal howl that rang throughout our room in the Wolf House and throughout the spirit plane.

When my vision had restored itself to what I took to be normal. I lay atop Xav. We were covered in sweat, and our heavy breathing was in sync. I pulled out of him and rolled over to lie next to him. The sudden realization that he was my brother returned, but I held him close, nonetheless. We lay there for what seemed to be another eternity before we could speak.

Finally, I managed to break the silence. "What the hell happened, Xav?"

He rolled over and threw an arm over my chest. "What did you see?"

I explained to him all the things I'd seen, and he nodded while I spoke. I ended with the line, "It looked like a circuit to me."

Xav scooted back so that he was leaning against the brass head of the bed. "Then you saw it more or less as it was. When two people have sex, the energy flows through their bodies and then dissipates into the universe, but when you make a closed circuit like we did, the energy continues to move through the circuit, growing in strength as it does, and then it's absorbed back into the participants."

I scooted up next to him. "So why were the elemental spirits there?"

He smiled and put his hand lightly on my arm. It no longer felt sexual. We were back to being brothers. He said, "I invited them. As a spirit talker, I can also call the spirits. They came and their presence added much more energy than we could generate. That energy is also part of us now."

"And that was it?" I asked.

He nodded. "We could do it again, but the energy gains diminish drastically with each repeat performance."

I sighed. "I don't feel any different."

Xav laughed. He had a nice laugh. For a brief moment I wished we weren't brothers, but I pushed that thought away. He leaned his head over onto my shoulder. "You will feel the difference when you need to call on your wolf spirit. Trust me."

A dark and unpleasant thought occurred to me. "Didn't you do this same ritual with Cromwell?"

He shook his head and shuddered. "Cromwell wasn't as spiritually aware as you are. He had no idea what was happening. With us, there was an amplification of energy, and our wolf spirits were both empowered. With him... I took his wolf spirit as ruthlessly as he'd taken you in front of the pack. I constructed a different pattern. My wolf spirit grew and his... diminished."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him as tight as I could. "That's why he almost killed you. That's why you came back to us beaten so badly you could hardly move. And that's why all Cromwell's men were afraid to ever mount you again."

He nodded, then he said quietly. "I almost stripped his wolf of all its power. I almost abused my talents and my connection to the spirit world to destroy him. It would have been a very dark path, and I don't think I would have survived the experience with my own spirit undamaged, but... I would have done anything to protect you – like you always protected me."

I turned his face towards mine and kissed him very lightly. "I'm glad that you didn't damage your spirit. When he and I come face to face again. I'm going to kill him."

 

Zeno

Xav and Drew were still together in the bedroom. I was going to have to ask our dear spirit talker how he managed to keep a man on edge for as long as he did. When I was with him last year, we were together intimately for half an hour. He and Drew had already passed that point.

The house betas were setting up picnic tables and volleyball nets. I was walking around, mainly letting myself be seen. I'd been absent for the first few weeks and Wolf House had nearly fallen apart socially. We were getting it back, but I still had no idea why Drew hadn't deputized Darren and Meghan to take charge before I got here.

I was a little concerned when I saw Aidan ride up with another dorm beta clinging to the back of his bike. I wanted to trust him, but he was so old school when it came to pack dynamics. He was building himself quite a little pack within the pack. He had Chase (although he didn't really count as a beta), Chuck, Ira and Stella at Wolf House and Eddie Krause and Gordan in the dorms. If he's collected Conor, that makes seven.

Ira, Benjy, and Sammy were over by the tables. They were arguing as I walked by, and Benjy was getting agitated. "Stop it! Darren is the sexiest alpha in the whole pack."

Sammy sighed. "Sorry to upset you Benjy, but Chase is the sexiest beta in the pack and Zeno is the sexiest alpha."

He must not have known I was behind him, but Ira did. He looked me over Sammy's shoulder. "Oh, Zeno is the best looking bottom and the best looking top. I'd let him take me either way."

Benjy was shaking his head. "No! Darren's the only real man we have in the pack."

Ouch! That hurt, I thought. But I knew where he was coming from. That boy was in love. Personally, I thought Drew was the sexiest top we had, and Lalo was the sexiest bottom... or mostly bottom. What the fuck was he doing with that mage anyway? If he acted more like a top, he probably wouldn't get picked on so much by the other betas. Darren had told me what had happened, and it didn't sit right with me either. The thought of the mages getting their hands on our prettiest bottom beta triggered my own werewolf territoriality. It probably made me a bad person, but it was how I felt, and I knew that I wasn't alone.

I moved over and sat down on the bench next to where they were working. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me. Sammy said, "Sorry about all that, Zeno. We probably shouldn't have been discussing the alphas like that."

Ira gave me a shrug and a cheeky smile. "I stand by what I said, sir. Every word of it."

Benjy said, "But Darren..."

Ira cut him off. "Just shut up about Darren, will you?"

I growled to get their attention. "Why should he shut up about Darren?"

Ira sneered. "He's kind of fat, isn't he?"

I laughed at him and shook my head. "I happen to think Darren's dead sexy. Don't be so narrow-minded. If you've never had the pleasure of lying with a man who can warm you up on the coldest night just by holding you in his arms, you don't know what you're missing. And there is nothing better than resting your head on a man whose hard muscle is covered by enough padding to make you feel comfortable, more than comfortable. I can guarantee you that you'd love it if you tried it."

Ira said, "You look pretty hot to me, Sir. I mean, you look like you'd keep someone warm."

I stood up and pulled my tee shirt up to show off my six pack. I ran my hand over the muscle and then rolled my abs. "In order to look like this, I have to strip my body fat so low that I freeze at night. Haven't you noticed that I never sleep alone? I'd be an icicle in the morning come November."

Sammy piped up. "It's the same with me, sir. I like to top, but sometimes I just want someone to cuddle me. They take one look at me and assume that I don't like to bottom, just because I'm so thick. And then when they hear me talk, they think I only bottom and they don't want anything to do with me because I've got a fat ass."

Sammy was one of those guys who was almost as wide as he was tall. He had a lot of muscle, like Darren, but most people couldn't look past his belly and the soft layer of fat that he carried. I gave him a wink and said, "Dude, your ass is fine and phat. Next time I feel like topping, you can come keep me warm at night."

Lew Muller came up while we were talking. He was the opposite of Sammy, rail thin without much of an ass to speak of, but he was covered in a layer of sexy hair that made him look like a werewolf even in human form. He gave me a grin that made his oddly featured face seem handsome. And then he sang, "The bigger the cushion, the better the pushing..."

I gestured for him to sit down. He sat right next to Sammy and put one long skinny arm around his shoulders. "I agree with Zeno, dude. You have a fine ass. If the boss ever lets me off the hook, maybe we can hook up. We can go out to a bar! Unless you're afraid of getting into a little dust up."

Lew was infamous for a few things: his hairiness; his knowledge of computers; his refusal to be embarrassed that his singing voice was as bad as his guitar playing was good; the fact that he sometimes howled at the moon for no reason; and the fact that he seemed to get into a lot of fights with mundanes.

Ira still looked skeptical, but that was his loss. I started to say something about narcissistic twinks, but then I remembered that was unfair to people like Conor, Lalo, and Simon. Maybe Ira would learn and maybe he'd choose to remain narrow-minded and miss out on a lot of opportunities. I ruffled Benjy's hair as we walked back in the house. For some reason, he made me think of him as a kid, even though he was as old as the other freshmen.

 

Darren

Simon and I were sitting on the back porch, watching the betas set up for the bonus gather that would start at 4:00 p.m. He seemed different now that his wolf was out, more self-assured, but also more tired.

"So, my wolf and I are in disagreement over what to do about Kyle," he explained. "My wolf wants me to fuck him and get it out of my system."

I leaned back in the rocker and stretched. "And you don't agree?"

He shook his head and rubbed his brow like he was fighting off a headache. "Do I want to have sex with Kyle? Yeah. I wanted him even when he was a brute and a slob. Now that he's... Darren you have to see him. He looks like a damned model. Anyone would want to fuck him. And, for me, he's literally like a dream come true. He's my type exactly. He's a jock, super-fit, handsome, an ass that is firm enough to bounce a quarter off and looks better than anything you'll ever see in an art book. And from what I can tell, he's almost completely a bottom! He's my opposite number."

"Then fuck him. He won't object."

Simon sighed heavily. "That's part of the problem. I can never be sure that he's really doing it because he wants to or because his curse forces him to do it."

I took another swig of my carbonated water. It was pointless doing all that work trying to improve my health only to flood my system with too much beer. "Get Sebastian to analyze the spell. He could tell you what it does and doesn't do. Better yet, ask Kyle's friend Oliver. That boy is a seriously badass mage, and he likes Kyle."

Simon gave me a look, so I immediately added, "...as a friend. He likes him as a friend."

Simon nodded and rubbed his forehead again. "Well, that's what the wolf and I were arguing about this afternoon. Even if I was sure the spell wasn't compelling him to do it with me, I could never be sure it wasn't some sort of misplaced gratitude toward me for helping him through his mental trauma. It's why counselors shouldn't sleep with their patients."

I shook my head and said, "Look. I'm a simple guy, Simon. If you want him and he wants you, just do it. You're overthinking things. If you want to discuss morality, you need to talk to Xav or Drew."

It was then that Aidan strode up with his usual swagger. He'd dropped Conor off with some of the other betas. "Congratulations on your new gamma, Darren."

"What the hell are you talking about, Aidan?"

He gave me a sly smile. "I smelled Benjy on the way in. Don't tell me that you haven't noticed his scent changing. He is definitely a gamma, and his scent says he belongs to you."

I growled at him. "I have never... I would never turn that boy into my gamma. He's a beta and he's not my property."

Without asking, Aidan pulled up a chair. "No, he's not. He's a gamma. He's your gamma. It doesn't matter whether you made him submit in front of the pack or not. Ritual or no ritual, it doesn't change the facts."

Simon put his hand on my arm. "If what Aidan says is true, then it's not your fault. You didn't mean to do it."
Aidan exhaled sharply. "I get so tired of all this whining about fault. Do you know what matters? What matters is that Benjy is your gamma. Of course, it's your fault. As his alpha, everything is your fault. He's not responsible for anything. You have total responsibility despite the fact that you had no real control. Don't you guys know anything? We alphas don't make betas into gammas. That's bullshit. They choose us. They become gammas and then our alpha nature makes us claim them, so they won't be in danger."

I was rocking back and forth quickly in the chair. I did not like what I was hearing. I was going to have to talk to Xav. If Aidan was right, I'd done something bad to Benjy, something I'd never be able to erase.

Aidan saw my distress. He said, "Really, you did him a favor. Without you, he'd be the bottom beta for the whole pack. Everyone would nip his tail and push him around. He's better off as a gamma. Anyone who touches him is touching your stuff and they know that will bring consequences."

He stood up and shook his head. "Doesn't anyone in this pack understand how these things work?" Then he looked at Simon. "And if you bring that sexy bottom jock over here then everyone will assume he's a gamma because he doesn't smell like an alpha or even a beta."

Simon waved off those concerns. "He doesn't smell like a gamma either."

Aidan replied, "No. He doesn't. He's sexy as hell. He's a bottom. It's what happens when mundanes like him begin hanging out with the wolves. And tell Lalo that it's the same with that little twinkie mage he's seeing. Only his situation is worse. Lalo smells like a bitch in heat so everyone is going to see the little mage and think he's an unclaimed gamma."

I snorted. "No one is dumb enough to think that."

Aidan smiled. "Not think it with their brain. They'll think it with their inner wolf and with their subconscious and with their dicks. Words won't even come into it. Unless topping that little mage makes Lalo smell more like a top, every wolf in town is going to smell the wolf on him and think he's fair game."

Simon seemed concerned now. "And what about Kyle?"

Aidan put it bluntly. "Fuck him or lose him. I've already fucked him. Maybe he's safe if he smells like me. If you want him, you need to mark him with your scent instead. You're an alpha. That's what he needs. Can you imagine what Cromwell or his gang would do with him?"

Aidan was a rude son of a bitch and a total asshole, but he was right. This was why we wolves did not get involved with mundanes or mages. They were outside the pack hierarchy and the pack couldn't figure out what to do with them. This was going to be a total shitstorm if we couldn't find some way to head it off. And what were we going to do about Aidan himself? Now that we knew that he was an alpha, he was swaggering his way through the pack like a tornado. One day, he and Drew were going to clash unless we could find a way to bring him around to Drew's way of thinking.

 

Simon

I'd spent an hour meditating deep in the woods, communing with my wolf spirit. There weren't any words, and I probably couldn't explain what had actually happened. It was more a struggle of wills than a debate. The wolf was adamant that I distance myself from Kyle, but the more it insisted, the more I came to realize there was no way that I could do that. My feelings for Kyle were too powerful. I'd been feeling guilty because I was lusting after someone who depended on me to help him work his way through his coming out. But I wasn't convinced it was lust. Or it wasn't just lust. While trying to force us apart, my wolf made me realize something. My feelings were deeper than simple lust.

I fantasized about him a lot. And they weren't all sexual fantasies. Sometimes I fantasized about just being with him, running, exercising, kissing, sitting side by side and just laughing. I thought that I might be in love with him.

My wolf hadn't been happy, but it had backed off. And then Aidan had come through Wolf House stirring up my doubts, allowing my wolf another toehold that I couldn't dislodge. He'd made it worse by hinting that Kyle could be in danger. Now I couldn't get that thought out of my mind.

And then the Beta Gather got started. We had burgers and hot dogs, and then the betas started playing volleyball while we alphas retired to the sitting room we used for meetings. When Drew and Xav came into the room, all eyes turned to look at them. They didn't look different, but I felt that there was a difference. I may have only learned one real magical talent, but it was useful in this situation. I looked into the spirit plane. Xav's wolf spirit was already the biggest and most powerful spirit in the pack, so it was hard to see much of a change, but Drew's wolf spirit had grown visibly more powerful. I had to get Xav to teach me what he'd done.

All the alphas were there except for Aidan. Drew, Zeno, Darren, Xav, Dawn, Meghan, Naomi and Inga. Everyone grew silent and waited for Drew to call the meeting to order. He looked around the room slowly like he was thinking. Then he told Zeno, "Summon Aidan Stringer."

Zeno went to the door and then bellowed, "The council summons Aidan Stringer."

The word passed throughout the house and then to the backyard. It wasn't long before Aidan came walking into the room. He stood in the center of the room, facing the pack leader. Once the door was closed, Drew said, "Aidan, you have not been successful at hiding your alpha status. There's talk moving through the pack."

Meghan waved her hand and shook her head. "He didn't try."

Darren was looking uncomfortable like he didn't want to speak up, but he cleared his throat. "It wasn't fair for us to ask. Is there a single one of us here who could suppress our wolves and pretend to be less than we are? We can't ask him to do the impossible and then get mad when he fails."

Inga spoke up. "Darren, when the pack leader gives an order, we all have an obligation to try and obey. I agree with Meghan."

Xav was watching as usual, not saying anything. Naomi looked like she was analyzing the whole situation. Zeno, however, said, "I agree with Darren."

Meghan interrupted. "You boys always stick together on these things."

Darren snorted. "Dammit. I don't even like him. I think he's an arrogant, overbearing asshole, but I'm not wrong. It's been two days, and it's not working. Just announce that AIdan's an alpha and we live with the consequences."

"Too dangerous!" Meghan shouted.

I expected Drew to step in, but it was Naomi who stood up and moved to the center of the circle to get everyone's attention. She stared at each alpha in turn until they stopped talking. Then she said, "Strategically speaking, it's a mistake to hide Aidan's alpha status. It makes us look stupid or like we're trying to hide something. He's obviously alpha. We accept him, publicly. We present him to the pack and pretend we don't suspect he's working for Cromwell. Aidan can then use our acceptance to convince Cromwell he has us all fooled, that we're naive and too trusting. By elevating Aidan in the hierarchy, we make him more useful to Cromwell, and thus more useful to us."

There was some more conversation, but no one could refute her logic. Drew told Aidan to be seated. Then Xav explained that my wolf spirit had already manifested, ahead of the full moon. I also took a seat in the circle. Now there were ten alphas in our pack.

Then we discussed the other issue preying on some of our minds. We'd been informally polling betas. The general consensus was that the betas missed the mounting ceremonies, but they didn't miss the public humiliation.

After much discussion, Drew summed up our proposal. "We all acknowledge that the mounting ceremonies under Cromwell followed the traditional model. They were used to keep the betas completely compliant to the alphas. And they were used to establish a hierarchy among the alphas, with Cromwells chosen alphas mounting other alphas as if they were betas to demean them in front of the pack and to reduce their social and spirit power."

Everyone agreed. Even Aidan was in full accord.

Drew continued. "We - Zeno, Dawn, Darren, Meghan, and I - did away with the public ceremonies because of the way they were used, and also because I thought they were barbaric and unnecessary. I'll acknowledge freely that Dawn disagreed with me and that Xav thought I was throwing out too many traditions at once. So we allowed private one-on-one mountings to continue."

Dawn smiled and raised her hand like we were in a classroom. When all eyes were on her she said, "And we agreed that the females would continue our own version of the ceremony among ourselves because it had never been problematic for us, that it was the male alphas who were abusing their position."

I doubted that the females were completely innocent in that behavior, but I wasn't about to challenge Dawn like that. She could keep her illusions. But knowing the psychology of self-proclaimed alphas among the mundanes, I had no doubt that the guys were the worst offenders.

Drew was laughing like this was an old debate the two of them had held on many occasions in the past. Then he continued, ticking off points on his fingers. "So, we're proposing to use the model the females have been using, but to use it in front of the whole pack at the Gathers. All betas who choose to participate will be mounted by the alphas, and no alpha will pressure any beta to volunteer. The same goes for the alphas."

Aidan shook his head. "The betas will pressure each other to participate. We can't stop that. And we need to include the right of the pack leader to punish bad behavior..."

Drew inhaled deeply and then audibly let it out. For a moment, his newly empowered wolf spirit manifested. It wasn't visible to anyone but Xav and me, but everyone felt it and grew silent. "We won't use the mounting ceremony as punishment. In our pack the ceremony will be about reaffirming the bond between alphas and betas. It will be about the betas feeling like they're watched over by the alphas and about the betas showing loyalty to the alphas."

Xav gave him a look that seemed to convey an entire conversation. The brothers were like that. None of the rest of us could come near their closeness. I was glad that the ritual they'd just completed hadn't changed that in any way. I knew that both of them had been uncomfortable with it beforehand.

Drew added, "If a ceremonial degradation is necessary, we will make an exception to these rules, but only on a case-by-case basis."

Then Xav added, "And we don't need to announce the details to the betas, but here in this council we need to specify that alphas can choose not to participate in the ceremonies, but they cannot pick and choose. No alpha who participates can then refuse particular betas. The purpose of this ceremony is to make the betas feel like they're protected by us alphas, never rejected."

 

Xav didn't like topping, but he'd agreed to participate. Heck, he'd even agreed to perform sex magic rituals with the female pack members if they wanted them. I'd always thought of him as magically powerful, but somehow less strong or courageous when it came to other things. I couldn't have been more wrong. He was the most amazingly strong and courageous man I knew, and I was lucky to have him as a mentor.

He looked around and called for a vote. The council was unanimous. It felt like we'd come to a consensus and that pack unity was being strengthened. But I couldn't get over that faint smile that played across Aidan's lips when Xav supported him against Drew on the last point.

On the way back to campus that night, I rode with Drew and Xav. The truck had a bench seat, so it seated three. I asked, "Did we make a mistake with Aidan?"

Drew looked over and raised an eyebrow. "In what way?"

I sighed. "I saw the way he challenged you back there and he was really smug when Xav backed him up. It was like he was scoring points off you."

It was Xav who answered. "He was. You're used to Zeno and Darren. Zeno is in love with Drew and would never challenge him in public, and Darren is afraid of being seen as a rival to Drew. Aidan is just behaving like a traditional alpha. His constant pushing back against the pack leader doesn't mean he's disloyal or plotting to seize power. He's just establishing himself as the second. It's Darren's position he's gunning for."

Drew said, "Darren would kick his ass. He's done it already this year."

Xav shook his head. "If Darren doesn't push back against you sometimes, especially when you're wrong, he'll lose. This struggle isn't just about who can kick whose ass. It's about prestige. I could talk to him, but he doesn't always listen, except on spiritual matters, where he is one of the most attentive members of the pack."

Drew shrugged. "He'll obey if I tell him to do it, but I'm not sure the council wouldn't see through it. His body language would make it obvious that he's just doing it because I told him to."

I surprised myself. "I'll do it. I think he sees you as too spiritual for practical matters, Xav. And I think I can make him understand the political necessity."

Drew laughed. "Go for it, Simon. If you can convince Darren that politics isn't just kicking the ass of everyone who disagrees with you, you'll be doing the whole pack a service."

 

College Magic Cycle Characters

Fae

·        Domenic Chase. An elf from New York City who looks about 24 but is actually a couple of centuries old. He has an alien mindset that others find hard to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His skin is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes (like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth. He's physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and has strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms, although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran and beat up Simon. He's a sophomore despite having gone to the Academy with Seabstian. He started college just last year.

Mages

·        Mordecai Adler. A 50-year-old mage who is a high-ranking member of the custodes and of the American FBI. He's a powerfully built man with dark olive skin tone and black hair that is just beginning to turn gray at the temples.

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in the science lab.

·        Remy (Remuel) Adler. Micah's 20-year-old cousin, a low-ranking member of the custodes who lives with his father Mordecai and keeps his official records. He was Micah's lover at the Academy and has recently taken Micah as his slave.

·        Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is bisexual but prefers men. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·        Seth Gray. A junior who is majoring in classics. He and his sister are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

Mundanes (or Unknown)

·        Edward "Eddie" Mason. Kyle's 25-year-old brother.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·        Aidan Stringer (alpha). A sophomore staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man. Aidan is officially listed as a beta, but he's really an alpha. He claimed Chase Morris as his boyfriend/bitch and seems to be undermining the alpha leaders in some way.

·        Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). A twink beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.

·        Chase Morris (gamma). Aidan is a young high school dropout who comes from Middlebourne. He has dark hair that he wears hanging over his blue-gray eyes. His skin is very pale. He turns 18 on September 25^th (5 days before Ethan Lowry). He was a virgin at the beginning of the series but gets involved with Aidan Stringer.

·        Chloe Bartok (Beta). 20-year-old sophomore.

·        Conor Tighe (Beta). Sophomore beta werewolf with auburn hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and freckles. He's average height and build and he's studying biology.

·        Chuck Burns (Beta). A 20-year-old sophomore who lives at Wolf House and is a friend of Aidan.

·        Dawn Schiller (Alpha). A muscular blond woman who stands 70 inches tall. She's the female alpha of the werewolf pack and Drew's girlfriend. She is bisexual and usually has at least one girl on the side.

·        Darren Groves (Alpha). A 21-year-old college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's right hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this, Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.

·        Delia Smith (Beta). 21-year-old college junior who lives at Wolf House.

·        Drew (Andrew) Janowski (Alpha). A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.

·        Edgar Krause (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate in the dorms.

·        Ellen Parker (Beta). A 20-year-old junior who lives at Wolf House.

·        Francis Roper (Beta). A 36-year-old female werewolf who lives in town and often helps Xav out by organizing the cleaning and yard work at Spirit House. She's the girlfriend of Willie Combs.

·        Gordan Cooper (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and a friend of Adrian Stringer. Edgar Krause's roommate.

·        Howard Cromwell (Alpha). A large and muscular alpha werewolf in his mid-forties. He was the leader of the local pack before being drive out by Drew, Zeno, Darren, Dawn, and Meghan, with logistical support from Sebastian. He was a leader of the old school who ruled through intimidation. Under him the pack followed several traditions that Drew has tried to do away with. He originally came from New York. He is the werewolf who killed Ethan's father. After leaving New York he wandered around for a few months before settling down near the college.

·        Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman. Lalo's roommate.

·        Inga Martinez (Alpha). A 29-year-old Latina woman from Middlebourne. She's a little heavyset, but quite strong. She manages the Wolf House for Zeno, supervising work groups and organizing the business of running the house. Her younger brother Sammy is the cook at Wolf House.

·        Ira Cohen (Beta). 19-year-old college freshman. Good friends with Aidan Stringer.

·        Ivan Kovacs (Beta). 22-year-old who lives at the Wolf House. He's one of the Middlebourne werewolves. He works with Wilma Jackson at the local used car dealership and repair shop.

·        Jarod Stringer (Alpha). Deceased. Former right-hand man of Howard Cromwell. Darren and Meghan killed him in the woods before Drew challenged Cromwell for leadership. His younger brother is Aidan Stringer.

·        Kevin McNeil (Beta). 20-year-old college sophomore. An athlete with brown hair and fair skin. Roommate with Conor Tighe. Tammy's brother.

·        Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman, with a wiry build. Lalo is short for Eduardo. He has light olive skin tone, jade green eyes, and brown hair. He is friends with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class), and now the two of them are dating.

·        Lew Muller (Beta). A tall thin beta werewolf, with long brown hair, a beard and two black earrings with wolf head instead of a ball. He's a computer hacker who knows a bit about electronics. His major is English literature. He plays guitar and writes poetry. He was Benjy's roommate until he moved into the wolf house. He's a junior.

·        Meghan Connelly (Alpha). A female werewolf who is one of Kieran's watchers. She's Darren's best friend and she was one of the original 5 who worked to overthrow the old pack leader, Howard Cromwell.

·        Naomi Bentley (Alpha). A 27-year-old woman with long black hair and olive skin tone. She's very muscular. She was one of the Middlebourne werewolves. She's now the chief of security at Wolf House.

·        Samuel Martinez (Beta). A 23-year-old Latino cook who runs the kitchen at Wolf House.

·        Scarlett De Angelo (Beta). A 22-year-old graduate student who lives at Wolf House.

·        Shelby O'Brien (Beta). A 26-year-old professional bookkeeper. She lives at Wolf House.

·        Simon Carter (Alpha). A 19-year-old gay college freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy. After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.

·        Stella White (Beta). 19-year-old freshman. She is one of Aidan's friends. No relation to Tristan White the were-rat.

·        Tammy McNeil (Beta). 22-year-old senior athlete. Kevin's sister.

·        Vicky Garcia (Beta). A very short Latina were-wolf. She's tougher than she seems, and she really hates rapists. She's a 19-year-old sophomore.

·        Willie Coombs (Beta). A 40-year-old man with dark brown skin and mid-length hair that hangs in dreadlocks. He's Xav's man at the Wolf House and he works at the Marriott Hotel in the kitchen. He caters breakfast at Xav's house every day.

·        Wilma Jackson (Beta). 28-year-old mechanic in town at the local used auto dealership and repair shop. She gets Ivan Kovacs a job there.

·        Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Alpha). A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual experience as well as a physical one.

·        Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.

Places

·        Baylor Hall. A dorm building at Severan College which is used to house the mages and lupipelles (werewolves) on campus. The third floor is use by male supernaturals and the fourth by female supernaturals. The muripelles (wererats) refuse to use this dorm and they stay elsewhere on campus. The dorm has a dining hall on the first floor.

·        Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium in the Bayou of Louisiana.

·        Severan College. A fictional private college in fictional Severan Ohio. It was founded by the mage Aurelius Severan, originally to provide mundane college degrees to young mages. To accomplish this goal, mundane professors needed to be hired. Over time, the magical nature of the school became hidden behind a layer of mundane scholars and professors. The college sits near dead center of the numina flux zone that marks a weak spot between the worlds.

·        Severan House. The oldest building on campus, it was originally the home of Aurelius Severan, the mage who founded the college. Severan House contains offices, a museum, and several mage-only facilities, including a magic circle in the basement to make translocation spells more accurate. Students living at Ibis House and mages visiting from other towns and states use this circle to arrive in Severan.

·        Wolf House. A large farmhouse surrounded by row apartments used by werewolves to house wolves who can't or don't want to live on campus. It's governed by Zeno Schiller with the aid of a council of alphas. It's the headquarters of the Severan Pack.