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Hunting Wolves Ch. 01

By: partwolf



Author's Note: All people are over 18. Later chapters will be in the Non-Human category. Enjoy and give me your votes and feedback!

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Doug's Story

I zipped the pack closed and tossed it onto my back. I was in a hurry, and Lissa was dragging her feet. If we didn't get going soon, the traffic to the North Shore was going to be brutal.

"Lissa, is your pack ready? I'm loading up the car." She came out of my bathroom in the basement of my parent's house and brushed against me as she went to the closet. She could still take my breath away despite the three years we have been together, her firm breasts straining against the Aussie Floyd T-shirt over cutoff shorts. She was nearly as tall as my six foot frame, with tanned legs and a muscular butt that came from years of playing volleyball. She was smart, funny, great in the sack and was driving me nuts.

She pointed at the pack by the door and went to get a light jacket from her closet. Even in the middle of summer, the wind coming off Lake Superior could quickly a hot summer day into a cool fall one. It was best to be prepared for anything. "Doug, do we really have to go camping? Can't we just stay in a hotel?"

"Nothing is open on a busy summer week. I was lucky to get a campsite by a small lake, even though we have to hike six miles to get to it. Anything accessible by vehicle or canoe portage has been booked solid for months." I pulled her back against me as she zipped up. "I've missed you. I need to spend some time with you away from the Corps, away from your roommates and away from your parents. A few days in a tent will do that."

"I'm not sure I'll like it. Will they even have cell reception there?"

"Probably not, this place is pretty far away from civilization. You'll just have to talk to me." I didn't want her to have any other distractions. We had a big fight last night- yelling, calling each other names, even throwing stuff at the wall. The neighbors had called and told us if we didn't tone it down they'd call the cops. Of course, it was over my job. She had put up with my time in the Corps but hated the Marines. She wanted me out when my enlistment was up in January, and wanted me to move back home and find a job. I was a Scout Sniper with two combat tours under my belt and fourteen confirmed kills. I loved what I did. I couldn't leave it.

And so we fought. My Dad once told me that if you want to know if a woman can be your wife, take her camping. You would see her without makeup, without friends, without anything but you. Either you worked together well or you would ruin the relationship forever. Make it or break it.

I'd grown up in Duluth, Minnesota, and my Dad was a hunter. We spent many a weekend in the north woods stalking deer, wild turkey and even moose. It was this time that taught me patience and planning. The sniper training had honed both to a peak; I could remain motionless for hours. I once told her dad that I could hide in his backyard and he'd never see me. He laughed and bet a case of beer on it. That Leinenkugel's tasted great after he stepped on me.

I'd met Lissa when she came down with her parents to visit her brother, who was going through Scout Sniper training with me. The attraction was immediate and intense, despite 'the code' I was found a way to spend time with my buddy's sister. She snuck out of her hotel room after her parents were asleep and met me in the bar. After an intense few hours that included doing body shots off her flat stomach, I guided her up to my room and proceeded to screw her into a puddle for the rest of the night.

Her brother Joe was pretty pissed at me when we got back to base. I told him that I had her number and I was calling her and we were going out again, and if he didn't like it he could just try to beat me up. He didn't, but left the option open if I hurt her. Lissa told him to stay out of it, she liked me and didn't need his help.

We became close when I was on leave after completion of Scout Sniper school. It was an incredible week, but then I had to report back and a month later our platoon was heading to Afghanistan. I wouldn't see her until seven months later. I was escorting Joe's remains back to Madison where they lived. Our tent was hit by a mortar while I was out using the head; by the time I got to him I could only collect the pieces.

I did all I could to comfort her, but she blamed the Marine Corps for taking her brother, and now her boyfriend was heading back to the 'Stan as well. That was the point where I started to see that she was going to force me into a choice I didn't want. She was frantic at the airport, and her letters were strained. Now that I was back, I needed some serious time with her to talk all this out. In some ways I was hoping for rain so we wouldn't be able to leave the tent.

We finally got going about 0500, the top of my 2002 Mustang Convertible down as we enjoyed the drive north. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and her long legs in those tan shorts were driving me to distraction. We parked at the trailhead about noon, and shared the picnic lunch she had packed before grabbing the packs and heading up the trail. I let her lead the way, I told her it was because I wanted to let her set the pace but mostly it was because her legs and ass were so fun to watch. I was pretty horny by the time we got to the campsite.

It was pretty nice, the 200 acre lake was too far from any others to bother portaging. The rangers had said we were the only ones in the area, so we had all the privacy we could want. After getting the tent setup up and sharing a quick dinner, I took her hand and led her down to the water where we found a spot to look out at the setting sun.

"I've missed you so much," I said as I gently stroked the inside of her thigh. "Every day I got up the first thing I thought about was you and spending time like this with you." I cupped the side of her face and turned her to me, looking deep into her eyes, seeing the anger and lust warring within her. I chose lust. Leaning in, I took her mouth like a landing at Iwo Jima. I dominated her, pulling her butt into my lap as I plundered her mouth. She responded in kind, the need was great for both of us. I lifted her shirt off and tossed it into a nearby bush, followed quickly by mine. She didn't wear a bra, so immediately my mouth and hands were on her tits as she ground her sex into my hardon.

"Fuck, I need you so bad baby, just take me hard. I need you in me right now." I didn't have to be told twice, so I stood up with her and tugged our shorts and shoes off. I sat back on the fallen log and turned her around, pulling her into my lap while my hands reached around to cup her breasts again. "Fuck you're tight!" She smiled back at me as she slowly dropped down onto my shaft. I reached around with my right hand to spread her lips as she worked her way down, then back up a little before going down further. We both sighed as I bottomed out in her.

I grabbed her hips as she rose up again, until the tip of my cock was barely in her, then pulled down strong and buried myself in her again. She moaned, and started to milk my length with her silken channel as she slowly lifted herself up again. My eyes were glued to her toned ass as I watched my length slowly reappear from her. The pace slowly quickened as her moans became near continuous. She was starting to lose control of her movements as she got closer to coming, so I took over the motions more and slid her forward and back in my lap. My fingers were torturing her erect clit with circular motions as I drove her to the edge. She came with a scream, then another. It was enough to push me over too, and I yelled as I started filling her with my cum. By the time I was done, she was having trouble catching her breath and she collapsed back into me. I just sat still and let her contractions milk the last few drops from me until we could move again.

My hands were around her stomach when she looked up at me and kissed me again. "My God, I've never come that hard in my life! I love you, and I love your cock in me." I kissed her slowly and started to stroke her again, the remains of our love seeping out into my lap as I moved. "You're not going to..."

"Yes... yes I am." I stood her up, turned her around, and pulled her up and back onto my cock while my hands squeezed both her butt cheeks. "I have an idea, though..." I slowly walked towards the lake, bouncing her gently on me as we went. She soon figured out where I was going.

"DOUG! THE LAKE IS FREEZING COLD!!" She started to struggle against me, but I just hugged her tight to my chest and kept walking and screwing. She started to screech when we got to the water and her legs caught the first splashes. She wrapped her legs around his waist, but it didn't help as he kept moving into deeper water. I stopped after every step and gave her a few more strokes, she was wiggling all over the place to get free but she was also incredibly wet, and I knew she was enjoying that part of it. 

Finally, I got out to the point where I was holding her firm ass just at the level of the wave tops. She was clinging to me for dear life, and that was perfect for me as I started to hammer the hell out of her tight pussy. I could feel the scratches she left on my back and arms as she struggled to keep herself out of the cold water when all her body wanted to do was to let go. I pounded her some more, then took a few more steps. 

She was screaming at me as her body was suddenly submerged to shoulder level, that last step was a doozy. I didn't care, no one could hear us and her pussy wasn't lying about how much she was enjoying it. It felt incredible as I drove in and out of her, the contrast between the cold water and her hot sex was driving me to go even faster. I let go of one cheek and started playing with her left breast, my thumb flicking her rock hard nipple as I gently squeezed the rest. Her screaming had now become less about the cold and more about me; after a few seconds her body had started to get used to the cold. I grabbed her neck and blocked her screams with my tongue as I started to jackhammer up into her. She started to seize up as her orgasm crashed into her, and the vise-like grip of her inside muscles on my hard length pushed me over the edge too. I started to come hard, and leaning back a little I lost my grip on her as my foot slipped on a rock. She grabbed for my shoulders as she fell backwards, leaving long furrows from her nails on my upper arms as she slipped away.

"YOU FUCKER!" She wasn't happy with me as she came back to the surface. "I'm freezing!"

I laughed and gathered her back into my arms as I carried her back out of the water. "I guess I'll have to take you to bed and warm you up then." 

I set her down in the shallows so she could clean the mess and pee before we went back to the tent. "You better. You owe me after that stunt." I had just gotten her into the tent and was unzipping the sleeping bag when she noticed the blood on her hand. "Doug, turn around for me." She saw that some of the deeper scratches were still bleeding. "You're bleeding, grab the first aid kit for me." She used the gauze and pressure to stop most of the bleeding, then put bandaids on a few deeper cuts. "You better wear a T-shirt to bed in case any scabs open up again. I'm sorry I scratched you so bad."

"I'm not, that was amazing. You're amazing. I love you, Lissa." I tucked myself into the bags, pulled her to my chest and kissed her gently before we dropped into a deep sleep.

My eyes opened as the first lights of dawn poked over the pine trees. I looked at my watch, 0450. Old habits die hard, I thought. I looked down at Lissa, she was snoring gently as she slept on her side facing away from me. I grabbed a pair of socks and shorts from my pack and quietly slipped out of the tent to get dressed for my morning run. I normally did about five miles each morning, as being physically fit was a big part of my job as a sniper. Not only did you have to be able to hike and carry lots of gear, but a low resting heart rate meant more time with a stable scope picture before the next beat screwed it up. I ran daily to keep my heart rate down in the high 50's when I was relaxed.

Lissa worked out, but her idea was more along the lines of a Stairmaster and her iPod before a fruit smoothie at the local gym. I knew she needed more sleep than me, I figured she'd still be asleep by the time I got back from my run. There was a trail that led around the lake, when I looked at the maps I figured it would be a good 4 miles. Running always gave me a good chance to clear my head and think, and I needed to think real hard about Lissa right now.

As I ran I thought about what I would do without her. I was pretty convinced after our blowup last night that she would leave me if I reenlisted in the Corps. She loved me, but she wouldn't go through another deployment like the last. She tried not to worry me while I was doing my job, but her Mom gave me the truth. Worrying about me was tearing her apart. Could I do that to her again?

By mile two I had decided that I couldn't. 

The rest of the run was a serious "so now what?" conversation with myself. I was a high school graduate, and my only real skills were in hunting and shooting. I knew a few snipers who had left to work for the CIA or State Department or private security contractors, but those guys spent more time overseas than Marine units. If you limited yourself to back home jobs, it was basically law enforcement or starting over at something else. I began to think about how I could live at home, get my Associate's degree and find a way to get into a Sheriff's department. They had snipers in their SWAT teams. 

I was in the final push back to the camp, thinking about community college, when I started to sense something was very wrong. "LISSA!" No response.

I sprinted into the camp and it looked like a war zone. The tent I had just been in was torn to shreds, equipment scattered, and blood was everywhere.

"LISSA!! LISSA!!" I ran around the camp but there was no sign of her. I ran to the lake, nothing. FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK... "LISSA WHERE ARE YOU? LISSA!!"

I found my backpack and pulled out my cellphone to dial 911 but there was no signal out here. "LISSA!!" I ran around the camp some more but there was no response and no sign of her anywhere. There was too much blood to think she was OK... where would she go? The only thing I could think of is that she would head back the trail to the car. I pocketed my keys, knife and the first aid kit, and kept my phone in my hand as I headed back down to the trailhead.

Every half mile or so I would stop, yell for Lissa, and check for cellphone signal. Every time there was nothing, no sign of her, no bars. It took me almost an hour to make it back to the car, she was nowhere in sight and there was no sign of her having made it this far. Stay or go, stay or go... I couldn't leave her but I couldn't find her alone. I turned the key and tore out of the parking area.

Five minutes later I had a cell signal, so I stopped on the side of the dirt road and called for help.

"911 operator, what is your emergency?"

"My girlfriend is missing from our camp. There is blood all over, and I can't find her. I need search and rescue and the sheriff."

"Where are you sir?"

"I'm on 376 west about three miles west of the road end. My camp was on Fern Lake, eastern side. It's a ways off the trail, I recommend you get an aircraft up there. I can't find her, I can't find any sign of her, but I know she's hurt. The tent is torn up, might have been a bear or something. Get me help!"

"OK sir, we have made contact with the Sheriff and he wants you to return to the trailhead and wait for help. Can you tell me which campsite?"

"Fern Lake campsite FL-3. It's registered under me, Corporal Doug Johnson. Send help, ATV's if they have them."

"OK sir, please stay on the line until I have all the questions answered."

"Ma'am, I've already turned to go back to the trailhead. I'll probably lose cell reception soon."

"That's all right sir, we will..." and it was gone. I didn't care, all that mattered was getting back to the trailhead and waiting for help. It took 30 minutes, and each minute ate at my stomach, not knowing where she was or if she was still alive. If I ever doubted I loved her, the loss that ate at my soul proved what I felt.

The first to show up was a forest ranger out of Ely in his pickup truck, he had an ATV in the back we quickly unloaded. It was five more minutes until the first Deputy Sheriff arrived. In the meantime, I had drawn on the ranger's map where the campsite was and where I had already searched. They geared up, the ranger taking a .44 Magnum revolver and the deputy a 30.06 scoped rifle as this was bear country and that was what I thought had taken her. I sat behind the ranger and the deputy sat on the back gear rack and we set out for the camp.

I started yelling for Lissa as soon as we turned off the engine, but once again nothing. I quickly showed them the campsite, they told me to stay away and the Deputy had me stay with him as we searched around the campsite in ever increasing circles.

The day turned to evening and I was getting more distraught by the hour. More and more people would show up, including a dog team. The Sheriff had everyone withdraw a half mile from the camp while the dogs went to work, we took a dinner break then. It didn't work... the dogs found the trail of us going to the campsite and another down to the lake, but nothing else.

And then it began to rain. That would destroy any tracks that might be out there.

The Sheriff insisted I accompany him back to his office for some paperwork and interviews. I didn't want to leave, but he soon convinced me that they had the search in hand and it was important I come back. When we were done riding back to the trailhead, he and his Deputy placed me under arrest on suspicion of first degree murder. They confiscated my shirt and shorts, placing them in plastic evidence bags, before taking pictures of the scratches and scabs on my shoulders and back. They let me dress in some orange scrubs before my hands were cuffed behind my back. They had already searched my Mustang, and it was being put on the back of a tow vehicle when her parents drove up.

I loved Gary and Madeline, they had always treated me like family, but I had never seen the pure hatred in someone's eyes until Madeline looked right at me. "WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER??" Gary and the deputy were both holding her back, she looked ready to claw my eyes out. Before I could respond, the Sheriff was shoving my head down at closed the door. I yelled, "I don't know where she is!" It didn't seem to help. The Deputy kept them away as the Sheriff drove away.

I looked back at her parents and started to cry. They didn't deserve this, not so soon after losing their only other child. I looked forward to the Sheriff. "Can you tell them I don't know what happened to her and I'll do anything to help find her?"

"I can't comment on an ongoing investigation. If you want to help, you can start by telling me the truth."

"I am telling you the truth! I don't know what happened, I came back from my morning run and she was just GONE..." I closed my eyes, trying to fight back more tears. 

"I think we both know that isn't true. Tell us where to find her. If you have any love for her family left, at least let them put her to rest."

I shook my head. Fuck. Not only was she gone, but I was going to take the fall. I didn't watch all those Law and Order episodes for nothing. There was only one thing to do now.

"I want a lawyer..."

"You'll get one after processing. Now unless you want to tell me where she is, shut up."

It took the rest of the evening to be booked in, searched and processed into the county jail. I got a phone call and managed to reach my father. He wasn't surprised, the house had been searched earlier in the day. "I'll get you a lawyer, but you need to do the right thing by Lissa. If you know where she is, you need to tell them and I'll stick by you through it all. If you lie to me, you're dead to me."


Hunting Wolves Ch. 01



"Dad, I had nothing to do with it. I'm going nuts here, I should be out searching for her and instead I'm locked up. Do what you need to on your end, I'll talk to you again when I can."

My lawyer showed up after an appetizing breakfast of toast and powdered eggs. Mr. Joshua Birch did not have good news for me.

"OK, I've had a chance to talk to the District Attorney. The case they are building is circumstantial, but that is to be expected given the lack of a body. It will be a convincing case if it goes to trial."

"What could they have? I didn't do anything."

"Well, they know that you two were fighting, they interviewed the neighbors about the night before you left."

I sighed. "Yeah, we had a fight. She wants me to leave the Marine Corps and I want to reenlist. That was why we were taking this trip, so we could get away from the distractions and work this all out."

"They also know she was pregnant, they found the test in the bathroom garbage. She texted with her best friend during your drive, she told her that she was going to tell you this weekend."

I just about passed out. Pregnant? She's out there somewhere and pregnant with our child?? It took me a few minutes before I could even look up at him again.

"At the campsite, there is a lot of blood in the tent area and the crime scene guys verified it matches her blood type. There are more droplets of blood on the path to the lake, but they didn't have enough to type so they are waiting for DNA analysis. Their theory is that you had a big fight, killed her and tried to make it look like a bear attack."

"I didn't do it. I didn't know."

"You realize that anything you tell me is covered by attorney-client privilege. It is very important that you be completely honest with me and tell me exactly what happened. I can only help you if I know."

"I don't know anything other than what I told you."

"Think about this carefully, Doug. Right now you have some leverage because they want to find the body. I can make a deal if you come clean now. If not, they are going to nail you to the wall."

"I didn't fucking do it!"

"Ok, it doesn't matter if I believe you or not. It only matters what they can prove. Your arraignment will be this afternoon." The appearance before the judge happened before video cameras without even leaving the jail, which probably was an advantage because the story was the lead on every local channel. "MARINE SNIPER CHARGED WITH KILLING PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND" was the lead on the jailhouse news that night. Bail had been set at two million dollars, and my family didn't have that kind of cash. 

Not much happened over the next week. The Marine Corps sent a Judge Advocate Captain to talk to me; he couldn't represent me but he helped answer some questions. Essentially, the Marine Corps was going to wait it out. If it didn't get resolved by the time my service time ended, I would be discharged. I had a few buddies visit, it was good to see them but they couldn't do anything either.

And just as fast as that, it was over. It was a media circus as I made my first live appearance in court. The District Attorney dropped the charges.

He had no choice after the DNA tests came back on the blood found in the tent. They found lots of hers... a few drops of mine... 

And the rest was Canis Lupus. Wolf blood. Fucking wolves killed my girlfriend and my baby.



Hunting Wolves Ch. 02



Author's Note: The first chapter was posted in the Erotic Couplings section. I recommend you read it first. 

You can find the 1st story by clicking on my name and going to my profile. 

There is an instance of non-consensual sex in this chapter.

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Lissa's Story

The dreaded plus sign.

I looked at it again, the pregnancy test hadn't changed in the last five times I looked at it. This was all I needed now. After last night, I had no idea if I was going to have a boyfriend next week. 

I couldn't blame him if he dumped me. I had completely lost it when he said he planned to reenlist, throwing things, screaming, even hitting him. I couldn't believe he would do this after all we had been through. Didn't he care about me? My God, the things I had gone through while he was deployed- the worry, the weight loss, the dreading every time the phone rang and I didn't know the number. After my brother's death, it was even worse. I cried for three days after taking him to the airport so he could return to Afghanistan.

Still positive. I'm fucked. 

Yeah, that's how the damn thing ended up positive, isn't it? It's not that I can help it. He's great in the sack, by far the best lover I've had. He's in great shape with a body that makes me wet just thinking about it; when I'm in those strong arms I feel so safe and loved. He has a nice cock too- not too big, not too wide, just enough to hit everywhere I need. His physical condition allows him to go for a long time, and he recovers quickly so we can go all night. That part of our relationship started strong and built from there. It's the whole "where are we going" part that I have trouble with.

I know what I want. I've loved him since I first met him. I want him back home, in my bed, and with a ring on his finger. I want the whole fantasy- hot husband, two kids, house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a dog. 

I don't want the Marine Corps, deployments, worry and Casualty Assistance Officers.

When my brother was buried and he was back in Afghanistan, I decided that the officers weren't the only ones that could plan a campaign. Operation Ring On My Finger. He was MINE and I wasn't going to let him go.

Like most plans, it didn't survive the first fight. Last night had NOT been in my plan. I was going to be calm, loving, emotionally supportive... not a raving bitch throwing a tantrum. If he didn't love me I knew he'd be gone already, but when I woke up to the alarm this morning and he was still there, when he smiled and kissed me and told me "It's a new day, now get that pretty little ass of yours in the shower before we're late" I knew I still had a chance.

He wanted to go camping, I wanted to have that TALK. Having him alone for the whole weekend could work to my advantage if I could keep my emotions under control. Pregnant? Yeah. That'll be a little more difficult to discuss calmly and rationally. I couldn't tell him about it, now wasn't the right time. In warfare terms, it's using a thermonuclear warhead when a single Marine with a rifle could get the job done. Especially a Marine sniper with a killer body and those strong hands... but I digress.

The drive north was pretty quiet. I needed to think, and he's a guy, he doesn't feel the need to fill up the time by talking. I dozed off a little in the early morning, and he kept his hand in mine or on my leg, never without contact. By mid morning, I was recovered enough from the shock of the test to try and talk to him without breaking down in tears.

"Doug... I'm sorry about last night."

"Lissa, I'm sorry too. I don't like it when we fight, it makes me feel like a failure. I can't live with myself knowing I've hurt you." He caressed the inside of my leg, stealing glances at me from the road a few seconds at a time as I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "That's the main thing I want us to do this weekend. I want us to lay it all out, how we feel and what we want and where we want to go. I want us to come back from this trip together in all things, or we agree it isn't going to work and we're moving on."

"You'd leave me?" I was fighting the tears with all my strength now.

"Honey, if we can't find a way out of this neither of us will be happy and it will prove we don't work. I don't want to put pressure on you, I just want there to be nothing driving a wedge between us. Us against the world or nothing." He looked back at the road, his face was clenched, he was struggling with his emotions too. "But, we have the whole weekend. I'd like to let today be a day without that struggle, and I don't want to fight. Let's enjoy today and talk tomorrow." He squeezed my knee and smiled at me.

"That sounds good. I want to get past all the emotion from last night and have my boyfriend back again." He nodded his head back. "Can we at least agree to some ground rules for this talk?"

"Sure, I have the first one. One person talks, the other person listens- REALLY listens- and you have to state in your own words what the other person said before you say what you want to say." I looked questioningly at him, so he continued. "One thing I learned in the Corps is that it isn't always what you say, it's what other people understand that is important. We both have strong feelings, we both can fly off the handle. Doing this forces us not to interrupt each other and to listen to understand."

I nodded my head, anything that would keep me from going batshit crazy on him would help. "I want complete honesty- I'd rather you get it all out on the table instead of dragging it out for months."

"Honesty you shall get. Anything else?"

"Yes. I want YOU. First we fuck, then we talk, then we fuck some more. If this relationship doesn't work out I'm getting every bit of you I can this weekend." I moved his hand up inside the hem of my shorts as I was saying this. He got the hint and went to move my panties aside, only to find out I wasn't wearing them. "It's a long drive Doug, a girl has to have a way to pass the time!" I moved my back towards him and slid down in the seat to make it easier for him to get his fingers in place. He cupped my sex with his hand, then moved the length of his fingers along my lips a few times until I was well lubricated. He continued his assault by hooking his middle fingers into me as his other fingers slid alongside. It felt wonderful, and my body quickly responded. Looking around, I saw the interstate was pretty empty so I lifted up my shirt and started playing with my nipples. This drew his attention.

"Hey, eyes on the road, hand in me." I elbowed him in the chest lightly as I caressed my breasts. "You need to get us there in one piece."

"Yeah, well, someone wants me to get HER there now." His hand was picking up speed, and my wet sex was making squishing noises. I reached into the back seat and grabbed one of the beach towels we were bringing along. "Hang on, I better get this under me before I make a real mess." Once it was in place, he attacked my pussy with renewed vigor. I closed my eyes and started twisting and pulling at my nipples as he drove me to the edge. I clamped my cunt down on his fingers as I tipped over, my body exploding and the squirt soaking his hand and the towel. My hips lifted and crashed back to the seat four or five times as I came hard on his fingers. 

I collapsed back into the seat, sitting up quickly when I heard the honk. An old guy in a pickup truck was driving next to us. He grinned and gave us a thumbs up. Doug smiled and waved as I quickly pulled my shirt down and covered my wet pussy with the towel. I was mortified! I hid my face as he waved at us before accelerating away. I was in shock. "Jesus, Doug, do you think he saw anything?"

"He saw the most beautiful girl in the world doing the most beautiful thing I've seen." He slowly licked my juices from his fingers as he smiled and focused on the road ahead. "You are delicious. You wouldn't believe how many times I dreamed of your taste while in the 'Stan."

"Was it more after you got my special photos?" I had sent him some "spank bank" photos and emails while he was deployed, making sure I stayed front and center in his mind until he returned.

"You drove me nucking futs, I'll have you know. Do you know how hard it is to keep a good sight picture when your mind keeps drifting to that picture of you on all fours? Or how tough it is to stay perfectly still when you get a hardon that could pound a tent stake?" 

I laughed. "Yeah, well, you should have bought stock in Energizer before you left me because those toys in my lingerie drawer got a real workout while you were gone. I missed you so much it hurt." I looked out at the signs, we still had a ways to go. "And as much as I'd enjoy reciprocating, I think we should wait until you aren't driving. Since you are so easily distracted and all."

He cupped his hand around my upper thigh while he drove on, occasionally pointing out an eagle or some deer or other sights. The drive wasn't bad at all, and I was less nervous the farther we got from all the distractions. 

I figured I'd get some advice, by text of course, from my best friend.

HI KIM U AWAKE?

LIS HOW ARE YOU DOING WHERE R U

THRU DULUTH IM IN TROUBLE

DOUG PROB OR?

I TOOK A TEST THIS MORN AND IT WAS POSITIVE

I HAVEN'T TOLD HIM WHAT WILL I DO

She didn't respond right away. I suppose it wasn't best to break this news over text messages, but I couldn't exactly talk to her with him in the car and I needed her advice before we got out of cellphone range.

ITS OK WE WILL FIGURE IT OUT

I don't know what she wanted to figure out. I didn't ask to get pregnant but I wasn't about to give our baby up. I was just scared.

I WANT IT IM SCARED OF WHAT DOUG WILL SAY AND DO

WHY NO TELL YET

I couldn't, not today. I had to get through our talk before dropping this on the table.

BIG FIGHT LAST NIGHT ON HIM RE-UPPING NOT RIGHT TIME

SO?

I LOVE HIM WILL TELL HIM TOMORROW

HE LOVES YOU IT WILL BE OK

YOUR PARENTS LOVE YOU TOO YOU WON'T BE ALONE IN THIS

EVERTHING WILL WORK OUT TRUST GOD FOR THAT

She had always been there for me, ever since kindergarten.

LOVE U I WILL CALL YOU IN A FEW DAYS 

OK DOUG WILL DO RIGHT BY YOU I KNOW IT LOVE YOU 

I closed the text box. "Kim says hi, she just wanted to know how the trip was going."

"Did you tell her we'd be out of cellphone range for most of the weekend?"

"Yeah, I told my parents too. I don't want anyone freaking because it keeps going to voice mail. I told them I'd call on Sunday when we start back." I looked around, now that we were on the North Shore of Lake Superior the sights were incredible. It was a beautiful day, I was driving with my man, and we were alone. With our baby he didn't know about. Yeah, that. 

We finally got to the trailhead and he let me lead the way. The pack he gave me to use wasn't too bad, he always bought good equipment and he had carefully fitted the straps so it would be comfortable on me. I knew why he was trailing behind me, and so I gave him a show with only the thin material of my shorts between his eyes and his goal. I could feel him undressing me as we walked and it was getting me horny again. He could probably smell my arousal already and I bet I had a wet spot on my shorts that wasn't sweat. One thing I kinew for sure, I was going to get pounded tonight! He had that predatory look in his eye like I was his dinner and dessert. I couldn't wait. 

I didn't wait long, either. As soon as camp was set up he was leading me to the lake. A lake, I soon found out, was really cold even when your body is smoking hot! The sex was freaking amazing, I came so hard I hurt him with my nails by accident. 

Doug is so good to me, I thought as he tucked me into the sleeping bags he had zipped together inside our tent. When he joined me, I snuggled up to my man and thought about what a great father he was going to be. If we could get through this weekend, we could be happy together, I just knew it. I fell asleep dreaming of us walking by the lake with our son between us. 

I woke up cold and alone. A glance at my watch showed it was almost five thirty. Way too early for me, but not for my man. He was out running, just like every other morning. He would be back in a while, hot and sweaty, the line of perspiration dropping from his neck down to his chest hair. I imagined him, nylon shorts hanging low under his six pack, grinning at me as he leaned over to kiss me good morning. My hand went into my shorts and started to stroke my well-used pussy as my imagination took over. It was a skill I had honed repeatedly during his deployments.

It wasn't long before I was completely soaked, so I tossed the sleeping bag off and lifted my hips up so I could slip off my shorts. My right hand went right back to work, rubbing up and down while my index finger curled around to rub my G-spot. I closed my eyes and began to imagine the scene when he returned. Would he be shocked at my lack of self control? Probably not, he'd see the opportunity and take it. He'd grab my shirt and pull it over my head, but not off so he could use it to trap my arms above my head. I'd twist and fight, but he's so big and strong, he'd overpower me with a single hand. I'd be helpless to resist as he grabbed my tits and started to suck on my erect nipples. I'd beg him to stop, then in the next breath I'd beg him to never stop. He would do what he wanted, no matter what I said or how much I tried to get that cock into me. He liked to torture me by denying my orgasm when we weren't in a hurry.

My left hand started to play with my nipples as I imagined him edging me. He would get me so hot, sucking on my tits and fingering my dirty little hole while I begged him to come. He would look up with those green eyes, give me a little grin and shake his head. "No." I'd beg and plead, but he'd take his hand out and start playing with me somewhere else. Maybe the back of the knees, the side of my neck. Maybe he would straddle me and rub that beautiful cock between my firm tits. I'd offer to suck him off, anything to change his mood, but he would laugh and do something else. He could go for hours like this. When he was in this mood, I was like a sexual Sisysphus- doomed to climb the hill to orgasm, only to be denied and watch it roll back down the hill again.

But my God- when he finally relented and that beautiful cock plunged deep into me, making me come as it slid home... it was the greatest feeling in the world. I rolled over on my stomach then got my knees under me, my dripping cunt facing the tent flap as I imagined him taking me hard. He would pound into me, grunting and asking me what I wanted. Each moment built until finally I would explode powerfully, just like 

"AAAAAHHHHHH FUCK!! YES YES FUCK YES!!" I squirted powerfully as it finally happened. I tensed up a few times, letting my hand drop as my poor pussy was so sensitive right now. God, what a weekend! I was pretty sure he would help me to another couple when he returned, and I smiled into the pillow as I imagined his man gravy pouring into my mouth for breakfast.

I had almost dropped back off to sleep when I heard the tent flap move. "Hi Baby, did you have a good run?" I kept my eyes closed, imagining what he was seeing as he looked at his little slut of a girlfriend. He didn't say anything, but suddenly I felt him take a long lick from the bottom of my wet slit all the way back to my dark star. It felt great, but weird- his tongue was really long and wide, then this cold nose touched my clit and I jumped and twisted around.

I froze when I saw it. It wasn't Doug. It was the biggest fucking wolf I'd ever seen and its teeth were out and its slobber was falling onto my stomach as it moved closer to my face. I wanted so bad to scream but I couldn't move. This thing was huge, big as a Newfoundland and those were like small horses. It was hung like one too, the red head was out and bouncing around beneath his belly as he moved. He sniffed around at the packs and the sleeping bag, then came back to sniff me again. I decided that I'd just stay still and hope it went away.

It didn't. It stood between my legs, the cold nose sniffing around my body and lingering around my sex. Then it plunged its tongue between my legs again and took a deep lick that went all the way inside me. I screamed.

I tried to get up, but this thing jumped forward and pinned my shoulders down with its big paws. The nails scratched my chest as I struggled to get away; I pushed at its chest until it bit my arm. I screamed again, it let me go but dropped its chest on top of mine. I could feel that hot, sticky cock sliding around my hips as I frantically tried to kick it off. Its claws were raking my legs, I screamed in pain as I tried and tried but it just kept poking until it finally found his goal.

I screamed in agony when it drove itself into me, at least until it grabbed my neck with its jaws and started to shake. I closed my eyes and let my body go slack before he tore me open. I was crying, trying to ignore the pain and the blood and the pounding I was taking as this wild animal sated its lust on my body. When he let my neck go I poked at his eyes. It might work for sharks, but it just pissed him off and it was too quick for me to hit my mark. He slashed at my forearms, cutting my right one to the bone before going back to my neck. He never stopped driving his cock into me as he took hold of my neck again, squeezing tightly and breaking the skin. I tried to fight, but I was rapidly weakening. Doug, where the hell was Doug? Was I going to die on his stupid camping trip? He'd never know his baby... I started to cry as I couldn't fight any more.

It was then that I started to feel weird. It was like my skin was on fire, and ants were crawling under it. Shooting pains wracked my body as I screamed until I was hoarse. I think I blacked out.

Then it got weird, like a bad dream. You know the one, where you can't tell if you are dreaming or awake? Where you feel like you're out of your body and looking back on yourself? It was kind of like that. I opened my eyes, everything looked like a black and white movie. I could see, but I couldn't move. My eyes were moving, but I couldn't get myself to look at anything, like someone else had the camera. I saw that wolf over me, but he was backing up and growling. There was a weird noise coming from my chest, and I was moving quickly but I wasn't the one that was moving, was I? What the hell was this dog nose in my vision, and why could I look down and see blood on white fur and huge paws? 

The dream-like movie kept playing. I kept yelling and trying to do something but nothing changed. It was like watching a football game at home- you saw everything but nothing you did could affect the outcome. I remember seeing myself, or whatever the hell I was seeing through, jump up and chase the wolf out of the tent. It didn't use the entrance, it pulled the side of the tent down with its claws as it ripped the nylon and turned the sleeping bag into fuzz. When it had made its way out, it took off like a shot and I watched in fascination as whatever I was ran after it. I could feel the wind in my hair, smell the forest floor as those white paws chewed it up, and tasted the blood on my lips as they clamped down on the back of his neck. I could smell his fear as his throat was ripped out. I screamed, I cried, but I couldn't stop watching as I looked over at his dead eyes. Then it all went black.

I opened my eyes I looked down to verify I was me. I was. I tried to get up but my arms were tied down with leather straps at the sides of the small bed I was in. It hurt like hell to move, so I laid back and focused on my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, it was small, cabin flavor. Pine panel walls, vaulted ceiling, hardwood floor covered with various rugs. The bed was made of logs, and the headboard was carved with a scene of wolves on a rocky point howling at the moon. The bed was soft and comfortable, with clean sheets and a colorful quilt. It was the kind of place I wished Doug had taken me. Couldn't we have just locked ourselves in a bed and breakfast for the weekend instead of going camping? 




Hunting Wolves Ch. 02



I started to cry as I thought about Doug. Shit, what would he think? 

He'd find the tent and the blood. He'd think I was dead. 

I kicked the covers down slowly so as not to make things hurt too much. Whoever put me here hadn't tied my feet down. It wasn't a pretty sight. There were numerous cuts and scrapes on my arms, chest, and legs from the claws of that thing. I had a couple of deep bites, too- my arm ones I could see, the neck one I could tell because it hurt to turn my head from side to side and there felt like there was a thick bandage around it. Some of the deeper cuts had been crudely stitched together, it didn't look like a professional job, more like some young girl's first sewing project. The rest looked like they had been glued together. At least I didn't look like I would bleed to death, but my bikini future was severely challenged.

Hey, I have a weird sense of humor, deal with it, it's my story. I started to laugh, but then my chest wounds started to hurt and my chuckles turned to tears. I guess I made enough noise to attract attention, because the door opened and a man stepped in.

He looked at my naked and bound form in a clinical way. "Good, you're awake. I'm Mike. I'm the medic here." Mike looked to be in his fifties, about six feet and slender with salt and pepper short cropped hair.

"Why am I being restrained?" 

"You've been having repeated nightmares, we had to restrain you to keep you from tearing your stitches out."

"How long have I been here?"

"You arrived four days ago. My instructions were to patch you up and monitor you, I'm not authorized to tell you any more." He checked how my wounds were healing and pulled the bandage at my neck away. "You are healing well. This can come off now." He slowly removed the bandage; I couldn't help but see the dried blood as he lifted it away.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, I'll help you in a moment. There is a tub in there, I'd like you to clean yourself gently, no soaking yet. When you are done, let me know and I'll help you get into your nightclothes."

He removed the leather restraints and carefully lifted my shoulders from below until I was sitting up, then he helped me swing my legs to the floor. Everything hurt. "I don't know if I can walk." He put his shoulder under mine and we slowly stood up. It sucked, but I was so relieved when I finally made it to the toilet. It felt like I hadn't gone in days. The bath left me somewhat refreshed. By the time he had me tucked in again, I was so exhausted I couldn't keep my eyes open.

When I awoke again, a different man was sitting on my bed and looking at me with interest. "Good morning, young lady. My name is Joel. I am in charge here." 

Joel looked to be in his mid thirties, and was a BIG man. Barrel chested, arms as big as my legs, a bushy black beard and medium length black hair with a hint of gray at the temples. Put this guy in a biker bar and he'd be left alone. I smiled back and said, "Hello, Joel, my name is"

"I don't care what your name was. Your old life is gone, never to return. You will be given a new name at the pack introduction." His eyes bored deep into my soul as he told me this. I wanted there to be anything else in them but what they showed- that this was the truth.

I started to tear up. "But... my boyfriend, my family..."

"They already mourn your loss. Your boyfriend has been arrested for your murder."

My jaw dropped and I started to choke up. "No, Doug wouldn't ever hurt me, he loves me, I'm carrying his child..." I turned away from him so he wouldn't see the pain on my face.

"It's a tragic story, really, all over the news now. A beautiful young girl and her Marine boyfriend, seemingly so happy, but then it all comes out. The blowout fight that almost got the cops called, the positive pregnancy test, the desperate text messages where you confessed how nervous you were about telling him about the baby... and then he kills you on a remote lake and tries to make it look like a bear attack."

"NO! I have to go, I have to let them know I'm alive!" I started to sit up but a strong hand on my neck pushed me back into the pillow. I tried to struggle but I was just hurting myself. 

He stopped pressing down when I stopped moving, but he kept his big hand around my throat. "Perhaps you didn't hear me. Your old life, family, memories... all gone. The sooner you realize that, the better your transition will go."

I looked up at him with confusion. "Transition? What transition?? Why can't I just GO HOME??"

He sat back by my hips again. "It's easier to process the change if you accept that you died back there in that tent, and something new lives in you now. It does. You were bitten, and now share in our curse."

"What curse? Rabies? Did that wolf give me some disease?"

Joel's face was grim. "In a way, that is true. Tell me, what happened in that tent?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to that time. I told him the brief story- our time in the tent, waking up without him, the wolf entering the tent. The attack, fighting this thing off, the pain and the blood. How I was getting weaker and weaker until I started to black out. The weird dream I had about chasing him, seeing his throat torn out, watching the life leave his eyes. Then waking up in the bed.

Joel didn't interrupt or laugh during my story, which was odd because the story was so weird. You'd think he would laugh and tell me I was imagining things.

He didn't. He took my hand in his, gently, and looked into my eyes wet with tears and fear. "That was not a dream. That is what happens when the wolf takes over."

"Wolf? What wolf?"

"The wolf that attacked you was no ordinary wolf. His name was Ted, he used to me one of my best friends until he left my Pack to seek his own. Ted, me, Mike- we're all werewolves. You were bitten and survived, and you now share our curse, the curse of the wolf inside us."

"Werewolves? What, like that Twilight shit? I think I need to go back to sleep, this dream is too weird."

"You can deny what you think, but you cannot deny what is now inside you. None of us can. Your wolf is most impressive. For a bitch newly turned and injured to chase down and kill an experienced Beta is not something we would have expected. It will be quite interesting to see how my little white wolf stacks up against the other bitches in my pack."

My jaw would have hit the ground if I wasn't in bed. It took a few moments to start breathing again. I hadn't told him what color paws I saw in my dream, I didn't go into that much detail. How the hell would he know that I saw white? "Why did it seem like a dream then?"

"We have the wolf inside us, we have the human inside us, but they don't talk to each other. One is primary, the other is shoved to the back of your mind. When one side comes forward, the body follows. But, your human side is not disconnected from your senses, it just isn't in charge of your body anymore. So, you see what your wolf does but it's like seeing it on television. You can see and taste and feel and hear with his senses, but nothing you want to do goes anywhere. You just watch in horror, in fascination, in whatever, until finally the wolf gives up control and you take the front again."

I closed my eyes and covered my face, not willing to let him see the emotions running through me as I tried to process this. After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, I opened my eyes and looked directly at him. "What happened to me when the wolf was in control?"

He sighed. "You saw what happened. You changed into your wolf while he was raping you, and chased him out of the tent. Your wolf then chased him down and killed him. My pack and I knew he was around, he was testing the boundaries of our territory, hoping to attract one of my bitches away with him to start a new pack. I was patrolling with some men when we heard the sounds and investigated. By the time we found you, Ted was dead, baby. You were almost dead, lying on the ground next to him. Since the threat was gone, my wolf gave up control and the other wolves with me changed as their Alpha did. We patched you up as best we could and carried you back here. It was touch and go for a while, for obvious reasons we couldn't bring an injured werewolf to the hospital and it took two days before you were strong enough to shift back."

"Wait- how did you know he raped me? I never told you that."

He tapped his nose. "To a wolf, it was obvious from a distance. Our wolves are primal creatures, very similar to what you see in the wild. They want to hunt, run, sleep, play and make little wolves. That is why they can be so frightening to us when we are watching, because they aren't confused by morality or fairness or love. They understand kill or be killed, they understand where they stand in the hierarchy of the Pack, and they understand mating."

"But why would a wolf rape me? Surely he knew I wasn't a wolf."

"He could smell your sex as easily as I could, and I don't know if his wolf cared. Once a wolf leaves the Pack, they tend to go a little nuts."

"But why did he leave your pack?"

"I told you mating was a primal instinct. In a Pack, though, only the Alpha and Alpha Bitch get to mate. If any of the other bitches try, the Alpha Bitch will kill them or drive them away. Same thing with the males. Attempting to mate is the equivalent of challenging me to a fight to the death. Ted's wolf took advantage of me being out marking the edge of my territory and tried to force himself on my mate. She drove him off, and once I smelled him on her he knew better than to come back here. You did me a favor by killing him."

Just then there was a knock at the door. A striking woman with long brown hair entered, she was dressed simply in shorts and a T-shirt. She didn't seem to need a bra, I noticed with some jealousy, even though she appeared to be in her thirties. She had an air about her of being in charge, of being someone who had worked her way there and deserved respect. I felt myself shrinking a little from her as she approached the bed with a tray of food. "Ah, I'm glad to see you are back with us, you gave us a scare. You need to eat as much of this as you can, slowly so you don't get sick. You need to build your strength back up, young one."

The food smelled wonderful, it was plain country fare- venison, potatoes, vegetables- but I'd never smelled such wonderful food in my life. She saw the expressions on my face and smiled. "Part of being a werewolf is that your senses are expanded, even in human form. My name is Emma, but to you I am the Alpha Bitch. We will talk more later as we get you ready for your pack introduction." With that, she left the room.

I was still a little in shock, so I took advantage of the food to think about all that had been said, asking questions in between bites of food. I was famished, and finished it off easily, the flavors were amazing. When I was done, Joel gathered the dishes onto the tray and then set it by the door. Sitting again on the bed, he gently stroked my face. "Get some sleep, my little white wolf. It will help you heal." As I started to settle back and close my eyes, he had my right hand back in the restraint and was on my left before I could think to struggle.

"Why are you doing this? What are you going to do with me?" My pleas fell on deaf ears.

"I am protecting you, from the nightmares that may come. I am also protecting us. You cannot return to your old life, but you haven't accepted that yet so we have to make sure you stay here. If you need something, just yell- there will always be someone in the house to help you."

I stopped fighting just as another question popped into my head. "Joel... is my baby all right? Was he hurt in the attack?"

Joel grimaced as he turned back from the doorway. "I'm sorry. Pregnancies do not survive a shift, that is why in human form we avoid pregnancy, and after our wolves mate they remain in that form until the pups are born. You miscarried while you were unconscious."

He closed the door on my screams and my sobbing. Everything was gone, my baby, my boyfriend, my life. If I could have gotten out of bed, I would have killed myself.

I think they knew that too.



Hunting Wolves Ch. 03



I left the breakfast table satisfied. Jean was doing the cooking this morning, and her buckwheat pancakes were the best. "Good job on breakfast, Jean." Jean smiled but kept her eyes down as I passed her. Jean was an omega, a low ranking but valuable wolf in our Pack. She worked hard and rarely needed my discipline, so we got along well. She knew her place in human or wolf form, having learned the lessons of Pack hierarchy well after her involuntary turn five years ago. 

As I passed the kitchen where Gina and Nicole were doing dishes and cleanup, I noted that not all had learned so well. Nicole was currently the lowest ranked wolf in the Pack, Gina just above her. In wolf form Nicole would submit, but her human side rebelled against her low rank and kept trying to push Gina. This would go on until she would be put in her place; sometimes this happened in human form. If not resolved then, Gina's wolf would take it out on her when she shifted. "Bitches get stitches" as they say. Getting along in a pack was all about understanding your place. You obeyed and showed respect to those above you and demanding the same from those below. 

I ignored the posturing around the kitchen sink. I paid attention to the rank fights but there was no need for me to interfere. As the Alpha Bitch, I ranked them all and I would keep it that way.

I'd been born into this pack thirty seven years ago, the sole surviving daughter of Alpha Zach and Madam Alpha Charlotte. My parents were strong wolves, and I had inherited their size and strength as a female in wolf and human form. I ran my pack business well, I was firm but fair with the women in my charge. They did things my way, right away, or they felt my wrath. The former humans found it difficult at times to adapt to a world that was so focused on rank order, but I loved it. We were a tight unit because we didn't argue with each other, we all had our jobs and we did them well. 

If you didn't like it, too bad. Leaving isn't a good option. Wolves without a Pack and an Alpha tended to go crazy fairly quickly. Our wolf part isn't meant to be alone and our human part can't trust our wolves around other humans. Those you love tend to get hurt.

Life had been pretty good lately; hunting was good, the pack was prospering. My twin sons were growing rapidly, having been born six months ago. They were with LuAnn, an older Omega who was their nanny. They were the only infants in the Pack, as the Alpha Bitch I was the only one allowed to breed. Our wolves would only go into heat if they were chosen by the Alpha Male. 

Heats only come once a year to us, usually in the early winter, and the previous two years they hadn't taken. I have one son named Daniel who is now three, and he is the Alpha Heir. I'm hoping my next one takes as well.

Werewolf pregnancies are accelerated compared to human, with them being born in about three months in wolf form. Born small, they are very vulnerable until they put on enough weight. I spent my whole pregnancy and the first three months of their lives in wolf form until they could safely shift to human form, and I was finally getting used to being "majority human" again. Pregnancy kind of sucks, when in wolf form your human side can't communicate with the rest of the Pack. 

When we are in wolf form, we rely on facial expressions, posture and growls, just like you see with dogs. When others are in human form and I'm in wolf, they can't talk much. My wolf has learned a few basic words, but that is it. It's totally frustrating for my human side to know exactly what needs to happen and not be able to get my wolf side to figure it out. We don't talk, you know.

Joel and the men were on patrol and not expected until dinnertime, so my day was going to be filled with the duties of running a house with twenty members. Menus, supervising cleaning, canning and food preparation, lists for the next town run. I also managed the Pack's finances, which were primarily funded by the custom northwoods furniture we sold on the internet. The wood shop was run by a senior Beta, or supervisory rank, member of our Pack. Jack was an interesting guy, he fell in love with a Pack member and decided to be turned when he found out what she was. That didn't happen too often; there were too many problems with people suddenly sharing their existence with a wild beast. 

I came across Jack and Tina as I walked the short path to the shop, I needed to find out if they had anything needed in the next town run. Tina was bent over a chair outside the shop and Jack was pounding her from behind. His well muscled back and legs glistened with the sweat of his exertions. Her pert breasts were swinging below her slender form as she called out encouragement. Jack picked up Tina's left leg and hooked it over his elbow. This changed the spot inside her his thick cock was rubbing, and Tina was moaning her approval. 

"Hey Jack, do you need anything?" Jack looked back at me without breaking rhythm. I came around to where Tina could see me as well.

"Now or in town?"

"Both, actually."

"I have a list in the shop, but for right now, I've got what I want. She seems a little under utilized just sitting there. Maybe if Tina had something to keep her busy..." She smiled at me and gestured to the chair. One thing about Tina, she LOVED sex. She had an active sex life, and didn't restrict it to just men.

I slid into the chair as he grabbed her brown ponytail, pulling her back in an arch. I hiked my sundress up to my waist, my hairy sex already glistening with excitement. Jack let her go, but I was pulling her face down and burying it in my folds. I moaned in pleasure as her small fingers pulled my lips apart and her talented little tongue started in on me. Tina knew exactly how I liked it, and loved to make me scream. 

Jack's cock would be fun, but it was strictly off limits to me. Joel would know from smell if he had been with me and would drive him out if he thought he was a threat. No other man in the pack would dare touch me. 

"Oh yeah, Tina, that's reaaaaaal good." I was moving her head up and down slowly as she flattened her tongue and ran it all the way up to my throbbing clit. I was quickly getting going, Joel was gone so I hadn't gotten a good fuck in a few days now. I moaned as Tina used the tip of her tongue to flick my nub while she worked two fingers up into me and curled them, seeking my G-spot. I just about bucked her off me when she found it and the first orgasm of the morning rocketed through me. "FUCK! YES YES right there..." Tina gently licked me through my orgasm then started up again, licking at my folds before lightly biting my clit as her tongue flicked over it rapidly. 

Tina then took one of her fingers and pressed it through the tight ring of my ass while she plundered the depths of my cunt with her tongue. God, it felt good. Soon another finger was pushing in. I loved the feel of fingers in my ass and my cunt, she worked them both as her mouth worked up to my nipples. She was leaning forward as far as she could go to suckle on them while her hands went to town below. The only reason she didn't fall was because Jack had a hold on her pony tail again. She was moaning around my nipples, giving them sharp bites before sucking hard on them. The feelings shot down to my sex as she drove me closer and closer.

I could tell she was close, so I moved my hands down to her small tits and started to squeeze them hard. Jack picked up the pace as he felt the end coming. When her moans became continuous and she stopped licking my tits, I got both her nipples between my fingers and pinched hard.

She screamed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Jack's dick was a blur as he fucked her through it. He stopped her scream by pushing her shoulders back down and forcing her face back into my needy cunt. Tina's spasms were so hard I think she forgot to breathe. When she started shaking her head side to side with her tongue buried deep in me, I came again with my own scream. Jack drove deep and hard one last time then held her there while his balls emptied deep inside her. I ended up with Tina collapsed onto my stomach while Jack laid exhausted over her back.

"That's a hell of a way to start the day," said Jack, and we all agreed. It took a few minutes before we could get up and go clean off, there was an outdoor shower just outside the shop with a solar heat system. I rinsed my dripping cunt off before letting Jack and Tina clean each other up. I was just tossing my dress back on when there was a commotion in the compound.

"Doc! Madam Alpha! Injured wolf on the way in, maybe 10 minutes behind me!" It was Joe, one of the junior Betas who had gone on the patrol with the Alpha. The pack sprang into action, Doc getting his gear set up in a treatment room in the main house, others getting water boiling and clean towels ready. Joe was out of breath, having run back in human form. Someone tossed him some athletic shorts and a bottle of water before he saw me and bowed.

"Which one of them is hurt?" I feared the worst...

"None of us, it's a she-wolf. Newly turned, looks like that bastard Ted raped her and tore her up pretty good. She turned and chased him down, tore his throat open. She's in a bad way, she was unconscious when we found her and has lost a lot of blood." 

"Doc, you got that?" I yelled up into the room where Mike was at.

"Yep, I'll get stitching trays ready. I'll also organize blood donors." There was a flurry of activity in the house as those with type O-Negative blood reported to get some universal donor blood going until the injured wolf blood could be typed.

Fifteen minutes after the alarm, the patrol returned carrying the injured wolf in a makeshift stretcher that had been made from one of the torn up sleeping bags she had used and a couple long sticks. I pointed them to the room that had been set up. As soon as Joel came back down, he started issuing orders. Some were sent back to the campsite to sanitize it of evidence of wolves- they would remove what they could, return the sleeping bag that had been used to carry her, and cover up any tracks. A second group was sent back with shovels to remove Ted's wolf carcass and bury it somewhere deep in the woods. One final person was sent to stake out the area and make sure the other two crews weren't surprised by law enforcement or others. In human form they could carry walkie-talkies and give us a heads up.

I went back in, shooing away the gawker squad outside the room and poked my head in to make sure our medic had everything he needed. He was stitching as quickly as he could, and I could see she had already received one bag of blood with the second just being hung. I had gotten a glimpse of her on the way in, but on the table I got a good look at the new werewolf. She was good sized, looked like she would be as tall as me and was bigger than some of the male Betas. Her coat was completely white in color, and was full and thick. She had already demonstrated some fighting prowess. Taking down a rogue Beta like Ted isn't easy for any wolf, male or female. Her wolf had done it while being newly turned AND severely injured. IF she survives, I thought, the other Pack bitches will regret picking on her. She had the makings of a good Beta.

I wasn't jealous, you understand- a Pack can always use strong fighters, whether male or female. As long as she submitted to my authority, she would be welcomed.

It was about three hours later when Doc came out to give his report to his Alphas. "Well, she's still alive. She's a real fighter. I will keep her sedated for a few days to allow the deeper wounds to heal, and I've restrained her so she doesn't tear her stitches loose if she starts moving around."

"What are her chances of survival," asked Joel.

"If infection doesn't get out of hand, pretty good. I've got her on some strong antibiotics as well. If she makes it through the next 48 hours then I'm confident she will make a full recovery physically."

"But..." I asked.

"Yeah, I don't have any idea what her mental state will be. You know the history as well as I, forced turns have much more trouble adjusting to their wolves than voluntary turns. I don't have good data, but if we can't help her through the changes we'll have to put her down before she hurts someone or exposes us."

None of us wanted to have to put a young woman down. "I will ensure she gets plenty of help making the adjustment, at least to get her to the Pack introduction. After that, she will have to find her own place in the pack and her own peace with the situation."

We withdrew to the main house family room area, where many of the Pack members had gathered to wait for news. There were a few smiles around as Joel made the announcement, some of the men who had found her and brought her back already felt connected to her.

A few hours later, everyone was back in the house for dinner, the tent and fight area having been sanitized as best we could in the limited time we had to do so before the Sheriff arrived. We all retired to the living room to watch the news out of Duluth. The disappearance of the young woman and the arrest of her Marine boyfriend was the first ten minutes of the broadcast. When it was over, Joel turned it off and addressed the Pack. "No one is to mention anything we know about her history or her boyfriend except me. We can't have her running off to find her parents, or to let police know she is OK to get her boyfriend off. We just have to let things flow as they are, she's a missing person presumed murdered." There were nods all around as the order was acknowledged. "Tomorrow the Sheriff will be coordinating a large scale search. I want every available man in on the search, take some ATV's, the rest on foot. Volunteer to help with the search, but try to spread yourselves out among the different search groups. If you sense anything related to her, do what you can to keep them from finding it, but if they do, let me know as soon as you can."

Joel excused the men to get packed for tomorrow, then I talked to the women. "I'm going to set up a rotation, we will need to make sure our new wolf is monitored and tended to until she is recovered. Don't talk to her, but if she looks like she is starting to wake up get Doc and he will either sedate her again or be there when she awakes. And remember, she isn't Pack until after the introduction. She knows nothing of us or her wolf, so she gets a pass until then. Any bitch that tries to dominate or discipline her until then will answer to me. Got it?" They all nodded. I took the first shift, sitting in the room watching her breathe. She would twitch occasionally. I took the time to clean the rest of the blood out of her fur and brush her hair where she wasn't wounded. Wolves naturally care for and groom each other, and our Pack really is one big family. I made out the schedule and had Linda, my second, post it and let everyone know who was on the first night.

The next few days were touch and go, she developed a high fever and had vivid nightmares. After the second day she went back to human form but still didn't wake up. We had to tie her hands down to the side of the bed as she would swing them around during her nightmares. She would try to lash out as if she was hitting someone above her. The girls and I started to sit up pn the bed with her and hold her as the dreams came and went. Eventually she woke up; as directed, Jean had left and told Doc when she saw the signs of waking. He had eased her off the sedatives and expected it.

I didn't do much more than say hi and deliver food the first time I saw her awake. Joel didn't want many people in there because it might scare her, and newly turned werewolves can be unstable and dangerous. I waited for him to come out, using my hearing to follow what was going on. It seemed to be going well, right until it wasn't. Men.

"I'm sorry. Pregnancies do not survive a shift, that is why in human form we avoid pregnancy, and after our wolves mate they remain in that form until the pups are born. You miscarried while you were unconscious." When he closed the door I smacked his arm.

"You can't tell her like that and leave! That was her child she just lost!" I went to enter the room and he moved to stop me.

"I don't want you in there."

"Too bad. Not only am I going in, but I'm taking off her restraints. Lock us in there together."

"It's too dangerous!"

"Get this straight, Joel, the bitches are MINE. She's MY responsibility, and I'll take care of her. Now move aside and lock the door behind me." I glared at him until he relented. "Keep someone outside the room in case I call for help."

I opened the door, she had stopped screaming but was sobbing uncontrollably. I went over to the bed and removed the bindings from her wrists before lying next to her and pulling her into my arms. "It's going to be ok, let it out..." I gently rocked her until she fell asleep in my arms. We slept until the next morning.

She woke up and I helped her to the bathroom and to take a shower. Her wounds were closed but were still an angry red, As I helped her with her legs and back I couldn't help noticing what a great body she has. She would be a fine addition to our little women's club, and the men would be fighting to get her attention.

Right now, sex wasn't the problem. She could barely do anything herself as her arms were stiff and she had trouble bending over or twisting due to the wounds on her back and chest. I dried her off, put her in a thick robe and we slowly walked out to the kitchen for breakfast. Everyone stood clear as I set her gently in a chair and the Omegas brought her some food. One look from me was enough to keep both men and women away while she settled down and started to eat.

She had more questions, and wanted to learn the names of the people so one at a time I had them come introduce themselves. Everything was going well until someone turned on the morning news in the living room and the lead story was her disappearance. No one was quick enough to stop her as she ran into the room and screamed at the image of her boyfriend being perp-walked into court. A few people tried to comfort her, but she made a break for the front door and had to be restrained. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! HE NEEDS ME!!" She struggled mightily as four of us picked her up and carried her back to her room. We had almost made it when we heard the sound of joints popping. She wasn't screaming to be let go any more, now her screams were of pain as her wolf surged forward.

"EVERYONE OUT!" I yelled, and the house quickly cleared. It took about 20 seconds for the change to finish, and when it was done a white wolf was looking up at me from the living room floor. I had changed as well, and my dark brown wolf stood over her, hackles up, snarling, demanding submission. When she didn't get it, the fight was on. She scrambled to her feet and spun quickly, head up and growling back at me. My wolf advanced, circling slowly, before charging and putting my shoulder to her chest. She was too injured to spin away and was knocked off her feet. Without hesitation, I saw my wolf go for her neck. The white wolf struggled and whined but the grip on her neck was tight. She tried to twist out but my grip tightened, holding fast even if skin wasn't broken yet. She stopped fighting and exposed her stomach.

That allowed my wolf to stop the fight. Dominance had been established and the wolf had accepted me as Alpha Bitch. My wolf released her and she stayed down, but licked at my muzzle, another sign of submission.

She stayed on the carpet for about ten minutes, panting gently and looking around. I chuffed at her and started for the doggie door on the kitchen entrance, looking back to be sure she was following. I could tell she was stiff but as we moved out into the surrounding woods her body started to relax. Her wolf was clearly taking in all the smells and sights of the woods, and managed to keep pace as I loped towards a nearby lake.




Hunting Wolves Ch. 03



I froze when the smell of deer came our way. Instinctively she did the same, breathing in deeply to discern the scent. We slowly worked our way upwind until we spotted the young buck and several does. They were moving along a crick towards a swampy area. I looked back to make sure she was following, then stalked forward through the pines and forest plants until we were spotted. The buck snorted and the group bolted away for the cover of the swamp, but we were close enough. I had picked out the largest doe and I leaped onto its rear flank as it started to run. I bit deeply into it, ripping muscle and sinew before I fell back to avoid its feet. It turned to the left, only to go down in a heap under a mass of white. She had followed me and had grabbed the doe by the neck. One powerful shake of her head caused a loud snap and the deer went still.

I stood over the kill until she got the message to back off. She lowered her head and lay down nearby. I tore into the deer and extracted the liver. Chuffing softly at her, my wolf moved aside and she slowly approached. We dug in to our kill with gusto. 

Steam rose from it in the cool morning air as we gorged ourselves on the bloody meat. Once we had our fill, I sat back and howled a song letting others know we had a kill. As we watched from a sunny patch of grass nearby, a few other wolves crept forward. They looked at me and then went to dig in. Within minutes the deer was down to some well-gnawed bones.

I got busy cleaning the blood off her white face before she did the same to me. I felt the bond between us getting stronger as our wolves groomed each other. Once done, we laid back in the sun and started to nod off. I felt my wolf give up control and my human side rushed forward to fill the void. Soon and I was in human form, and the white wolf was gone to be replaced by the young woman. She started crying softly so I pulled into my lap, put her face to my chest and hugged her.

"I can't go back to what I was, can I?" She was looking at me but her face showed she knew the answer.

"I'm sorry. What you are now can't exist with what you once were. Our wolf side can't be controlled, it can't be locked up. It can push forward at any time, especially if you are scared or in danger. Anyone you are around who isn't Pack would be in danger."

"Can I get word to my family I am OK?"

"No. Right now you and we are safe because we live apart from the rest of the humans. We can't chance them finding out about you, the Sheriff wouldn't stop until he finds you. And then what? No, the answer is to build your new life here. We can give you family, safety, belonging... I know it isn't what you want but it is the best we can give you." I gently kissed her hair as I snuggled her closer.

"What if I try to leave?"

"Well, we would have to stop you, for our safety and your own. You need to know, though, that your wolf sees everything you do the same way you see everything she does. Your wolf has bonded with Joel and I now and considers us her Pack. She won't react well to you trying to leave or putting us in danger. She would take over before you could do it."

She thought about it a while. "Is there anything we can do to help Doug? He doesn't deserve this any more than I do."

"Only indirectly. We will monitor his trial and help if we can, but you have to trust Joel to do so in a way that is best for the Pack." She didn't talk for a few more minutes. I could feel her tears dripping down my breasts.

"Emma... is it wrong for me to like my wolf?"

I smiled. "No, our wolf is part of us, we may not be able to communicate directly but we are two halves of the same coin. We all need to come to peace with it."

"It was fun, you know. The run, the hunt... I don't like being out of control, but I felt so... I don't know..."

"Free?"

"Exactly. Everything was so clear, the smells so intense, the excitement of the chase; it was like I was finally alive. I've never felt like that before."

"That's good. The faster you accept your new life, the better it is for everyone."

The next three weeks flew by for both of us. I kept her with me at all times, allowing her to learn the Pack and wolf behavior before her introduction at the full moon. She was a quick study, having grown up with pet dogs she already recognized some of the postures and signals we use in wolf form to communicate and show dominance and submission. Two weeks after the attack she was fully recovered, and our daily runs and hunts in wolf form became longer and more intense. All the rabbit, small game and deer helped fill out her form and made her white coat almost glow.

It also helped her when we found out that Doug had been cleared of her murder and they suspected a wild animal attack. The search for her had been called off after two weeks with no clues. She watched the coverage of her memorial service. She saw Doug standing awkwardly by her parents, and she said her goodbyes to him through the living room TV.

Finally, it was time for her Pack introduction. In addition to making her a full member of the Pack, it was the day she unveiled her new name. Her previous name was never again to be spoken. Joel and I brought her to the top of the stairs in our communal home, giving thanks for her adjustment to her new life and her submission to her new Alpha pair. "So, my little white wolf, what shall you be called?"

She looked out at her new pack and loudly said, "I shall be called SNOW." There were smiles all around, with her coat she would be almost invisible in the winter. Joel gave her a hug, then said, "And so we welcome Snow to our Pack. Come and greet her!" 

One at a time, by rank, the Pack members came to hug and smell their new pack member. Emma had warned her that this was just the preliminaries, the real fun would come in wolf form when her initial place in the Pack hierarchy would be determined. All of the Betas were hoping that she would recognize their dominance as they were meeting her officially.

I could see that she was giving no signs of submission to any but us. Even the Omegas hoped for her to be at the bottom, but they were the first to glance away. I expected there were going to be some fights in wolf form to get all this sorted out. I had explained, and Snow had seen a few examples of wolves trying to move up in the pack. Most times it didn't result in a fight, it was settled by posturing. Those fights that happened usually ended with one submitting before any real damage, but if the wolves were really stubborn they could end in death.

It was time. Joel gave the signal to change, and we all doffed our clothing and headed out the front door to change forms in the yard. As Alphas, we had more control over our changes than most pack members, as our wolves recognized the need to be in human form at times to lead the Pack. Once we changed, the rest of the Pack felt their wolves surge forward in response. The wolves gathered around us, then Joel led us to a clearing where our challenges take place.

It didn't take long for Linda, my senior Beta and second, to make her move. She boldly strode over to Snow, tail erect and head high, growling a clear message to submit. Snow kept her head and hackles up as she growled back, and they circled each other until Linda had enough and attacked.

In seconds it was clear that she had underestimated her opponent. She came in high, intending to knock Snow on her back, but Snow jumped to the right before lunging back in to grab her left foreleg. Using her weight, she pulled back and caused Linda to spill forward, sliding on her face. In a flash, Snow had let go of her leg and went for her neck as she was rolling over. Her jaws closed down on the black fur of Linda's neck as she struggled and tried to disembowel Snow with her paws, but Snow kept her body away and kept squeezing to cut her air off. It took longer for Linda to admit defeat than it took to be beaten; she stilled below Snow and exposed her stomach. Snow relaxed her grip, then let her go. Linda rolled over and crawled off as Snow howled her victory to the trees.

"Wow, it looks like I have a new Second. I wonder if she will try for my spot next." I knew just how good she was, she was much younger but I was experienced. I knew it would be a tough fight if she tried. I was relieved when she approached us with her head down and licked at my face then Joel's before sitting by my side.

No one else approached, the other Betas quickly decided they didn't want any part of her. Each of them passed by Snow and the Alphas, body language showing submission. Once it was over, Joel howled for the hunt to begin and led us out to find some deer. We got five, a good omen for the future of our Pack and our new Second.

Everything was going well with her as we moved through into the fall. Our Pack focused on laying in supplies for the winter, a few of us making a run to the local warehouse store for canned goods and staples while the rest hunted, fished and smoked meat. Once the heavy snows of the northern Minnesota winter came in, the roads would be impassable and we only had a couple snowmobiles for emergency use.

As fall gave way to winter, I could feel my heat coming on. My wolf knew what this meant and forced her way forward. As I walked through the house, the pheromones caused every male to take notice soon they were all crowding me. This didn't last long as Joel got to me. He growled at them all, forcing them to back down. I led him out the door. My wolf wanted him alone! I led him on a merry chase through the woods, and when he thought we were far enough from the others he put a quick end to it. He ran in front of me and turned his shoulder until I stopped. He ran his muzzle along mine, licking at my face, before rubbing along my side to sniff my dripping red sex. When his tongue hit it, I just about exploded from the sensation. I quickly presented myself to him, stretching my forelegs in front of me as my head looked back to watch him mount. His red cock was erect and ready as he lifted up and wrapped his forelegs around my back legs. He poked around until it was in the right place then surged forward.

I yelped as the pain of being impaled hit me, but he used his chest and legs to hold me still as he withdrew and plunged forward again. It only took a few strokes before the pain turned to unbelievable pleasure and I was making soft growls and yips. His strokes were strong and fast, quickly driving me to orgasm after orgasm. I could feel his knot swelling at the base, and yelped again as he forced it in. This caused his thrusts to become limited in length, but the sensation of the knot against my entrance was heavenly. Finally, he slammed forward with a triumphant howl as I felt his seed surge into me.

We stayed tied together for almost an hour, lying side by side as we recovered. He finally slid out and our mixed fluids drained into the cold ground. I knew this would go on for a couple days as our wolves did all they could to ensure the next generation.

I was thirsty. I got up and he followed me as we went to the lake to find a spot with open water to drink from. I had just started to drink the cool water when it felt like something slammed into my chest, knocking me sideways as the pain exploded in my ribs. I tried to get up but my body didn't cooperate. I could hear Joel's frenzied whine and then the report of a gunshot. Joel darted back to the cover of the trees as another shot rang out. I tried to crawl, but my legs wouldn't move. I looked at my chest and all I could see was blood. Breathing was becoming difficult and I didn't have energy anymore. Everything went black as I realized I was dying.



Hunting Wolves Ch. 04



Doug's Story

"All charges are dismissed. The defendant is free to go."

It took a moment for it to hit, then I sank back in my seat. My lawyer shook my hand and my father hugged me from behind. It was over!

Well, not really. I looked over at Gary, Lissa's father. He was sitting there with a shocked expression on his face and holding Madeline tight to his side. She was white as a ghost as she cried into his chest. Their nightmare just got worse. Me confessing to the crime was their last hope to find her. Now that it was wolves, it was likely they would never recover her body. They would never be able to have a proper funeral, never have closure. No justice would be found, no answers. Nothing.

I saw him glance up at me, but he quickly looked away. I'm sure he blames me for his daughter's death. After all, I took her camping. I left her alone in the tent. I didn't protect her, and now she was gone.

Now I had nothing, not my girlfriend, not a future, not a child she hadn't even told me about yet.

I leaned forward and covered my face with my hands. I didn't want the press or anyone else to see my grief as it finally hit me that my Lissa was gone. I only looked up when the Sheriff's Deputy touched my shoulder. "If your lawyer contacts us, we can arrange to release your personal effects to him. That way you don't have to go through these leeches." He was looking at the press as he said that.

I walked out of the courtroom between my father and my lawyer. The steps were packed with cameras and reporters. My lawyer talked briefly about justice but I wasn't even listening to him. Someone asked me if I knew where Lissa was. I stopped and looked at the reporter. "If I knew, I would have told them. I want to be able to say goodbye to her." With that, they escorted me through the crowd and into a waiting car.

We stayed at a hotel for a day while the paperwork was processed. Eventually I got back four boxes of my stuff and my Mustang convertible. I drove it straight to a car dealer and traded it in for an old F-150 4x4. I was going to need something that could handle winter.

When I got home, we had to repeat the whole thing with the local Sheriff. They had to return everything they had taken when they executed the search warrant on my parent's house, including my firearms. I checked out my baby, my Accuracy International AX bolt action sniper rifle in .338 Lapua Magnum. I use a similar rifle in Afghanistan, where it holds several records for long range kills. Corporal of Horse (CoH) Craig Harrison of the UK's Household Cavalry, who recorded a 2,707 yd shot (confirmed by GPS) in November 2009, also during the War in Afghanistan, in which he hit two Taliban insurgents consecutively. He used the older L115A3 sniper rifle. One of my heroes as a sniper, SEAL Chris Kyle, used a .338 Lapua by another maker to make a 2,100 yard kill in Iraq. I liked it because it was easier to fire and lighter than the .50 cal rifles, and had better long range ballistics. I could hit man-size targets at a mile more often than not with mine. My rifle was the next generation, and was even better than the ones the Marines let me use. The other stuff was more standard, an AR-15, a Smith & Wesson M&P9 9mm pistol, and some shotguns. I spent some time cleaning and checking them all before locking them up in the safe in my closet. 

I had just finished washing up when my Dad yelled I had a visitor. Capt. Grubb, the JAG officer who I had talked to shortly after being arrested, was there along with a Gunnery Sargent from the local recruiting office. It didn't take long to figure out that with all the publicity, the brass wanted me out of the public eye as soon as possible. I was given a choice- either cleaning weapons at Quantico, or shooting bad guys in Afghanistan. Another unit had a sniper who broke his leg while on patrol, and so I would take his place. Frankly, I needed the break as much as anyone.

I was "wheels up" on the way to the 'Stan less than 24 hours later. I was able to make the memorial service for Lissa, which was pretty awkward. I don't think her parents know what they think of me any more. I tried to be respectful and didn't press things, it wasn't about me. It just pissed me off that so many people looked at me like I'd done something wrong, or had gotten away with murder. Not many approached me or wanted to be seen with me. As the plane gained altitude, I decided I needed to let all that go behind me.

So what was left in my life? I would stay in but the Marine Corps didn't want me. I had no job, no idea what to do next. No girlfriend, no wife. 

I would find her. THAT I could do. I knew the search parties had given up, but I wouldn't. I would go up there and do two things- find her remains and make sure no one EVER had to go through this again. To that end, my pack was stuffed with my research materials. Topographical maps, wolf surveys, maps showing cattle predation. I also had downloaded a number of books on wolf behavior and trapping.

It took two days and a couple helicopter rides to make my way to my unit. They were stationed out of a forward observation post Shrine. This was the northernmost Marine position in Kajaki, occupying the high ground along the northern side of the Helmand River. Since winter was approaching, it was very cold at night but could be hot in the day. It was isolated, uncomfortable, vulnerable to mortar fire and completely out of internet range. Yep, they found the perfect place to hide me.

My reputation had preceded me. Marines in general don't like anything that makes the Corps look bad, and our code makes people who harm women and children the lowest of the low. Most of them wouldn't look me in the eye. It didn't matter that I had been released, in the end no one could be sure I didn't kill her. I wasn't going to argue; it wasn't a unit I was going to be with long. I had 30 days in country and I was going to make the most of it.

I was teamed with Corporal Joe Miller, who was in his first deployment after graduation from Scout Sniper school. He was a farm boy from Oklahoma, and we hit it off fine as he briefed me on the area. We had overwatch duty on 2 hour shifts, every 6 hours. There were several positions around the OP we could work from, mostly old mattresses that sat behind sandbagged walls. Marine sniper teams consisted of a spotter and a shooter, with the shooter on a Barrett .50 sniper rifle and the spotter with a powerful spotting scope. You'd think being a sniper was exciting, and there are some moments, but for the most part it is drudgery. Look here, look there. Make range maps. Look back here and there and see if there are any changes. Follow vehicles, donkeys or motorcycles. Get to know who is going where and when so you can tell if something is abnormal. Take notes. Make more maps.

Then turn over the watch to another team, get some food and rest, and start again. The routine was helpful to get my mind off everything that had happened.

Joe and I were asleep that night when the first explosion woke us up. It was still far off, but the shout of "Patrol under fire" was all we had to hear. I grabbed my helmet and Kevlar, still in my boxer shorts and boots that hadn't been tied yet, and we ran to an empty firing position with our weapons. I could see the flash of weapons fire on the road below, and a Humvee was burning and upside down. "Fuck! Find me a target!" As Joe was getting the spotting scope up, I was attaching and firing up the night vision attachment to my Schmidt and Bender rifle scope. I then chambered a round and searched for a target.

The patrol was three Humvees, two were pulled across the road and were protecting the Marines who were recovering their buddies from the wrecked vehicle. I could see the platoon was deployed in the ditches and being attacked from the front and the right side, where the bad guys had set up behind rocks on the hillside above the road. I looked for the biggest threat, but Joe found it first.

"Machine gun, 2 o'clock and 300 yards north of the vehicle." Moving my rifle that way, I saw the muzzle flash and increased magnification to 24 times. "Range 1440, wind 10 from 070, elevation -330." I put the information into the ballistics calculator, basically a program for my iPhone that was preloaded with the ballistics of my rifle and load. My scope was normally zeroed for a thousand yards and no wind, so I quickly adjusted the 18 clicks right and 10 clicks down. Placing crosshairs on the target, I relaxed my body, trying to get as low and still as possible, while slowing my breathing. 

I had the target and centered the crosshairs on it between heartbeats. "Ready."

"Send it."

The .50 caliber rifle belched its fire as the heavy projectile hurtled towards its target. I could see the trail through my scope until it struck the rock just to the right of the nest.

"Elevation good, 2 yards right." Joe had seen the same. I made a quick adjustment to my scope and relaxed again.

"Ready"

"Send it." Boom. This time it was right on. The machine gun jerked upwards before falling silent.

"Hit. Next target, right 20 yards, down 5, RPG."

I move over to it. Everything was close enough enough that I didn't have to make more adjustments. We worked methodically through the targets, almost not hearing the "whoomp whoomp whoomp" of the mortar launches. Someone shouted "INCOMING" and we hunkered down in our sandbagged position, covered by the sheet metal roof. Three explosions, one really close. "JOE WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY FIRING FROM?"

The counterbattery computer was already on it. The radar had tracked the incoming mortar shells and calculated the firing location. This was linked to an artillery unit nearby, and the enemy mortar team only got off four more rounds before a 155mm Howitzer round vaporized them and the truck they were hiding behind. 

The mortar team being handled, we went back to work. The range made it difficult but I got more hits than misses as we knocked out attackers from top to bottom, figuring the Marines would have an easier time with the ones that were closer. The battle had turned in our favor, and a few minutes later the enemy retreated over the hill. I figured I took out eight or so, we would find out later when the bodies were recovered. Fifty cal wounds were pretty easy to identify as it basically exploded them like a watermelon.

"Nice shooting Doug."

"Good job Joe, you got me on them quick." Joe stood up as I unloaded my weapon. It was only when I tried to get up on my knees I noticed there was something wrong. 

"Doug... lay down. CORPSMAN!!" Joe held me down with one arm while he got out his flashlight. "Fuck, man, just sit still and wait."

I reached back with one hand to where my butt hurt, feeling the blood that soaked my boxers as my fingers reached the shard of metal embedded just below the Kevlar vest in the top of my right butt cheek. "Fucking hell, man, the bastards shot me in the ass!"

Joe moved aside as Doc moved into our position, taking the rifle and spotting scope with him. Doc cut my boxers off with a scalpel, leaving me bare-ass facing the rest of the team as he cleaned away the blood and inspected the jagged shard. I had a couple other small wounds on my legs he quickly bandaged. "L.T., we need a medevac for him." Our platoon leader moved away to call it in. "Jesus, Doug... wait till the nurses get a look at that pasty white butt of yours."

"Fuck you, Doc, I'm from Minnesota, that's TAN for us." Doc laughed as he packed the wound with gauze then tied a field dressing over it. He also gave me some morphine. That's some good shit. Pretty soon I was feeling no pain.

Doc, Joe and the Lieutenant had a conversation while I was relaxing on the shooting pad. "When did he get hit?"

Joe thought about it. "The only mortar shell that was close to us was one of the first three. This guy shot for 15 minutes without noticing he had a piece of steel in his ass."

Doc looked at them. "It can happen, in the heat of battle you don't always notice your wounds."

I looked up at them. "I didn't feel anything until I tried to get up. Can you pull this shit out?"

"Doug, I have to leave it in, it will be uncomfortable as hell but the surgeons will need to do it." I was lifted face down onto a stretcher, covered with a blanket and waited for the Pedros to arrive. "By the way... the nurses at the field hospital are mostly guys. Maybe you have a chance since you'll be ass up in the hospital bed for a few weeks."

"Don't ask, don't tell, right Doc? And how exactly would you know?" He didn't answer as the helicopter arrived. The rest was a blur, the flight, the arrival, the surgery (of course I was out for that.) Even the recovery went fast. I was in Germany less than 24 hours after being hit. A Marine Colonel presented me with my Purple Heart just before I loaded up for the States. I never got a chance to say goodbye to my team, but I did text Joe and let him know I was OK. Since I was so close to end of service and needed time to recover, the Marines processed me out and sent me home to recover, with outpatient care at the Minneapolis VA. As Forrest Gump would say, "It was a million dollar wound."

The piece of shrapnel was added to the shadowbox my Dad had made to commemorate my military career. They didn't even clean the blood off it.

So I was back home, with nothing much to do except physical therapy and the Internet. I didn't like going out in public. Too many people recognized me, and just like in the Marines, there were a portion of those who thought I did it. So I stayed home, I learned, and I plotted.

I told my Dad I wanted to go up and search for her. His advice, put succinctly, was "Are you fucking crazy?" I tried to tell him I wasn't, but he wasn't done. "If you find her, it's because you did it. If you don't find her, you were covering up the evidence. There is no scenario under which this works out. Go to school, find a job, do something to move on with your life. It's over."

So much for paternal support. He was right, but it wasn't the first time I ignored his advice. After all, he wanted me to go into the Air Force. 

I waited until he was at work before I packed and left, leaving a note that I needed to get away and was going to visit some buddies in California. I had a little money left over, enough to cover a few months out in the woods. I put my cold weather gear, camping equipment and weapons in my 4x4 pickup. I drove to an Army surplus store and stocked it with enough MRE's and dehydrated foods to camp for a few months. I then drove to the same trailhead I had been driven from in handcuffs, parking the truck off the road and covering it with pine branches. It wouldn't withstand scrutiny, but it would be enough to hide it if you weren't looking for it.

It took a week to move all the material to my forward observation post. I had located a small cave near a stream leading to the lake and decided to make that my base. I spent a few days building a sheltered entrance, a sleeping platform, and storage. The rest of the time was hiking back and forth over the snowy trail. It was early November, and the national forest was still pretty empty. The days were short, nights bitterly cold, and the cave was a quiet and uncomfortable hide. In other words, typical for a Sniper.

As soon as I got everything set, I started my scouting trips. I had snowshoes with me for when the snow got deep, but so far it wasn't bad. I started scouting with the lake we had camped at, working my way out. I didn't expect to find her, really- too much snow and too late in the year for that. It was all right. The snow made it easier to find and track the wolves.

I started seeing some tracks about ten miles from my base camp. It was too far away to commute to my base camp, so I set up a sniper hide on a rock overlooking the small lake. It was on the side away from where the tracks were seen but I could see the entire lake and surrounding forest. I figured I would give it a few days and see if they returned. If nothing showed up, I could always keep looking.

The hide was basically a foam pad, a few sleeping bags, and a tarp covered with branches. I couldn't move much, but I had good sightlines and an elevated firing position. My baby was at the ready, scope covers down and sandbag at the front. I spent two days watching and listening before it paid off.

I had used a laser rangefinder and a satellite map to make a range chart of the water and woods in front of my hide. When the dark brown wolf started moving down the steam to the water, I quickly checked that I had 887 yards. There was no wind, and my ballistics computer had already been programmed with altitude and temperature. For me, this was an easy shot. I adjusted the elevation on my scope and settled in behind my rifle.

Relax... breathe... focus on the movement of the crosshairs. Take up the slack on the trigger. Deep breath. Let it out halfway. Send it.

The shot traveled true, and I chambered another round while it was in the air. I saw it hit that huge wolf in the chest and blow through. The wolf dropped immediately. I caught motion in the top of my scope and quickly adjusted to where a second wolf was coming out of the woods. I had another shot in seconds, but in that time the sound of the first shot had reached it and it jumped away. It might have grazed it but it didn't go down. I had chambered another round, but it ran into the forest before I could get another shot off. I heard it howl, a howl that seemed full of anger and grief, not the kind of howl you normally associate with wolves. It was chilling.

I kept watching for a while, but no more wolves appeared. I heard the howls of a pack in the distance, and again later. That was weird. I thought the noise of the shots would scare away the wolves, but these seemed to be coming closer. I kept watching, but soon the sun was down and the moon wouldn't rise for another few hours. The night was cold, still and quiet.

Too quiet.

The total absence of noise was my first clue something was around. The next was the low growl behind me.

I couldn't see a damn thing. 

I had a surprise for them, a flare gun. I reached around the tarp and fired the parachute flare straight up. In seconds the bright light illuminated everything within a hundred yards. What I saw scared the shit out of me.

Wolves. A whole fucking pack of them. They were gathered in a semicircle around me, growling and slowly advancing. The lake and its thin ice was behind me, there was no way out. I knew I was a dead man, but I wasn't going down without a fight. The rifle was useless except as a club, so I stood up and drew my Smith and Wesson pistol from my thigh holster. There were dozens of wolves and 19 rounds, and only a few seconds of flare light left.

I had just lined up my sights on a big white wolf when I saw it was changing. Before the light went away, I saw a naked human standing before me. Not just any woman, either. My hand dropped to my side and the pistol slid from it to the ground.

"LISSA!" 

I dropped to my knees as the wolves closed in. They swarmed me, two grabbed my arms and pulled me back as a third barreled into my chest. Standing over me, the biggest one took my neck in its teeth and bit down. I could feel the blood pooling into the snow. The last thing I heard before darkness came was my girlfriend begging them to stop.



Hunting Wolves Ch. 05



Lissa's Story

It was the howl that woke our wolves. A howl of incredible grief, pain and anger.

Every one of us had their wolf surge forward, the change quickly overtaking the pack members as we ran for the doors of our home. I led the pack alongside Jack, the senior Beta, since our Alphas were out making the next generation in the woods somewhere. The howl was Joel, our Alpha, and something was very wrong. Our warriors were in front, the female Betas on the sides, the lower ranked wolves following behind as we tore through the woods towards whatever had caused this. The pack was quiet and efficient. 

A low growl from Jack caused us all to slow and fan out. I smelled it too- blood. I could smell Emma, and her scent carried the stench of death along with it. Jack looked left and right, the Pack spread out and hid until we could figure out what was going on.

It was only a few minutes until we saw Joe slowly moving towards us. His head was down and he was bleeding from just behind his left ear. 

The Alpha looked at the woods, the darkness quickly came with the setting sun. What was needed now was violence. Coordinated violence. The whole pack was pissed that their Alpha Bitch had been killed and wanted blood.

We set off in a V-formation, Joel at the head, Jack and I by his right and left sides. We moved swiftly and silently through the dark forest, our eyes able to see the paths before us by the starlight of the clear winter night. It only took us about ten minutes before the smell of the human was before us. Joel chuffed and we slowed and spread out, forming a semicircle around the area his scent was the strongest. Once every wolf was in place, we moved forward as a group, shrinking the circle and trapping him within. I could feel my lips pulling back to expose my teeth as we advanced, Emma had been a friend to me and having her killed by an irresponsible hunter was a tough blow to my human side. My wolf was clearly pissed. Didn't these idiots know it was a violation of Federal law to hunt wolves? 

We exited the treeline as one, seeing the small tented area on the rocky point just twenty yards ahead. A low growl from Joel stopped our advance. He looked left and right, his meaning clear. This kill was his.

There was movement ahead, we saw an arm poke out and then the night was lit up with a bright red light. It raced up in the sky and then started to float down. We started to advance again as a group as the man stepped out into the light. He reached for something on his leg, but I didn't see that, all I could see was his face.

"DOUG DOUG DOUG!!" I yelled but in wolf form it did nothing. I saw him pull a pistol out, closing my eyes I focused my will and somehow pushed my wolf back. The change was quick, and I stood up and saw the recognition in his face.

"LISSA!" My heart broke for him but it was too late. Two of the warriors had run forward and latched onto his arms, pulling him back, as Joel jumped forward between them. Doug was knocked back and I could only watch in horror as my Alpha went for his throat. "NO PLEASE NO PLEASE DON"T KILL HIM JOEL! HE'S MINE."

Doug stopped struggling and I saw Joel hesitate. I ran forward, using my hip to push him out of the way as I flung my naked body protectively over Doug. I kept my back to the Alpha as I tore a strip from his shirt and used it to stem the flow of blood from his neck. Luckily, he had been wearing a turtleneck and it had limited the damage somewhat. I kept pressure on the wounds as best I could while ensuring he could still breathe.

I felt a push at my shoulder and a growl. I turned to see Joel standing there, hackles up and growling. He pushed at the front of my shoulder this time, he wanted me out of the way to finish the job. "NO! Leave us alone!" I turned my back on him, which clearly was the wrong behavior. His growl became more menacing, and this time he nipped my shoulder as he leaned his chest on my torso. I stared into his eyes, defiantly claiming Doug as my own. I may not be in wolf form, but my message was clear. It was over my dead body that he would touch him again.

The next time he came to bite, I was ready. I dropped my body on top of Doug and then rolled to the far side, allowing Joel's muzzle to chase air as he lunged for me. I continued the roll, grabbing the fur of his forechest as my knee came up to slam into his side. I pushed him away and put myself between him and Doug, raised up on my knees and waiting.

He stared at me for a moment. I could see the anger in his eyes, the conflict, the need to dominate. I'm pretty sure his wolf could see my love and determination in mine. My body language mimicked a wolf- I was making myself seem bigger, more dominant, more dangerous, even as I kept human form. I watched as his body language changed; his shoulders relaxed, his head lowered, as he continued to stare at me. I glared at him. "Go home. Leave us. Emma needs to be tended to."

With a chuff he finally turned around, leading the rest of the Pack away from us. I lowered my shoulders in relief, I knew this wasn't over. The next time he got me in wolf form he would make my wolf understand the consequences of my rebellion, stomping his dominance into my hide. I really didn't care, he could kill me if my Doug didn't make it. He would be doing me a favor. I went back to Doug, tearing another long strip of shirt I gently wrapped his neck to hold the cloth in place. It looked like his bleeding had slowed.

Of course, now I was freezing. I went to his sniper hide, and clipped to his backpack I found a flashlight. It wasn't much of a shelter, just the heavy sleeping bags and a tarp for weather cover. I unzipped the sleeping bag and went back to Doug. Kneeling down, I grabbed the material of his jacket and slowly slid him across the snow and ice. It took me about five minutes, even with the werewolf strength I had gained he was a load to move. I finally was able to get him close enough to remove his jacket and boots and roll him into the sleeping bag. I put his jacket on then snuggled myself in next to him, my back spooned into his chest, before managing to zip the cold weather bag up again. Snug was an understatement, I could barely move and my legs and feet were still cold. 

It took a while, but I started to warm up and his breathing on my shoulder lulled me to sleep.

I woke the next morning, reveling in the heat that warmed my body. He had made it through the night! He might be cursed to be a were like me, but at least he was alive. I still had a chance at happiness again. 

I zipped the sleeping bag down and slowly got out. Checking his wounds, they were no longer bleeding. His color was good, but he was running a fever. I just had to find a way to get him through the change now.

I looked around in his backpack and found some long underwear, wool socks and an extra pair of boots. Thank God he had the extras, I thought, as I pulled the clothing on. It was big on my but at least my bottom half was covered now. Once I could stand up, I found an extra shirt and put that on before putting the jacket back on. I looked around the hide and sniffed, all was clear. It was one of those beautiful winter mornings, clear and calm. I was really beginning to like it up here, it was so peaceful compared to the city.

I heard movement behind me and turned to see Doug starting to wake up. I quickly went to his side and pressed a hand on his chest to keep him down. "Relax, love, I am here. You were bitten on the neck and it is bruised, I need you to keep still so you don't open the wounds again." He looked around then looked back to my eyes as he relaxed. "The rest of the pack is gone. You are safe here, I will take care of you." I slowly lowered my face to his and gently kissed his lips. "Now move over, I'm freezing out here and I need to hold you in my arms again." I quickly doffed the jacket and boots then slid back in, this time he was on his back and I was on my side with my head resting on his broad shoulder. My left leg found its way up his thighs as my left hand snaked its way under his torn shirt to the patch of hair on his chest. "God I've missed you. I don't ever want to leave your side again." His arm hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe as we stared at each other in wonder.

He tried to speak but couldn't get above a scratchy whisper. "I thought I had lost you." Tears were forming in his eyes as his hand caressed my back and down to my butt. I ran my hand across his chest.

"I never wanted to leave you. You don't know how hard it was to see what you went through and not be able to help, to not be able to get you word I was still alive."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was not allowed. After I was bitten, the local werewolf pack found me and nursed me back to health. Their law does not allow knowledge of us to pass to humans. Even if I had found a way to tell you, they would have killed you to keep the secret."

He closed his eyes for a while. "I would have become one if it would keep me with you. All I want now is for us to be together, to raise our child together." 

Tears formed in my eyes as I realized he didn't know what I had already made peace with. "Love... the baby does not survive the change to wolf form. When I shifted to kill the wolf who attacked me, it killed our child. I'm so sorry, I was worried about what you would say but I never had the chance to tell you."

"I don't blame you for anything. I love you and we will have the rest of our lives together." We snuggled and held each other until we fell back to sleep.

I woke a few hours later to the sound of a snowmobile. "Let me handle this, love," I said as he tried to get up. "You have to rest and heal." I got up and put the shoes and jacket on as the snowmobile came to a halt. I was glad to see it was one of my Betas, Linda, and not my Alpha. Linda and I had gotten along well after our short dominance fight, and as a human she had become a good friend and helped me adjust to pack life. 

"Snow, I brought you some clothes and hot food. I figured you would need it by now." I smiled as I walked towards her in the oversized thermal underwear and floppy boots.

"Thank you, I'd hate to have to walk home in this. Not exactly my style!" We both laughed as I took the pile of clothes and sat on the snowmobile to get changed.

"So, he made it through the night?"

"Yes, he's awake but resting. His throat is bruised and he lost some blood but he should recover." I leaned back to pull the insulated jeans up past my butt and then pulled on the Sorel boots over the wool socks I was wearing.

"That is good. Start him on the broth in the thermos, then if he holds it down you can move on to the meat. He will need a lot to deal with his injuries and the turning." I nodded and set the cooler aside. "Joel sent me with a message along with this stuff."

"Yes?"

"We are burning Emma tonight. You may come, but the man who killed her is not welcome."

"I won't come without him. He's Doug, he's my boyfriend, he was the father of my baby that I lost when I made the change. I love him."

Linda sighed. "You are Alpha Bitch now that Emma is gone. However, Joel's wolf will not allow you back unless you submit to him. Your actions last night were a challenge to his authority. He doesn't know why his wolf backed down, but it won't again. Crawl back to him and take your place in the Pack. We need you."

I looked back at the tarp. "He needs me more right now."

"I'm not getting between my Alphas. He was bitten, he will make the change and then he will need a Pack to stabilize him, the same as you did. If you return to the Pack, you will have all of our help. He will be a strong fighter for us."

I really didn't want to do this right now. "I'm afraid that he won't be accepted. He hurt the Pack. He didn't know, but he did, and some will want him to pay for it."

Linda put her hand on my arm. "You know that he isn't Pack until after the introduction. Yes, some will blame him, but they will also understand why he did this. They will know he tried to kill the wolves who took his love from him." We didn't talk for a while. As I started to get up, she said, "The other thing he told me was that he wants this area cleared of any evidence you were here. We can't have people searching these woods again."

I thought about it for a moment. "I guess I better see if he can move, then." We went back to the tarp.

"Doug, honey, we have to move. This place is too exposed for you to rest and heal."

Doug looked up at me and the woman who was standing behind me. His throat was still bandaged and he couldn't talk. I pulled Linda forward. "This is Linda, she is a friend and another member of the Pack. She needs to break down this campsite and remove all the equipment before someone finds it." Doug looked at her, then asked quietly "So now what?"

"She will take it back to the house that is shared with the rest of the Pack." He started shaking his head. "We have to, there isn't enough time for you to remove it and you don't have the strength to hike back to the pack house. We also don't know when your wolf will take over."

"So we aren't going with her?"

I shook my head. "No, that wouldn't be wise right now. That wolf you killed was the mate of our leader. The Pack is saying goodbye to her. If you show up you might be killed." 

I could see the pain on his face as he laid his head back down. Shooting an animal was one thing, but shooting a woman who wasn't a threat to him was against everything he held sacred. "It wasn't even her fault. I killed an animal that had done nothing to me. All my life I've hunted game, I even killed men that were animals in my mind, and I end up killing an innocent woman."

I brushed the tears from his eyes. "I need to take you somewhere else. You should be able to walk as long as we take it easy. Do you have a place to go to?"

He sat up and yanked the tarp stakes out as he cleared his visual path. "My permanent camp is about two miles to the southeast. We can go there until I've rested up. Then I've got a truck hidden and we can drive that wherever we need to go."

"OK, let's take what we need and let Linda get rid of the rest." We packed up his backpack and the cooler. He looked at his rifle and the pistol I had picked up from where it had been dropped the night before. "I'm sorry, we really should let her take that and the pistol. They will be safe. Linda, put his stuff in my room when you get back." 

"As you wish, Snow. You guys get going, I will take care of this." With that I helped Doug to his feet and then I put on his backpack and grabbed the small cooler. He slowly moved off, I could tell he was stiff and he was still pale from the blood loss. We could only walk for ten minutes before he needed to stop. I helped him sit on a fallen log then opened up the cooler. There was some hot chocolate in there, I opened it and handed it to him.

"Baby, you need to eat and drink to get your energy back. Your body is repairing itself faster because the wolf gene is now in you. You will find you need a lot more food as you make the change." He nodded as I dug through the backpack, producing a Carnation Breakfast Bar. "I want you to eat and drink something at least every hour." I polished off a bar and some granola along with a bottle of water while he slowly ate. I could tell his throat hurt when he swallowed, but he was getting the food down. Ten minutes later we were walking through the woods again.

It took us over an hour to make it to the cave, the entrance was well hidden by a fallen pine and some brush. The walk had taken all the energy out of him, in fact the last twenty minutes he had to keep his arm around my shoulder to keep his balance. I turned on the flashlight and looked around, the cave was about ten feet across and four feet in height. Cozy. He had a large mattress on the back wall, a metal box for foods to the right, and a container with clothes on the left. In the middle was a kerosene space heater and a camping stove. The cave entrance could be covered with a heavy waterproof canvas drape. I helped him over to the bed, stripped him down and tucked him in. He was out before he was covered up.

I found the matches and got the small heater fired up. It didn't take long to take the chill off the space, not that it would matter under the thick blankets and sleeping bags. I stripped naked and slid in next to Doug, being careful not to touch his neck as I curled around him. After all these months, it felt so good to be snuggling him I fell deeply asleep within minutes.

I woke up in the middle of the night when Doug's hand grasped my right wrist. Apparently he woke up as I was stroking his proud cock. His hardon proved his loss of blood wasn't too severe, right? I looked at Doug's eyes in the dim light of the space heater, I could see his desire sparkling in them as he tried to say something. "Hush," I said as I brushed my lips to his. I flipped the covers back until he was uncovered in all his glory, all firm muscles, tanned skin and sex. I could smell his pre-cum on my fingers as I gently moved it across his head. Grinning, I moved down and placed my head on his stomach.

I reached my tongue out and gently licked the sticky mess off the tip of his cock. The taste exploded in my mouth, it was nothing like before. Such strength and complexity of taste, plus the smell was so strong, wild and manly. I didn't hold back, I brought the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I grinned to myself as I felt his intake of air at the sudden feeling when I drove my head down until his cock was deep in my throat. I stayed there for a few moments, swallowing around the shaft as my tongue moved side to side on the underside of it. His hands came down and lifted me off, but I just took another breath and went back down. I wasn't going to drag this out, I wanted to taste him and I knew he couldn't wait. I pulled back until I just had the head in my mouth while my hand jacked him quickly. I could feel his head swell as he approached his release, when the time was right I drove myself all the way back down. I smiled in triumph as his essence painted my throat. He gave me three good spurts before I came up, and another into my mouth. The taste was amazing, I could do this all night if he would let me. I sat up and made a show of swallowing it down then smiled and kissed him. 

I know he wanted to say something, but I put my finger on his lips and laid my head down on his shoulder. "We can continue this in the morning, love." He pulled up the covers and kissed my head before we fell back asleep.

I woke in the morning to a cold bed. Panicked, I looked around but didn't see him. I jumped out and opened the flap at the cave entrance, relaxing when I saw him there. He was standing buck naked except his Sorel boots, hand on his hip, peeing over the edge of the dropoff near the cave entrance. Such a guy thing.

"Hey handsome... nice ass you have there!"

He didn't turn around or interrupt his stream, he just said, "Yours is better." 

"Hey, what happened to your bandage?"

"Took it off, it is almost completely healed. I feel good, strong even."

"What's that on your ass?"

He tapped his jagged scar with his fingers. "That's just a souvenir from my final tour in Afghanistan. Mortar round." 

He had gone back. Wait, he said 'final.' He must have gotten out then! I put on boots and walked out next to him. I didn't pee over the edge but I did squat down and go in between two rocks. He helped me back up and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we walked back. 

"My God, I've missed you Lissa. My life meant nothing when you were gone. Can you every forgive me?"

I looked at him in shock. "I don't need to forgive you for anything. You weren't at fault for when I was attacked and turned. You tried to avenge me, even if you went after those who weren't at fault. It's me who needs to beg forgiveness. I let you sit in jail and watched your life be destroyed because I didn't have the courage to stand up to my Alpha and come forward." I buried my face in his hard chest. "I'm so sorry, they said I couldn't have my old life back and I went along with it. I lost our baby and... I..."




Hunting Wolves Ch. 05



His arms wrapped around me as he kissed the top of my head. "I would go through hell itself if you are waiting for me at the other side. I love you Lissa, I always have." I started crying again, stopping only when he put his hands on my cheeks and lifted my head up. 

"Don't blame yourself. Blame does nothing for the future." He gently kissed me. "I was shocked when they told me you were pregnant, but it wasn't until your funeral that it really hit me that I had lost you both. It took a while, but I decided that if I ever had another chance at a family that I would never take it for granted."

"Well, that brings up a few interesting things we will have to talk about." I explained what I had been taught about pack life, matings and pregnancy. It was a sobering discussion. "I can't go back to my pack now. If I do, I as the Alpha Bitch will go into heat and Joel will take me as is his right. If you try to stop him, your challenge will be to the death. He's got decades of experience fighting, you are newly turned. I can't risk you doing that. I can't risk what we have over what my stupid wolf will do. The brazen bitch will probably run right up and stick it in his face while I scream in my mind for her to go back to you."

He thought about it for a while. "Then we leave. We go back to my truck, we drive far away from here, and we start a pack of two. As long as I have you, I don't care what I become or where I go."

I melted as he crushed his lips down on mine. It took several minutes before we finally broke apart. "Honey... so you'll go anywhere I go?"

"You betcha."

.

"I'm going to bed!" I kicked off my boots and dove back on the bed. "Now is that hardon ready for action or is it just for show?"

He smiled as his dick bounced around as he took his boots off. "You make me so hard a cat couldn't scratch this." He moved on top of me, capturing my mouth in a possessive kiss as my legs wrapped around his thighs. "I will make love to you for hours later, but right now I need you so bad..."

"So take me." I reached down and lined him up with my dripping slit. He slid home in one long and glorious thrust. "FUCK me, I've missed this so!" He started to say something but I pulled his lips down to mine as he slowly withdrew. His hand gripped the hair on the back of my head, pulling against it as he drove home again. And again. My body was humming with excitement, I had my man and he was TAKING me like I had been dreaming of for months. We could make love later, I thought as I drove my hips back up in time. The sound of his hips smacking my ass filled the cave as he bent my legs back to my chest and drove deep. The sensations were overwhelming, sex was so much better, so much more to experience now that I had wolf senses. I grabbed his ass with both hands as his thrusts became shorter and faster, both of us building towards a climax that would shatter records.

And shatter I did. It started deep in my stomach, but exploded out to my extremeties. "DOUGGGGGG!" My muscles locked up, my breathing stopped, black spots appeared in my vision- everything stopped working as the wave crashed over me. 

"LISSA!! FUCK!!" He drove impossibly deep and held me tight as he sent rope after rope of hot cum deep inside me. 

When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, still buried deep inside. It took a few moments for him to get enough strength to look at me. "Are you all right, love?"

"All right was a long time ago. I'm fucking fantastic." I was still breathing hard and the aftereffects of my orgasm were still running their course. I felt like I was flying. "You can do that to me forever." 

"Forever won't be long enough." He kissed me, then he rolled me onto my side, staying inside me the whole time. Sleep came quickly.

We woke an hour or so later and he poked his head outside. He took some deep sniffs of the air, not really understanding what it was, but I knew. Deer. Some deer where just upwind of the cave. I didn't get a chance to say anything before his wolf pushed forward.

He dropped to his knees in pain as the change started. Bones cracked and reformed. Fur pushed out through skin as his body lengthened. His mouth opened as if to scream, but nothing came out as his face lengthened and sharp teeth formed. It probably just took a few seconds, but it seemed like forever to me. When it was over, a large silver wolf with white tips on his ears was standing in the cave. Before I could say anything, it leaped forward and disappeared.

I didn't even stop to put anything on, I ran out into the snow and cold to follow him. I begged my wolf to take over, to track him down and keep him safe, but nothing happened. I stumbled across the rock and snow and pine needles, using my senses to track him. It was freezing out, but without my Alpha here to force the shift my wolf wasn't playing.

I heard the deer bolt and listened for the sound of a kill. The gunshot stopped me in my tracks. "Fuck!" I took off at a dead run. I knew it wasn't safe, but my man could be hurt and I couldn't slow down. I came to the ravine where the deer had been grazing, I was too busy looking for Doug I didn't pay attention to the ground ahead. My front foot slipped on a patch of snow-covered ice, I couldn't regain my balance. I fell heavily, my head smacking into the frozen ground. 

I regained consciousness, my head spinning as I tried to sit up. I immediately got sick to my stomach and rolled to the side, losing my breakfast in the brush. It took a few minutes more but I managed to get to my feet. I was dizzy and sore, grasping trees for support, but I kept going forward. When I got to the clearing at the end of the ravine I saw a deer being field dressed by two men in orange camouflage. "Help..." I tried to move forward but my feet were frozen and my body wasn't cooperating any more. I dropped to my knees, then fell to the side just as the first man got to me.

"Billy, call 911, get some fucking help here!" He pulled off his hunting jacket, then his overalls. He pulled the oversized pants over my frozen legs and pulled the straps tight, then lifted my upper body and put the jacket on. Everything was so big I didn't need socks or gloves. I tried to say something, but my teeth were chattering so bad I couldn't talk. He picked me up bridal style and held me tight to him.

I heard the sound of an ATV starting and a few minutes later Billy showed up. He pulled next to us. "I've got no service out here, we'll just have to call for an ambulance on the way." 

"I'll do it. You stay here and I'll come back and get you after I get her to help."

"Why do you get to save the hot naked lady?"

"Because you have all your winter clothes on. It shouldn't take too long." He got on the ATV, then Billy used some bungee cords on the racks to lash me to his chest and legs. I barely had strength to hold on as he took off for the trailhead. "Miss, just hang on and we'll get you to help. What is your name?"

I was shivering as I thought, I didn't say anything at first. My options were pretty limited. I couldn't get away, I could barely sit upright. I didn't know where Doug was, and in wolf form he would do whatever his wolf wanted. All I could do was protect him. "I... I don't know."

The man stiffened a little before looking back. "Other than being cold, are you OK?"

"My head hurts. I woke up naked and just started walking."

"My truck is just a few more minutes away. We'll get you inside where it is warm and get you to the hospital."

I hugged him a little tighter. "What is your name?"

"I'm Mike. Mike Andersen."

"Are you going to hurt me Mike?"

He stiffened again. "No, I won't. I will make sure you get the help you need. Did someone hurt you?"

I paused a while. "I don't know." I shifted a little. "My head hurts and I'm sleepy."

"That's hypothermia setting in. I want you to keep hugging me to stay warm, and stay awake for me."

I held on. A few minutes later I was bundled into an extended cab F-150 and covered with blankets. Mike jumped in and tore down the snow-covered dirt road that led to town. 

I stopped shivering at the main road before we met up with the ambulance. He had finally connected to 911 and passed along information about me while I burrowed myself into a nest in the passenger seat. Heated seats... let me just say I will never have a car without them again. I knew he said to stay awake, but once I was warm sleep took me quickly.

I woke up in a hospital bed, machines hooked to me, and a Sheriff looking down at me in shock. 

"Holy shit," he said, "It's Alyssa Miller."

"Do I know you?"

"No, Ma'am, but I know some people who will be very glad to see you. Do you remember anything about how you ended up naked and freezing in the middle of nowhere?"

I gave him a blank look. "No." I closed my eyes and my face scrunched as the headache pain raged on. "I remember waking up cold and running for help."

A doctor came in to examine me and the nurse with him pushed the Sheriff out. I pretended to be asleep as the doctor finished his exam. They left and closed the door, but with my new hearing I could still make out their conversation. "Sheriff, she has an injury to the back of her head just above the neck, it could have been a rock or blunt object. She also showed signs of hypothermia, which is expected, but also of recent sexual activity."

"OK, I'll need you to do a rape kit."

"Already done. Are you sure of her identity?"

"Yes. I got some prints off her before she woke up, and I took a photo I will send to her parents and get them to verify. Did she say anything about who did this to her?"

"No, she doesn't remember. Head injuries are tough to predict, she might remember everything when she wakes up or she might not remember a thing."

"Well, the DNA won't lie. I have a pretty damn good idea who did this."

"I hope you get him, if it is Lissa she's been put through hell."

The sheriff sighed. "I have to go interview the guys who found her. Here's my card, call me immediately if she remembers anything." I listened for their footsteps to walk away. Shit. This was going to get bad.

I kept the charade going, the less I had to explain the better. I slept, ate, watched coverage of my case leading the news and worried constantly about Doug. My head was getting better, I didn't have the headaches by the next morning. I was thinking I could pull this off when the door opened and my parents walked in.

I let my shocked face go blank as they rushed over to my bed. "You... I know you."

My Mom practically fell onto the bed to hug me while my Dad leaned down to kiss my face. "Yes, Lissa, we are your parents. Gary and Madeline Miller. God, baby, I'm so glad you are alive!" Mom was crying nonstop onto my chest, I wanted to hug them and tell them everything but I couldn't.

"Mom? Why can't I remember you?"

"You will, Lissa, you will. Everything is going to be fine."

I was in the hospital one more night, my 'memory' never came back but physically I was OK. My parents checked me out and the police snuck me out since the press was camped in front of the hospital. They took me home and doted on me constantly, I'd pretend to remember something once in a while just to make them think I was getting better.

I liked to sit in the sun room, wrapped in a blanket, and watch the sun set. I would look into the woods behind my house and pray a wolf would show. When he didn't, my Dad would pick me up and take me to bed.

I was sipping on a hot chocolate and watching the woods when the doorbell rang. I listened in as a Madison Police detective talked to my parents.

The rape kit DNA tests had come back. It was a match for Doug. A warrant for his arrest on assault, rape and kidnapping charges had been issued.



Hunting Wolves Ch. 06



It was the smell of the deer that brought my wolf out.

One moment I was standing by the cave entrance, my back sore from sleeping in weird positions and my balls aching from all the sex last night. I felt something pushing in my mind, then as I started to lose control of my body I could hear and feel the change coming on. Lissa had told me about what would happen, so I tried to relax and just be an observer, because that was what it was like when the wolf took over. There was pain, crunching of bones reforming, snapping of tendons and stretching of skin. It was all over in a few seconds, and she promised that later changes wouldn't be like that. I was glad, that wasn't fun.

She was right about what being a wolf was like. It was like wearing a virtual reality headset for gaming that was being controlled by someone else. You could see, hear, smell and feel everything but you were powerless to control what happened. I wanted to yell for Lissa to tell her what happened but the plug had been pulled to control my voice. I could just watch as my wolf surged forward into the snowy field outside the cave.

I was amazed by the senses my wolf had. My eyesight was better, not having the color vision but it was incredibly sharp and even in the shadows I could see well. My hearing was off the charts, and the smells were assaulting me on all sides. I tried to pick out the scents, but human experience smells are nothing like these. I watched as my wolf loped through the forest, nose up occasionally to sniff for deer as we silently moved closer. I heard Lissa yelling for me, but my wolf didn't even turn around. I could see my silver and grey paws below me as I slowed down about five minutes later. The smell was much stronger, now I knew what deer smelled like. I could sense the difference between the bucks and the does as my nose picked up the scents carried in the light breeze. We were coming up on the edge of a ravine. I watched in fascination as my wolf hugged the ground, belly crawling to the edge to look over.

I could see half a dozen does and one large buck along the crick that ran through the ravine. The group was moving along towards an open field, grazing along the way. I knew my wolf had hunting instincts, because as a sniper I recognized the stalking techniques he was using. We kept brush and vegetation in between us and the deer, moved slowly and stopped frequently, and froze when there was any movement towards me. It took about five minutes to make it down and get close enough to one of the does to have a chance.

BANG!

The sound of the shot spooked the deer, and they took off before my wolf could react. I could tell immediately that it was a large caliber rifle round, but that didn't matter as my wolf jumped up and took off after one of the does. It ran up the side of the draw and into the forest, and it had enough of a head start that my wolf gave up the pursuit. A few minutes later we were retracing our steps, when the scent of humans came, mixed with another scent. One I recognized. Lissa. My wolf was nose to the ground, tracking the trail she left when we heard the sound of an engine. Creeping to the edge of the treeline, I watched in horror as Lissa was dressed in extra coats and bundled onto an ATV before being driven out. My wolf watched but did not move, the instinct to avoid humans and their guns, I figured.

We watched for quite a while, one human down there field dressing a buck. My wolf eventually lost interest and headed back for the cave. He sat outside it and let loose a mournful howl, his companion was gone and he was alone. As the sun set, he went inside and curled up on the bed. We slept surrounded by her scent.

In the morning the wolf still had control. Stepping outside the cave, he watered down the entrance before heading back towards the lake where I had set up the hide. He was tracking the trail we had made to get here. It didn't take long to get to the lake and nothing but my smell was left there. My wolf searched around, and I could tell that he had picked up the scent of the pack from a few days earlier. Something Lissa had told me came to mind- that wolves are pack animals, they are driven to form groups, and become unstable when alone too long. 

My wolf must have agreed, because he started following the trail of the pack around the lake and into the woods. Being detached from control let my mind wander. It was a beautiful day, Christmas was coming, and carols played in my head. "Over the river and through the woods, To grandmother's house we go, the nose is the way, to find our way through the bright and drifting snow, oh!" Yeah, I know. Sue me. I'm just a back seat driver here.

We covered maybe ten miles before we came upon the pack compound. As we got closer, the scents became much stronger and fresher. We made it almost to the shop before we were noticed. A man was putting wood in a wheelbarrow one moment, and the next was a brown and black wolf surrounded by shredded clothing. He let out a warning howl as he approached us, hackles up and snarling. My wolf stood his ground, and must have been threatening enough that he stopped. In less than a minute we were inside a circle of wolves.

One wolf strode confidently into the circle with me. He was larger than me and power radiated from him. His fur was brown in color with a white patch on his face and ears, and I could see a little gray in his muzzle. My wolf started to whine as he came closer, his posture demanding submission from my wolf. I was praying my wolf would give up. If there was a fight, it would be short and bloody for me.

My wolf rolled over and presented his neck. The big wolf took my neck in his teeth and squeezed gently before releasing. Sitting back, he smoothly shifted into a man. "SHIFT, all of you." The wolves surrounding me immediately shifted back to human form, unconcerned with their nudity as that was normal for them. My wolf gave up control and my body shifted as well, leaving me on my back in the snow.

"Doug, we need to talk. The rest of you, go back to your work. None of you are to harm or interact with this man unless I direct it." They nodded their heads and walked away, averting their gazes from us. He offered me his hand and helped me to my feet.

"That was interesting."

"I bet. My name is Joel, I'm the Alpha here. Was this your first shift?"

"Yes, it happened yesterday afternoon."

"I figured that. Let's head back to the house. Lissa is all over the news now and we need to talk about the both of you." The cold didn't affect me as much as I thought it would, and it didn't bother Joel at all. He stopped at a box on the front porch and tossed me a pair of sweats. 

"We go through clothes like you wouldn't believe. We buy cheap sweats, shorts and T-shirts at Walmart by the cartload just to keep up." Dressing quickly, I followed him inside and into his office. He sat down behind the large desk and gestured for me to sit at one of the wooden chairs in front of it. The seat was slippery and the chair tilted forward a little, forcing me to use my thighs to keep from sliding off. Joel grinned a little as he saw what was happening. "That's a little tip I picked up when I read a book on Admiral Rickover. He messed with the chairs because it kept people slightly uncomfortable and focused when he talked to them."

I smiled back. "Yeah, I can see that. I guess you can pick up tips from anywhere, we're a long way from the Pentagon." I was actually shocked to be here, there was a big smelly turd in the room and it was time to get it out in the open. "Lissa told me that the wolf I shot was the Alpha Bitch of your pack and your mate. I'm truly sorry for your loss. I had no idea." I held his gaze for a few moments but his eyes were cold and distant. I could see the emotions in his face, anger, pain, sorrow and pity warred across them.

"I don't know if I'll be able to forgive you for what you did. Emma was my best friend and the mother of our twins. I have a hard time looking at you and knowing that you will cause our babies to grow up without her." I tried not to show emotion and just listen. "Let's face it, this thing sucks all around. Snow never wanted to be a wolf, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You've been put through hell because we couldn't let anyone know she was a member of our pack. My pack will never trust you. They know you sought revenge, but Emma was like a mother to all of them and we all felt the loss."

I slowly let my breath out as I thought carefully about my next statement. "I can sense how my wolf wants to be part of a pack, but I could never ask to be part of this one. I respectfully request assistance so I can leave here and try to make a life with Lissa before it is too late."

Alpha Joel tapped his fingers on his desk. "Long term we can help with that. Do you know what happens when a wolf pack has a strong new leader come up within its ranks?"

I thought back to my research. "Well, either the Alpha is challenged and the loser is killed or driven off, or the younger wolf just leaves."

Joel nodded. "Yes... especially if that wolf wants to mate with another wolf in the pack. It is common for pairs to head off together, to form a new pack. It is not an easy life, there are many challenges and many such pairs don't make it, but I think that is the option I would prefer you to have. Not because I'm afraid of what would happen if you challenged me, but because of Snow. She loves you, you know. She always has."

"She is everything to me now." I was gripping my hands together to keep them from shaking. "If I hadn't come here, what would have happened with Lissa?"

"She's out in the world right now, but her wolf won't stand for being apart from an Alpha for too long. Eventually it will take over and return to us. She would be the new Alpha Bitch of this pack. She would go into heat soon, and I would fight anyone for the right to mate her."

"What if she doesn't want you?"

"Her wolf won't give her the choice. It's what she is now. She will mate with the dominant wolf of her pack. If you want her to be with you, the only ways are to kill me or take her away and become her Alpha." I could tell he cared for her by the way he put his own pack's welfare behind what Lissa would want. "You will have to get her in wolf form and get her wolf to submit to yours. After that, you must establish a territory away from other packs until you are large and strong enough to defend your borders. It has to be away from here, too."

I sat back in the chair, noting how my thighs were starting to burn from holding myself in place. I hated these things. "How do I get to Lissa? My truck is hidden back at the trailhead."

Joel smiled and pulled a couple of papers out of his desk. "Actually, it's in my pole barn. You sold your F-150 to me a month ago for $500 and this old Honda Civic. You said you couldn't afford the gas and maintenance. Just sign here and here, it's already backdated. I'll get them mailed in soon enough." I smiled and signed the forms. 

"How did you know to bring it here?"

"We heard over our police scanner that a naked woman had been found in the woods by hunters. We figured it was you and Snow, so I sent a few of my Pack over to make sure no evidence of our existence was left behind. They loaded all your gear into the truck and got it out of there before the Sheriff could find it." 

I was so relieved to hear about this, I was worried I'd be in more trouble. "So now what?"

"You stay with us for a few weeks, let the news cycle blow over and the searches stop. Lissa will be fine, now that she's in a hospital she will return home. You spend time with me, learning about your wolf and about how we live without society knowing about us. Deal?"

I smiled and leaned forward to shake his hand. "Deal. Thank you for doing this for me."

His smile faded. "I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for Snow. Until you become her Alpha, she's still a member of my Pack and I'll protect and support her as best I can."

I can respect that. 

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Lissa's House, Two Weeks Later

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I couldn't let this charade go on any longer. "Dad?"

He quickly came to see what I needed, ever since I reappeared they had been doting on me to the point of annoyance. I knew they felt horrible about what I went through. "Dad, please ask the Deputy to set up a time this afternoon to take my statement. I'd like to do it here, he probably needs to include the District Attorney's office."

He was confused. "Honey, why a statement if you can't remember what happened?"

"I remember everything. I need to talk to them before Doug gets hurt."

At the mention of his name my Dad tensed. "But Doug..."

"Is in love with me, and I love him. He didn't rape me, I gave myself to him. Please, Dad, set it up. This has to stop."

My Dad looked back just before he left the sun room. "Can you tell me what happened first?"

I shook my head. "No, I'd rather get the whole story out at once. Everything is going to be fine, Dad, I love you and Mom and I'm sorry I put you through all this."

"I'm just happy to have you back, Lissa. I'll go set it up." I went back to watching the woods and sipping my cocoa. I could hear the conversation easily in the front hallway, the Deputy was on the phone with his office and my Mom made a beeline for me.

"My baby, you really remember?" She squeezed in next to me in the large wicker chair. "You're really OK?"

"I love you Mom. I'm sorry about everything." 

She sat back a little and looked at me. "Lissa, are you going to be in trouble?"

"No, Mom, I'm good. I feel much better now." I rested my head on her shoulder as she cuddled with me and I fell asleep. My Dad must have put a blanket on us because we didn't wake up until two hours later when the investigators and county attorney arrived.

Fifteen minutes later, I was seated in the living room facing a video camera and the investigators. They had gotten my permission to Skype into the county attorney's office in Duluth. "The following interview takes place on December 18th, 2014 in Madison, Wisconsin. Present for the interview are Deputy Stanley Wilkins of the Madison County Sheriff's Office and Assistant County Attorney David Smith. Present via videoconference is Cook County, Minnesota County Attorney Lawrence Andersen and Deputy Philip Kuhn. In the room are victim's parents, Gary and Madeline Miller. Ms. Miller, can you state your full name for the record?"

"Alyssa Irene Miller. Please call me Lissa." Deputy Wilkens nodded back.

"Lissa, you are not a suspect in any investigation and you have declined legal representation for this interview, is that correct?"

"Yes. I just want to tell what happened and be done with it. Parts of it are difficult for me to talk about, so I'd appreciate it if you'd let me tell the story before asking any questions."

Deputy Wilson smiled. "That would be fine. We will be taking notes during this interview, and if you need to take a break just let us know." I nodded. "Would you like to start with what happened on the camping trip this summer?"

I locked my hands together and placed them in my lap. Looking straight into the camera, I started. "Doug and I were heading on a camping trip. Things had been tense between us, we were fighting over him wanting to reenlist and me wanting him out. It didn't help that right before we left I found out I was pregnant. I was afraid to tell him about the baby until I knew where we were going as a couple. I didn't want to use our child to force him to stay with me. The first night was fun- we hiked in, set up camp, and made love by the lake." I could see my parents reacting out the corner of my eyes. I was afraid to look at them, but I guess they had long since accepted that I was not their little girl.

"Doug goes out for a run every morning, and he let me sleep. I woke up when this huge wolf came into our tent and started to sniff me. I screamed and tried to fight him off, but he was huge. His shoulders came up to the top of the tent flap and he outweighed me. He kept biting and scratching me. I tried to get away, but I couldn't. He was fully erect, and was fighting me to stick it in. When he finally mounted me I thought I was going to die, it just kept hammering away. I really fought then, poking his eyes and trying to choke him. He was biting at my neck and shoulder, trying to force my head down. I remember there being so much blood, so much pain, and I was starting to see black spots and get weak. I really thought that I was going to die."

My Mom was crying and Dad was holding back the tears. "My body started to burn up, I was in so much pain as I felt bones break and it felt like something was bursting out of me. When the pain stopped, I wasn't me anymore. I looked down and saw paws and white fur, fur covered with blood. I couldn't do anything except watch as my wolf fought back."

The Deputy couldn't stop. "Wait, what do you mean your wolf?"

"Just that. My body was now that of a wolf, but my brain was not in control any more. I could see, feel, hear and smell through my wolf body but something else was in control. It's like being in the passenger seat of the car- no control over where you go or what you do. The other wolf was soon bleeding and my wolf chased it off into the woods. When we caught up to him, we killed him. I watched him bleed out from the throat as I lay there trying to stay alive. I fell asleep, I must have woken up a few hours later and my body had healed enough my wolf was able to limp away. I traveled away from camp until late in the afternoon when we found a sheltered place under a tree near a stream. We spent almost a week there, healing up, before we were able to move on. After that, we roamed the woods, eating rabbit and deer and covering what must have been hundreds of miles of territory."

"What were you looking for?"

"I was looking for Doug, but I have no idea what my wolf was doing. We don't communicate between each other. She just took over and all I could do was watch."

I could tell he was biting his lip trying to avoid laughing at me. "Well, Lissa, when did you come back to your human form?"

"Two days before I was found. My wolf picked up a scent and followed it. It was Doug. When I saw him, I was so excited my human side pushed forward and I changed. He was shocked, there I was, naked and alive. He took me back to his camp and we made love for hours."

"Where did Doug go?"

"I don't know. I bit him while we were having sex, I didn't know that would cause him to change. He turned into a wolf that morning and took off. I ran after him, I didn't even grab clothes or shoes. I slipped on some ice and hit my head. When I woke up, I was so cold I was kind of out of it. I stumbled on some hunters and they helped me."

"So this whole time you were missing you were actually a wolf in the north woods?"

"Exactly. And Doug is my mate."

"Interview suspended." The Deputy turned off the video machine. "Mrs. Miller, could you and your husband take Lissa into the kitchen and get her something to drink? We need to talk for a few minutes." My parents couldn't get me out of there fast enough. I sat in my Dad's lap at the kitchen table and cried on his shoulder as my Mom got me a glass of water. They didn't know what to say. I don't think the "How to Raise Your Teen" books covered werewolf conversions.

I used my enhanced hearing to listen in to the conversation in the living room. The county attorney from Minnesota was pissed. "What a fucking mess. She needs professional help. I can't get her anywhere near the witness stand."

Deputy Wilson coughed. "It pretty much shoots the indictment to hell. Even if you ignore the fantasy land she was in, the rape charge won't stand when she is on record saying the sex was consensual and she's in love with the guy."




Hunting Wolves Ch. 06



"There's no need to continue the interview. I'm squashing the warrant and closing this mess out. One warning, this interview stays buried. She may be a loon, but no one deserves to have this story go public. Close your paper and lock it away."

They started to pack everything and Deputy Wilson came to the kitchen. "I think we got everything we need. The warrant on Doug Johnson is canceled. Sir, can I talk to you in private?" My Dad left with him. "Sir, I could tell you are as shocked as we were. This is a name of a local psychologist we have used before who has experience with dealing with victims of violent crime. She might be able to help."

Yeah, that would be fun. I didn't need a shrink, I needed Doug. He was all I would ever need.

That evening I was in my usual place in the sun room, watching the woods, when I saw movement in the trees. Smiling, I opened the door wide as a silver wolf with white ear tips ran forward to meet me. We met just outside the door, he knocked me onto my back and pinned me down with his paws on my shoulders as his long tongue licked up my neck and face. I lifted my chin to expose my neck and he gently took it in his teeth before releasing me.

I heard the door bang closed and saw my Dad standing there with a shotgun. "LISSA!"

"Relax, Dad. It's just Doug."

"Doug?"

"My Doug. Do me a favor, grab some sweats or shorts from your room before you see more of my man than I'm comfortable having you see."

When he came back, Madeline was with him, standing in shock as the huge wolf I was hugging transformed into a naked specimen of male perfection. Well, except that big scar on his ass, but that was quickly covered as he put on the offered sweatpants.

Doug put his arm around my waist as we turned to walk inside with his parents. "Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller, I'm sorry about scaring you. My wolf just couldn't wait to see her."

"Please, call me Gary. I don't know what to say right now. Maybe we should just sit down." We went into the living room and I sat with Doug on the love seat, cuddled into his side, while Dad sat on the couch and Mom went to get drinks. Strong drinks.

Doug started a conversation no one was really comfortable with. "I'd like to apologize to the two of you for everything you've been through. I know it is tough to accept, but your daughter is a werewolf and so am I. We love each other more than anything and we will find a way to make this work."

"Make what work?"

"Our dual nature. We can't control when we shift that well, so it is very difficult to live in a town or do normal work. The other werewolves we have met live in remote areas, like this, where they are less likely to be discovered. Our kind can be killed by being mistaken for wolves by ranchers and hunters, and it can be dangerous to those around us as our wolves can be unpredictable."

I cut in. "We need your help as we figure it out, not just in terms of your love and understanding, but some changes we will need to be safe here. Like doggy doors and dog beds here in the sun room. We need to be able to get out to the forest and back in." We talked for a while about what life with us would be like. My parents love me a lot, they took it all better than I expected.

We had been there a week when it happened. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling all hot and bothered. My sex was swollen and dripping, and it smelled different.

I was in heat.

I sat up in our bed and that was enough to wake Doug up. He took one sniff and shifted into his wolf, putting his nose into my crotch and licking me repeatedly until I came hard. It didn't put out my fire, though. I felt my wolf push forward, and soon my white wolf was running out the doggie door into the woods with a silver wolf at my heels. Doug ran alongside me at times, rubbing against my shoulder, or just behind me. I recognized the path as leading to an isolated meadow we had found on our walks together.

When we reached the grass, Doug's wolf had enough of the chase. He got his shoulder in front of me and turned me in a tight circle until I stopped. He rubbed his muzzle back and forth against mine before moving back to sniff my sex again. He licked it a few times, then moved behind me. My wolf is a little slut in heat, she didn't even try to play hard to get, she stuck her ass up, head down, and tail to the side. The brazen hussy was wiggling in excitement as she was mounted.

It felt SO good when he drove that big dick home. I let out a soft howl as he bottomed out, his forelegs pulling me back before withdrawing and doing it again. Wolves don't do gentle, it was hard and fast and glorious as that magnificent tool plundered my waiting depths. Every sensation was magnified by the heat, every stroke felt like it was going to be the one to drive me over the edge. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt something at the base of his dick banging my wet pussy for entry. It was much thicker than his already huge cock in this form, and I squealed and struggled against him as he tried to get it in. His teeth grabbed my neck and held me down as he forced it home with one powerful thrust. I yelped in pain, but soon forgot about that as he started short stroking me. The knot filled me up deliciously, rubbing against my inner walls and g-spot and sending me into orgasm after orgasm until he was holding me up because my legs were jelly.

With one final thrust, I felt him spurt time and again deep inside me until he collapsed his chest down on mine. His knot was still locked within me, but he was able to twist around until we were lying "nutt to butt" on the ground, both of us panting hard.

Twenty minutes later, he started moving his cock within me and I was soon coming more than a Bangkok whore during Fleet Week. An hour later, he did it again. God, I love this man.

It was near midday when his knot went down and we finally disengaged. It felt like a gallon of cum leaked out of me when he pulled out, and I have to admit I was disappointed it was over. He was a gentleman, though, cleaning up our combined juices with his tongue and giving me another orgasm for the road. We were both sore, and we walked together to a small river to rinse off. I fell asleep under a willow tree, waking only when he returned with a pair of fat jackrabbits for dinner.

My wolf wasn't giving up control, and we returned to the house and in the doggie door before collapsing on the bed together.

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Doug's POV

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I woke up on the dog bed, curled around my mate's furry back. That wasn't so much the issue, it was what woke me up. As in Mrs. Miller. Housecoat on and spatula in hand.

"Get something on, Doug, we need to talk."

"Yes Ma'am." Shit. I did not need to be seen naked with morning wood by anyone other than Lissa. I went to nudge her awake, but something in the back of my brain stopped me. Leaning over, I took a good sniff of my mate, then sniffed at her red and sore pussy lips. Her smell had changed.

I kissed her and left her to sleep. Pulling on some sweats, I went to see my future mother in the kitchen. I kissed her forehead. "Mom, we're going to need to come up with a reason you have a huge dog living here until spring."

"Why on earth would I need that?"

"Lissa's pregnant." You couldn't stop me from smiling. Grandma was pretty happy too.