The Last Wolves of Ossory Chapter 2

The Last Wolves of Ossory

Chapter Two: The Summer of '95

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Chapter Two: The Summer of '95

"Horse-shite!" cried the old Irishman. "What arse ya are, Sean Gallagher!" Connor glared at Seamus, but the older man continued. "Daniel Walsh killed your father. Make no mistake about that."

"Walsh may have landed the killing blow, but I put Dad there. I gave Walsh the opening. It was my fault."

"Sean-"

Connor interrupted. "I accept my blame, Seamus. I have lived with the guilt of it every day for the last 27 years. It's made me a better man, driven me to be a fair and just law enforcement officer, and to be the best father to my my sons that I can possibly be. I've accepted it."

Seamus said nothing. He could only look at Sean and wonder how he could believe that. The situation was worse than he had feared. The confrontation with Walsh was coming, and he needed Sean to be in the right frame of mind, or he would lose.

Connor looked to his three sons. He could read the worry on their faces. His wolf could feel the anxiety and fear they felt and knew it was for him.

"But, you are right. It's time to tell you boys some truths about me. These things I have kept from you, I have done that to protect you as a father should protect his sons. I never meant to be dishonest. You boys are my life."

Eddie reached out and put his arm around Connor. "It's okay, Dad. We know, and you know we love you no matter what."

Connor nodded. He started to speak then. At first, in fragments as he tried to find a way into his story. He spoke a bit about Ashburn, the small southern town where he lived. Then a bit more about his father. Some about the pack. After a while, he seemed to find a rhythm, as is the story was coming to life for him.

"I had just wrapped up two years of community college and submitted my application to the police academy. My father was fighting me tooth and nail. He wanted me to follow in his foot steps and go to law school but I wasn't interested."

"Do you remember that summer, Seamus?" The old man nodded, but said nothing more. Connor continued. "It was the summer of 1995, and I was a general disappointment to my father. But I was about to become a much more specific kind of disappointment."

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It was early in the afternoon and I was heading home after a long morning shift working at Johnson's feed store. I was tired, sweaty, and ready for a shower and cold drink. Most of my friends couldn't understand why I'd work slinging sacks of feed when my Dad had lots of money. They didn't realize that my dad approached most things in life like a contract negotiation. It's great if you are a lawyer, not so great when you are a parent. I didn't like the strings Dad liked to attach to his money. So I worked 5 days a week at the feed store, hauling grain and helping Ben Johnson keep the farmers happy.

My mind was on other things when I saw an old beat up truck with it's hood open on the side of the road ahead of me. I was about to drive on when something caught my eye. There was a young guy bent over the engine, his jean-clad ass sticking out. It was most definitely the kind of ass that could turn a guy into a good Samaritan. I pulled off the road just behind him. At the sound of my Jeep, he crawled out from under the hood and turned around. What I saw took my breath away.

He looked to be around my age, somewhere in his late teens or early 20s. He had shoulder length dirty blond hair that parted in the middle. Besides those tight jeans he had on a pair of work boots and a white tank top that showed muscular arms. He smiled, and it lit up his entire face. I think I must have sat behind the wheel of my Jeep for a good 20 seconds, not moving. I was just caught up in the beauty of this guy. He kept looking at me, probably wondering what the hell I was doing just sitting there staring at him. Finally I cut the ignition and got out.

"Hey there," I said. "Your truck giving you trouble?"

"Its not exactly mine, but yeah, it's shot."

"Not yours?"

"I'm a mechanic at Chuck's Garage over near Pleasant Hill. I ran it out here cause the owner was saying that it was making a noise. Got all the way out here and damn thing blew a head gasket."

As I walked closer to him, I could take in more details. He wasn't as tall as me, but still tall at six foot. He was clean shaven, and had a handsome square jaw. But what really got me was his eyes. They were the brightest blue I had ever seen on a guy.

"Need a ride?" I didn't even think, I just asked.

"Sure, as long as it's not too out of your way."

Pleasant Hill was the exact opposite direction than the way home, but I'd take this guy wherever he wanted.

I nodded back to my Jeep Wrangler. "Hop on in. My name is Sean."

"Dylan." He held out his hand, and I shook it. He had the callused hands of a working man, and a firm grip. I felt a shiver of desire at his touch. Damn he was sexy.

"Nice to meet you," I said as we shook hands. His eyes caught mine and I was pulled into those bright blue pools. He had the kind of eyes you could get lost in.

The moment passed, and we got in my Jeep. Next thing I know I'm on my way to Pleasant Hill with this hottie sitting next to me. I could feel my wolf starting to get restless. Dylan smelled like sweat, grease, and sex. Time for small talk.

"So you seem like you are an awfully long way from work."

"Yeah, I got into an argument with Chuck."

"That doesn't sound good."

"He fired me. Thought this would be a good way to cool off."

"In one of the cars from your now former employer?"

"Sure."

"You don't think that sounds a little...felonious?"

"Nah, Chuck's my uncle. He fires me all the time." Dylan smiled.

"So we don't have to worry about the county mounties coming after us?"

"Nope. He always rehires me. He don't have anybody else half as good as me." Then he gave me an evil grin. "Besides, I know too much about the off the books stuff Chuck gets up to on the side."

"Damn."

"It's sweet that you're worried."

I blushed but inside my wolf growled low and hungry. "Who's worried? I just applied to the police academy. I got to keep my nose clean."

"A narc, huh?" He laughed. "Damn, I guess I should have kept my mouth shut about my uncle."

"Don't worry. Your secrets are safe with me." I could smell it now. Attraction. Maybe a little lust. "Any secret."

"How do you know I have secrets, officer?"

"My keen powers of deduction."

He said nothing, but smiled enigmatically.

It was pretty good distance to Pleasant Hill, yet somehow it seemed like the drive was over before it had even begun. Dylan and I fell into an easy conversation that ate up the time. He was smart, funny, and seemed to be just as interested in me as I was in him. I was disappointed when I pulled up in front of Chuck's Garage. I expected that he would jump out, but instead he just sat there.

"Thanks again, Sean. I owe you big time."

"It's no problem at all."

"Hope you will let me make it up to you."

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Here." He pulled a grease stained business card from from his pocket. "You got a pen?" I handed him one and he scribbled something on the back. "Call me tonight and maybe we can work something out."

He handed me the card and our hands brushed. I smiled. "Sounds good."

He jumped out and shut the door. I watched him walk into the garage and again I marveled at his muscular ass. I started the engine and drove home, thinking about what had just happened. Was this sexy guy as interested in me as I was him?.

I was surprised to see Dad's car in the garage when I got home. While it was now late afternoon, it was still too early for him to be home. I walked into the kitchen and heard him on the phone in his office.

"Mr. Tandee, I appreciate the offer...yes, it is quite generous...I can see it would be very lucrative. Mr. Tandee, as I told you three months ago, I only represent the collective who owns that parcel of land. And they have expressed to me that they are not interested in selling at this time."

I wasn't trying to listen in, but I could tell my Dad was pissed about something. He was using his happy lawyer voice, the one he used when I didn't want to express what he was a really feeling.

"Out of curiosity, who told you that there was the possibility of reconsideration? Daniel? I see. Thank you Mr. Tandee. If anything changes you will be the first to know."

"Dad," I called out from the kitchen, letting him know I was home.

"I'm in here," he responded. I wandered into his office.

"You're home early. What's up?"

"Had some pack business to take care of. And you are very late. Everything ok?"

I nodded. "Yeah, everything is fine. I stopped to help a guy that was broke down out on Hillcrest Road."

"Hmmm, that's nice of you." he replied. I could tell that he was already moving on. He had a way of dominating a conversation that drove me nuts. Partially that was due to him being an Alpha, a natural born leader. Partially it was due to him being a lawyer, able to twist a conversation in whatever way he wanted.

"Guess who I saw this morning."

I sighed. "I have no idea."

"Ellie's dad. She'll be home from Boston towards the end of summer."

Oh boy. I knew where this was going. It's like watching a train wreck where you know that nothing can change the outcome. Dad had made up his mind years ago that Ellie and I were going to end up together. There was just one, very serious problem with that. "Yeah, she mentioned that the last time I talked to her."

"You know, she's in her residency now. She'll be a doctor soon. She's a real catch."

I tried to head off the inevitable direction of this conversation. "Dad, we are just friends. We have always been just friends."

"Just friends? Sean, you aren't a teenager anymore. It's obvious that you two are meant for each other."

This was well worn territory. There was a pretty big divide between Dad's vision for my life and what I actually wanted for my life. "Dad, it's not like that."

"Well. I just hope you don't wake up one day and realize how much time you wasted just being friends. You never know how much time any of us get. You know, your mother and I..."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. This wasn't about my mother. She died when I was five. This was about him, and his expectations for me: married with children, a junior partner in his firm, pack Alpha-in-waiting. If I hadn't had such an unexpectedly good afternoon I would have probably gotten into it with him. Instead, I let it go, and interrupted him before he could really build up a head of steam.

"Dad, I need to shower. I'll talk to you later."

Honestly, I knew that walking away would make him madder than any argument.

I spent the rest of the early evening in my room. At some point, I heard Dad talking on the phone, then he left. More pack business. The full moon was still a week away, but my encounter with Dylan and left my wolf restless. I decided that I would shift and go for a run, but first I needed to make a call. I dialed the number on the grease stained business card.

"Hello, is Dylan there?"

"You got me. This Sean?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks for calling."

"So how pissed was your uncle?"

"Much like Abe Shelton's truck, he blew a gasket."

I laughed. "And are you still unemployed?"

"Of course not! It all worked out. I went out with one of our wreckers and brought in the damn thing. I'll have it fixed in no time."

"That's good."

"Except, I still owe a certain someone an as yet undetermined favor for roadside assistance."

His voice made me grin like a fool. "You really don't. I mean, I was happy to help."

"Oh no. I'm gonna get on your good side now before you have the ability to arrest me.

"And why would I have to arrest you?"

"Pleadin' the 5th on that question! How about you let me take you out."

"Dinner?"

"Sure, we got Molly's here in town. About the best burger in the tristate area."

"Okay. When are you thinking?"

"How about tomorrow night?"

The next day was a Saturday, and I was off work. "Sounds good."

"You twenty one?"

"No, not for another year."

"No worries. We can still cruise around, see what sort of trouble we can get into."

I laughed. "Okay. It's a date."

My heart leaped into my throat. Fuck! I didn't mean to say that, it just slipped out.

But he either didn't catch it or he didn't mind me saying it. He just continued. "Well alright. Why don't you meet me at the garage around 6:00 on Saturday?"

"Sounds good, I'll see you then."

Freudian slip aside, I was hopeful that it was a date. In the meantime, I stripped off and headed downstairs. My wolf was as excited about the day's developments as I was. By the time I reached the back door I was already shifting. First my were form, tall and powerful. Then my wolf form, thick dark fur on a massive canine frame. We were out the door and running through the night, trying to burn off some excess energy.

The next day was relatively uneventful. I slept in late, which was nice. Dad was gone when I woke up, so I just bummed around the house. We had a pretty nice home gym, and I tried to get a work out in, but my mind kept drifting to my plans with Dylan. I took a shower in the afternoon, and spent some time figuring out what to wear. I finally settled on a pair of shorts and a back t-shirt that I thought looked particularly good on me.

I was getting ready to head out when I heard the garage door open and voices talking in the kitchen.

I headed in and saw my dad and Seamus in the kitchen, deep in conversation.

"Hey son." Dad looked troubled, but Seamus broke into a grin.

"Sean, m'boy! Haven't seen ya in donkey's years."

I had to laugh. It had only been a few weeks since the last time I had seen him, but he always greeted me the same way. When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the way he spoke, with his accent and weird Irish sayings. "Hey Seamus."

Seamus was dad's right hand man. He had moved to the states sometime in the 70s, one of the last members of the pack to leave Ireland. Apparently he might have stayed longer if he hadn't been running from some sort of trouble. At some point, he fell in with my Dad and they were best friends from then on. I had known him all my life, and he was one of my favorite people. He always had a smile, a dirty joke, some old story from Ireland, or good gossip. It always felt like nothing bad could happen when Seamus was around.

"Lord, Connor, what are you feeding this lad?" He poked me in the chest. "They do grow em big here in America, I'll give you that."

Dad didn't seem like he was in the mood for jokes.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine, son."

Seamus gave a sarcastic laugh. "Why not tell him he truth, Connor? Tell him how the mayor is a miserable little pox."

Dad looked thoughtful for a moment. Seamus continued. "Weren't you just sayin that it was time that Sean took on more pack responsibly?"

"What's going on with Walsh?" I asked.

Daniel Walsh was the mayor of our town. The thing about him was that he wasn't much older than me. He had graduated the year before I entered high school. His Dad, George, had been mayor and a member of our pack. He'd been killed in a car accident two years ago. His son ran for his Dad's office and to the surprise of the town, was elected.

Having a pack member as mayor had always been beneficial to the pack. It helped us exist alongside regular humans and not be discovered. Unlike his father, Daniel was proving to be difficult to work with. He seemed to have his own ideas about running the town that didn't always line up with the needs of the pack. Daniel and my father had butted heads a few times, but something about this seemed different.

There was genuine anger in my dad's eyes.

"He defied me."

That was unexpected. In the pack, you can have different opinions, arguments, even fights. But the one thing you never do, you don't defy your Alpha outright.

"Why?"

"Seamus nodded approvingly. That's a proper question. Not `what did he do' but `why did he do it?' The what don't matter when then why is the root of he issue."

I loved Seamus, but sometimes I had no idea what he was talking about. Dad could see my confusion.

"Son, a few months back Walsh brought in a land development company. They want to develop a parcel of land on the northwestern part of Yamacraw forest, closest to town."

"But that's pack lands."

"Yes. Walsh pushed hard. Development there would add a sizable number of homes to the town."

"But we use those woods when we shift. We run there."

"Of course. I turned them down. Then something strange happened. A few pack members approached me, each saying that I should reconsider. Then a few more came to me saying that Walsh was putting pressure on them to talk to me."

It still didn't make sense. "But why?"

Seamus broke in. "Cause Walsh would sell his own mother it there was profit in it, lad."

My dad shook his head. "It's not about the money. He's thinking about his political ambitions."

"So what are you going to do?"

"We are having a little meeting tonight. Us, Walsh, a few others. We are all going to get on the same page. No more going behind my back. You should stay, son."

There was a small part of me that would have loved to see my Dad put Daniel Walsh in his place. There was a smugness about him that had always bothered me. But my wolf and I had other plans. "I can't Dad. I already have something tonight. I was just heading out."

Dad nodded. I could tell he was disappointed. Seamus just laughed.

"Too right. Let us old men eat the head off Daniel Walsh. You got a hot date, lad?"

"Nah, just meeting up with a friend." I tried to play it off but Seamus's wolf was very astute. He could tell I wasn't being completely forthcoming. He was giving me a look, like he was peering into my head.

"Friend, eh?" He smiled slyly. "What's her name, and does she have an older sister?"

Dad shook his head and grinned. "For you, maybe an old spinster aunt."

"Feck you, Connor Gallagher. I'll have you know that the American female finds my witty Irish charm nigh irresistible."

I left them to bicker and headed out before I revealed more than I intended. Letting them think I was out with some girl was fine. I would't, couldn't tell them the truth.

In the pack, the most important thing was family. Since our ancestors immigrated to the states back in the 1800s, our pack had grown from a handful of disparate farmers to group of over 200. We were a thriving community within the community. Wolves both male and female would carefully choose mates, ones that could keep our secrets and bare our young. This was especially important for the pack Alpha.

My problem was simple. I wasn't interested in finding a girl and making babies. While I loved the idea of having kids of my own someday, I wasn't interested in girls at all. No one knew my secret except for Ellie. I think that is the reason we were able to stay friends even though I knew how she felt about me. It was the only real secret I kept from my Dad. I knew that he was already disappointed that I wasn't following the carefully constructed plan he had made for my life. I couldn't add my sexual identity to that. Not yet.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head as I drove to Pleasant Hill. By the time I pulled up in front of Chuck's Garage, my mind was on one thing: my evening with Dylan. He was waiting out front wearing a t-shirt for some metal band and a tight pair of jeans. In that moment, he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. My wolf agreed. I could feel myself getting hard just looking at him. I knew then that I was in trouble.

I finally got out of my Jeep. I couldn't stop myself from smiling. "Hey there," I said.

"Hey yourself. You hungry?"

I was most definitely hungry, and not just for food. "I could eat."

We didn't waste any time. We jumped into his truck and we made our way across town to a place called Molly's Diner. We picked a booth near the door and sat down. A waitress came over almost immediately and greeted Dylan by name while putting a couple of glasses of water on the table. She was pretty, with a petite frame and pretty eyes. I had a little flash of jealousy when I saw the way she looked at Dylan.

"Hey there, Dylan! Who's your friend?"

"Hey Heather, this is my new buddy Sean."

The waitress smiled at me. "Hello cutie. Why you hangin out with this problem child?"

I nodded. "Problem child, huh? Sounds about right."

She laughed. "He's got your pegged, Dylan! Be right back."

She rushed off to another table and Dylan just shook his head. "I don't know what she's talking about. I'm innocent little lamb."

"Who gets fired on the regular and steals trucks."

"Now you know there are perfectly rational explanations for all that."

"Yeah, perfectly innocent."

He was looking at me with those big blue eyes. "Well, I never said I was innocent."

My heart skipped a beat. I could feel a heat in my chest, and I could tell he could feel it too. It was more than just friendly banter. It was flirting. It was attraction. And I could tell that it was mutual. I held his eyes with mine and replied, "I sure hope not."

I had to cheat then. I let my wolf senses take in every detail of him. I cold smell the sent of attraction rise from him. I could see his eyes widen imperceptibly. Tiny fluctuations of his skin above his carotid artery showed his pulse increasing. He was trying so hard to play it cool, processing the implications of my reply.

Then he broke out in the biggest smile. "Maybe I can show you later?"

"Absolutely." No hesitation. I wanted him bad. And he wanted me. It was all there, written in the scent of our pheromones in the air.

Just then, I heard a voice call my name.

"Hey there, Sean."

I looked up and saw Daniel Walsh waking towards the booth. Of all the people to run into, of course it had to be him.

Daniel Walsh was not a bad looking guy. He was about 5'11", and kept himself in good shape. He had played basketball back in high school and he had played a little in college as well. Generally, people found him to be the All-American type of guy. But there was always something about him that bothered me, even before he became the mayor. He had this smile that never really made it to his eyes. It was a politician's smile.

I couldn't stand the guy, and here he was intruding on my date.

"Hey Daniel," I said.

"What are you doing way out here?"

Nosey fucker. It really was none of his business, but it did make me wonder just what the hell was he was doing here.

"I'm just having dinner with a friend. What about you? You are long way from home, Mr. Mayor."

His smile never left his face, but I noticed his eyes shifted to a booth at the back of the diner. I didn't recognize the person sitting here.

"Well, Molly's burgers are famous. I've been trying to get her to relocate to Ashburn. Or at least franchise."

"Guess I'll find out shortly." I was frustrated, and annoyed. Dylan and I were having a moment and he interrupted with his smug face. I decided to push his buttons. "Dad mentioned that he has a meeting with you tonight."

"Did he?"

"Yeah. He seemed pissed about something."

"Well, you know I love your Dad. He's a real asset to the town, but temperamental and stubborn. Old fashioned."

He still had the smile but the eyes were all suspicion now. I saw him sniff the air. I had to hope his senses weren't as good as mine.

"So who's your friend, Sean?"

Dylan leaned across the table and extended his hand.

"Dylan Sinclair."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Daniel Walsh."

"Right, the mayor."

"That's right. Well, I'll let you two get on with your dinner. Be seeing you Sean."

He gave one of his fake smiles and walked back to the booth were he sat down with the stranger.

Dylan was smirking. He landed over and whispered, "Chode."

I laughed. " Noticed that, huh?"

Dylan must have sensed something about the whole exchange was off. He asked, "You need to get out of here?"

I shook my head. I wasn't going to let Walsh ruin my night. "And miss the best burgers in the tristate area?"

So we stayed. The rumors were true; the burgers were damn good. Hell, if Walsh could get Molly to open up a place back home, I would've actually considered voting for the ass.

Eventually, Walsh left with his own dinner companion, a guy in a suit that stuck out like a sore thumb. I did not like the way he was looking at me with a smirking, knowing, look. It made me nervous. I would be careful, as I always was. He could suspect anything he wanted. He didn't actually have anything on me.

After dinner, Dylan and I cruised up and down main street in his truck. This was the primary form of entertainment on a small town Saturday night. Windows were down and the radio was up. Dylan seemed to know most everybody. He would nod or wave to other cars as we drove along. Sometimes a song would come on and he would sing along. He had a really nice voice. I wasn't much for cruising, but the company made it worth it. After a while, he asked if I wanted to check out a place he knew. I said yes.

About twenty minutes later we were out of town and sitting in an empty field on the edge of some woods. He got out and dropped the gate on his truck. He hopped up and sat on the edge of the gate, pulling a battery powered lantern from somewhere. I joined him on the gate. We were close, just not quite touching. The evening was warm, but not yet the swampy heat of late summer. There was a feeling of anticipation in the air. It was like each of us was waiting on some sign from the other.

Dylan pulled a flask from somewhere and offered it to me.

"Drink?"

"I'm good, thanks."

He took a drink then nudged me gently with his arm. "Regular goodie two-shoes."

"Only sometimes."

"Well, maybe I want to see you be bad."

I was quiet for a moment. "Maybe I should show you."

He looked at me, his eyes on mine. "Maybe you should."

The next thing I know, I'm leaning in, and he's right there. Our lips touch, and I felt this surge of joy. I reached over, and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, as if I was afraid he would pull away. I didn't want that kiss to end. But he pushed forward, his mouth opening, his tongue finding mine. I felt a strange and powerful feeling from my wolf, one of possession. I dismissed it, as I was pretty distracted by the kissing.

I lost track of time. I don't know how long we made out, but we were pretty caught up in it. Finally, we both seemed to need to come up for air. I was immediately caught up in his eyes again. How could eyes that blue have so much fire in them?

"Damn Sean, thought you were going to show me bad. That kiss was nothing but good."

"I've wanted to do that since I saw you by the side of the road."

"I"m glad you did."

We were quiet for a moment. The night was dark, and the lantern only made so much light. But the stars were bright overhead, and the moon shone above. I felt a need to say something.

"I've never kissed a guy like that."

"Me either."

I hadn't. My experiences with guys were pretty limited. Small town life didn't exactly provide lots of opportunity to explore. Most people were as far in the closet as I was. Still, I had fooled around with a few guys, mostly getting my dick sucked. For my 18th birthday, I took a road trip to Atlanta, and had a good time while I was there. But even with all that, I hadn't ever kissed a guy. I had never felt this way before.

He reached over, placing his hand on my thigh. "Want to get more comfortable?"

I smiled. "Yeah.

He got into the back of his truck and pulled out two sleeping bags, He began unrolling one in the truck bed.

"You came prepared," I said.

He gave me an innocent smile. "I like camping."

"And you just happen to have two sleeping bags?"

"Well, you can lay on the bed of the truck if you really want."

"Gimmie the bag."

Soon we were laying side by side. He turned the lantern off, and it was just the two of us in the darkness. The vault of stars stretched overhead, and the waxing moon hung in the sky, still days from being full. There was only the sound of the slight breeze blowing through the trees and and night sounds of the woods. It was quiet, and we didn't say anything. I reached over, and took his hand in mine. "Are you okay?"

"Honestly, I'm kinda nervous."

"Why?"

"Don't know. I don't normally get nervous around hot guys."

"You have no idea how hot you are to me. You got nothing to be nervous about."

I leaned over and starting kissing him. It was just as as good the second time, maybe even better. We both had a confidence that we didn't have earlier. The mutual hunger we both felt added heat to it. I grabbed him, pulled him close, never letting our lips part. He was in my arms and it felt right. I could feel his hardness grinding against me. I let him slide his hands over my jeans and get a feel of me. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him.

At some point while we were making out, we started taking off our clothes. I had shucked my shoes, jeans and shirt, leaving me in just my underwear. He was down to his briefs, and his large lump wasn't leaving much to the imagination.

He broke our kiss, and slowly kissed his way to my ear. He sucked the lobe between his teeth, and gently nibbled there, before whispering a question, "Can I make you feel good?"

"You can do anything you want," I replied.

He kissed his way down my body until he got to the waistband of my boxers. They didn't do much to hide my dick. Dylan pulled them off, and my cock popped up.

"Damn, that's a monster."

"Yeah, puberty hit me like a Mack truck."

He didn't reply. Instead, he started kissing the head of my cock. They were soft kissed, his soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin. He moved from the tip to my balls and back again. He was driving me crazy. Then I felt him take the head in his mouth, his tongue gently lapping at the precum that had gathered there. I let out a moan of pleasure.

He started sucking me, taking more of my cock in his mouth. I knew I was too big to take far, but he was working some magic on me. I was getting close way too fast. I pulled him away.

"Wait," I said. "That felt way too good."

"So?"

"Come up here."

I reached down and guided him back up my body. We kissed again. I loved the feeling of his skin against mine. I realized he was a still in his underwear and I started tugging them off his hips. He managed to get them the rest of the way off. I reached down and started stroking him while we made out. He had a beautiful eight inch cock. I wanted to taste it. I rolled him over on his back and now it was my turn.

I used my tongue to lick his neck down to his chest. I took a detour to his left nipple, slowly circling it with my tongue. I wrapped my lips around the hard nub, letting my teeth slightly drag across the sensitive skin. Goosebumps rose up on his skin. I did the same to the right nipple, getting the same reaction. After teasing his nips, I kissed my way down his torso until I was face to face with his cock. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my lips around his dick, getting my first taste of his precum. Even without enhanced wolf senses, he tasted like the sweetest dessert.

My wolf was having a blast. Sex is always interesting to a wolf, but I kept getting strange feelings from mine. There was desire and eagerness. Those are normal to a horny wolf. But I also kept getting those occasional feelings of possession. Like my wolf wasn't just content for a good fuck. My wolf wanted Dylan. My wolf wanted to make him ours. I didn't even know what that meant, as it was a completely new sensation.

I sucked him as deep as I could and I could hear him let out a gasp. I worked my tongue along his shaft with thrust, giving him all the pleasure I could. I couldn't quite get his entire length, but I got most of it. I was working him over pretty good when he suddenly pulled away.

"You are going to make me cum."

"I think that's the idea," I replied.

"Can we..."

"What?"

"Sixty-nine?"

I didn't reply, but moved my body so that we assumed the position. His cock in my face and mine in his. Neither of us wasted any time getting our mouths busy. He was amazing, sometimes taking me deeper than any guy I had ever been with. At one point I could feel him slip me deep into his throat and I almost lost it. I worked his cock with lips and tongue, savoring the taste of him. I had never felt such desire.

I wanted anything he wanted to give me. I wanted everything he had to offer. I wanted to be buried balls deep in his ass. I wanted his cock deep in my throat. I wanted it all. In that moment, more than anything else, I just wanted him.

Finally it was all too much. I felt my climax coming. I didn't stop sucking, and I didn't pull away. I wanted him to taste me. I started shooting, and he sucked every drop. That pushed him over the edge, and my mouth was flooded with his cum. It was a huge load, and I loved it.

We both fell back onto the sleeping bags, panting and out of breath. After a few moments, he moved around and curled up next to me. I wrapped my arms around him. We lay like that for a while, neither of us saying much. It was nice to be like that, naked and with someone special. And I realized that Dylan was special. After a while, he spoke.

"Are you okay?"

"More than okay. That was amazing."

"Yes it was."

"I'm not such a goodie two shoes after all, huh?"

"Well, good is a relative term," he replied with a laugh. There was a long silence before he spoke again. "I gotta ask. Is this like a one time thing, or..."

"Or what?"

"I guess, I'm trying to say that I hope this isn't a one time thing."

I laughed, "Well, give me fifteen minutes and I'll be ready to go again."

"Ass."

"But yeah, I don't want this to be a one time thing either." I paused, trying to find the right words. "Truth is, I like you. And I want to spend more time with you."

"I"m glad to hear it." He reached up and kissed me, and soon our tongues were wrestling. He was a damn good kisser. Then he said, "Fifteen minutes, huh?"

The second time was ever better than the first.

After that night, we were pretty much inseparable. We ended up spending every weekend together. At night we would drive out somewhere and fool around in the back of Dylan's truck. When we weren't together, he was all I could think about. June slipped away, and July turned into August. The longer we were together, the more I realized that I was falling in love with him.

Things seemed to improve with my Dad. Walsh was keeping in line, and things with the pack were running smoothly. Dad had even began discussing my upcoming enrollment at the police academy. I knew in his heart he still wanted me to go to law school, but at least he was beginning to respect my right to make my own decisions. That felt good.

Despite my misgivings about Walsh, I didn't see him again the rest of the summer. I figured that he was avoiding my Dad, and I was reaping the benefit. I was still cautious, but feeling more relaxed about being discovered at Molly's.

Everything was pretty close to perfect. Of course, that's usually when things go sideways.

It was early August.

Dylan had an engine rebuild that was keeping him busy, and asked me to meet him at the garage around 8:30. I was running late, so it was about a quarter till when I arrived. The outside lights were out, but Dylan had asked me to come around to the back and come in. I hopped out of my jeep and made my way to the back door. I just went in, and was about to call out his name when the words died on my lips. Dylan was standing with his hands up, a large, scraggly looking man was holding a pistol to his chest. The man turned to me and asked, "Who the fuck are you?"

My wolf surged forward, and I was barely able to keep it in check. It was furious that anyone would threaten our Dylan. As the weeks had gone by, my wolf had become increasingly possessive of him. I managed to sputter out, "I'm a friend of Dylan's."

The man gestured with his head, telling me to stand over next to him. I moved slowly, not just because I was worried about Dylan getting shot, but because with each step my wolf was fighting me to come forward. I had not felt such a loss of control since I was first learning to shift as a young teen. The rational part of my brain wanted to try to defuse whatever this situation was. My wolf wanted to tear this guy's throat out.

Dylan must have thought I was scared. He looked at me and said, "It's okay, Sean. Everything is gonna be alright. Just stay calm."

The scruffy guy with the gun had other things on his mind. "So where's the stuff?"

"I told you, there's no product here. This is all legitimate business. Just broken down cars."

"Bullshit."

"You need to think about this real careful. Chuck is my uncle. Do you have any idea how pissed off he's gonna be if he hears about this?" The guy seemed to hesitate. Dylan continued, "I'm his nephew. Walk away, and he don't have to know."

I was starting to get a clearer picture of the situation, and much clearer picture of Chuck. I knew the guy wasn't exactly a legit businessman, but I had to wonder just what all he was mixed up in, and if Dylan was mixed in too.

The big guy was getting nervous.

"You are lying."

"Chuck's desk is in that office back there. There's a picture of my mom and me on it. Go look for yourself."

The guy didn't move. He still had the gun leveled at Dylan but he seemed to be thinking. My wolf was still trying to take control, and every moment that passed I felt my grip slipping away. My senses were in overload. I could smell the fear and anxiety coming off the intruder. It was was becoming clear that he was now terrified. I had to try to defuse things. "Just take off, man. This doesn't have to be a shit show."

The guy edged his way to the back of the garage, keeping his gun on us the entire time. I thought for a moment about making a move, just to get Dylan to safety. But I was afraid he would try to stop me. He didn't understand that he was in much more danger than I was. From the office, I heard the guy whisper to himself, "Fuck me."

I could hear the guy's heart rate spike, as panic set in. That's when I knew trouble was coming.

"Dylan get behind me."

The words were no sooner out of my mouth when the guy came out shooting. I pushed Dylan down. I felt something hot hit my stomach, but I didn't think anything of it. I got Dylan behind one of the cars that were sitting in the garage. The intruder didn't wait to find out what happened. He just ran out the back door.

I turned to Dylan, frantically checking him to see if he had been hit. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

"Yeah."

Except I wasn't. I had been shot in the gut. And as the adrenaline wore off, the hot feeling in my stomach started spreading and getting more intense. The room swam around me, and I found myself sprawled on my ass.

"Sean? Sean!" Dylan was immediately at my side. I glanced down and saw a large, red, wet spot growing on my shirt. The smell of the blood hit me. Dylan looked panicked. "Sean, I'm going to call 911, okay?"

That was not okay. I grabbed for Dylan's arm. "No, don't. I'm fine, I just need you-"

He interrupted me. "You are not fine! You are fucking bleeding out!"

He wasn't wrong. I was not fine at all. I was losing blood fast. I just needed to shift and my wolf would easily heal me. But first, I needed Dylan to leave. I couldn't let him see me.

"Listen to me, I really need you to do this. You have to go outside now. Whatever you hear, don't come back in till I call for you."

"There is no fucking way! I'm calling 911 right now."

I tried to grab for him, but he pulled away.

"Dylan please!"

He looked at me. I could see the anguish and confusion on his face. Then I felt it: the shift was starting. I was out of time. My wolf was coming. There was nothing I could to do to stop it now. I looked him in the eyes. "I'm so, so sorry. Please don't freak out, I'm a were-." I couldn't finish before my wolf charged forward.

The number one law of our pack, constant and immutable: never allow a human to see you. The corollary to that law: any human that sees us cannot be allowed to live. I was shifting. Nothing could stop that now. But in doing so, I was consigning my lover to a death sentence. I would have bled out to keep him safe, but my wolf would never let that happen.

I tried to watch him as I shifted to my were form. I tried to keep my focus on him, even as the fur spread over my body, as my face contorted and changed, as my bones broke and reformed. I have always been a big guy, and as a werewolf I was massive. I felt it come then, the sensation of raw, primal power that comes from the shift. I-We felt our clothing tear as our body changed and grew. We looked at Dylan with eyes that were now a golden yellow. We could see the fear on his face and it broke our heart.

But the shifting process had stopped the bleeding. We could feel the bullet worm its way out of our body and fall to the concrete floor of the garage. Within moments, we were completely healed.

We still lay sprawled on the floor, afraid to move. Dylan was staring at us, at the monstrous lupine form that had once been his boyfriend.

Finally he spoke. "Sean?"

We nodded slowly. Hesitantly, fearful that any sudden movements would scare him off, we stood up. He slowly approached us. He was afraid, but also confused and curious. All of this we could smell on him.

"What are... you're a werewolf?"

We nodded slowly.

We-I wanted desperately to shift back, to have vocal cords, but it was still too soon. Too much power was still flowing through us.

He took another step closer. We towered over him. There was still fear in his eyes, but also curiosity. To our great surprise, he reached out and touched us. He felt along our stomach, looking for the bullet hole. We gently took his hand, guided to the spot in our fur where the wound would have been. There was only dark hair.

"That's amazing."

He continued touch us, exploring and it was starting to drive us crazy. We could feel our hardness growing in our tattered shorts. I was grateful we had shifted to our were form, where I was at least a copilot instead of our wolf form where I would have been a glorified passenger. I put all my effort into shifting us back.

He stepped closer, looking up at us. "You aren't going to eat me, are you?"

We growled low, and shook our head. Eating him was not exactly what was on our mind. We felt that surge of possessiveness. He was ours. Our Dylan.

"That's good. I mean, you are fucking terrifying, but also kind of hot." He looked into our eyes. "My very own werewolf."

It was too much. He smelled so good. We wanted him. We wanted to mate him. For a moment, we almost lost it. We could take him, but not like this. We pushed him away, and I forced the shift. I knew my wolf would be pissed and my body would feel like shit in the morning, but it was for Dylan's protection. The power surged, and my body contorted. He watched me transform, shrinking back down to human proportions. Moments later, I stood before him, nearly naked, gasping from the effort of the shift.

Dylan had a goofy grin on his face. "That is quite a fucking parlor trick!"

I smiled despite myself. I grabbed him, and pulled him in for a long kiss. He felt so good in my arms.

"I was so scared for you. I hope I didn't, I mean, does this change things between us?"

"Sean, you took a bullet for me. Nothing is ever going to change the way I feel about you, how much I love you."

He loved me. It should have been a moment of joy, knowing he felt as strongly as I did. Instead, my stomach sank as the anxiety began to grow. The law of our pack loomed above my head like the sword of Damocles. It dictated that he could not live knowing what he now knew. The law said I should kill him, for the protection of the pack. But that was something I could never do.

"Dylan, you can never tell anyone about what you saw."

"Of course I won't."

"No, you don't understand. Others like me, they would kill you if they knew. I am serious."

He smiled, and looked at me with those bright blue eyes. "Don't worry. I'm good at keeping secrets."

I pulled him in and kissed him again. I pushed the anxiety away. I loved him, and if necessary I would protect him. I would do whatever it took to keep him safe. On that hot August night, he learned my deepest secret and loved me for it.

*******

Connor paused and looked into the fire. It was a long time before he continued. "I broke pack law, but Dylan was my world. I was young, and in love, and stupid. I thought we could keep everything a secret. I was so very wrong."

The morning had slipped away as Connor told the tale of the young man he once was. Seamus was right: there was some magic in the telling. Connor wasn't just telling the story, he seemed to be reliving it. The three boys were engrossed in the story. But for Eddie and Billy, who had known their father their entire lives, it was a revelation. Zack also paid close attention, but not so much that he couldn't sense Seamus's phone going off in his pocket. He found it interesting because the old man's pulse increased each time it happened. Zack's sense of unease was growing.

Billy spoke. "Why don't we take a little break. I can make some sandwiches for lunch."

Connor nodded. "That's a good idea."

Everyone stood, and Billy and Connor made their way into the kitchen. Zack took Seamus's arm and held him back. Eddie noticed, and stayed as well.

"Seamus, is there something we should know?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, lad."

Eddie looked to Zack. "What's going on?"

"Who's is calling you? I can hear the vibrations of your phone."

"I have no idea-"

Zack grew frustrated. "Listen, I brought you back here. I trusted you. You said no more lies. There is some danger coming, I can feel it. Now tell me."

Seamus was quiet for a long moment. "There are forces at work here, lad. Powers beyond you or me."

"You better start getting specific, Lucky Charms, or we are going to have a real problem."

"Fine! Where would you like me to start? It's only a few millennia of pack history to unravel."

"How about we focus on just the relevant details?"

Seamus sighed.

"There is so much you lads don't know. If only I could sit you down and tell you the tales, proper-like. But I'm out of time.

A quick look of sorrow crossed the old man's face, but it gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced with a look of determination. "You are a wolf of Ossory. We all are. Have you ever asked yourself, where all this power comes from?"

Zack interrupted. "Hang on, I've heard of them before." The first time Zack had encountered a werewolf, he had no idea that they were real. He spent a week looking up everything he could find online, from Romany curses to wolfsbane. He have even ordered some silver bullets from an Etsy shop. Along the way, he had learned about the many cultures from around the world who had werewolves as part of their mythology, including Ireland.

Zack continued. "The Wolves of Ossory. Weren't they cursed by St. Patrick?"

"Ridiculous. Our pack goes back to ancient times, long before St. Patrick or Christianity. Werewolves weren't cursed, we were created by a goddess called The Morrigan. And she is unhappy about the state of her pack."

"How do you know that," Eddie asked.

Seamus just waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. She has set events in motion. She wants a new Alpha for the pack. She intends to bring your father and Daniel Walsh together.

"This is the guy who killed our grandfather?"

"Yes."

"And you told him where to find us?"

"I would never!"

"But he's calling you."

At that moment, the phone in Seamus's pocket began to buzz. He took it out, holding it with distaste. "Aye, he is. I think the poxy bastard may have followed me."

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