The Prodigal and the Pack

Chapter Nine

Welcome to final chapter of The Prodigal and the Pack.    Please be sure to read the author's note at the end of the story.    Thanks again to everyone who responded to this story and for coming along on this journey.    I very much appreciate your feedback, comments, criticisms, or general support.    You can contact me at dsm_76@yahoo.com.    Your support is important, and lets us writers know to keep writing!    I really enjoy hearing from you.

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Part One: Zack

The week before Thanksgiving break was insane.    I had three group projects and two papers due.    I hit the ground running on Monday morning and the next thing I know its Thursday night.    The dorms were starting to empty out as people headed home for the Thanksgiving break.    My Friday class was canceled in advance, so I had the day off.    I was glad, because Friday night was going to be huge.

So last weekend I had sex with my father. That sounds so weird.    Not the sex part, although I suppose that would also qualify.    I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that I have a birth-father, but I didn't feel the doubts that I felt before.    I couldn't deny the connection I felt with Connor Sinclair and his family.    I don't know how to describe it except right.    I felt right with them, like I belonged.    The phenomenal sex didn't hurt either.

I woke up Friday morning with all these thoughts in my mind.    Tonight was the night.    Tonight, I was going to become a werewolf.    Mr. Rational was going to go beast-mode.    I'm not going to lie, I get a little freaked out when I think about it too much.    But all week Billy and Eddie have been teaching me about werewolves and sharing their own experiences. They have been helping to calm my nerves. Connor (I'm not really ready to call him Dad yet) calls me every night.    He always asks if I'm okay.    He's always letting me know that I don't have to go through with it.    I think he's worried I'll regret it. But I've made up my mind.    No turning back.

Connor explained his idea last weekend.    He believes that I need to be around other wolves, particularly the Alpha wolf.    Connor says that once my wolf senses the Alpha, it will awaken.    So they are going to take me on a run.    I ain't going to lie; the idea of running around in the woods with three wolves, regardless of how connected, or how right I feel when they are human, has me a little nervous.    But here lately I'm going on trust a little more than used to.

So Friday morning, I was enjoying staying in bed and not having to be up early for a morning class.    I heard my phone getting several text messages, but I was ignoring them.    A bed always feels more comfortable when you are free from obligation.    Eventually I grabbed the offending technology to see who was bothering my lazy-time.    It was Eddie with a list of text messages.

`Look outside.'

`Call me'.

`You are sleeping aren't you?'

`Call me as soon as you get this!'

I felt a little spike of fear.    Look outside?    Was something wrong?    I opened the blinds at the window and looked out. The view from my dorm room had been transformed, and a light dusting of white covered everything.    It was snowing!    I called Eddie.

"Good morning."

"Hey are you at your dorm?"

"Yeah, I just woke up."

"Are you packed?"

"I am, what are you so worked up about?"

"Did you look outside?"

"Yes, I saw the snow. I'm from northern Illinois, remember?    A little snow doesn't bother me."

"Maybe, but what about eight to ten inches?

"Depends on what you're doing with it."

"Snow, you perv!"

"I'll head out in a bit."

"Nope.    I'm coming to get you.    I'll be in Dad's Ram. Gotta love the 4-wheel drive, bro!"

"Okay.    Text me when you get here, okay?"

"See you soon."

I hung up and started getting ready.    After last weekend, I decided to spend my holiday break with my new birth family.    The plan was to wake up my wolf then enjoy the Thanksgiving break.    I hoped the snow didn't mess with the plans too much.    By the time I had a week's worth of clothes and toiletries, Eddie was texting me.    I headed down stairs.   

He was waiting for me.    Even bundled up in his winter gear he was a hottie.    He grabbed my bags and put them into a huge pick up.    As soon as we were both inside he leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss.    Damn, he was a good kisser.    That kiss went straight to my dick.

"Missed you, bro."

"Missed you too." I replied.    The really weird thing was I meant it.    I missed him, missed Billy, and I missed Connor.   

"Lets go."

We had to make a stop before heading to the house.    Billy was planning a Thanksgiving feast, and the oncoming storm had moved up his shopping schedule.    He gave Eddie a long list of groceries.    The place was a mad house.    People were in full `bread and milk' mode.    I was happy to help knock out Billy's list, but it took forever to check out.    The entire time we were in the store the snow kept falling.    As we left the store there was a good two inches of snow on the ground.    It was coming down at a steady pace.

I was glad that Eddie came to get me.    By the time we drove up the long gravel driveway to the Sinclair house, there was another inch of accumulation, and it seemed like it was coming down harder.    We got everything out of the truck and Billy was waiting at the door.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for another long kiss.    He smiled that sexy smile that got me hard again.    These two boys were driving me crazy.

"Let me help."

Soon we had all the groceries unpacked and put away.    I asked Billy about my things.    He escorted me to their guest room.

"This is your room."

"Thanks."    I started to put my bags down, thinking I'd unpack. Billy continued.    "And when I say your room, I mean that this is Zack's room for now on.    It is officially decommissioned as a guest room.    This is your home."

I was oddly touched by that.    I gave Billy a big hug.    "Thank you."

He smiled mischievously .    "That doesn't mean that you will always be sleeping in here though."

"Oh really?    Intriguing."

Once I had settled in, I went out to the living room to find the two brothers watching local news.    "What's up?"

Billy replied.    "It's getting bad.    Dad called. He's going to be late."

"Are we still going out tonight?"

Eddie just laughed. "Snow won't stop us.    But you better bundle up, little bro.    You don't want to freeze off anything important."

"All my parts are staying right where they are.    And speaking of which, since we have some time to kill, my parts could use some attention."

Billy shook his head.    "We can't.    We are under strict orders from Dad.    We behave until tonight."

Frustrated, I sat next to them to watch television.   

It was just after six when Connor came home.    By then we were all starting to get a little anxious.    Hell, I was a jumble of nerves.

"Hello boys!"   

We all rushed to greet Connor at the door.    It was like episode of Leave it to Beaver if they were all gay werewolves. Connor took off his boots and left them by the door.

"Sorry I'm late.    It's a mess out there.    If I hadn't already requested the time off I'd still be at the station.

Eddie shook his head.    "Will you have to go back?"

"Nah. I'm home for the night.    I'll check in tomorrow."    We all walked into the living room.    Connor must have felt my anxiety. "How are you doing, Zack?"

"Nervous, but excited too."

"Good.    We won't make you wait too long.    Why don't you boys make some hot cocoa and put it in a thermos, and I'll take a shower."

Billy took over when we got to the kitchen, quickly whipping up a large saucepan of milk, cocoa, and a little cream.    Eddie made a bottle of whiskey appear and added a healthy pour to the mix.   

"Is hot cocoa a normal part of the wolfing process?" I asked,

"Not necessarily, But you'll be thanking me later when you've shifted back to human and you're freezing your sexy ass off."

After the cocoa was secure in a large thermos, Connor appeared, fresh from the shower and naked.    Not that I was complaining.    The man was a damn work of art.

"Ok, Zack.    Ready to get started?"

"I hope so," I replied nervously.

"Good.    We are going to shift to our wolf forms. The idea here is that the longer you are exposed to our wolves, the more likely your wolf will awaken. Just keep in mind that our wolf form is our most primal.    We have the least amount of control.    They won't hurt you intentionally, but they are wild.    And bundle up, it's cold out there. Okay?"

"Lets do it."

I pulled on a pair of boots and a heavy winter coat.    While I was bundling up, the others were stripping naked. The fireplace in the living room was roaring, and I was starting to get hot.    Eddie opened the back patio door with a laugh. "Last call for opposable thumbs!"

Then I found myself surrounded by my new family. My father stood before me, with my brothers at my side.    I won't lie, I was really nervous.    I also felt this powerful feeling of anticipation.    Oddly, it felt like that feeling was coming from somewhere else.    Almost like it wasn't my feeling at all.    Then they shifted.

I couldn't take my eyes off Connor.    He is a big, intimidating guy, but nothing could prepare me for watching him shift.    He seemed to swell, his muscles straining and flowing into new shapes.    The hair on his body got thicker, then it wasn't hair at all.    It was dark fur.    He seemed to lean forward, and his center of gravity shifted until he was standing on four legs. His handsome face was gone, replaced with a large canine muzzle filled with teeth.    And he grew.    These weren't ordinary sized wolves.    These were freaking Game of Thrones direwolf-sized monsters!   

Then it was over.    I was standing in the living room with three huge wolves.    They were standing with their heads level with my eyes.    A long moment passed where no one moved.    Then Connor walked slowly to me.    He took his large head and began to rub himself up against chest.    I could tell it was affection.    I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding.    I brought my hand up and ran it through the fur on the top of Connor's head.    It was dark grey, as dark as grey can get before it slips into black.    It was also amazingly soft.    Then Eddie and Billy were surrounding me, sniffing and rubbing their heads against my body. They had similar coloring as their dad.    It was overwhelming.

Then, Eddie and Billy were out the door.    Connor gave me a slight push with his muzzle. So I followed them, and Connor was right behind me.    The patio behind the Sinclair house had a stairway leading down to the woods below.    When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Connor came up behind me and began to lower himself between my legs,    I was confused, until I realized he wanted me to climb up on his back.    I was going to ride him like a horse.   

As soon as I was seated on him, he began to run.    I grabbed a hold around his neck and hung on.    We were suddenly rushing through the dark woods, snow flying.    I couldn't believe the speed.    I gripped harder.    It was like riding on a large fuzzy motorcycle. I could see Eddie and Billy keeping pace with us, weaving in and out of the trees.    It was incredible.    I could feel the power of the wolf beneath me.

I also felt something in me, a strange excitement.    It seemed far away or deep inside.    It was a restless, wild feeling.    I wondered if that was the wolf that they kept talking about.

I don't know how long we ran like that.    Time seemed to slip away from me, creating weird gaps.      But despite the warmth that Connor seemed to generate, I was suddenly feeling the cold.    It was getting harder for me to maintain my hold on Connor's neck.    Somehow Connor must have sensed something was wrong.    The next thing I know, I see a light in the distance.    It was the house.    With a leap, Connor carried me up the stairs an into the house.    He stopped in front of the fireplace.    I tumbled off into the floor and absorbed the heat from the flames.   

I noticed that my muscles were stiff.    How long was I out there?    I was frozen and completely soaked through. I pulled off my gloves and boots and sat down. I looked at the clock. Somehow two hours and passed.    Fuck.    Where did that time go?    Connor came up behind me and leaned against my back.    I decided I needed to get these wet clothes off.    I started stripping, and soon I was naked.    Eddie and Billy soon appeared.    The shook off the wet snow and joined us by the fire.    Soon I was surrounded by three wolves.   

For a moment, I thought about what it looked like.    A naked teen completely surrounded by dark fur.    I wished they had a mirror on the ceiling so I could see that.    It had to be a sight.    Between the wolf bodies and the fire I was warming up nicely.    But as I warmed up, a sobering thought defrosted out of my brain: I hadn't shifted.   

I felt movement as one of the wolves stood up.    He started to shift and I realized it was Billy.   

"How are you feeling?"

"Better," I replied.   

Eddie shifted too, leaving only Connor.    He seemed reluctant to leave me.    He kept me wrapped in his warm body. I felt the need to reassure him that I was fine.    Only then did he shift back to human form.

So there we sat, four naked dudes, in front of a fireplace.    It would be sexy.    I mean, it was sexy.    Except my mind was on something else.

"It didn't work, did it?"

Connor put his big arm around me and pulled me close. "It's okay, Zack."

Billy snuggled up next to me.    "How are you feeling?"

"Fine.    I mean, I got cold.    And I feel like I lost some time out there."

Billy looked at me.    "What do mean?"

"One minute we were running away from the house, and the next minute we were running back towards it.    It didn't feel like two hours at all.    I don't remember..."

Connor smiled.    "You didn't lose that time.    It was your wolf."

"But I didn't change!"

"Not yet.    Maybe you just need a little more stimulation."

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Part Two: The Sinclairs

Connor took in the room and his sons.    He could sense Zack's frustration and sadness.    Billy and Eddie were agitated and a little horny, not usual for a human post-shift.    Connor had an idea, but he had not discussed it with his sons. He had been cautiously optimistic that he wouldn't need to.    But, desperate times call for desperate measures. 
 "I'm going to assume that Eddie doctored up that cocoa?"

Eddie said nothing but grinned and wagged his eyebrows.   

"Everybody have a glass and let's talk.

Soon the four naked men were gathered around the fireplace, drinking the spiked cocoa, and getting warm.    Connor cleared his throat.

"Zack, I have an idea.    It's a little out there."

"What kind of idea?"

"Another idea to stimulate your wolf."

"Okay.    Why do you seem so weird about it?"

"Its a little extreme.    And not something I've ever tried before."

Eddie and Billy looked at each other, then their father. "What are you talking about, Dad?

"Billy, when did you sense Zack's wolf?"

"When we were having sex."

"Right.    And when I was with Zack last week, I felt Zack's wolf when he climaxed."

"Wait a minute, you think I can orgasm my way to my wolf?    If that was true I would have had a very confusing puberty."

Connor looked steadily at Zack. "I think you need your wolf fucked out of you."

There was silence.    All three boys seemed shocked.

Finally Zack spoke. "Um, wow.    What does that even mean?"

"I was told that you need an Alpha to stimulate your wolf.    That only a wolf can wake up a dormant wolf.    I thought maybe just exposing you to my wolf form would be enough.    But maybe you need a more direct stimulation."

Eddies eyes grew wide.    "Wow."

Zack shook his head. "I'm an open minded guy, but um..."

"I'm not suggesting you have sex with my wolf.    That would be incredibly dangerous."

Zack laughed nervously.    "Whew!    For a minute there..."

"I'm suggesting you have sex with my werewolf."

"Oh. Huh..."

Eddie interjected, "Okay, hold up.    Let's not go crazy here.    Maybe we just need to give him more time."

Billy said nothing.

Connor replied, "Everyday that passes increases the chances of failure."

Eddie seemed skeptical. "Yeah, but that's... I mean, we have never..."

Billy spoke quietly, "It could work."

Connor turned to Zack. "Its still your choice Zack.    We can try this, or we can wait.    We will do whatever you want."

"I mean, how would that even, you know, work?"

"Honestly, I've never done it as a werewolf.    This is uncharted territory for me."

There was a long pause while Zack seemed to weigh his options.    But he was nothing if not determined.    "Okay.    I want this.    I made up my mind.    Let's do this."

Connor nodded. "Is it okay if Billy and Eddie stay?"

"What, to watch?"

"To watch out for you.    I have a great deal of control over my werewolf. But they will be there as extra protection for you."

"You are not being super reassuring right now."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, they can watch." Zack laughed nervously. "Ya big pervs."

Connor nodded, before drinking his cocoa in a single swallow.    He moved the coffee table away from the sofa, clearing a large space in front of the fireplace.    Then he turned and looked to Zack. "Ready?"

"What, no flowers? Chocolates? Steak dinner?."

"Don't worry, you are going to get plenty of meat."

"Wow. Connor with the jokes. Stay in your lane, sheriff."

Connor didn't reply. Instead he began shifting.    Even though he had just seen it earlier, Zach was still amazed at the process.    It happened so quickly!    One minute the handsome sheriff was standing there, then he was gone.    In his place stood a massive creature.    Easily over eight feet tall, the werewolf was covered in the same dark fur that covered Connor's wolf.    But unlike the wolf, which was large but familiar to the natural world, there was nothing natural about the werewolf.    It was a hybrid, standing on two thick digitigrade legs, with two long arms, and long canine face.    The werewolf retained Connor's thick musculature, with a thick furry chest and abdominal muscles.   

Zack's first reaction was fear.    It...Connor...was monstrous.    But underneath the fear, something else was happening.    Zack felt a sort of low excitement.    A tingle that ran down his spine to his balls.    He looked at the creature's form.    Yes he was monstrous, but also sexy.    He could feel his attraction to Connor pulling him towards the beast.    He looked down.    The creature had a thick furry sheath where Connor's dick had been moments before.    Was he really going to do this?    He glanced over to Eddie and Billy but they looked as lost as he felt.   

"Okay, big guy.    Can you understand me?"

The creature growled a low yes.

"How do we, you know, start?"

The creature said nothing, but pulled Zack close and wrapped his arms around him.    Zack took a deep breath, and was struck by the unusual musk.    It wasn't bad, just different. Powerful. He found himself starting to get hard.    Zack ran his fingers across the broad chest.    The werewolf's dark fur was just as soft and inviting as Connor's wolf.    It felt good.    Then the creature picked up Zack began licking his face.    It was weird, but not bad, he thought.

The he gently placed the naked boy on the carpet in front if the fireplace.    Suddenly the beast was between Zack's legs, lifting them up.    He could feel the hot breath on his groin as it licked his cock, then down to his exposed hole.    Zack remember the last time he had seen werewolf tongue and the naughty thoughts about what it could do.    Now he was about to find out.

He felt the long, slippery tongue press against his hole.    A moment or pressure then it began to snake deep inside.    Zack let out a low moan.    It was and incredible sensation, as the thick, wet muscle of the werewolf tongue slowly worked his hole.    He glanced to his left and saw Eddie there, slowly stroking his cock.    He looked to his right and saw Billy doing the same.    Zack lost track of time as waves of pleasure rolled through his body.    Then he felt a sudden emptiness as Were-Connor removed his tongue.    He looked up and saw him move into position above him.    A sudden pressure filled his wet hole.    Then a pop, as the thick head entered.   

Zack gasped at the invasion.    No amount of tongue play had prepared him for the monster cock.    It was big, bigger that Connor's human cock.    He took deep breaths as it breached him, filling him up.    His bothers could tell that Zack needed them, and they each began to rub his chest, tweaking his nipples and stroking Zack's arms.    Zack felt himself open, taking more of the creature's dick. Zack wasn't sure how long it spent in that slow, initial thrust.    Again, he seemed to lose time.    The next thing Zack knew as that the was full, fuller than he had ever been. Then Connor began to thrust inside.

Connor watched carefully as he began to slowly fuck Zack.    He felt a powerful urge to rut, to fuck him without restraint, but he knew that was his wolf.    Instead, he continued a slow, steady motion, in then out.    The boy threw his head back and groaned.    Connor could tell that he was riding the edge of pain and pleasure.    Carefully, so very carefully, Connor slowly ramped up his speed.   

Part Three: Zack

Holy fucking shit balls.    I was getting fucked by a werewolf.    He was huge, and I wasn't entirely sure how much of this I could stand.    Yet my own dick was hard as a rock.    Billy and Eddie were rubbing all over me, teasing my nipples, helping me as much as they could.    Yet this fucking beast was stretching me to my limit.

He was picking up the pace now, thrusting into me.    Each time he did, it was as if I would get to the edge of my ability continue, then he would pull back.    I almost called out to stop, when I had another weird blank moment.    It had happened a few times since we had started.    It was like watching a video with a segment cut out.    Time seemed to skip. By the time I had realized it had happened, Connor was suddenly fucking me harder, and I was more acclimated to his huge size and pace.    Something weird was happening.

Then I felt it.    Something hard was hitting against my hole with every deep thrust.    What the fuck was that?    It was getting harder, and more insistent with every thrust.    It was big, like a part of his dick was swelling up.    Oh fuck, this is too weird.

That mass hit my hole one last time, and suddenly it popped inside me.    I felt my climax hit me unexpectedly, my balls releasing.    I started to howl in surprise.    It was then that I realized that my voice had changed.    There was nothing human about the sound I had made.    It was the howl of an animal.   

I was changing.

For a moment, I went away.    It was like I was inside myself.    I could feel eyes in the back of my mind, a pair of golden wolf eyes staring back at me. I could feel it moving through me.    In that moment I realized that it had been there my whole life.    I thought back to hundreds of dance lessons, rehearsals, where some complicated dance move required coordination, skill, poise; I had drawn on this presence.    It was a presence that some part of my subconscious had always known about.    But now it was aware, and moving.    As it passed through me, from the back of my mind to the front, I felt my body convulsing.    My wolf was free.

Connor must have pulled out of me, because he was standing over me, his weird shaped dick spraying me with his cum.    Eddie and Billy were shooting too.    But while they were cumming, I was continuing to change.    The muscles in my body were moving around, my limbs were stretching, my hands becoming claws.    Light grey hair was growing from my skin, creating a pelt of fur    It should have been painful but instead I was filled with an incredible warmth.    For a moment, I felt a pause, like I had reached some halfway point.    Then my wolf was there, pushing forward.    The shift continued.    My claws disappeared, and suddenly I had paws. My spine shifted, my arms and legs attaching in different ways.    Then it was over.

I was not an I anymore.    I was a we:    Zack and wolf.

We lay there on the floor, panting.    We both had to get used to this.    We looked around the room, and saw both Billy and Eddie were shifting too.    Conner was watching with what we assumed was a look of pride.    We felt a strong urge to run.    We went to the door and Connor opened it.    Eddie and Billy lead us outside.   

When we got outside, we realized that all of our senses were cranked up to eleven.    We could smell everything.    We could see everything.    We felt strong, fast, full of wild energy.    The night no longer felt cold to us.    We could see the fur on our legs and feet.    Unlike our siblings, we were a light grey.    We wanted, needed, to run.    But we needed our Alpha.    Connor joined us, now shifted to his massive wolf form.    He took the lead, and we ran into the night.    Unlike earlier in the night, we weren't riding on another wolf's back, we were the wolf.    The night was filled with a million things to see, smell and taste.    We would't stop until we chased them all.   

We ran late into the night.    We ran as a pack.    At some point we returned to the house and the four of us crashed.

I woke up the next morning in my dad's bed. Connor was there, and so were Billy and Eddie. Of course we were all naked.    I must have been the first one to wake up.    These boys were definitely not morning people.    It was great to feel them against me, our touching skin sending a powerful energy of connection.    Eddie stirred and rolled over, spooning against my back.    He pulled me back against him with a large arm, his semi-hard cock resting against my ass.    Billy was snoring gently on the far side of the bed.    Connor's solid form rested in front of me.    He was so damn handsome.    I studied him as he slept, looking for traces of my own face in his.    There was something, maybe my nose, but little else.    I didn't inherit my physical traits from my father, but I did inherit something much more important.   

I let my mind wander back to last night.    I was a werewolf now.    Even this morning, just laying in bed, I could feel my wolf inside me.    It was a presence, but I knew I could reach back, and he would come forward.    We would shift.    I knew I had a lot to learn about this power, but I had a pack, a family that would teach me what I needed to know.    For now, I wasn't thinking much about the future, or dwelling too much on the past. For now, it was enough that I was happy.   

That brings us to the here and now. It's a rare thing in life when you can recognize when you are closing a chapter on one part of your life, and starting a brand new, very exciting chapter.    Things would never be the same.

So let me get two things out of the way, here at the end of this chapter.    Thing One: I know that you didn't believe any of that was a true story. And that's okay.    The rational mind rejects things that it knows are impossible.    It's probably better that you think this was all just a bunch of bullshit. Safer for you too. Thing Two: werewolves are real.    I should know, I am one.    The rational world is nice, but behind all that is a world of magic. Sometimes a random encounter with a monster in the woods can wind up with with you finding a long lost family.     

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Epilogue: Zack

We were able to dig out of the snow on Saturday.    The advantage of being the county sheriff is that they pretty much make plowing your road a priority. Connor, Dad, was back at work at the sheriff's station dealing with various crisis that the heavy snow had caused. I was looking forward to the week off from school, and spending Thanksgiving with the Sinclairs.

It was nice spending time with my new family.    I started getting Werewolf 101 lessons from my brothers.    Eddie would spend hours talking about how to hone in on different senses when shifted.    It would be easy to dismiss Eddie as a muscle head, but the truth is he is a natural athlete.    He gets so much of that from his wolf.    He taught me about managing my strength, and what my different forms were capable of.

Billy is the spiritual, sensitive one.    He was teaching my his yoga techniques, and helping me to make my first steps towards controlling my wolf.    Billy knows more about the natural world than any human biologist.    Billy was teaching me about my instincts, and how to trust my wolf.   

At night we would run, and each time I shifted I gained an increasing confidence in my abilities.

There are still a lot of things I haven't figured out yet.    I'm not sure what to tell my adopted family.    I'm trying to figure out a cover story, maybe something to do with one of those ancestry DNA websites.    It needs work.   

For now, I'm happy.    I woke up this morning in my father's arms.    My two brothers were beside me.    Each touch confirmed the bond I had with all of these men.    And in the back of my mind, there is a pair of shining golden eyes.    A force of nature that even now yearns to run in the woods, to feel the wind flowing through our fur, to chase, to be free.    I've found my pack.    I have found my home.   

Epilogue: Connor

Connor wandered into the dining room to see what was going on in the kitchen.    The moon was full tonight, so they were planing an early Thanksgiving feast.    Billy and Zack were hard at work preparing the meal.    Eddie, on the other hand, seem to alternate between offering moral support and being a pain in the ass.    He smiled at his sons, and left them to their cooking.

As he walked by the kitchen table, he noticed a stack of mail from the previous day.    He sorted through it, mostly junk.    But one envelope caught his eye.    It was addressed to Connor, but the text was handwritten in a spidery scrawl, with no return address.    `Who writes letters?' Connor thought to himself.

He opened it and took out the single sheet of paper within.    As he read it, his blood ran cold, and his worst fears were realized. In just a few words, Connor felt his life threaten to come crashing down.

Dear "Connor"

Just a note to tell you, I have my ways too.    Be seeing you.

Seamus

Connor glanced towards the kitchen.    The boys were still busy.    Connor slipped the letter back into the envelope and walked to the fireplace.    He placed it into the flames and watched it burn.   

The past doesn't always stay in the past, thought Connor. He needed only to look as his new-found son for proof of that.    What other surprises were waiting to emerge from the wreckage of his youth?

A sudden anger surged through Connor. Let him come, he thought. I've got three powerful wolves at my side. Seamus O'Rourke may find he's bitten off more than he can chew.    The old man just may choke on it.        

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Author's Note

This is the end of The Prodigal and the Pack.    When I started this story, it was a simple tale of a young man finding his long lost family, and a family finding a long lost son; but ya know, with sexy werewolves.    In that regard, the story is complete.    What started off as a simple horny werewolf story grew in the telling.    I ended up creating backstory, history, conflict, and mysteries that just didn't fit in the main narrative.    I realized I wasn't ready to abandon these characters, or all the readers who have reached out to me.   

You see, once upon a time there was a young man named Sean Gallagher.    Something terrible happened to him.    He ended up moving far from his home, changing his name, and living as a completely different person.    I wanted to know why, and I think you do too.    I think his story needs to be told.

So I'm happy to announce that Connor and his pack will return after a break in a new story called: The Last Wolves of Ossory.

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Thanks again for reading.    If you like this story, check out some of my other stories here on Nifty:

Dads Into Leather: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dads-into-leather/

Devin's Bed and Breakfast: http://nifty.org/gay/sf-fantasy/devins-bed-and-breakfast/

Monster Quest: http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/monster-quest/

The Carnival: http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-carnival