12 comments/ 80238 views/ 130 favorites Young Wolves Ch. 01 By: sirreadsalot10 Author's note: I want to thank my editor JillieB and the guild for their support. ++++++++++ Cameron Reed closed the back door quietly so his mother and twin sister wouldn't hear him leave. They were fighting again, and he just didn't feel like listening to their shouting tonight. After he and Camille had turned eighteen last month, she had broached the subject of getting an apartment with her boyfriend Mike after graduation. Their mother Sharon was violently opposed to this plan, of course. The argument had become a nightly tradition. Sharon had dreams of her children being the first in the family to have college educations and Camille's plans to move in with Mike didn't fit with those dreams. It was particularly dark out tonight and Cameron tripped over an old tire laying on its side in the back yard. He cursed silently, straightened his glasses, and headed for the tree line. He didn't know how he felt about college himself. A year ago his father had left them for a girl who approved loans at the used car dealership where he worked and Cameron figured he should put off college for a while and get a job to help out his mom. His grades were good but not good enough to get a full scholarship, though Camille's were. He just couldn't see how they could afford tuition on his mom's salary. After his father left, they had moved to his grandparent's old house because his mother could no longer afford their own house payments. His mom's parents didn't charge them rent and that really helped them make ends meet. The clouds parted and the moon cast a wan light on the woods as Cameron slipped into the tree line, relieved to escape another oppressive evening at home. 'There are some advantages to living in the country,' he thought to himself. He headed for Bog Water Creek. He didn't know why people called it Bog Water Creek but his grandpa said folks had always called it that. There was a place in the creek where the water fed into a pool with a large rock overhanging the water. He liked to sit on the rock and watch the tadpoles swim when he was troubled or just needed to sort things out in his head. It took Cameron about twenty minutes to reach the rock. It was a little treacherous moving through the woods with the clouds periodically obscuring the moon and blackening the already dark forest. He kept tripping over bushes and having to push branches aside to make his way. After scrambling up the moss-covered rock, he sat and stared down at the black water. 'I won't see any tadpoles in this darkness,' he thought. The sound of leaves rustling snapped Cameron's head up. Momentarily, fear gripped him. But when no one appeared he settled down and chuckled to himself. There wasn't anything dangerous in these woods. It was probably just a raccoon coming to the pool for a drink. He listened hard anyway. A twig snapped and he froze. That sounded bigger than a raccoon. He tried not to move a muscle as his eyes strained against the blackness and his ears searched for the slightest noise. A cloud moved allowing the moonlight to softly illuminate the far side of the pool while leaving the rock where he sat in total darkness. He almost gasped aloud as a naked girl, shadows playing across her sensuous form, stepped out of the trees and underbrush and moved to the water's edge. He sat there stunned for a moment unable to move. It was dark enough that he could not make out her features, but the shape of her body in the shadows was breathtaking. She raised her head and sniffed the air. She cautiously turned her head from side to side as though looking for danger. He sat still, knowing she would see him if she just looked slightly up and across the pool. She waded into the water and moved toward him until she was almost beneath the outcrop on which he sat. He locked his gaze on her. He couldn't look away from her graceful body. He could make out that her hair was long but could not determine its color. The silhouette of her full breasts swaying captured his eyes as she turned gracefully in the moon-reflecting water. For a moment, the moon seemed to shine brighter and he noticed something liquid and dark covering the lower part of her face, neck, and the top of her breasts. 'That's blood,' he thought, 'she's hurt.' "Are you okay?" he called out. His entire mind focused on the fact that the girl needed help. He leapt down into the water beside her. It never occurred to him that he might startle her. The girl yelped in surprise as she swung her head toward him. He reached for her shoulder to steady her. She let out a feral growl and bit his hand hard. He yelped in pain and jumped back from her. "You're hurt, miss. I'm only trying to help you," he exclaimed. "Get away from me," she snarled. She was crouching lower in a defensive stance, indifferent to her nudity. "You're bleeding. We have to get you to the hos-" Cameron suddenly he realized that he knew her. "Jenifer Myers, is that you?" "Oh shit," she said. "Cameron, you have to get out of here now." She lowered herself in the water until only her head was visible to Cameron's gaze. "But you're hurt," he protested. "I'm not hurt. It's not my blood. Listen very carefully, Cameron. You have to get out of here now. I promise I'll explain everything when I see you at school. Please, just go home now. Please Cameron, there isn't much time." Every fiber of his being was telling him to stay, but she obviously wanted him to go. "Okay, but you better tell me what this is all about at school tomorrow," he said. "I will when I see you. I promise. Now go," she said desperately. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked, reluctant to leave if she was injured. "Yes, goddamn it. Get the fuck out of here," she hissed. She looked over her shoulder at the far bank as if she were expecting something to come from that direction. He turned and waded out of the water. He looked back one last time before turning to head home. She was still crouched in the water staring into the darkness past the forbidding trees on the other side of the pool. On the walk home, he played the incident repeatedly in his mind. It made no logical sense. Jenifer Myers, one of the hottest girls in school and a cheerleader, was naked and covered in blood on their land. He debated calling the police or telling his mom as he crossed the back yard, wiping the blood seeping from the bite on his hand on the front of his shirt. He decided that if Jenifer didn't show up at school tomorrow he would call the authorities. ++++++++++ Jenifer crouched in the water, listening intently. She could hear Cameron making his way through the woods away from her. She raised her head and smelled the air. The wind was blowing past her in the direction that Cameron went. She let out a relieved breath. He was downwind, so the others wouldn't smell him, just as she hadn't when she had approached the water earlier. She had to figure out some lie that Cameron would believe. He would never believe the truth. She sucked in a sharp breath when she realized she had bit him. It had been an instinctive reaction when he had frightened her, but now there were going to be consequences. He would be changing over the next few days. Tomorrow was Friday; he would be too sick to go to school. On Saturday, she'd be expected to hang with the pack all day. Maybe she could slip away Saturday night or Sunday, and explain what was happening to him. She knew from experience that he would be confused. The alpha was coming, and the others were not far behind. Jenifer could smell them. She splashed water on her face and chest to remove the blood of the coyote she had killed. She was just finishing as the alpha pushed through the trees. She stood up and regarded him. He was tall, maybe six foot four, muscular, with shaggy blond hair. His mouth was smeared with blood from whatever he had killed. Smelled like rabbit to her. His slightly above average manhood swung between his legs as his naked form moved toward the water. He had phased back into his complete human form. She seemed calm on the surface, but inside, her guts were rolling with worry. She knew she needed to tell the alpha what had happened, but was worried that he'd kill Cameron before the change was complete. He might kill him anyway. "Tyler," she said in greeting. "Did you make your kill?" he asked, panting slightly. "Yes, I just finished washing the blood off," she replied. The other four came out of the trees and gathered around Tyler, first Beth followed by John, Trish, and Allen. They all stood naked as Jenifer waded out of the water and joined them. The three girls looked at each other, wondering which one Tyler would choose for his after hunt rut. Tyler ran his eyes hungrily over the three girls while John and Allen moved back, lowering their heads to the alpha. The three girls stood with gazes down waiting for the alpha to choose. Tyler's arm shot out and he grabbed Trish by her long curly red hair. He yanked her off her feet and threw her face down on the bank. He quickly fell to his knees beside her. He grabbed her roughly by the hips with both large hands and yanked her onto her hands and knees in front of him. Tyler let out an inhuman howl and impaled Trish with his hard cock. Allen growled low in his throat when Tyler forcibly shoved his engorged member into Trish. He almost took a step when Trish cried out, but John's hand on his arm stopped him. "Easy man," John said. "He'll kill you." Allen flung John's hand off his arm and turned his back on his rutting alpha. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut as the sounds of their coupling washed over him. John felt for his friend. It must be torture watching the girl you loved get the shit fucked out of her. However, it was the way of the pack. The alpha made the rules and if you challenged him, you died. He was bigger, faster, and stronger than all of them. John hoped his friend would forget Trish and move on. It was his only choice. Jenifer watched Tyler pump his cock in and out of Trish's pussy causing her breasts to sway obscenely beneath her. A stab of guilt hit her. When Tyler had grabbed Trish, all Jenifer felt was relief that it wasn't her. She knew it would be her next time though, or the time after that. The sad part was it didn't have to be this way, but Tyler had no gentleness in him. He only cared about his own pleasure. Tyler grunted with each thrust as he sawed in and out of Trish's pussy. He reveled in the gasps of pain that escaped her lips as he assaulted her insides. In his mind, this showed his dominance and he loved it. He knew Allen wanted her but didn't care. He was the alpha. Allen could find some human girl to take care of his needs. The pack bitches were his and his alone. His excitement began to mount and he felt his orgasm coming. He felt the churning in his balls and morphed into his half-wolf form as he unloaded into Trish. She wasn't in heat so there was no danger of pregnancy so he emptied himself inside her. He bellowed as his cum pulsed into her and coated the inner walls of her sex. His claws pierced the skin of her hips where he held her against him as the last of his seed dribbled into her. He withdrew from her and stood, still in his half wolf form. His half-erect manhood was glistening with their combined juices. "I'm going for a run. Meet me back at the den," he said then disappeared into the darkness as he sprinted through the trees. Allen was the first to reach Trish and he gently helped her to her feet. Intense longing was there for anyone to see when his eyes met hers. They had been dating before Tyler decided he wanted Trish. Tyler had turned her and she had turned Allen before she really knew what the rules were. Trish had thought she and Allen could still be together. Tyler would have killed Allen if Trish hadn't begged him not to. In the end, she had to suck Tyler's cock in front of Allen to show her submissiveness, and Allen had to watch to show he could function in the pack. Allen loathed himself but the instinct to obey the alpha was so strong he could not fight it. Jenifer, Beth, and John moved away so the couple could have a moment alone. When Allen and Trish regained their composures, they all changed to half-wolf and loped toward the old abandoned house that the pack used as a den. Located a few miles away, it was secluded and private. It was the perfect place for a young pack to go unnoticed. ++++++++++ Cameron slept fitfully. He had strange dreams. He dreamed he was running through a dark forest, but he was closer to the ground than he should have been at five feet ten inches. It was as if he was four feet tall and running impossibly fast. He noticed every detail of the foliage around him. He could clearly see the veins in the leaves as he rushed past them. Some inner force was driving him on. He was in pursuit of something and he had to catch it. Then he caught sight of a doe running ahead of him. The deer leapt to the left and right as it tried desperately to elude him. He crashed into the animal from behind and dragged it to the ground. He quickly sank his teeth into its throat and felt the warm hot blood fill his mouth. Cameron clawed his way out of the dream. As consciousness returned, he knew something was terribly wrong. Every joint and muscle in his body ached as if it was on fire. Even his dick hurt. He tried to get up but the pain was unbelievable. He fell back into the bed, exhausted from the effort. He looked at the clock. It was six in the morning. His mom would be getting ready for work. He called for her a few times but she was probably in her bathroom downstairs. He changed tactics and called for Camille who had the bedroom next to his. Camille pushed his door open, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Her long brown hair was still mussed from sleep. "What the hell are you hollering about?" she asked irritably. A look of concern came over her face when she got a closer look at her brother. He didn't look so good. "Get mom," he croaked. His throat felt sore as well after the yelling. Camille disappeared from view. She returned a moment later with Sharon in tow. "Baby, what's wrong?" his mother said as she moved to his bedside. "I don't feel so good," he whispered. Sharon put her hand on his forehead and gasped. "Cameron, you're burning up. Camille, get the thermometer from my bathroom. It's in the medicine cabinet." When Camille returned with the thermometer, his mom stuck it in his mouth for a minute, and then looked at it with concern. "One hundred and two," she said. "You're not going to school today, and I'm calling in to work. I'll take the day off and stay with you. If you get any worse, I'll have to take you to the emergency room." Cameron tried to sit up. "No, mom. There's something I have to do today." He knew there was something important about today, but he couldn't remember what it was. "Not another word, son. You need to rest. Whatever it is, it can wait." He slumped back into bed, too tired to argue. Sharon gave him some over-the-counter pills to try to break his fever, and placed a cool wet washcloth on his forehead. Throughout the morning, she checked his temperature several times, but it never got to one hundred and three. At noon, she came into his room with the phone. "Cam, honey, there's a girl on the phone. She says it's important." Cameron fought his way to consciousness and took the phone. It was probably his girlfriend Sarah wondering why he wasn't at school today. "Hello," he croaked into the receiver. "Cameron? It's Jenifer Myers," the voice on the other end said. "Jenifer? How did you get this number?" he asked stupidly. "Your sister gave it to me, but that's not important. Listen, something has come up and I won't be able to explain things until Sunday night," she said in a rush. "Now, this is important. I know you're confused, but no matter what you feel this weekend, do not bite anyone, okay? Shit, I gotta go. Lunch is almost over. Don't bite anyone. Bye." The line went dead. He stared at the phone, dumbfounded for a second, and then it all came back to him. All the events from the preceding night rushed back into his mind in an instant. He handed the cordless phone back to his mother. "What was that all about?" she asked. He struggled for an answer. "Uh, just school stuff, mom." "Uh huh," she said. "I hope you're not messing around on Sarah with this Jenifer girl." "Mom, I would never do that," he protested. "Okay, okay," she said. "Don't get upset." Cameron slept most of the afternoon. He woke up briefly and figured that school must be out because Sarah was there holding his hand. He smiled and reached up with his left hand and brushed her shoulder-length black hair out of her eyes. "Hey, gorgeous," he said. She smiled, and her deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment. "What happened to your hand?" she asked, turning his right hand over to reveal the almost-healed bite mark. The bite looked like it was a week old. "Oh, a dog bit me," he lied, and then drifted back into a dreamless sleep. He woke again around nine that evening, feeling much better. His fever had broken. His mom told him that Sarah had left about an hour earlier. She assured Cameron that she'd call Sarah and tell her that he was feeling better. Sharon also said that since he was feeling better, she was going to work in the morning to make up for missing today. "Okay, mom. I think I'll go back to bed." "Good night, son. I'll check on you in the morning before I leave," she said as she turned off the light and shut his door. Cameron had the dream again. This time, whatever he was chasing seemed to be just ahead and he couldn't catch it no matter how hard he tried. He felt an impossible hunger and frustration that clouded his mind and made him howl like an animal. He vaguely remembered his mother coming in his room in the morning and drifting off to sleep again after assuring her he felt better. He opened his eyes and rolled over to look at his clock. It was nine in the morning. Something was strange. He felt fantastic. Cameron sat up and stretched. He felt better than fantastic. In fact, he couldn't remember ever feeling this good. He bounded out of bed, pulled on some sweats and a tee shirt. The tee shirt was a little tight. 'Mom must have shrunk it in the wash,' he thought. Weird, even his shoes felt a size too small. Cameron felt so good he decided to go to jiu jitsu practice at eleven. He had been training for five years now, got his purple belt about a year ago, and thought he might get his brown belt before graduation. It might take another year or so to earn his black belt. Since his dad left they couldn't afford the lessons, but his teacher Brad let him clean the mats, take out the trash, and perform other chores in lieu of tuition. Cameron opened his bedroom door and stepped into the hallway before coming to a sudden halt. Something was wrong; someone was in the house with him and his sister. He stood dead still. His mother wasn't in the house. She had gone to work. Some sense was telling him he and his sister were not alone. 'What the hell?' he thought as confusion overwhelmed him. He realized he could smell someone in the house. He shook his head in denial and then inhaled deeply. His mother had cooked eggs, bacon, and toast. She didn't eat all the bacon; there was some in the trash. His sister had gone down stairs and toasted a blue-berry pop tart before letting someone in the front door. They had come upstairs and gone into her bedroom. 'Holy shit! I can tell all that from smell,' he thought. Cameron moved to the end of the hallway and looked out the window that overlooked the front yard. He recognized Mike Stamper's red Honda Civic in the driveway and relaxed. Mike and Camille had been dating since they were sixteen. Young Wolves Ch. 01 'So that was Mike's scent I was picking up,' he mused. He heard something, a giggle maybe. He listened. He could hear the second hand ticking on the grandfather clock downstairs. He could hear an oscillating fan someone had left on in the kitchen. Then Cameron heard it again. It was definitely a giggle, soft and quiet. He listened harder and directed his attention toward his sister's room. "Oh Mike, you lick my pussy so good," he heard his sister's voice purr. The blood drained from Cameron's face when it dawned on him what he'd heard. "Shhhh," Mike hissed. "Your brother will hear." "He can't hear us, silly. Now shut up and eat my pussy. I want to come," she replied huskily. "I gotta get out of here," Cameron said aloud to himself. He ducked into his bedroom, grabbed his workout bag and his keys, and headed down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. He grabbed two pieces of cold pizza and a bottle of water from the fridge and headed for the door. He tried hard not to listen but heard his sister crying, "I'm coming, Mike. Oh god, I'm coming." He shut the front door behind him. He fumbled for the key and got in his car. The black 1966 Chevy Impala had been a gift from his grandpa on his eighteenth birthday. He didn't mean to, but he pealed out halfway down the driveway in his haste to get out of there. 'What the hell is going on with me?' Cameron wondered. His sense of smell and hearing were much better. He wondered if his eyesight had improved as well, only to realize that he wasn't wearing his glasses. He focused his eyes on the road ahead and could clearly see twice as far as he could with his glasses on. He looked at the bite mark on his hand. The dreams, the increased senses, they could only mean one thing. Jenifer was not normal and her bite had done something to him. What was she? A vampire? No, he had seen her in the day plenty of times at school. Was she a werewolf then? He laughed at himself for being foolish. Jenifer would clear all this up tomorrow night. He tried to dismiss his concerns from his mind as he made the fifteen-mile drive to town. Cameron arrived at the Dojo an hour early, but Brad was already there. "Hey, Brad," he said in greeting. "Cameron, I'm glad you're here early. It's been a while since we rolled together and I want to evaluate your progress. Go get changed." Ten minutes later Cameron had changed into his jiu jitsu uniform or gi. Brad led a quick warm-up, and then they got down to business. Cameron felt great and when he shot in for a double leg takedown, he moved so quickly that he caught the black belt by surprise and took him to the mat. They battled back and forth for half an hour, neither getting the advantage. Brad would attempt a choke and Cameron would fend it off. Cameron would attack an arm looking to hyperextend the joint, but Brad would escape. They transitioned from position to position until others began to arrive for the eleven o'clock class. Brad called a halt so they could rest before the class began. Cameron walked over to join the other men preparing for class. Brad watched him with a thoughtful expression. Class began and Brad paid special attention to Cameron. He had no idea the boy had gotten so good. Cameron had given him all he wanted and then some. He watched Cameron tap out a purple belt three times in five minutes. Then he dominated a brown belt in a positional battle, finally submitting him with a choke at the end of their roll. Toward the end of class, Cameron rolled with Fred Ruhlman, the only other black belt at the school. It was a stale mate, neither getting the advantage. He noticed that Cameron seemed bigger, stronger, and definitely quicker than he remembered. By the end of the class, it was obvious to Brad that Cameron was rolling at close to black belt level. "Line up. Fix your gis," he shouted. The students got up from the mat and began to assemble according to rank, getting their uniforms in order. Brad waved Fred over for a conference. "What did you think of Cameron today?" he asked Fred. "Holy shit, have you been giving that boy extra lessons? He gave me all I could handle," Fred responded. "I rolled with him before class and he almost had me a couple of times. We know purple belts pretty much know all the techniques that a black belt knows. Brown and black are about timing and feel. I've heard of purple belts having an epiphany, a breakthrough or something, and getting much better overnight but I've never witnessed it until now. To be honest I'm thinking of promoting him to brown belt right now," Brad said. "I agree," Fred responded, "and he just might be the best brown belt we have." Cameron was stunned when Brad called him to the front of the class and presented him with his brown belt. After the promotion ceremony, Cameron showered, dressed, and headed to the closet to get the mop. "What are you doing?" Brad asked. "Getting ready to mop the mats," Cameron replied. "Not today you're not. You just got promoted. Go tell someone, celebrate," Brad said. Cameron's face brightened then turned serious. "Brad, I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me." "Don't mention it, son. It's been my honor teaching you. Now get out of here and have some fun." As he drove down the street, Cameron realized his mom was at work and Mike was keeping Camille occupied. He wasn't sure how he felt about what was going on with Mike and his sister. He hadn't known they were having sex. Cameron was a little jealous. He was still a virgin. He had rubbed Sarah's breasts under her shirt and rubbed her pussy through her jeans but that was as far as she'd let him get. She said she loved him but wanted to wait until the time was right. He really cared about her so he never pushed it. He pointed his car in the direction of Sarah's house. With his mom and sister unavailable, she was the only other person he could tell. He had always been a loner and didn't really have a best friend, so no one really knew about his jiu jitsu skills. His twin had been his best friend until she found Mike and he found Sarah. Cameron pulled into the Clarkes' empty driveway. The SUV her parents drove was gone. He hoped she hadn't gone somewhere with them. He rang the doorbell and waited a moment. He was relieved to hear Sarah's bedroom door open. Her footsteps grew louder as she came to the door. "Cam, come in," she said, surprised that he was out of bed after being so sick yesterday. "Your mom called and said you were feeling better but I had no idea you would be by today. I was actually going to come out and see you later." "Actually I feel fantastic. I even trained this morning. And guess what? I got promoted to brown belt today," he said with a broad smile. "Congratulations, baby," she said and threw her arms around him. Her touch hit him like a lightning bolt and he almost staggered. Her scent enveloped him and penetrated him. It was dizzying, intoxicating. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. He was hard instantly and he began to growl with a need he had never felt before and didn't understand. Startled, she tried to step away but he grabbed her wrists and held her at arms-length from him. He was unaware that his changed physiology began to release a pheromone through his skin. She stood before him caught in a grip she knew she couldn't break. Her heart beat fast, fluttering with fear. 'This is Cameron,' she thought, 'he would never hurt me.' She didn't know why she was afraid. She watched him gasping for breath before her, his chest heaving as though his heart was going to burst from his chest. She was gasping for breath as well and inhaling his pheromones with every gasp. There was a wild look in his eyes, as if he were fighting for control of himself. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She loved him and she was sure that he loved her. She wanted him and she wanted him now. Why had she made them wait? It seemed silly to her now. Sarah lurched forward and roughly smashed her lips against his, almost splitting her lip. He released her wrists and gathered her into his arms with a groan that signaled his desire to her more than words ever could. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the floor still locked in a kiss. Their tongues explored each other's mouths and lips as he carried her to her bedroom. "Where are your parents?" he whispered, then lightly pushed his tongue into her ear. "At a... at a... pharma, pharma, pharmaceutical conference in the -- god, that feels good -- conference in the city," she finally got out. He buried his face in her neck and began to lick and suck on the tender flesh he found there. "When will they be back?" he asked desperately. "Monday," she breathed. Then she moaned at the feel of his lips and tongue on her neck. She reached down and grasped the bottom of his shirt. He released her so she could pull his shirt over his head and off his body. She gasped when she saw his chest. It seemed more thick and muscled than she remembered. She ran her hands over his chest muscles and then around behind his back and pulled him to her as she sat on the bed. She brought her head close to his chest and ran her tongue in a lazy circle around the outside of his nipple without touching it. He grunted at the touch of her wet tongue on his hot skin. Finally, she brought her tongue to the nipple and he jerked with pleasure as she raked her tongue across the hard bud. He fell to his knees before her, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up and off. He looked at her with a hunger that should have frightened her, but only pushed her arousal to greater heights. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and slowly removed it before tossing it on the floor. The sight of her gorgeous breasts captured Cameron. They were medium sized and shaped perfectly. With his enhanced sight, he could see every goose bump, every hair follicle around her beautiful, pink rose-colored nipples, and every vein beneath her slightly translucent skin. He was staring as though he were in a trance, trying to memorize every detail. He awoke from his trance when she reached for him and pulled his hands to her breasts. He cupped them tenderly then ran his thumbs lightly over the nipples. Sarah gasped at his touch and then moaned when he covered her nipple with his mouth. She threw her head back and sucked her breath in noisily when he began to flick his tongue across first one nipple then the other. "Oh Cam, that feels so good," she moaned. He only growled in response and abruptly stood in front of her. She looked eagerly at the bulge tenting the front of his sweat pants. She grasped the top of his sweats and underwear and pulled them together down and over his erection. She gasped when his engorged cock came into view. Cameron looked down at it and almost gasped himself. Normally he was about six inches hard but now he was at least seven and quite a bit thicker. "Oh my god," Sarah said, gazing at the size of his erect manhood. Confusion clouded Cameron's mind and he started to back away and pull his sweats back up. Her hands on his arms stopped him. "No," she said, made wanton from his pheromones. "It's beautiful, and it's mine." She released his arms and pushed his sweats back down around his knees. She brought her hand up slowly and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She brought the other hand up and lightly cupped his balls. He sucked in a deep breath as her hands began to explore. It was her turn to take in every detail of him. It felt like electricity was shooting right from her hands through his cock and into his brain. She slowly moved the hand around his shaft up and down. She softly scraped her pink painted fingernails along the bottom of his balls at the same time. He didn't know how long he could take this. The pheromones Sarah was breathing in from Cameron's arousal were giving her courage she never knew she had. What she did know at that moment was that she was his, and would do anything to please him, no matter what it was. She was Cameron's woman and she intended to show him how much she loved him. "Does that feel good, baby?" she asked sweetly. "It feels amazing," he stuttered. "Then how does this feel?" she asked with a wicked smile, then engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth. "Oh god, Sarah," he cried. His legs jerked and for a second he thought he might pass out from the pleasure. She froze, just holding him in her mouth for a moment. She listened until he calmed down and got his breathing under control. She loved the feel of him in her mouth. She began to run her tongue slowly around the bottom of his member. He tasted slightly salty but it was a good salty. She marveled at the heat of it and the texture of his swollen head. She could taste pre-cum oozing out of the hole in the head of his dick and she loved it. She loved it because it was him, and she was pleasing him. She began to suck lightly on the head and stroked his shaft with her hand at the same time. His legs trembled and a moan escaped his lips. "If you don't stop baby, I'm gonna come," he said, trying to push her head away. She just held on to his stiff cock and continued to pleasure him. He gave up trying to push her away and surrendered to her ministrations. His legs began to tremble more violently and he began to repeat himself, "Oh god, oh god, oh god." She brought her other hand up and stroked his balls with her fingernails while continuing to suck and pump his cock. It pushed him over the edge. "Sarah, I'm coming," he bellowed loudly. He moaned and released his seed into her hungry mouth. Sarah felt the first blast of his cum hit the back of her throat. She sealed her lips around the head of his cock and continued to pump her hand up and down his shaft as fast as she could. She swallowed quickly but the second blast was bigger and stronger than the first. A little escaped around the edge of her lips but she was able to get most of it down. He shot three of four spurts into her mouth before tapering off to a dribble. She kept milking, sucking, and licking his cock until she knew she got every drop. She wiped up the little bit that escaped from the side of her mouth, looked up at him innocently, and sucked it off her finger. He didn't say anything. He just looked into her deep brown eyes for a moment and then pulled her up until she was standing in front of him. His cock was still rock hard and poking her in the belly. He put one hand behind the back of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. His other hand reached around her and cupped her ass through the shorts she was wearing. He pulled away from the kiss and dropped to his knees. He kissed her flat stomach and ran his tongue around her belly button while his hands were unbuttoning her shorts. He pulled her shorts down and she stepped out of them. A new scent hit him like a sledgehammer. Something within him urged him to mount her now and bury himself inside of her. It was a struggle but he got himself under control. The scent was intoxicating. He knew he smelled her pussy through the pair of pink panties she wore. He slowly pulled the panties down just enough to expose the trimmed dark hair just above her pussy. He buried his face in those dark curls and breathed in. The scent filled him and he almost lost control again. Sarah was a virgin, like him. He wanted this to be as good for her as he could make it, so he fought the urge to just throw her down and take her. His human reason slowly mastered the beast that was waking inside him. Once he was in control of himself, he pulled her panties the rest of the way off. He gently leaned her back on the bed, and knelt between her legs. She gasped when Cameron's tongue touched the inside of her thigh. He slowly kissed his way up first one leg then the other. When he reached her dripping pussy, he paused and stared at it. He could see the slit with moisture dripping from it. The scent hit him again and the beast surged but he slammed it down inside him. 'I'm doing this.' He yelled angrily in his mind and the beast retreated. He returned his gaze to her hot pussy. She had a small mole to the left of the hood that covered her clit. A drip of moisture escaped her lips and ran down her inner thigh. He watched its progress, mesmerized. He returned his gaze to the source of the wonder he was feeling. He thought it was the most beautiful sight his eyes had ever seen. He leaned forward and inhaled her scent deeply. The beast whimpered. He smiled; he knew he was in complete control now. He leaned forward and slowly, softly, slid his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. When Cameron's tongue touched Sarah's pussy for the first time, she was unprepared for the sensation that coursed through her body. "Oh my," she cried as her body jerked. He licked first one of her pussy lips and then the other. Then he licked her slit slowly before forcing his tongue between the lips and rimming her entrance. He sucked each of her lips into his mouth and rolled his tongue along the inside. Her legs began to tremble and she let out little squeals of delight as he worked her pussy. He couldn't believe he was doing this to her. She tasted better than he ever imagined. He spread her open with his fingers, and softly glided his wet tongue over her clit. Her body jerked. "Oh fuck. I like that," she said huskily. He teased her clit with his tongue, moving around it slowly before flicking lightly several times, then sucking her nub softly. She was going crazy. She grabbed his head and pulled his face hard into her pussy. He took the hint and attacked her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yes, fuck, that feels good, yes baby, no stop, stop, stop I don't want to come yet," she pleaded. He looked up at her, a question in his eyes. "I want you inside me the first time you make me come," she explained, pleading in her eyes. Cameron stood up, his manhood rigid before him. Sarah scooted back on the bed, opened her legs and invited him to come take her. He began to crawl onto the bed then stopped. "Sarah I don't have any protection," he said miserably. "Honey, don't worry I just finished my period a few days ago. The chances of me getting pregnant are minimal. Besides, I don't care. I have to have you inside me. Please baby, please. Please make love to me?" she begged. He couldn't take it. He crawled between her legs and nuzzled his rigid cock between her pussy lips. She was so wet he knew she was ready for him. He held his shaft in his hand and moved the head up and down between her lips a few times then nestled the head of his cock at her entrance. Cameron gazed at Sarah as he prepared to make her a woman. Her black hair cascaded in a fan around her beautiful face. His enhanced vision noticed every detail of her face as he pressed the head of his cock against her intact hymen. "I'm ready," she said nervously. She sucked in a breath sharply and then cried out as the head of his cock tore through her maidenhead. He slid in about two or three inches then stopped. He paused there and waited for her to be ready for more. The pain was sharp and sudden and left a dull ache in her pussy. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she waited for the pain to subside. After a few moments, the pain lessened and she opened her eyes. He could see pain in her expression but also determination. Her mouth was slightly open as she panted. A string of saliva ran from one of her top teeth to her bottom lip. Their eyes met again and all he saw in them now was trust. She nodded and with one smooth motion, he thrust himself the rest of the way in. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back into her head. She cried out as he seated his cock home in her body. She looked down at his cock buried in her pussy. She liked the way their bodies looked joined as one. She brought her head up and met his gaze. He had made her his and she had made him hers. She smiled and said one word, "Slow." Young Wolves Ch. 01 He withdrew maybe an inch, no more, and then slowly pushed back in. He watched a tear slide out of the corner of her eye. He stopped, but she urged him on with a gentle nod. He withdrew slightly and settled himself home again. Cameron could not believe what he was feeling. His cock stretching the tight walls of her virgin pussy felt like heaven. He knew she was still in pain, so he tried to be gentle. He withdrew a little farther. When he pushed himself back in this time, she sighed. He withdrew most of the way then slid back in. She moaned into his ear as he seated himself in her fully then moved his hips in a small circle. "A little faster now, baby," she said. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and kissed her slowly as he began to move in and out of her. She moaned as she sucked on his tongue. Pleasure sprang from a place in her she didn't know existed and slowly replaced the pain. She began moving her hips up to meet his gentle thrusts. "Oh god, that feels good," she sighed as he picked up his tempo again. "Baby, you feel so good," Cameron said. "I love being inside you," he said and picked up more speed. Their bodies began to slap together as he thrust his cock into her harder and harder. Sarah grunted and thrust her hips up to meet each stroke. He slammed into her repeatedly. She felt a pressure building inside her pussy. It grew faster and more urgent. "I think I'm gonna come," she moaned. "Oh! Oh! Cameron, I love you. I'm coming!" Her orgasm exploded over her, overloading her with sensations she had never felt before. Her body quivered uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Her mind had barely regained its ability to form coherent thought when she heard him moan and felt his cock expand inside her. It stretched her deliciously and then released a torrent of warm cum deep inside her. She could feel each pulse of his cock as it filled her with his seed. She reveled in the exquisite feeling of his hot cum coating the walls of her pussy. He froze above her, his eyes locked on hers and filled with wonder, as his cock pulsed out the last of his cum. When he was finished, he collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. He nestled his face into her neck and murmured, "Oh Sarah, I love you so much." She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. Young Wolves Ch. 02 Jenifer was worried. Everything was going terribly wrong. Biting Cameron Reed had been a colossal fuck up. Not telling Tyler about it might turn out to be an even bigger fuck up. Luckily, her parents had sprung a weekend trip to the lake house on her. Tyler had not been happy that she couldn't spend the day with the pack, but the only thing he hated more than disobedience was the possibility of discovery. She couldn't defy her parents without some sort of explanation, so Tyler had excused her from the den meet. She blew out a calming breath, trying to relax as she rubbed some suntan lotion on her legs and arms. The sun shone hotly on her bikini-clad body as she lay on the back deck of their secluded lake house. She tried not to worry about her problems, but it was impossible. Her thoughts kept returning to Cameron Reed. Jenifer had never considered turning anyone before, not when she knew they would have to live under Tyler's tyranny. Even if the pack had an Alpha that was kind and generous, she would never have considered turning Cameron. He was handsome enough, she supposed, but he was a loner. He played no sports. He didn't go to parties. The only people she ever saw him with were his twin Camille and his girlfriend, Sarah Clarke. Sarah was the female version of Cameron. If he'd been more outgoing like his sister, she might have considered him. His suitability was a moot point anyway. It was done, and she had to figure out what to do. The best course would be to go explain everything to Cameron when she got home tomorrow afternoon. Then she'd have to do whatever it takes to keep Tyler from killing him. She could already sense Cameron through the bond, though their connection would only last another day or so, until he turned enough to assume his half-wolf form. She doubted he would even be aware of the bond. She could tell he had just finished a strenuous workout and seemed pleased with himself about something, though she didn't know what it was. The bond wasn't strong enough to give her specific details; she mostly got a sense of his impressions, moods, and emotions. Earlier in the morning, he'd been confused, then acutely embarrassed. She was fairly certain he'd notice something was up by now. His new abilities would have started to become apparent to him. Maybe Cameron would turn out to be an Alpha and he could free her and the others from Tyler. Jenifer shook her head as soon as the thought came to mind. She knew she was being foolish to even entertain the idea. Tyler had told them that almost all Alphas are pure-born like him. The few Alphas who were not pure-born had been turned by a pure-born wolf, something she was not. Besides, Cameron would have to best Tyler in a fight to free Allen and John. He might be six feet tall after the change, but Tyler was at least six feet four inches tall. Cameron's chances of winning, even if by some miracle he was an Alpha, were slim to none. She was about to head back inside the house when a warm sensation suddenly spread through her and her pussy began to moisten. 'What the hell is Cameron doing?' she thought as she sat up abruptly and sucked in a ragged breath. The feeling was unmistakable; whatever and wherever he was, Cameron was becoming aroused. Her nipples hardened as his lust and need flowed to her through the bond. Jenifer hoped he wasn't in public; his pheromones would make him irresistible to human women. "Oh shit!" she said as another wave of lust swamped her. She could feel his arousal like it was her own. Before Jenifer realized what she was doing, she raised her hands to caress her breasts. Her parents were out boating on the lake and wouldn't be back for hours, which was just as well because she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She rubbed her knees together, creating friction in her wet pussy while she kneaded her breasts through her bikini top. Panting heavily, she removed her top and squeezed her breasts, moaning at the delicious friction. She slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy slowly through her bathing suit while pinching her hard nipples with the other. She was so excited, and the only thought in her mind was that Cameron was making her feel this way. Nothing Tyler did ever made her feel anywhere near this good. The orgasm hit her like an avalanche. She never even felt it coming. Her body jerked and quivered as she writhed on the lounger. "Oh! Oh! So good! Ah!" 'That was his orgasm,' she thought as she fell back down on the lounger. Jenifer could tell that Cameron's excitement had not receded at all despite his powerful orgasm. Within seconds, her need and excitement matched his. She slipped a hand under her bikini bottom and spread her pussy wide open before inserting a finger from her other hand into her dripping hole. She undulated against her hand and moved her finger in and out of her saturated pussy while circling her clit with a finger. Jenifer felt Cameron's pleasure increasing. She inserted a second finger into her hot pussy, and began rubbing her clit harder and faster. She felt his orgasm coming and her own rose with it. She had the most powerful orgasm of her life. This time when she cried out it was just two words. "Oh, Cameron!" * * * * After their lovemaking, Cameron and Sarah lay in each other's embrace. Their hearts were slowly returning to their normal rhythms. "Sarah," he said. "That was the most amazing experience of my life." "Hmm," she moaned in response. "Mine too." She could feel him softening inside her. "What made you decide the time was right?" he asked. She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know. Something just came over me, and I wanted you so badly. It just felt right." "Do you regret it?" he asked, concern in his voice. "Not for a second. We should have done this a long time ago." He smiled and kissed her softly. "Roll over so I can get something to clean us up," she said. He moved onto his back beside her. His now mostly flaccid cock made a slurping sound as it slipped from her saturated pussy. He put his hands behind his head and lay there with a look of dreamy happiness on his face. 'My pussy feels empty,' Sarah thought as she climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She liked the satisfied ache she felt in her pussy. A few moments later Cameron was startled from his blissful relaxation by the sound of Sarah's laughter. He looked up quickly to see her standing in the bathroom doorway holding a wet washcloth. She was laughing and pointing at his legs. He looked down to find his underwear and sweats gathered just under his knees. His big feet, with his shoes still on, pointed out at odd angles. 'They look like clown feet,' he thought. He looked at her, embarrassment plain on his face. She laughed even harder and her joy was so infectious, he was soon laughing as well. She was still chuckling when she reached his side. She used to washcloth to gently cleanse his cock of her virginal blood and their combined juices, then gave his balls the same treatment. "There," she said. "You can pull your sweats back up now." They leisurely got dressed, all the while sneaking peeks at each other. Each time their eyes met, they burst out laughing. * * * * Cameron risked getting a speeding ticket and drove above the speed limit all the way home. He didn't want his mother to get home before he did. If she came home and he wasn't there, she would worry because he'd been so sick yesterday. "Hey jackass, where have you been?" His sister Camille greeted him as he came through the front door. She stood before him with hands firmly planted on her hips. "You had me worried sick. I almost called Mom at work." "Calm down, Sis. I'm all right. Besides, I figured you were too occupied with Mike in your bedroom to worry about me," he said with a grin. "Oh crap! You know about us? How did you find out? Please don't tell Mom," she blurted out in a rush, her earlier anger quickly forgotten. "Don't worry, Sis. It's cool. Your secret is safe with me if mine is with you," he said. "What's your secret?" she asked curiously. "I made love to Sarah for the first time today. It was incredible," he replied, smiling. "Oh Cam, I'm so happy for you two. And don't worry, I'll keep your secret too." The front door opened just then and Sharon came in, carrying a bag of groceries. "Hey kids," she said when she spotted them. "Hey Mom, how was work?" Camille asked. Cameron stepped forward. "Let me carry those groceries for you, Mom," he said as he took the bag from her. "My! Looks like someone is feeling better," she exclaimed. Her brow furrowed and she examined him more closely. "Camille, does your brother look taller to you?" Camille gave him a long look. "He does, now that you mention it. He looks like he's gained weight too," she added. Sharon went to the bathroom and got her scale, then grabbed her tape measure from her sewing kit on the way back. "Cam, how tall were you last time we checked?" Sharon asked. "Five ten, I think," he responded. "And how much did you weigh?" "Around a hundred and seventy five pounds." He kicked off his shoes and stepped on the scale. His mom looked at the reading and said, "One hundred and ninety two." Cameron stood straight while Camille held the tape on the floor. His mother ran the tape up his back to the top of his head. "Just a shade over six feet," she announced. 'Damn!' Cameron thought. He had gained seventeen pounds and grown two inches since Thursday night. He also remembered thinking that his dick seemed bigger when he'd been with Sarah earlier. "I know we can't afford new clothes so I haven't said anything, Mom" he lied quickly. "I think my shoes are a size too small, though." "Cam, we can't have you running around in clothes and shoes that don't fit. Don't worry about the money. I'll borrow some from your grandparents, and we'll go shopping tomorrow," Sharon said in a tone that brooked no argument. "All right, Mom, you win." He paused then blurted out his news. "Mom, don't be mad... but I felt great when I woke up this morning so I went to jiu jitsu practice, and Brad promoted me to brown belt." His mother and sister both congratulated him. Sharon was a little perturbed that he had trained after having been so sick but she let it pass. They had a nice dinner together to celebrate. His mother and Camille even refrained from their nightly argument, both wanting to make the dinner special for him. After dinner, Cameron took the phone to his room and called Sarah. "Hey," he said when she answered. "Hi, lover," she responded. He liked the sound of that. "I wanted to come by and see you tomorrow, but my mom wants to take me shopping. It seems I've outgrown my clothes." "That's okay, Cam," she said. "I need to clean the house before my parents get home anyway. And to be honest, I want to wait a few days before you come over again. We'll end up in bed together if you visit tomorrow, and I'm pretty sore. I need some time to recover." "Are you sure you're not just trying to get rid of me now that you've gotten what you wanted from me?" he asked with a laugh. "Silly," she said. "I'm gonna do that to you a million times before I'm through with you." "That's what I wanted to hear," he joked before turning serious. "I love you, Sarah." "I love you too." * * * * Cameron spent most of Sunday shopping for new clothes with his mother. He ended up with three new pairs of jeans, a new pair of shoes, and several new shirts. His socks and underwear still fit, though they had to stretch a little. After he got home, he called Sarah. They spoke for a little while, but she still had chores to finish, so they cut the conversation short. He was just settling in to watch a ball game when the phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. "Cameron, is that you?" He recognized Jenifer's voice. "Yeah, it's me," he responded. "When are you going to explain what's been happening to me? I'm not gonna lie. I'm a little freaked." "Look, I know everything's real strange for you right now," she said in a soothing tone. "Just meet me tonight at midnight, at the place where I bit you. I'll explain everything then, okay?" "I'll be there," he said and hung up. He still had several hours free before he had to meet Jenifer. He settled into the living room recliner and began to think. The last few days had gone by in a blur and he hadn't taken the time to think things through. He knew that his senses had improved drastically. Even now he could faintly hear his mother humming while she sewed in her bedroom. He had no trouble reading the address printed on a piece of mail from across the room. He could also smell his sister's hairspray hanging in the air. Why she was putting on hairspray on a Sunday evening was beyond him. He had grown taller and put on some muscle. He wondered if he was stronger. Eager to find out, he went to the garage where his weight set was stored. His top bench press weight was 200 pounds so he threw on 165 pounds to warm up. Without a spotter, he didn't want to take risks as he added weight. After warming up, he increased the weight to 200 pounds and surprised himself when he pumped out ten reps without difficulty. 'God damn!" he thought. 'I could only manage one rep at 200 pounds last week.' He continued to add weights until he didn't have any left. He found it almost as easy to lift 300 pounds. 'Yeah, I'm definitely stronger,' he thought with a grin. * * * * It was close to midnight when Cameron began the trek to the rock to meet Jenifer. It was much easier this time; he could see in the dark almost as easily as in the daylight. If Jenifer could see this well, it was blind luck she hadn't spotted him immediately the other night. As he approached the rock, he could tell she was already there. He heard her clear her throat once and could smell her perfume a hundred yards away. Jenifer could hear him coming as well, though he moved much more quietly than the last time she'd listened to him move through the woods. She couldn't feel the bond anymore, so that meant he could assume his half-wolf form if he wanted to. The breeze swirled and brought his scent to her sensitive nose. She suddenly felt the urge to lower her head to him in submission. Her breath caught in her throat. 'Could it be true?' she wondered. Then Cameron stepped out of the tree line and she knew. Hope blazed in her soul as her eyes locked on him. He was an Alpha, a beautiful, glorious Alpha! She was suddenly so thankful she hadn't told Tyler. Cameron would already be dead if she had. Caution soon made her hesitate. She barely knew Cameron. She had no guarantee he wouldn't be as bad as Tyler. She bowed her head to him as he approached, but he seemed to take it as a nod of greeting. She watched him regarding her with his deep brown eyes. He seemed surprised to find her wearing jeans and a tee shirt. He ran a hand through his short brown hair as if he didn't know what to say. "Hi, Cameron," she offered. "What are you?" he asked softly. She shrugged before saying simply, "Werewolf." He didn't seem surprised by her statement, as if he'd already guessed. His next statement made her heart sing. "I don't want to hurt people," he said, worry evident in his voice. "You don't have to," she responded. "Am I going to turn into a wolf?" "Not if you hunt and make a kill within five days of the full moon," she said. That answer didn't reassure him at all. "Why don't you just tell me everything," he said in a pleading voice. "I will. But first let me say I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bite you. You scared me and I reacted," she said. "The most important thing you need to know is that if you bite someone else they will turn. You can change to a half-wolf form anytime at will, and you can become full wolf on a full moon -- but only if you haven't hunted and killed." "Wait, what is half-wolf?" he asked. "This," she said before she changed forms. Her teeth extended as her nose and mouth lengthened to form a petite snout. Her ears elongated to an elfish appearance while her fingernails grew into claws. Fine black hair quickly grew along the outside of her arms. Cameron took a surprised step back then held his ground. He could see in Jenifer's eyes that she wasn't going to attack him. This was what he was now and he knew he would have to get used to it. As he looked at her intently, he realized that she still retained her considerable beauty, even in this form. After a few more seconds, she changed back. "In that form you retain your intelligence and will. You will just be faster and stronger than you are now. We hunt in half-wolf form. You have to make sure you bleed something within five days of the full moon, otherwise you'll change to full wolf. If that happens, you will be nothing but a beast. You will kill anything, even children, if they cross your path." "What do I have to kill to keep that from happening?" he asked cautiously. "Any animal will do the trick," she said. "Even my pet hamster?" She laughed. "Yes, even your hamster will work." "Okay, good," he nodded in relief before asking his next question. "How do I change to half-wolf?" "You just will it and it happens," she said. "It's really as simple as that," she added when he looked doubtful. "Why don't you try it now?" "Okay," he said without conviction. He closed his eyes and scrunched up his nose as if concentrating very hard. 'He is so cute,' Jenifer thought. He changed forms in the blink of an eye. He opened his eyes and looked at Jenifer, allowing her to study him. Where her muzzle had been petite, his was bold. His teeth were long and deadly sharp. His arm hair was coarse and the same shade of light brown as the hair on his head. The claws that extended from his fingertips were black and curved to deliver killing blows. 'Not cute,' she mused appreciatively. 'He's beautiful. His scent is so male.' She could feel her sex moisten just from looking at him. She flushed with embarrassment when she saw him sniff the air. She knew he could smell her arousal. He morphed back to full human and gave her a knowing smile. "Well, this seems manageable so far," he said with some relief. "There are drawbacks," she said quietly. That got his attention. "What drawbacks?" "Well, we are basically slaves to the pack's Alpha male. The instinct to obey him is so strong you can't fight it," she whispered. "I see," he said, real concern on his face. "How many are there in the pack?" "Me, Beth Collins, Trish Ross, John Ashton, Allen Scott, and the Alpha," she rattled off the names quickly. "And who is the Alpha?" Cameron asked. "Tyler Guinn," Jenifer answered. He could hear the revulsion in her voice. "That asshole!" he exclaimed. He had seen Tyler picking on underclassmen at school. She just nodded. "And you're all his slaves." It wasn't really a question. "Yes. But you could help us," she said desperately. "Me? But how? Aren't I his slave too?" he asked incredulously. "No, Cameron. You're an Alpha too. I could tell as soon as you got here," Jenifer told him. "Even if that's true, what can I do?" he asked. "You could take us from Tyler. You could be our Alpha." He could hear the hope in her voice. "But Jenifer, I don't want you and the others to be my slaves," he protested, agonized. "Cameron, don't you see? That's what makes you better than Tyler. He loves it. We can't say no to him, Cameron. Do you know what that means for me, Beth, and Trish?" she started crying. "It means he can use our bodies whenever he likes. It doesn't matter that Beth and I can't stand him. It doesn't matter that Trish loves Allen," she cried. Tears were flowing down her face. Young Wolves Ch. 02 "Jenifer, please don't cry," Cameron begged. He moved to her and gently took her in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder and let her tears flow. He held her and stroked her long black hair. He comforted her until she got her tears under control. She lifted her head and looked up at him. He gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. "Cameron, I was a virgin when he turned me on my eighteenth birthday. He is the only boy I have ever been with. I have never known a gentle touch. Please, you have to help us," she begged him. His heart was breaking for her. "All right," he finally said. "I'll help you, but I'm not treating anyone like a slave." "Promise?" she asked. "I promise you I will do what is necessary to free you from Tyler," he stated definitively. "Oh, thank you, Cameron! Thank you from the bottom of my heart," she gushed and hugged him joyously. "What do I have to do to free you and the others?" he asked. "Well, to free the boys -- John and Allen -- you will have to fight Tyler and defeat him," she said. All her earlier worries suddenly came crashing back. How could Cameron hope to defeat Tyler when he was so outmatched? "What about the girls?" Cameron asked calmly. Jenifer was startled that Cameron didn't seem worried about the prospect of fighting Tyler. In fact, he appeared deadly calm. "To free me and the other girls," she said, "you will have to have sex with each of us." "What?" The dangerous calm that surrounded Cameron shattered instantly. "You heard me," she said. "Jenifer! I can't do that," he cried. "You must, it's the only way you can help us," she said urgently. "I can't," he insisted. "What's wrong? Am I not attractive enough for you?" she demanded. Her voice contained a mixture of hurt and anger. Cameron shook his head. "Jenifer, listen to me. It's not that you're unattractive. In fact, I think you're the most beautiful girl in school, or out of school for that matter. It's just that I have a girlfriend and I care deeply about her. It would be hard for me to betray her," he explained. Her face softened. "Is it Sarah Clarke?" she asked. He nodded. "Is she a good person?" she asked quietly. He nodded again. "Yes, she is." "Do you think she would want you to leave us with a monster like Tyler?" She laid her hand on his chest. "She doesn't have to know, Cameron. Only we would know. We won't tell her, I promise," she cajoled. "What if I were to kill Tyler instead? Would you be free then?" he asked desperately. "Oh, Cameron. Are you a killer? I thought you didn't want to hurt people. Tyler is still part human. He may not a good person but he doesn't deserve to die." "You're right," he admitted with a resigned sigh. "Okay. If there's no other way to free you, then I'll do it." "Thank you, Cameron!" she sighed in relief. "Can you -- will you free me now?" she asked tentatively. She slid the hand on his chest around to the back of his neck and put her other hand on his waist. She stared into his dark eyes with her brilliant blue gaze. His eyes dropped to her full lips before moving back to her eyes. She was certainly beautiful. He licked his lips nervously. "If you want," he said shyly, "but I don't have any protection." "It's okay," she assured him. "I'm not in heat." "In heat?" he asked, perplexed. "Oh, I'll explain that some other time," she giggled. "Right now, I just want you inside me." His body hardened at her words. He couldn't help but respond to her. "You want to do it right here?" he asked. "Right here," she confirmed. "There's just one more thing." "What's that?" he stammered. "You will have to force me," she stated calmly. "What? No way, I won't do that. You've got to be kidding!" "I wish I was, Cameron," she said. "Tyler has ordered us not to have sex with any other man, and we must obey the Alpha." She held up a hand to stop Cameron from objecting. "Look, I think I can kiss you, and I can remove my clothes. I can also get into a position that will make it easier for you to subdue me, but I have no choice but to fight you when you try to enter me," she explained. "Great," he said, exasperated. "This just gets better and better. I'm supposed to be freeing you from being forced to obey Tyler, but to do that I have to be the one to do the forcing. This is just great," he grumbled. "Cameron, you are not forcing me," Jenifer reassured him. "Trust me. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything. This is just a technicality. As soon as you're in me, his link to me will be broken and my tie to you will be forged." She leaned forward and placed her lips on his, silencing any other protest he might make. She gently brushed his lips with hers then kissed him more insistently. The feel of her lips on his made him dizzy with need for her. He opened his mouth and she softly slipped her tongue inside. She tasted like strawberries and ice cream on a summer's day. He melted into her kiss, all protests forgotten. She stepped back from him abruptly. Her eyes reflected the lust in his. She pulled her tee shirt slowly over her head and shook her silky black hair. A few locks of hair hung sensuously in front of her face and between her luscious, lace-covered breasts. Maintaining eye contact with him, she slowly reached behind her back and unhooked her satin and black lace bra. She leisurely lowered one shoulder strap and then the other. The bra dropped to the ground. Cameron's eyes feasted on her perfect breasts. He had seen the shape of them before, but that paled in comparison to seeing them with his new eyes. They were full and round, with perfectly placed nipples that pointed up slightly. He wanted to touch and kiss them, but he didn't want to trigger the resistance that she had to give him. Denied their feel and taste, he simply drank her breasts in with his eyes. "Your turn," she said, smiling at him. 'Her smile is just as breathtaking as her breasts,' he thought. He crossed his arms, grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt, and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. The moonlight played across the planes and angles of his muscled arms and chest as he tossed the shirt on the ground beside Jenifer's bra. Jenifer could smell his pheromones as his skin secreted them into the air. They felt ten times more powerful than Tyler's. She was dizzy with anticipation. She kicked off her shoes and socks and stood barefoot on the grass. Her hands moved to the buttons on her jeans and unsnapped them one by one. She looked at Cameron, watching as he removed his shoes before unzipping his fly. They simultaneously removed their jeans. Jenifer looked at Cameron and cocked an eyebrow. "Ducks?" she asked with an amused grin. "Oh, I forgot I was wearing these," Cameron said sheepishly, glancing down at his duck-covered boxers. Jenifer forgot all about ducks when she saw the size of the tent in his underwear. 'It looks big,' she said to herself. Jenifer looked spectacular standing there topless, wearing nothing but a sultry black thong. She hooked her thumbs in the waistline of her panties and asked, "Together?" Cameron's only response was to grab his own waistband. They bent over and removed their last articles of clothing together. They stood and inspected each other's naked bodies for the first time. Jenifer's eyes were glued to his cock; it stood out before him like the prow of an old time war ship. It was obvious that Cameron was larger than Tyler. She wondered how it was going to feel when he buried his cock deep inside her. "Jenifer," he started, but she interrupted him. "Cameron, will you call me Jen?" she asked. "Okay, Jen," he said, drinking in her sensual form. She had shaved her pussy except for a small strip of hair just above her clit. "I'm trying to think of the words to describe how you look to me, but I'm speechless." "That's good enough," she said smiling. "Now, Cameron, please come take me." She turned and knelt on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him, raised her perfect ass in the air, and presented him with her waiting pussy. He darted forward quickly, wrapped one arm around her waist then tried to guide his cock into her with his other hand. She heaved violently and tried to regain her feet. He dragged her back down and pressed the side of his face into her upper back to hold her down while he tried to breach her opening. "Keep going," she cried out while throwing an elbow back at his face. He clamped down on her and was almost in position when she changed to her half-wolf form. She thrashed wildly and he changed to match her. He forced her down again as she clawed a deep furrow in his leg. He growled and wrenched an arm behind her back. She tore at him with her free hand. He grabbed it, and held it securely with her other hand. He forced her face into the grass and felt his engorged cock line up with her entrance. He howled and drove himself into her tight pussy in one mighty thrust. She cried out savagely and all her resistance collapsed. Jenifer laid face down, panting with her arms pinned behind her back. She left her half-wolf form, and Cameron followed her into human form just as he released her arms. She pushed herself on to her hands and knees, with him still buried inside her. "Is it done?" he asked shakily. "It's done. I'm yours now," she panted. "Okay," he said and made a move to get up. "Wait! Please!" She looked over her shoulder at him. "Please, Cameron, make love to me," she pleaded. "I've wished for you for so long. Please don't leave me like this." Something woke in him at her words, a protectiveness he had never felt before. He knew in that moment that he couldn't deny her. 'I'm her Alpha,' he realized. 'And being the Alpha means caring for and protecting my pack.' Right now, they were a pack of two. Still buried deep inside her, Cameron gently pulled Jenifer up until her back was against his chest. He slid his hands around her and gently cupped her breasts. She moaned and turned her face to him. She kissed him passionately while his hands caressed her heavy breasts and his fingers brushed her sensitive nipples. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly withdrew his cock. Her slippery walls gripped the head of his cock when he stopped just short of pulling all the way out. She sighed as he pushed himself all the way back into the depths of her wet pussy. "Oh, Cameron," she moaned as he tenderly moved in and out of her. Jenifer had never experienced anything like this. Cameron's cock stretched her beyond what she had known before. Her pussy was stuffed as full as it could go and it felt wonderful. Beyond that, she felt cared for and protected. In that moment, she fell completely in love with Cameron Reed. She leaned away from him and he slipped out of her. She turned around and moved into his arms, her breasts pressing into his muscled chest. They knelt on their knees holding each other for a moment, hands caressing each other's backs. Jenifer brought her mouth to Cameron's and tried to communicate everything she was feeling with her kiss before she pushed him down onto his back. She climbed onto him and straddled his stomach. She reached between her legs to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft. Jenifer scooted back and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She looked deep into his soulful eyes as she took him in as far as he could go. Cameron could see the pleasure on Jenifer's face as her pussy welcomed his cock into its sweet embrace. He reached up and caressed her breasts as she began to move on him. Her hips moved in small circles before she slid up slowly, only to plunge back down. She cried out each time she sheathed his hard cock inside her. Her pussy gripped his cock like a tight, wet glove. He caressed her hips and sides before moving back to her fantastic breasts. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth. "Mmm. Cameron, I love that," she whispered as he flicked his tongue across her nipples. "Ahh! Jen, you feel so good," he moaned. "I never want to stop doing this with you," she whimpered as the circles she was making with her hips became more urgent. Cameron's hands and mouth on her breasts felt amazing, and the feel of his large cock pressing on the walls of her pussy as she impaled herself on him were indescribable. She increased her pace when she felt her orgasm approaching. "Oh! Oh, Cameron, it feels so good, so good, yes, yes, yes!" Her orgasm exploded, shooting pulses of delight throughout her body. She shook and quivered uncontrollably as the sensations coursed through her. "Oh, god!" she cried before collapsing gently onto his chest. He let her lay there for a moment to catch her breath. When he felt she had recovered, he could no longer deny his own needs. He rolled her over onto her back, his cock never leaving the warm, wet confines of her glorious pussy. Cameron began to move, thrusting into her with long, gentle, but firm strokes. He could feel her pussy squeezing, milking his cock, hungry for his seed. He felt the churning in his balls that signaled his approaching orgasm. He increased his pace slightly, but kept his strokes steady. The pleasure built higher and higher. "I'm gonna come in you Jen," he told her breathlessly. "Yes! Come in me, Cameron. Come in me. Come in me, baby!" she cried. "Oh, Jenifer. Oh, Jen. Ahh!" She felt the first blast of his cum paint the walls of her pussy. It felt fantastic and pushed her into another delicious orgasm of her own. Her body shook in delight while she squeezed her pussy as tight as she could on his spurting cock. Jenifer kept milking Cameron's cock with her well-fucked pussy until he collapsed into her arms. She held him close and caressed his back. 'This is what it's supposed to be like. An Alpha who thrills me with his touch and makes me want to pleasure him. Now that I've found my true Alpha, I will never give him up.' She smiled and held him tight. ++++++++++ Author's note: I would like to thank the guild for their support, and to thank my editor JilliB for being awesome. Young Wolves Ch. 03 Cameron and Jenifer lay in each other's arms, content to caress each other softly in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Their hands tenderly explored each other now that they could touch freely. "Cameron," she said softly. "There are a few more things I need to tell you." "Go ahead," he said, running his fingers through her long, luxurious, black hair. "Now that you're a werewolf, you'll need to control your arousal in public. When you're sexually excited, you release a pheromone that human women can't resist. Your pheromones will affect female werewolves too, but not to the same extent. "You can still have sex with human girls, but you won't get any of them pregnant. You can only breed with another werewolf. Females go into heat every three months for about a week," she said. "It's the only time a werewolf can get pregnant. The heat cycles of the female members of a pack tend to sink up, so we're in heat at the same time." "When does the next cycle start?" he asked. "In about a month," she responded. "Trish, Beth, and I will start our cycles within a day or two of each other." "Okay," he mentally noted the date. "Why does Tyler force sex on all of you? I thought wolves were monogamous and mated for life." "That may be true of wolves," she answered, "but you need to understand that we're not just wolves. We're werewolves, and that means we are as much human as wolf. We feel hatred, greed, envy, lust, and every other human emotion on top of our wolf instincts." "Love too?" he asked softly. "Yes, love too," she said, squeezing him tight. "What else do I need to know?" he asked. "You have to remember to hunt only south of town. That's why you saw me on your family's land," she said. "Why only south of town?" "Because Tyler's father is the Alpha of a large pack in the city, and they hunt the lands north of town all the way to the city," she explained. "His father doesn't know he started his own pack. Tyler says his father and his pack will kill us all if they learn about us." "His father doesn't live here?" he asked. "No. Tyler and his mother live in that mansion on Oak Lane, but his father lives in the city." "Is Tyler's mother a werewolf too?" Jenifer nodded. "Tyler says he's pure-born, so she has to be a werewolf. I've never met her, though. She never leaves the mansion and we're not allowed to go there. I think Tyler's afraid she would tell his father if she found out about us." "Let's say I defeat Tyler and free all of you. What's to stop Tyler from telling his father about our pack then?" he asked. "I honestly don't know," she said with a worried look on her face. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Cameron said in a soothing tone. "Is there any thing else?" "Oh yes," she replied. "Don't be surprised if you only need a few hours of sleep a night. Now that your change is complete, you won't sleep much. Leaves us more time to hunt, I guess." "Okay." "And you have to hunt tonight because the moon will be full tomorrow." "I almost forgot about that," Cameron nodded. "Let's figure out a plan to free the others first, then we'll hunt." They spent the next hour plotting; taking turns throwing out ideas and discarding the ones that were too risky. They finally agreed that he would free Beth and Trish first since the girls had to be freed one at a time. If they were lucky, the loss of the girls would throw Tyler off-balance enough that he'd recklessly attack without taking the time to prepare. If Tyler decided to play it smart, Cameron would have to force a confrontation. Satisfied with their plans, the two of them changed forms and began to hunt. Cameron had never felt such exhilaration. His blood pumped through his veins like lava, burning with the need to kill. The wind in his face as he ran naked beside Jenifer in half-wolf form thrilled him to his core. He didn't know one animal scent from another, so he followed Jenifer's lead. She picked up the scent of a rabbit and nodded to him. He took the lead and flew through the forest, the scent burning in his nostrils. He closed in and caught sight of the rabbit. Realizing the danger, the small animal darted into the underbrush, forcing Cameron to crash through the shrubs hot on its tail. The rabbit changed direction impossibly fast as he closed in. He muttered a curse when his momentum carried him past the nimble-footed animal. He scrabbled to a stop and then resumed the chase. This time he was ready when the rabbit tried the same trick. His clawed hand shot out with supernatural speed and snatched the rabbit as he thundered past. When his teeth closed on the rabbit and he felt its lifeblood flowing into his mouth, he felt more alive than he ever had before. Cameron kissed Jenifer tenderly after they dressed and said their goodbyes. He got home with enough time to catch a few hours' sleep, but spent an hour staring at the ceiling, thinking of everything that could go wrong with their plan to confront Tyler. Even if by some miracle everything went perfectly, he still might have to face Tyler's father and his pack. He finally slipped into a troubled sleep. * * * * Cameron and Jenifer ignored each other at school the next day, putting the first steps of their plan into action. He chatted with Sarah, and Jenifer stayed with Tyler's group. At lunch, in the cafeteria, their eyes met across the student-filled room. She nodded almost imperceptibly. 'Good,' he thought. She had managed to convince Tyler to let Beth and Trish go to her house that night instead of hanging with the boys. So far so good. He had no classes with Tyler, John, or Allen, but had fifth period English IV with Jenifer. The day had been going smoothly until she came into class wearing a miniskirt that did nothing to hide her sumptuous legs, and a sleeveless low-cut shirt that only accentuated the loveliness of her ample breasts. She had pulled her long black hair into a ponytail and her wonderful scent wafted its way to him through the crowded classroom. His nose was soon focused on the unique and delicious fragrance that was Jen and Jen alone. He kept slipping glances at her, remembering how just a few hours ago he had held those breasts in his hands and buried his cock deep inside her. His cock began to harden in his jeans, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He was jolted from his less than pure thoughts when Leanne, the girl sitting on his left, slipped a folded piece of paper onto the edge of his desk. He was startled to see a phone number and the words "Call me" scribbled on the note. He looked at her and she winked at him seductively. He felt something touch his shoulder and turned to his right. Missy Evans was leaning over her desk with her dainty hand resting on him. "Cameron, I think need some help with our English homework. Will you come over and help me after school?" she asked, shooting Leanne a hate-filled look. "Pay attention, people," Mr. Hartford said loudly before resuming his lecture on subject-verb agreement. Cameron glanced at Jenifer. She mouthed, "Control yourself." It took a supreme effort with Jenifer's scent still lingering in the air, but he managed to suppress his arousal and got through the sixth and seventh periods incident free. He gave Sarah a ride home after school. She stared out the passenger window of his Impala without speaking. Ordinarily, he'd be feeling horny just being with her, but something was clearly bothering her, and concern kept his arousal at bay. She remained silent all the way to her house. He pulled into her driveway and threw the classic car into park. "What's wrong, Sarah?" he asked, taking her hand in his. "Something weird happened in last hour Chemistry," she said, pulling her hand away. "What was it, baby?" he asked, wondering what it could be. "Missy Evans and Leanne Spencer got into a fight in the middle of class," she answered. "Why?" he asked with feigned ignorance. "You tell me," she said. "How would I know?" he asked. "They were fighting over you." she accused. She flung open his car door and ran crying into her house. His heart lurched in his chest as he watched her disappear through her front door. Guilt over what happened with Jenifer slammed into him. He didn't feel guilty about freeing her from Tyler's grasp. He felt guilty about how much he enjoyed making love to Jenifer, and the realization that he wanted to do it again and again. He felt like he was being ripped apart. He loved Sarah, and wanted to be her lover as well. While she wasn't technically as pretty as Jenifer was, she was still beautiful in his view. She had shown him that he didn't have to be a total loner, and that there was someone out there that would love him just the way he was. He couldn't lose her. He got out of his car and went to the front door. Sarah's mother answered his knock. "Hello Mrs. Clarke," he said. "Can I speak to Sarah?" "She doesn't want to see you right now, Cameron," she said with a disapproving frown. "But I don't know what I did wrong," he said desperately. Her expression softened. "These things happen sometimes. Just give her some time. I'm sure you two will work things out." * * * * Beth and Trish followed Jenifer into her bedroom. They looked surprised when Jenifer locked her bedroom door and looked up and down the street through her window. She closed the pink frilly curtains and turned to her friends. "Alright, Jen. What is this all about?" Trish asked suspiciously, "Why did you ask us to lie to Tyler and tell him we needed to come here to plan a special surprise for him?" "And it is a lie, because I ain't doing shit for that son of a bitch," Beth chimed in. "It will be a surprise. Just not the kind he's hoping for," Jenifer said with a smile plastered on her face. "What are you smiling about?" Beth demanded. "I'm free!" Jenifer gushed. "What do you mean you're free?" Trish asked, confused. "I mean I'm free. No more Tyler. I have a new Alpha now and he's wonderful!" she beamed at them. "What the hell? How?" Trish asked, dumbstruck. "When?" Beth asked. "Who?" Trish demanded. Jenifer beamed triumphantly at her friends as they fired questions at her. "Cameron Reed," she said. "Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked, astonished. "That loner who hangs with Sarah Clarke?" Trish asked. "You better start at the beginning and don't leave anything out." Over the next half hour, Jenifer told them everything. She told them about accidentally biting him. She told them about what she felt through the bond at the lake house and discovering he was an Alpha. She told them how he had promised to help them all, and finally, she told them how he had made love to her in the moonlight. "Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked again. "You've already said that," Jenifer said patiently. "And he fucked you?" Beth said incredulously. "He didn't just fuck me," Jenifer said. "He rocked my world, and he will yours too if you want him to." "What do you mean, if I want him to?" Beth asked, cocking her head. "He's gentle, Beth. He won't force anyone," she said. "He was horrified when he found out he would have to force himself on me the first time. He is nothing like Tyler. Cameron is gentle, but so strong and male at the same time. Even his scent will make you wet between the legs, and when he slips his big dick in you, you will know what heaven feels like." "He's got a big stick?" Beth asked disbelievingly. "Big, but not freaky big," Jenifer replied, "You will be stuffed full, trust me." "Jen, I hate to burst your bubble," Beth continued. "But Cameron isn't big enough to whip Tyler in a fight." "I was worried about that too, but Cameron doesn't even seem concerned," Jenifer said. "There is just something about him that makes me believe in him. He can do it, I know he can." Trish had been sitting on the edge of Jenifer's bed. Her hands were in her lap. She stared off as if looking into a great nothingness. When she spoke, it was quiet and sounded as if she was afraid to hope. "Do you think he would let me be with Allen?" she looked up at Jennifer, tears falling from her green eyes. "Oh Trish," Jenifer said, kneeling in front of her friend. "I know he will." Trish began to sob, and Jenifer gathered her friend into her arms, her eyes meeting Beth's. "Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked. * * * * Cameron cruised around town for a while, trying to figure out a way to patch things up with Sarah. He wondered if he should just tell her the truth. Would she accept him as a werewolf and love him anyway, or would she think he'd become a monster? Would she accept his relationship with his female pack mates, and the way human women reacted to him? Would she want to become a werewolf too? There were no easy answers. "Who died and made you God's gift to women?" Camille demanded when he got home. "What are you talking about Camille?" he asked wearily. "I'm not in the mood for games." "I'll tell you what I'm talking about," she said. "You know I'm an office aid last hour at school. Well, they dragged Missy Evans and Leanne Spencer into the office kicking and screaming at each other about which one the great Cameron Reed liked more. Just what did you do?" "Camille, those are popular girls. I've hardly spoken three words to them all year," he said. "They were both suspended for two weeks. When Missy's parents took her home she was screaming 'Cameron needs me' all the way out the front doors," she said in disbelief. "I don't know why they're acting like that," he lied. "And guess what else? The phone has been ringing off the hook," she said. "Five girls called to ask me if you have a girlfriend, and ten more called to ask why you're hot stuff all of a sudden." "Sis, will you do me a giant favor?" he asked. "Only if you ask real nice little brother, and depending on what it is, of course," she replied. "Little brother? What are you, like two minutes older than me?" he asked with a laugh. "That's beside the point. Now, what's this favor?" "Will you keep screening the calls?" he asked. "I only want to talk if it's Sarah or Jenifer Myers." "Jenifer Myers?" she asked. "That reminds me, she asked for our phone number last Friday. What is going on with you two?" "Nothing," he lied again. "We're just friends." "You're suddenly friends with the head cheerleader?" Camille asked suspiciously. "Jenifer and her friends make Missy and Leanne seem like lepers in the popularity ranks, and now you're her friend and she's calling you at home." "Sis, please?" he pleaded. "Alright, alright, I'll help you out. Just this time!" she said, "But I know something fishy is going on with you, and I mean to find out what it is." "Thanks, Camille," he said. He heard the phone ring as he trudged upstairs. He hung out in his room for a while and played some video games. He grew bored with killing aliens and decided to take a shower. When he got out of the shower, his sister was waiting. "Jenifer called while you were in the bathroom," she said, staring at him with an arched eyebrow. "What did she say?" He asked impatiently. "Don't get snippy," she replied. "She said tell Cameron same time, same place. What the hell is going on, Cam?" "Sis, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Try me," she said. "Fine," he responded with a sigh of resignation. "Jenifer turned me into a werewolf. Now I have to save her, a few other cheerleaders, and a few members of the football team from an evil werewolf who also happens to be our quarterback and state champion wrestler." She stared at him, mouth agape. "If you don't want to tell me what's going on, fine, but don't ask me for any more favors." She turned on her heels, stomped to her room, and slammed the door. "What was that all about?" his mom asked from behind him. "Nothing," he responded, hoping she hadn't been standing there long. "Cameron, why aren't you wearing your glasses?" she asked. The question caught him completely off guard. He had no explanation, and no lie prepared either. "Uh, just didn't feel like wearing them," he said lamely. His mother looked at him worriedly, "Cam, honey, you know you can tell me anything, don't you?" "Jesus, mom," he said, "I just went through this with Camille. There is nothing going on with me." "Cameron Charles Reed! Do you think I'm stupid?" Her tone changed from conciliatory to stern. "You think I can't tell when something is going on with my own son? You're taller and put on a lot of muscle. And now you can see without your glasses." "Mom, I don't think you're stupid," he said defensively. "You're using steroids, aren't you?" she asked, almost sobbing. He laughed and pulled his mother into a hug. "Oh Mom, you know me better than that," he said, and she sagged against him in relief. "Mom, I have been going through some changes. I'm not going to lie to you about that. But I promise you it has nothing to do with steroids or drugs of any kind. Okay?" "Then what is it?" "Mom I've never asked you this before, but I just need you to trust that I would never do anything to hurt you or Camille. Can you do that?" he asked. "I've always trusted you, but it's hard for me to let it go when my gut tells me that you're in trouble," she said. "Just give me some time to figure this out. Please, Mom?" he pleaded. "Please?" "Alright, son," she said after a long, searching look at his face. "Just don't take too long." * * * * Cameron was nervous. He paced back and forth along the bank of the creek as he waited for the girls to appear. He'd been a virgin four days ago, and now he was expected to fuck two girls in one night, maybe three if Jenifer got in on the action. He was more than a little concerned that he wouldn't be able to satisfy more than one girl at a time. There wasn't so much as a breeze rustling the leaves, so he heard them coming before he smelled them. His heart picked up its pace as the girls appeared through the trees. He had to admit they were stunning. Though all three were gorgeous, their appearances differed greatly. Jenifer had black hair and brilliant blue eyes, while Trish had long, auburn-red curls that reached the middle of her back, the rich color complementing her captivating green eyes perfectly. Beth had straight, silky-blonde hair that brushed the top of her ass, with bangs cut strait across her forehead and eyes a lighter, though no less pretty, shade of blue. Their bodies differed as well. Trish was around five feet eight inches tall, thin and athletic with small to medium breasts. The proverbial handful, they sat high on her chest with a perkiness that defied gravity. Beth, on the other hand, might have been five feet tall with breasts that looked rather large on her diminutive frame. Jenifer was the middle ground between them and more spectacular for it. Awkward silence descended between Cameron and the group of girls. Cameron shuffled his feet nervously as the girls eyed him up and down. He couldn't tell if they looked nervous or terrified. Almost simultaneously, the girls lowered their heads to him, acknowledging his Alpha status. "Cam, you know Trish and Beth from school," Jenifer broke the tense silence. "Hi," he managed to croak out. "Hi," Trish said back with a cute little wave. Beth just stared at him with an unreadable expression. Cameron cleared his throat. "I assume Jen has told you our plan, but there is something I want to say before we go any farther." "Go ahead, Cameron," Jenifer encouraged. He took a deep breath. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I won't force anyone. If you're happier staying with Tyler, so be it," he said. "If you decide you want to join me and Jen, I will break Tyler's hold on you and then stop. Trish, I know you love Allen and you can be with him as soon as I defeat Tyler. I want you both to understand that you have no sexual obligation to me whatsoever. Not now and not as a member of my pack." Young Wolves Ch. 03 Trish looked relieved and thankful while Beth pursed her lips with a thoughtful expression on her face. "He is everything you said he was, Jen." Trish said, "I'm in." "Hell, I'll fuck Bigfoot if it means getting away from Tyler." Beth said, "As far as him being everything you said he was, well, we shall see." She glanced meaningfully at his crotch. "Jesus, Beth!" Jenifer said reproachfully. "Hey, just telling it like it is Jen," Beth said. "Now, how are we going to do this thing?" "Well, me and one of you will hold the other down while Cam does what he has to do," Jenifer said. "Simple, yet elegant," Beth quipped. "I'll go first," Trish said before she blushed furiously. "Alright, Trish," Jenifer said. "Cameron, did you bring a blanket?" "Yeah, it's here in my bag," he said. He pulled the blanket from his gym bag and spread it on the ground. "I think we should all take our clothes off to get things started," Jenifer said. A few moments later, they were all standing naked in the light of the full moon. While the girls were used to being naked in front of the boys in Tyler's pack, Cameron was feeling very uncomfortable. This was not going quite like how he had imagined. The whole experience felt clinical, not sensual at all, and he was having trouble getting an erection. "Let me help you with that," Jenifer said. She pulled him onto the blanket and dropped to her knees in front of him. She ran her hands up and down the side of his legs and looked up into his eyes to smile at him seductively. She tilted her head a little to the side and used her tongue to snake a hot trail under his flaccid cock. She lifted his dick up with her tongue until it was level then sucked it into her mouth. She pulled hard on the head of his cock and caressed the sensitive area under his head with her tongue. She had him hard as a rock in a matter of seconds. Trish and Beth watched Jenifer work his cock with her mouth until it looked hard as steel. They could feel his pheromones rolling off him in waves, and their pussies moistened as they inhaled them. Jenifer pulled her mouth off of Cameron's thick cock. A string of slobber ran from the corner of her sensuous lips to the head of his dick. She hastily wiped it away. "Are you ready, Trish?" she asked. Trish nodded, eyes glued to the large, thick cock waiting to impale her. "Help me, Beth," Jen said before she changed into her half-wolf form. Beth changed as well and they took a firm grip on each of Trish's arms. They guided Trish onto her knees and held her in place. Cameron morphed to half-wolf and leapt behind Trish before she could start kicking with her legs. She jerked and squirmed but Beth and Jenifer held her tight. He lined himself up and buried himself to the hilt before she could even transform to half-wolf. "Oh my god!" she screamed, and then collapsed face down, ass up with Cameron's cock still inside her. She whimpered as he extracted his engorged manhood from her tight pussy. She rolled away as he came to his feet, still in half-wolf form. Beth returned to human form then exchanged positions with Trish. Beth was smaller than and not as athletic as Trish, but she put up a bigger fight. She turned to half-wolf as soon as the others grabbed her arms. She yanked Trish right off her feet, freeing her arm in the process. Cameron seized Beth's free arm when she tried to claw at the fallen Trish. He transferred control of her arm back to Trish after she regained her feet. Beth swung her head left and right, her blond hair whipping around. Her jaws snapped at the girls holding her arms, just missing Jenifer's hand once. "Are you gonna fuck me or what?" she snarled over her shoulder at Cameron. Cameron finally got a good grip on her thrashing hips and immobilized her just long enough to line his cock up with her pussy. Beth's cunt was so dripping wet that it practically sucked his cock right into her depths. "Mother fucker!" she cried out when he rammed home. He quickly changed to full human and panted for breath, his swollen cock bottoming out in Beth's pussy. Her pussy squeezed and clutched at his hard cock as he pulled out of her. "Hold on there, cowboy," she said. She returned to her full human form as she spun around on her knees. "I'm not in love with anybody, and you can't get me this turned on and then not finish me off." She grabbed his cock and pulled it to her lips. Beth licked down one side of his shaft and up the other. She tasted her own and Trish's combined pussy juices. "Oh Beth, that feels good," he gasped. 'Damn his cock is big' she thought as she worshipped his shaft with her tongue. 'God damn! She does that good.' Cameron watched her suck his manhood into her hot mouth. He enjoyed the sensations rippling through his body as she bobbed up and down. Trish watched her friend sucking on Cameron's big dick and for a moment, she actually wanted to join her. But she loved Allen too much to do that. Instead, she settled on her hands and knees near them, and slipped a finger between her pussy lips to rub her clit while she watched. Cameron eased Beth off his cock and guided her down onto her back. He noticed Jenifer off to the side in human form, looking forlorn. He held his hand out to her. She smiled brilliantly and came to him. He guided her down beside Beth. He lifted both their inside legs. The girls wrapped an arm around each other's legs to hold them up. He had an unobstructed view of their pussies, blonde and brunette, side by side. He inhaled deeply, taking the combined scents of their saturated pussies deep inside him. They both looked and smelled so good; he didn't know which he wanted to taste first. He decided on Beth's by a very simple criterion: she was closer. He didn't waste any time and shoved his tongue deep into her hot depths. "Fuck, yeah!" Beth cried as he began lapping at her. He switched to Jenifer and gave her the same treatment. "Oh, oh, Cameron, you do that so good," Jenifer moaned. He returned to Beth's molten pussy and a thought occurred to him. His tongue was twice as long in half-wolf form. He changed and snaked his tongue as far as it would go into Beth's delicious pussy. "Ahh! You mother fucker!" she screamed. "Yes, yes, lick my pussy, you fucker." He climbed up her small body and shoved his cock into her. Her eyes bulged, she arched her back, and her mouth opened as if she was screaming but no sound came out. Her tight, slippery pussy squeezed his cock as he pumped in and out of her. He loved the way her large, heavy breasts swung in circles as he rammed his cock deep inside. Her nipples were a soft pink and stuck out invitingly from her small oval areolas. He very nearly mauled them with his fangs but remembered to morph to his full human form just before smothering a luscious nipple with his mouth. "God yes, lick those titties," she said breathlessly. "Beth, you feel so good," Cameron moaned into her ear. "Yes, yes, you're fucking me so good," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me, so good, so good, you're gonna make me come, you bastard. Don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck!" Beth's orgasm exploded through her. She thrashed and bucked beneath her Alpha's heaving, muscled body. She clamped her pussy as tight as she could on Cameron's beautiful organ and rode the ripples of pleasure that cascaded through her body. She held her breath as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Cameron watched her pretty face as she came. The look of pain and pleasure that warred in her expression was fascinating. She was holding her breath, arching her back, and whipping her head from side to side, blonde hair flying, as her orgasm ripped through her petite body. He started to worry, but she finally sucked in a giant breath and collapsed to the ground. "Oh dear God," she said, gasping for breath, "I've never been fucked that good." Beth watched Cameron smile at her obvious satisfaction. She sighed when he withdrew from her and crawled over to Jenifer who had been patiently waiting her turn. Beth's pussy felt empty without his wonderful cock stuffed in her. 'Jen was right,' she thought, 'my world has definitely been rocked.' Jenifer wrapped her legs around him and pulled his lips to hers as he slipped inside her welcoming tunnel. He seated his cock in the depths of her dripping hot pussy, and remained motionless while their tongues tenderly danced. The emotions that sprang up in him when he settled into Jenifer's embrace surprised Cameron. Fucking Beth was great, and he knew he would protect and defend her with his life, but this was different. He felt something he had only felt before with Sarah. He felt as if he was where he belonged. Jenifer was worried that Beth had fucked Cameron too well. She was terrified that he would prefer Beth's pussy to hers. That thought disappeared completely when he made himself one with her. She saw the surprise and the wonder in his deep brown eyes as he filled her pussy up with his manhood. 'He is falling in love with me, whether he knows it or not,' she thought with a secret smile. "Oh Jen, I love being inside you," he murmured as he began moving deep inside her. He drank in her beauty as he slid his cock in and out of her in long, smooth strokes. Her skin was smooth and clear except for a few freckles spattered across the slopes of her incredible breasts. Her nipples were a burgundy rose color in the moonlight. He watched her breasts move with the rhythm of their lovemaking. Her mouth was slightly open and she sighed each time he slid his cock into her. Her pussy was so wet he could feel her moisture leaking between them and coating his inner thighs. He wished this could go on forever. His cock felt so good stuffed in her pussy, Jen felt like she would explode with joy. She loved the way the muscles in his arms bulged as he supported his weight above her. She watched as a bead of his sweat ran from his hairline down his nose and then dripped onto her tits. She felt warmth emanate from her pussy and begin to spread outward. She knew her orgasm was coming fast. Her hips gyrated as he pounded into her. "Cam, baby, I'm close. I'm so close, baby. Here it comes! Oh Cam! Oh, Cameron! Ahh!" Lights exploded in her head as her orgasm crashed through her like the flash of an atomic bomb. Her body convulsed as the pleasure overloaded the circuits in her brain. She lost control of her motor functions; her body quaked and her legs wrapped around him as tight as she could squeeze. 'I love him, I love him, I love him,' she repeated in her mind as her orgasm waned and her senses returned. She lay there gasping for breath. She whimpered as Cameron continued to plow into her saturated pussy. He had made her feel so good she wanted to do something special for him. "Stop for a second, baby," she said. He ceased thrusting his glorious cock in her well-fucked pussy and looked at her. "Please stand up for me, Cam," she said. He pulled out of her and he could hear the squish of her cum juices filling the void his cock had made. He stood and looked at her questioningly. She leaned over and whispered something to Beth, who was still lying there in post-orgasmic bliss. Beth whispered back and they both giggled, then their smoldering gazes turned on him. He watched as they crawled to him, their asses swaying seductively. The positioned themselves, one beauty on each side of his cock. He watched in amazement as Jenifer glued her lips to the right side of his shaft, while Beth glued hers to the left. The girls slid their lips back and forth along his length and flicked the underside of his engorged dick with their wet hot tongues. He jerked in surprise when Trish moved up against his back. He could feel Trish's perky tits pressing into his back below his shoulder blades. She wrapped one arm around him and grabbed the section of his shaft near the base. She pulled the skin of his cock tight, increasing the sensations that Jen's and Beth's lips and tongues were creating. Trish laid her head on the back of his shoulders, making whimpering noises as she used her other hand to rub her clit harder and faster. Her body began to tremble. Her breath started coming in ragged breaths and she cried out in orgasm. Her whole body shook and he reached an arm behind him to keep her from falling as her orgasm thundered through her. When her climax passed, she placed her now free hand around his waist and spread her fingers wide on his muscled stomach. Her other hand began sliding up and down his shaft with a slight twisting motion. Jen and Beth's lips were now sucking on the ridge where the head of his cock met his shaft. Their tongues would occasionally touch as they licked the underside of his sensitive cock. "Oh shit! Girls, that feels so good," he moaned in ecstasy. Either Jen or Beth, he had no idea which, began stroking her fingernails lightly on his balls. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He could feel the pressure growing deep in his balls. He shuddered as he passed the point of no return. The sensations created by the three girls working his cock were more than he could stand. "Shit girls, I think I'm gonna come. Ahh!" he screamed. Cameron's first blast of cum shot two feet into the air. Jen and Beth slid up to the end of his spurting cock and dueled with their tongues as he blasted several more jets of cum between their lips. Trish continued to pump his cock until his last dribbles were delivered on to the swirling tongues of Jen and Beth. When she released her hold on his cock, Jen and Beth took turns sucking him into their mouths, milking whatever cum remained. Finally, his cock became so sensitive he couldn't take it any more. "Okay, stop. Stop, girls. Stop, I can't take any more," he laughed as they kept fighting over the last suck. Both girls sat back on their heels and Beth shot Jenifer a grin. "Cameron fucking Reed!" All three girls burst out laughing. ***** Author's note: I want to thank JillieB for editing this and the guild for their support. Young Wolves Ch. 04 After they got dressed, Cameron gathered his newly-formed pack around him. The girls stood facing him in a semi-circle, their heads lowered in deference. Cameron could feel an overwhelming need to protect them deep in his soul. His Alpha instincts told him they belonged to him. He knew he would face any threat, fight with everything he had to keep them safe. He also knew they'd do anything he asked of them. Cameron shook his head, wary and all too conscious of the dangerous train of thought. It would be so easy to let the power he felt inside take over, to use it for his own personal gratification. The power was tempting, seductive. In that moment, he understood how Tyler had become what he was. He realized now that Tyler was the true slave -- a slave to his human weaknesses combined with the power and instincts of the wolf within him. He understood the danger as only another Alpha could. Cameron, like every Alpha before him, faced his own inner struggle and mastered himself. He was determined to walk the line between command and kindness as best he could. He took a deep breath and assumed command. "Listen up," he said. The Alpha tone in his voice came out stronger than he intended. "Yes, Cameron," the girls said together and bowed their heads even lower. "I'm sorry," he said instantly, softening his tone. "That came out harsher than I meant it to. Please, will you forgive me? This is new to me too, you know?" "It's okay, Cam," Jenifer answered for all three. "Of course we forgive you." The other two girls bobbed their heads in agreement. He nodded gratefully. "You don't have to bow your heads to me. And when we're talking, like we are now, anything I say is open to debate. I don't want mindless slaves. I want to hear your ideas. If you think I'm being stupid, I want to hear it. But if we're in a fight or a dangerous situation, I need you to follow my orders instantly and without question." They nodded their heads, their postures straightening as they smiled tentatively at each other, then at him. "I meant what I said before." he continued. "I will not order any of you to have sex with me." "What if we want to?" Jen and Beth said together. They looked at each other for a second then laughed and hugged, before turning their questioning gazes back to Cameron. "That would be... acceptable." A foolish grin covered his face. The girls laughed again, and he laughed with them before turning serious. "Another thing I think you all should know," he said. "I'm in love with Sarah Clarke and I intend to tell her the truth about me. I hope she'll want to join us, and if she does, I hope you will welcome her as one of us. Can you do that?" "Oh Cameron, you still don't understand. For you, we will willingly do just about anything," Jenifer said. Nevertheless, she felt jealous. She knew in her heart that he was going to love her too, but wasn't sure how she felt about sharing his heart with a girl she barely knew. He was relieved that they would accept Sarah. The real question was: would Sarah accept them? They discussed their plans late into the night. Cameron finally called a halt to the meeting a few hours before they had to be up for school. He kissed both Jen and Beth goodnight. Beth kissed him hard and squeezed his ass while Jen's kiss was soft and loving. He folded Trish into his arms and hugged her reassuringly. "Allen will be with you soon," he whispered for her ears alone. She smiled at him thankfully and returned the hug. He watched the girls disappear into the trees as they headed home. Before turning and heading for his own bed, he took a deep breath and nodded his head in acceptance of what was to come. Tomorrow, the real struggle would begin. * * * * Cameron woke with a start, both nervous and excited at the same time. It was going to be an interesting day. He showered and performed his morning routine in a daze, his mind on the confrontation ahead. He grabbed his books and keys and left much earlier than usual so he could pick up the girls. Beth only lived few miles away so her house was his first stop. She must have been watching for him, because she emerged from her house as he was pulling up. She was wearing her blue and gold cheerleading uniform, and her long blond hair swung side to side as she trotted around to the passenger side of his car, books clutched to her chest. 'Damn, she looks hot in that outfit,' he thought. He couldn't help but leer at her lovely legs as she climbed in beside him. "Hi, Cameron," she said. "What's with the outfit?" he asked. "Oh, there's a wrestling duel tonight so all the cheerleaders have to wear their uniforms to school today." He pulled onto the road and headed toward town. "Cameron, are you nervous about today?" she asked. "A little," he answered truthfully. "Well, I know just the thing to take the edge off," she said with a smile. "I figure I've got ten minutes before we get to Jen's house." Beth unfastened her seat belt. His old car had a bench seat rather than bucket seats, so she scooted over right next to Cameron. She ducked her head under his arm while climbing onto the seat, settling on her knees with her face in his lap. She attacked his zipper and pulled his rapidly hardening cock out into the open. Once she had his thick cock free, she lay on her stomach with her large breasts resting on his right thigh. She slid her left arm behind him in the space between his butt and the seat, her legs bent at the knee with her ankles crossed in the air. Beth wrapped her right hand around his vein-covered shaft and swirled her tongue around the engorged head of his thick, hard dick. "Shit, Beth! That feels good," he moaned. He couldn't see what she was doing. Her cascade of blond hair concealed her actions from his view. She knew she didn't have much time so she decided to skip the teasing. She pumped her tiny hand up and down his shaft at a fast pace, while swirling her tongue around the head. She moved her hand in time with her mouth, down and up every ten seconds or so, sucking hard before going back to swirling her tongue. It took all of Cameron's discipline to keep the Impala on the road. Beth was sucking his cock so expertly he didn't know which way was up. He glanced at her cute round ass in her cheerleading skirt and wanted to reach over and caress it, but didn't dare try lest he lose control of the vehicle. "Beth, you do that so good," he moaned, briefly swerving onto the shoulder of the road. She allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth with a wet pop. "I dreamed of your fat cock last night, Cameron. And now I'm going to suck out every drop of cum you have." He could only moan in response when she took him back in her mouth. He was just barely keeping the car on the road. He was a little intimidated by the gorgeous blonde and the bluntly sexual way she spoke her mind. Beth stopped pumping his cock long enough to gather her hair up and pull the locks to one side, allowing him to glance down and see what she was doing. She pulled her hot mouth off him and turned her head so she could flick the sensitive underside where the head blended into his shaft. Her hand kept sliding up and down while she flicked her tongue. She watched the tortured expression on his face as she worked him toward orgasm. She could tell that he loved what she was doing. She never wanted to please anyone like she wanted to please him. "Holy shit, Beth," he groaned. Her hot, wicked tongue was driving him crazy. Cameron glanced down and she smiled, more with her eyes than her mouth, since her mouth was busy pleasuring him. He felt his orgasm coming. It was the sight of her pink lipstick smeared around her full lips that pushed him past the point of no return. "Beth girl, you're gonna make me come," he grunted. She squeezed harder on his shaft and continued to flick her tongue as fast as she could. When his cock throbbed, she quickly swung her head and sucked the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth just as the first jet of cum erupted from him. She increased the speed of her hand movements, sliding up and down his shaft as fast as she could go. Beth sealed her lips just under the ridge of his cock head and swallowed each spurt as it gushed into her willing mouth. He grunted with each orgasmic spasm that coursed through his body. His legs jerked on the pedals and he swerved into the oncoming traffic lane, over-corrected, drove across his lane and onto the shoulder of the road before finally regaining control of the car and his senses. Beth milked the last drops of hot cum from his dick then pushed it back into his pants. She zipped him up and scrambled back into a sitting position. "Mmm, that was so good," she said, smacking her lips. "Jesus, Beth. That was better than good. You're a fucking artist," he said breathlessly. "Cameron, I will do that for you anytime you want," she said with a pink lipstick-smeared smile, and was surprised to realize she actually meant it. Beth had never had an emotional attachment to a boy before, and vehemently denied to herself that she was developing one now. Her father had run off when she was a baby, and what Tyler had done to her was an abomination. Boys could be used for her pleasure, but could never be trusted. She reasoned away her willingness to do anything to please Cameron by telling herself she just liked his fat cock. Besides, love was for suckers, wasn't it? She grabbed her makeup bag from her purse and started fixing her face using the mirror located on the rear of the visor. * * * * Jenifer saw Cameron's black Impala coming down her street as she waited on her porch. She nervously adjusted her cheerleading uniform as her heart beat faster at the thought of seeing Cameron. 'My god, I'm acting like a thirteen-year-old with a crush,' she thought then laughed at herself. The laugh died in her throat when she saw Beth return her lipstick to her purse and fluff her hair in the car's visor mirror. She saw how Beth made sure Cameron got a nice look at her ass as she crawled into the back seat. A surge of jealousy seared through her chest. 'Was Beth putting lipstick on, or putting lipstick back on?' she wondered. She pushed the jealousy into the back of her mind. She knew that Cameron was Beth's Alpha too, and Beth had as much right to Cameron as she did. Jealousy was an emotion that a girl in a pack with other females could not afford. 'Beth might get his cock, but I'm going to get both his cock and his heart,' she thought defiantly. She forced a smile to her face and climbed in his car. They arrived at Trish's house a few minutes later and found her also wearing the blue and gold cheerleading uniform. The girls chatted for a few moments then fell silent, growing too nervous to make small talk. Silence reigned as Cameron pointed the Impala towards school and the fate that awaited them. * * * * Sarah waited for Cameron on the school commons. She knew she hadn't been fair to him about Missy and Leanne's behavior. Maybe he really had nothing to do with why they were fighting over him. Maybe others were just beginning to see Cameron the way she had, all along. She was worried that if prettier girls like those two started showing a genuine interest in Cameron, he wouldn't want her anymore. Her emotions had been out of control since she and Cameron had made love. She was at turns confused, overjoyed, sad, aroused, and dismayed about having thrown caution to the wind. It had been an amazing experience, but she had really wanted to wait and see if Cameron intended to marry her before surrendering her most precious gift to him. Not only had she surrendered her virginity, but she had let him come in her mouth too, something she had thought she would never do. 'What's done is done. You can't put ketchup back in the jar,' she thought. She really didn't want to anyway. Still, she was confused about the way her attraction to Cameron had so overwhelmed her. He had made her pussy wet with need many times before, but she had always been able to control herself. Why had Saturday been so different? She shook her head to clear her thoughts and glanced at her watch. It was twenty minutes until first period. Cameron would be at school soon, and she wanted to talk to him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, and how silly she had been. Sarah wanted him to forgive her and hold her in his strong arms. She couldn't lie to herself; she wanted him to come in her mouth and pussy again too. Her heart leapt when she saw his black Impala pull into the school parking lot. She watched anxiously as he parked. She forced herself to wait calmly, but she wanted to run to him so badly it hurt. She started to call out to him when he emerged from his car, but the words turned to ashes in her mouth when his passenger door swung open and Jenifer Myers climbed out. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she watched Beth Collins and Trish Ross climb out behind Jenifer. There was no way Sarah could mistake the look Jenifer gave Cameron. It was adoration. Cameron never saw her run crying from the commons. * * * * Tyler was in a good mood. His girls had prepared a surprise for him and he couldn't wait. 'I guess those bitches finally realized how good they've got it being with me,' he thought. "What's keeping the girls?" John asked. "Maybe I should call Trish on her cell and see if they're all right," Alan said, concern for Trish clearly on his face. "Would you pussies relax," Tyler snapped. 'They are probably just putting the last touches on my surprise,' he thought. John and Allen were beginning to annoy him. It pissed Tyler off that none of them seemed to appreciate what he'd done for them. He'd given them speed and power, awakened them to a world of scent, sight, and sound that they otherwise would never have known. And did they thank him for it? No. He'd given John a free ticket to all the human pussy he wanted. Those human cunts wouldn't be able to resist him, but the pansy just said it wasn't fair to take advantage of them. Tyler didn't much care for human pussy, or humans in general for that matter. Humans were too fucking weak. That's why he'd turned the hottest girls in school, so he could have fine wolf pussy whenever he wanted. Thing would have been perfect if that stupid bitch Trish hadn't turned Allen. Now he had to put up with Trish and Allen mooning over each other all the fucking time. He actually considered giving Trish to Allen just so he wouldn't have to see that stupid look on their stupid fucking faces any more. Beth and Jenifer's pussies were good enough; he didn't really need Trish. Besides, Trish's tits were small and he liked big tits. If she hadn't had all that sexy red hair, he wouldn't have turned her in the first place. 'Fuck that shit. They need to learn their place,' he thought. "Uh, Tyler," John said. "What, god damn it?" he demanded, his good mood forgotten. John just pointed towards the parking lot. Tyler turned and for a second didn't see what John was pointing at. Then his eyes picked out the familiar blue and gold cheerleading uniforms of his bitches. "It's about fucking time," he spat and then, "What the fuck?" All three of his bitches were walking across the parking lot with that loser, Cameron Reed. * * * * Cameron scanned the commons looking for Tyler and found him and the remains of his pack loitering on the far side. He saw John raise an arm and point in his direction. He watched Tyler turn and say something that he couldn't quite hear through the bustle of students. Tyler's face turned an ugly shade of red and he stomped towards Cameron and the girls with John and Allen close behind. "Here they come," Cameron said quietly. "Stay behind me, and let me do the talking." Cameron took a deep breath and strode purposefully to meet Tyler and his pack, mentally preparing himself for a fight. He knew that it would be the classic jiu jitsu versus wrestling scenario. Tyler would be bigger, stronger, and probably have superior takedowns but Cameron would have the chokes and submissions that wrestlers were unprepared for, as well as the element of surprise. Tyler wouldn't know about his jiu jitsu skills. The two groups came to a halt about five feet apart. "Get over here," Tyler barked at Jenifer, Beth, and Trish. "I don't think so," Cameron said calmly. Tyler's eyes bulged in his head when the girls remained where they were. He looked at Cameron and sniffed the air. The blood drained from his face as he realized he was facing another Alpha. John and Allen glanced nervously between Tyler and Cameron. "Who turned you? My Mother?" Tyler asked furiously, "I'll make that bitch pay-" "Hey stupid," Cameron said. "I've never even met your mother." "Then who, asshole?" Tyler demanded, "Couldn't have been one of my bitches. They ain't pure born." "I think you mean my bitches," Cameron replied. "And since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you: it's none of your damn business, that's who it was." It took all of Tyler's self-control to keep from turning half-wolf and ripping Cameron to shreds. It dawned on him that Cameron was deliberately trying to provoke him into a fight. Tyler was cruel but not stupid. He knew that the odds, while still in his favor, would be closer if they couldn't change to half-wolf. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to stay calm. "What do you think you've accomplished?" Tyler asked. "I'm just gonna beat you to death and then reclaim my property." Cameron laughed in his face. "What makes you think you can do that? Is it because you're as big as a Neanderthal, or is it because you're as dumb as a fucking stump?" "I'm the state champion wrestler at heavyweight," Tyler spluttered. "Oh, that's right. I almost forgot," Cameron said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Against humans, you're the state champion. Tell me Tyler, how many Alphas have you wrestled?" "You mother fucker," Tyler spat. "That's what I thought: none," Cameron continued. "I bet you display all your football trophies and wrestling medals in your own little shrine to yourself, don't you?" He could see by the look on Tyler's face that he was right. "You're pathetic, Tyler," he said. "I'm gonna kill you, Reed," Tyler fumed. "You know what I'm going to do right after I've taken the rest of your pack, Tyler?" Cameron asked. "Let me tell you: I'm going to let Trish and Allen love each other the way they were meant to." Cameron glanced at Allen, who had been staring at Trish since the verbal sparring began. Allen jerked his head toward Cameron as his last words registered. Their eyes met and Cameron could see the desperate hope etched into Allen's face. He could clearly see how much Allen loved Trish. If it were possible, his hatred for Tyler deepened. Tyler's face turned purple with fury, and a blood vessel pulsed in his forehead. He clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on his neck stood out like rivers on a map. 'I've almost got him,' Cameron thought. 'It's time to push him over the edge.' "A little word of advice," he continued. "If my dick was as small as the girls tell me yours is, I would stick to human girls. Our kind needs a real Alpha." "Ahh!" Tyler screamed at the top of his lungs. "I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!" Every head on the commons turned at Tyler's outburst. Sensing a fight, the crowd of students ran to surround the two Alphas. "Well, come on, bitch," Cameron taunted. "I'm standing right here." Tyler looked around him at all the faces eagerly anticipating a fight. "This isn't the place for this, Reed," he said, getting control of himself with supreme effort. Cameron had Tyler as flustered and off balance as he could get him. He knew that now was his best chance; he wouldn't catch Tyler off his guard again. "You're nothing but a coward, Tyler," Cameron goaded him. "If you won't fight, I'll make you fight." Young Wolves Ch. 04 Just as Cameron took a menacing step toward Tyler, the sound of whistles blowing split the air. Campus security and several teachers pushed through the crowd of onlookers. 'Fuck! Don't break it up now. I've almost got him.' Cameron screamed in his head. The teachers and campus security guards shoved into the empty circle around the two Alphas. "What seems to be the problem here?" One of the guards asked as he stepped between them. "No problem, sir," Cameron said loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Just a friendly discussion about whether Tyler here is a man or a woman in disguise." The onlookers laughed uproariously, and Tyler's face turned an even deeper shade of purple. "Cameron, I'm surprised at you," Principal Carter said when he arrived on the scene. "We've never had this kind of trouble out of you before." "Sorry, sir," Cameron said. "But someone needed to show this bully that he doesn't own this school." Several of the gathered students cheered, and Tyler scowled menacingly. "Alright! Everyone get to class. The show's over!" Principal Carter yelled. The crowd broke up as the students hurried off to class. Principal Carter turned and frowned when John, Allen, and the girls did not leave with the other students. He let it pass and addressed Cameron and Tyler. "If I see any more of this foolishness out of you two, you'll be expelled and will not graduate. I mean it, people. Now get to class." Tyler turned on his heel and stalked off with John and Allen in tow. "Well, we fall back to Plan B then," Cameron said to the girls as they too walked across the commons. "Cameron, that was the single greatest verbal beat down I've ever witnessed," Beth said with admiration. "Yeah, you were fantastic," Jenifer agreed. "Allen looked miserable standing back there behind Tyler," Trish said with a quiver in her voice. Jenifer put her arm around her friend as they approached the school entrance. "I wonder if Tyler liked his surprise." Beth asked. They all laughed. "The look on his face was priceless," Jenifer said. "Remember to stay away from them as much as possible today. I'll meet you all for lunch in the cafeteria, and we'll meet here at the entrance after school so I can take you all to the wrestling duel," Cameron instructed as they entered the building. Cameron noticed that Sarah wasn't at her desk in second period. He learned from Rebecca Sneed that Sarah had gone home after falling ill during first period. He hoped she was feeling okay. He couldn't go see her after school. He had to protect his girls at the wrestling duel. He decided to call her later to see if she was feeling better, and to try to fix whatever was wrong between them. * * * * The tale of what happened on the commons that morning burned through the school like wildfire, and Cameron became the man of the hour. To all the kids that Tyler had bullied, he was instantly elevated to the status of hero. He walked the halls to a chorus of "Hey, Cameron," and "Way to go, Cameron." The fact that the three hottest girls in school were following him around gave him the same popularity status that Tyler had previously enjoyed. Several girls slipped him their phone numbers, even without his pheromones in action. Tyler, on the other hand, was bombarded with laughter and derision as he moved from class to class. His anger and humiliation grew in leaps and bounds with every whisper behind his back, but he had control of his faculties again. To Tyler, one thing was certain: Cameron Reed was going to pay. And he would pay in ways he would never see coming. **** Author's note: This was edited by the awesome JilleB. The guild was instrumental with their feedback and support as always. Young Wolves Ch. 05 Authors note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters are figures of the author's imagination. ++++++++++ Sarah was heartbroken. All her fears of Cameron finding someone prettier than her had come true. She thought he loved her, but obviously, he had only wanted to take her cherry. Like a fool, she had fallen for his lies completely. She sat through first period in a daze. She couldn't remember a thing Mr. Harper said about the Peloponnesian wars. The students were all buzzing about Cameron and those cheerleader whores, and something about a fight on the commons. She blocked their inane chatter out of her mind. She had second period in twenty minutes. Cameron was in that class and Sarah knew she couldn't see him without making a total fool out of herself. She would either burst into tears or smash his face with whatever she could get her hands on, so she told Mr. Harper she wasn't feeling well, left class, informed the office, and went home. She spent the morning crying in her room. Her chest felt like it had a hole right through it. She sobbed as she lay on her bed clutching her teddy bear, Mr. Giggles. Why was Cameron doing this? She thought they had something special. Sarah had daydreamed many times about him asking her to marry him. In her dreams, his face always looked so beautiful when she told him; of course, she would marry him. She felt like a naïve child. Sarah cried until she had no more tears. She decided that she couldn't lie in her room all day feeling sorry for her self. She changed into some shorts and decided to clean house. Cleaning always took her mind off her problems. She cleaned her room first, then the bathrooms, the living room and finally the kitchen. She bagged up the trash and took it to the trashcans in the alley behind her back yard. "Hey Goose," a voice said as she walked back through her yard. She looked toward the voice and saw her neighbor Rick's head sticking over the fence between their back yards. Rick was a senior in college, but usually came home from the city on days he didn't have classes. Since she was a little girl, he always called her Goose. "Oh, hey Rick," she said. "You look like you've been crying," he said concerned. "Boy troubles," she said, "You know how it is." "You want to come over and talk about it?" He asked. 'What the hell,' Sarah thought, 'I've got no one else to talk to.' She told Rick she would be over in a few minutes. She went to her vanity and tried to make her face presentable. She gave up. No amount of makeup was going to disguise her puffy eyes. Rick opened the front door for Sarah and she noticed that all he was wearing was a pair of shorts and a leather cord around his neck. A little jade square with some oriental symbol hung from the cord. He was a little taller than Cameron, but leaner. Where Cameron's muscles were thick, Rick's were lean like a swimmer. She figured he must have been sunning when he heard her in the back yard. "Where are your Mom and Dad?" Sarah asked as he led her into the living room where he plopped into a recliner. She sat on the couch across from him. "Work," he responded. "So I hear you're legally an adult now." "Yeah, for two whole weeks now," she said. "I'm gonna have a beer," he said as he brushed his black hair out of his eyes. "You want a beer?" "Sure," she said, not wanting to seem like a kid to him. He climbed out of the recliner and disappeared into the kitchen. Rick returned a moment later with two bottles of beer. He had already opened hers for her. "Now," he said, "Tell me about these boy troubles." She took a swig of beer and began. A half hour and two more beers later she finished. When Rick brought her third beer, he sat beside her on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulders as she finished her tale. She had a good buzz going and didn't seem to mind. Sarah only had three beers but she wasn't used to drinking alcohol. "Sarah, this guy Cameron is crazy if he thinks these other girls are better than you." He said as he squeezed her reassuringly. "I don't know," she said doubtfully. "Trust me Sarah," he said stroking her hair. "A lot of guys would love to be with you." "Really?" She asked. He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue slipped out and caressed her full lips until she parted hers and allowed his tongue to fill her mouth. He swirled his tongue around her mouth with more force than she was used to and tasted of beer. Sarah felt a little light headed from the combined effect of the beer and his insistent kiss. She barely noticed when he began massaging her breasts through her shirt. Her mind might not have noticed but her body responded and her nipple hardened under his touch. She moaned softly into his mouth. Sarah followed when he took her hand and led her to his bedroom. She didn't really want to go, but Cameron had hurt her bad. Her alcohol-clouded judgment told her that if Cameron didn't want her at least Rick did. He pulled her inside his room and pushed the door closed with his foot. He grabbed her with both hands by her head and pulled her lips to his. His tongue invaded her mouth again, and she sucked on it hungrily. Rick removed his lips from hers long enough to pull her shirt over her head. He continued feasting on her mouth and running his hand over her back. He unsnapped her bra, removed it and threw it on the floor. He fell to his knees in front of her. He cupped her breasts underneath and lifted them up. He sucked first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. He nibbled and sucked on her hard nipples until he heard her moan with pleasure. He removed his hands from her sensitive breasts and pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them and he tossed them aside. He cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her to him. Rick buried his nose in the black curls above her pussy while his hands squeezed and rubbed her ass. Rick pushed her backward and she fell back on his bed with her feet still on the floor. He lifted her legs and settled them on his shoulders with his head between. He leaned forward and ran his tongue around the outside of her pussy. Sarah shivered when his tongue touched the tender flesh, and she gasped when he lightly licked her slit from bottom to top. He swirled his tongue in a circle around her entrance and then slid it up to flick her clit. "Your pussy tastes good, Goose," he mumbled. He worked his tongue more insistently on her clit occasionally sucking it and pulling on it with his lips. He stood quickly and removed his shorts. His cock stood out before him. It was as long as Cameron's she noticed, but not as thick. His foreskin was intact and covered half of his swollen head. He pulled her up until she was sitting on the edge of the bed and pressed his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed his stiff cock to slide between her lips. She could feel his foreskin slide back as her lips closed around his dick. She sucked it and rolled her tongue around it. His uncircumcised cock felt strange in her mouth as her tongue licked around the folds of skin. She grabbed his shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. She started sliding her hand up and down his long cock while rolling his balls around in their sack. She slurped on his cock head hungrily almost angrily. 'Fuck Cameron and his cheerleader whores,' she thought. "You suck dick so fucking good," Rick moaned as she worked him. He let her suck his cock for another minute and then pushed her back on the bed. He lifted her leg up and hooked his arm under her knee. She pulled her other knee up while he grabbed his stiff cock with his free hand and guided it to her pussy. He rubbed the engorged head of his cock up and down between her wet hot lips a few times then sunk his dick in her as far as it would go. "Oh, shit!" She cried as he filled her pussy with his hot meat. He fucked her fast. He sawed his cock in and out of her pussy as fast as he could. Her moans sounded like she had a vibrato in her voice from his pounding. He grabbed her by the ankles and held them out forming a V with her legs. He looked down and watched his cock disappearing into her tight pussy. "Damn! Your pussy is tight," he said as he thrust into her. He scooped her up with his cock still in her; she wrapped her legs around his back to keep from falling. He spun around and sat on the bed with her in his embrace, his cock buried deep inside her pussy. He grabbed her ass with both hands and used them to guide her movements on his cock. "Oh yeah, Goose ride that dick," Rick groaned as she squeezed his cock with the slippery tight walls of her cunt. He lifted her again and deposited her on the bed. For a second she didn't know which way he wanted her to go. He awkwardly pulled her around and placed her on her hands and knees. He stood on the floor and pulled her back to him with both hands on her small waist. He lined up and shoved his cock into her depths. He thrust into her fast and hard, pulling her to meet each thrust with his grip on her waist. "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," he grunted with every thrust. Sarah realized that, unlike Cameron, Rick wasn't going to make her cum with his dick unless she helped him. She shifted her weight onto her left hand so she could reach back and finger her clit with her right. She circled her finger around her clit softly at first and then more urgently. She didn't even bother to tell him when she made her self cum. He seemed oblivious anyway. "Don't cum in me," she said when she sensed him getting close. He pulled out of her and leapt onto the bed beside her. He grabbed her head and tried to guide his cock to her mouth, but didn't make it in time. His first spurt hit her on the cheek. He crammed the head of his spewing cock into her mouth before the second squirt and jacked his own shaft as fast as he could. He cried out as he spilled his cum into her mouth. She swallowed his spunk as it was deposited and grimaced at the taste. She tried to pull away when he was done, but he held her head in place with his hand. She turned her head enough to spit his dick out of her mouth. He grabbed his cock at its base and squeezed while moving his hand to the top of his dick. He forced his foreskin over the head of his cock until it met hose like in front of his pee hole. He milked one last drop of cum out of the tip of his foreskin then shook his dick, flicking it onto her face. It landed just under her eye. He finally released her and rolled onto his back. "That was great," he said as he grabbed a cigarette and lighter off his bed stand. "Bathrooms over there." He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. The acrid stench of the tobacco made her head hurt. She gathered up her clothes and went to the bathroom. She felt dirty and wanted to wash as quickly as possible. She came out of his bathroom fully dressed. "I gotta get home before my parents do," she said. "Let yourself out," he said blowing smoke while his now flaccid uncircumcised cock lay obscenely on his stomach. "And Goose," he said. She paused at his door. "You're a really great fuck," he said. She fled. She went straight home and to her room. She closed her door and leaned her head against it. She just stood there thinking. While clearly more experienced than Cameron was, Rick was a far distant second as far as she was concerned. She felt unclean. She wished that she had never seen Rick or his ugly dick. She needed to take a shower. She heard her cell phone beeping. She had a voice message. She sighed, crossed the room, grabbed the cell phone off the dresser and hit the button that played her messages. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Cameron's voice. "Sarah, it's Cameron," he said. "It's lunch time and I'm on the cafeteria pay phone. They told me you went home, sick. I just wanted to call and see if you're okay, and to tell you that I love you. I know you're mad at me, but I can explain everything. There are some crazy things going on with me right now and you're the only person I can really talk to. I love you and I want to fix things between us. Please, Sarah I need to talk to you. Okay, well, I'll talk to you later then. I love you. Bye." Sarah's eyes stared blankly as she dropped the phone, 'My God, what have I done?' She had more tears after all. ++++++++++ The wrestling dual was a bust. Tyler never even showed up and their school had to forfeit the heavyweight match. Cameron did enjoy watching his girls do their cheers though. Afterward he drove each of them home and watched until they made it safely inside. He pulled into his drive way and killed the engine. He got out of his car and froze. His enhanced nose smelled all the scents that were supposed to be there, but he thought he caught another scent for a split second. He sniffed again it was faint but it was there: Tyler. He ran for the house as fast as he could without turning to half wolf. He almost tore the door off its hinges getting inside. His mother was sitting at the kitchen table crying. He rushed to her. "Mom are you ok?" Fear gripped his heart. "What is it? Is it Camille? Is she all right? Mom!" Sharon looked up and handed him a piece of paper. He read it quickly. It was from Camille. It said she was eighteen now and tired of living by her mother's rules. She had moved in with a friend and didn't want us to come looking for her. It was almost believable. The way Camille and his mother had been fighting lately. If he hadn't caught Tyler's scent outside, he might have believed it himself. There was no doubt in Cameron's mind. Tyler had Camille, and he made her write the note. Cameron had made a grave mistake and he knew it. He had assumed Tyler would behave in the same way Cameron himself would. He should have known Tyler wouldn't keep the conflict just among the wolves. Tyler had no honor or morals. Tyler just wanted to win, and he just hit Cameron where it hurt most. Instead of going after him directly, he was going to hurt the ones Cameron loved. 'Oh god, Sarah,' he thought. 'If he knows how I feel about Sarah he might go after her too.' He started making plans. First, he would call Jen and have her go get Trish. Those two would go to Sarah's and see if she was missing. He would go get Beth and bring her here to keep an eye on his mom, while he searched for Camille and Tyler. Cameron started for the phone when the doorbell rang. "Mom, stay here," he said as he headed for the door. He made himself ready for whatever may be on the other side. He opened the door and Allen stood there. Cameron lost his mind. A guttural snarl erupted from his throat, and he was on Allen before he could think. He was unaware, in his rage, he had transformed to half wolf. He grabbed Allen by the front of his jacket and hoisted him into the air. His momentum carried them off the porch and into the yard. Cameron slammed Allen on to the ground hard. Allen's air exploded out of his lungs from the impact. Cameron crouched over him, Teeth barred, with his ears laid back flat. A deep vicious growl rumbled deep in his throat. Saliva dripped off his fangs onto Allen's human face. "Where is she?" He snarled. The words came out slurred as he tried to form the words with his changed mouth. "Tyler has her," he said gasping to get his breath back. "Who else does he have?" Cameron inched his fangs even closer to Allen's face. Allen looked confused, "No one else. Just your sister." "Where are they?" Cameron roared, his enraged voice echoing off the trees. "I don't know," Allen said despondently as though those words had signed his own death sentence. "Tyler took her and John and left. They aren't coming back until her change is complete." "So he bit her?" Cameron asked. His words were coming out clearer as he adjusted to his new mouth. Allen nodded. "Cameron what's-" Sharon stood frozen on the porch. She stared at Cameron, horror painted on her face. She took in his visage, and screamed. She bolted into the house and slammed the door so hard that it bounced back open without the latch engaging. "Mom wait," he called, but her panic has so overwhelmed her that she didn't hear. Cameron hauled Allen up and dragged him into the house. He flung Allen onto the floor. He slid across the hard wood floor, and landed in a crumpled heap. "Don't move," Cameron told him. Sharon was crouching in the corner. Her eyes were open wide in disbelief and terror. He took a step toward his mother to try to calm her. "Stay away from me," she screamed. She tried to scramble away from him but the wall prevented her, her legs just scrabbled and slipped on the floor. Cameron realized he was still in half wolf. He quickly changed back to full human. "Mom, it's me. It's me," he said soothingly. Recognition dawned in Sharon's eyes. "Cameron?" "It's me mom," he said. She stared at him, mascara smeared around her eyes, "You're a, you're a-" "Werewolf," he finished for her. "I need a drink," she said. "Allen," Cameron said, "Get my mom a drink. The bar is over there." He nodded in the direction of the bar. Allen climbed off the floor and limped to the bar. He grabbed a bottle of vodka. He looked for a glass as Cameron helped Sharon off the floor. "Just bring me the bottle," Sharon said. Allen brought her the bottle and she took a long pull on it. She coughed and patted her chest when she swallowed the fiery liquid. "Okay, I'm ready. Tell me how this happened." "Mom, I need to make a phone call, and then I'll tell you everything." He shifted his gaze to Allen, "you gonna run?" "No." Cameron called Jenifer and asked if she could pick up the others and come to his house. He was relieved when she said she could arrange it. With Tyler out of town, he didn't have to worry about protecting Sarah, at least until Camille finished her change. While Cameron waited for the girls to arrive, he filled his mom in on the events of the last five days. He glossed over the parts where he had sex with Sarah, Jen, Beth, and Trish. He told her about Camille's note being a sham, and that Tyler had really kidnapped her. She took it pretty well. "Will this Tyler, hurt her?" she asked. "No mom. He's making her like Allen and me. However, she will have to obey him whether she wants to or not. Remember that if she shows up here," Cameron said. "You can get her away from him though, can't you?" she asked. The realization that to save Camille he would have stick his dick in his own sister, hit him like a physical blow. He wasn't sure if he could do it. "I'll think of something Mom. Don't worry," he said. He exchanged a glance with Allen, and shook his head slightly. He didn't want Allen to mention what getting Camille back would entail. Allen nodded, getting the message. The doorbell rang and Cameron let the girls in. He led them into the living room where Sharon and Allen waited. Trish saw Allen standing there and threw herself into his arms with a cry. He buried his face in her red curls as he wrapped her in his embrace. They stood for a moment bodies pressed together, before Allen looked up at Tyler. "You meant what you said this morning on the commons, didn't' you?" Allen asked Cameron. "I did," Cameron said. "Cameron, what are we doing here?" Jenifer asked and glanced at Sharon meaningfully. "Everyone, this is my mother Sharon," Cameron said. "Mom, this is Jenifer, Beth, Trish, and you already met Allan. My mom knows we are all werewolves so I'm gonna get strait to the point. Tyler has taken my sister and he's turned her." Jenifer gasped, "I'm so sorry Cam." Young Wolves Ch. 05 "What is Allen doing here?" Beth asked. "That is a good question," Cameron said. All the assembled werewolves and one human looked at Allen. Allen removed himself from Trish's embrace, but took one of her hands in his. Trish and Allen stood side by side and faced the group. "Tyler ordered me to capture any of the girls if I got a chance. The order left me a little wiggle room, so I decided to place myself in a situation where I won't get that chance," Allen explained as Trish gazed at him, her love for him written all over her face. "You're a good man Allen," Cameron said, "Sorry about earlier." "Hey, you just discovered we took your sister," Allan said, "Believe me, I understand." "What happened earlier?" Trish asked. "I thought your Alpha here was gonna kill me until his Mom saw us," Allen said. "Cameron, what do you need us to do?" Jenifer asked. "First, I need you girls to stay here tonight," he said. "Is that going to be a problem with your parents?" All three girls shook their heads. "No they are used to us staying with each other." Jenifer said. "Trish and I tell our parents we are staying with Beth. Tyler used to make us do it all the time so we could stay out all night." "My mom doesn't care where I am," Beth said. "She is usually so drunk by now, she wouldn't know I was gone if she did care." Beth looked startled when Sharon laid a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "We didn't know how long you would need us, so we already arranged it," Trish said. "Allen," Cameron said, "will Tyler threaten Jen, Beth, and Trish's families?" "No. He wants the girls back. He won't go after their families," Allan said. "Okay, I need you three to stay here and guard Allan," Cameron said. "Tyler is supposed to be out of town until Camille completes her change, but if for any reason he or John show up here, take my mother's car and run. Mom, I need your cell phone. We'll keep in touch through your cell Jen." "If you're leaving you'll have to tie me up first, Cameron," Allan said. "I still have to follow my orders if I get the chance." "We don't have any rope," Sharon said, "But we have three roles of duct tape in the garage. Will that work?" "I think that will work fine," Cameron said, "Mom will you get the duct tape?" Sharon ran to the garage and returned with the duct tape. "I think the chair I made in shop class last year is the only one we have strong enough to hold Allan if he makes a serious escape attempt. Allen and Trish come with me please." He led them to his bedroom and pulled the steel framed chair he had made into the center of the room. Allen sat and Cameron wrapped tape around Allen's crossed wrists behind the back of the chair. He then taped each of Allen's ankles to the legs of the chair. He used most of the three rolls of tape. He wanted to make sure Allen would be secure despite his enhanced strength. Trish knelt and laid her head on Allen's leg when Cameron finished securing him. "Keep an eye on him Trish. If he tries to escape, call for the others. You guys, I want you to know I'll do my best to get you together as fast as I can." Cameron said as he left to go downstairs. As Cameron descended the stairs, he saw his mother hugging Beth of all people. He was surprised to see tears in Beth's eyes when they separated. 'I wonder what that is all about,' he thought. Beth seemed so tough and Jaded he never expected to see her emotional. Jenifer stood nearby looking slightly unhappy. He dug in his pocket and pulled out his keys as he joined them. Jenifer rushed to him and pulled him into an embrace, "Please be careful." "I will," he said as he kissed the top of her head. Sharon gave the cheerleader an appraising look as Jenifer held her son. "Where are you going, son?" She asked. Cameron gently removed himself from Jenifer's arms. "I think it's time I paid a visit to Tyler's mother." ++++++++++ Cameron spent the drive to the mansion Tyler and his mother lived in, trying to get his thoughts in order. Cameron had started the day with the advantage of surprise. He had Tyler back on his heels, but in the course of a single day, Tyler had seized the initiative and turned the tables. Cameron was in a war now and felt he had to go back on the offensive. It was a gamble going to see Tyler's mother, but it was a risk he felt he had to take. He would not hurt her but Tyler didn't know that. Maybe Tyler would make the same mistake Cameron had, and assume his opponent would act as he would. Would Tyler even care if Cameron had his mother? His thoughts drifted to Sarah. He loved Sarah and his heart ached for her. Somehow, in all this craziness he needed to find time to talk to her. He planned to tell her everything, but he had to get her to talk to him first. Not telling her was not an option. He truly loved her and she needed all the facts before deciding if she wanted a life with him. He was terrified that she would think him a monster. Even if she could accept that he was a werewolf, would she accept how he felt about his female pack members? 'How do I feel about Jen, Beth, and Trish?' He asked himself. Trish was easy. He felt protective of her. More than that, he felt a deep biological imperative to protect and care for her, but felt no real romantic feelings for her. His feelings toward Jen were more complicated. He was definitely having romantic feelings toward Jen. She was beautiful and brave while being vulnerable and tender at the same time. He wanted her love and he couldn't deny it. Where Sarah had taught him what love was, and that he need not be alone, Jenifer had believed in him and shown him what he could be. His feelings for Beth were even more complicated. Sex with Beth was intense and her mouth on his cock was a mind-blowing experience. At first, he just thought of her as a tough girl who liked sex. However, a few things he had seen and heard had him reevaluating. He heard her say that her mom didn't care where she was. He saw surprise in her eyes when she told him that she would please him whenever he wanted, and he saw her guard immediately come back up. He saw her shock at his mother's compassion, and he saw tears in her eyes when he came downstairs. He couldn't remember where he heard it, but someone had once told him that Beth's father had run off when she was little. Now when he looked at her, he saw a girl who hid her vulnerability behind attitude and a sharp tongue. Something deep inside his soul wanted to save her. He wanted to give her the love she never had. He wanted to show her what Sarah and Jen had shown him. He wanted to show her that she could love without danger of abandonment and betrayal. His thoughts were interrupted as the Guinn estate came into view. He parked a block away and approached on foot. All his senses strained for any indication of a trap. He scaled the wrought iron fence that surrounded the estate and made his way across the property. The house was huge with stone pillars running up to an overhanging balcony. The large yard was landscaped and covered with ponds and flowers. Cameron cursed when the yard sprinklers came on and soaked him with water as he tried to sneak across the yard. He jumped away from the sprinkler and crashed into a stone birdbath, toppling it. He cursed again and sprinted for the front door of the sprawling home. Cameron felt like a complete idiot standing in front of the door to a lavish estate dripping wet. 'Not quiet the menacing Alpha wolf I was hoping to look like. More like a wet dog,' he thought. "Fuck it," he said and rang the doorbell. Cameron was unprepared for the woman who opened the door. She was tall, or maybe it was the white high heel shoes she was wearing. Her hair was ash blond with a few strands of grey streaked through it, Medium length and styled perfectly. She was about forty and had a sophisticated attractiveness that only wealthy women seem to achieve. A martini complete with olive was held daintily in her hand. She wore a white silk robe; open in the front with no bra on. The inner curves of her heavy mature breasts were visible. The silk robe covered her nipples, but Cameron could see them pressing against the fabric. Her white lace panties were in plane sight. She looked at him with smoldering green eyes, and turned up one corner of her mouth in an amused half smile. "So," she said in a smoky voice, "You're the mighty Alpha that's terrorizing my son." She laughed and took a drink of her martini. "You look more like a wet puppy to me." 'I knew it.' he thought. "Well, come on in Sugar," she said. A draft caught her robe as she turned and glided deeper into the house. The silky material floated off her sensual form giving Cameron a view of her thong parted ass as she moved away. Her ass, though not as firm as the young girls in his pack, was round and sexy. It curved nicely into her narrow waist. Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch. "Be a doll," she said, "And shut the door behind you." He followed her in, shutting the door behind him. "Do you always answer the door dressed like that?" He asked. She laughed as she turned to face him. "Of course not child. I knew it was you." "How could you know it was me? He asked. "And I'm no child." "Of course you're not dear," she said smiling. "And no one knows that better than my poor birdbath." "Wait, how did you know that?" he asked. "Why, security Cameras Sugar," she said, "My motion detectors picked you up when you came on the property. I watched you through the cameras. Only a werewolf or a vampire can move like that. I figured it must be this young Alpha Cameron Reed that has my darling baby boy so worked up. I wish I hadn't turned the sprinklers on you now. I've had that birdbath for twenty years." Cameron was tired of her patronizing him. "Enough," he said, "Where has Tyler taken my sister?" He demanded. "Well now," she said, "To get me to talk about that, you know what you have to do." She began tracing a line between her breasts with a finger. Realization hit Cameron. "You mean you're part of Tyler's pack?" he asked. "That's right," she said, "Imagine my surprise when my own loving son bent me over and shoved his cock in me." Cameron was speechless. Tyler had raped his own mother. "Do you want me to take you from him?" he asked. "Honey, I can see that you're probably never gonna work for NASA. Why else would I be dressed like this? I knew you would be coming as soon as Tyler told me his plans. Lucky for us, he ain't a rocket scientist either or he would have ordered me not to send our hired security away." "He told his pack that if his father finds out about us he will kill us all," Cameron said. "He figures I know that by now and won't come here out of fear that you will tell his father. Lucky for me I'm not the only one who's making mistakes. Would I have even reached you if you hadn't sent your security away?" "Maybe, if you were an experienced werewolf, but you're still just a pup, Sweetie." "That's what I thought." Cameron said, "If you want I will break his hold on you and then stop. Ill do it because it's the right thing to do, not because you got all dressed up for me." Cameron said. "Sweetie I didn't get all dressed up for you," she said. "I got dressed up for me. I want to make you so hot you will do anything to make me feel good." "I see," he said, feeling a little uneasy. "Mrs. Guinn, I don't have a lot of time. I've got to find my sister." "Honey, you ain't gonna find your sister till Tyler brings her back and that's just a fact you gotta accept. However, I have other information you need if you and your little pack want to make it out of this alive. Now as far as you stopping once you got your Alpha cock in me. It's been ten months since my mate was last here. That's ten months since he could drag himself away from his business deals and his mistresses. That's how long it's been since I've been properly taken by an Alpha. The rape doesn't count. So don't try no poke and run on me. Got it Sugar?" "All right, Mrs. Guinn," he said nervously. He was a little intimidated by the older woman. "Call me Karen; if you would Cameron," she said, "Mrs. Guinn makes me feel old." "You certainly don't look old," Cameron said "Sweetie, you and me, were gonna get along just fine," she said. She took his hand and led him to a winding staircase. Karen led him up to the next floor and guided him to her bedroom. The room was lavish. All the furniture was antique rosewood and her dresser's and tables had granite tops. Crystal light sconces dimly lit the room. The bed was a four-post canopy bed surrounded by white lace and red satin. The comforter was scarlet, covering white satin sheets and pillows, and the headboard was mirrored glass. "So Cameron," she said, "the good news is that rotten son of mine told me to never leave the house or contact anyone, but he never told me not to have sex with anyone. That means you don't have to force me, and I can have you any way I want to." "And the bad news?" He asked. "Oh Sugar, the bad news is I plan on having you any and every way that I want to," she purred as she ran her fingers through his hair. She pulled his lips to hers and lightly brushed them with her own. "I'm gonna show you what real pleasure feels like." Cameron moaned as she brushed his lips with hers. Her red lipstick made her lips feel incredibly smooth as she touched them to his. Her tongue slowly traced the outline of his lips before softly slipping into his warm mouth. Her tongue slowly explored his mouth before drawing his tongue into hers. She sucked softly on his wet tongue then withdrew from the kiss, and pulled his mouth to her neck. He kissed and licked the soft hot skin of her throat. He could smell her dusky perfume as well as the arousal seeping through her panties. "Yes, Honey that's it," Karen moaned at the attention he was giving her neck. He slipped his hands inside her robe, moved them around her, and cupped the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed lightly, and marveled at the softness, and suppleness he found there. "Squeeze harder," she moaned into his mouth. He complied digging his fingers into her hot flesh. "That's it; squeeze hard, just like that." She took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up to his chest. He released his grip on her ass and raised his arms so she could pull his shirt over his head. Her smoldering green eyes drank in his muscled torso. "Very nice," she said. She lightly caressed his chest with her long red fingernails. She pressed her lips to his playfully, and then brought her mouth to his neck. She licked and nibbled his neck softly then moved to his ear. She ran her wet tongue along the outer ridge of his ear and then exhaled her hot breath slowly into it. She felt him shiver with sensation. Karen smiled sucked on his earlobe then went back to licking the hot skin of his neck while running her hands over the defined muscles of his lean stomach. Karen slowly lowered her self to her knees before him, pausing to suck and flick her tongue on first one nipple then the other. She settled on her knees, ran her hands up the back of his legs and squeezed his hard ass through his jeans. She ran her tongue over his rippled stomach, briefly swirling her tongue in his naval. Cameron was in shock. He came here intending to intimidate this woman, albeit reluctantly. Instead, he found himself in this position. When he made love to Sarah, it was passion running away with them. When he had sex with Jen, Beth, and Trish, it was necessity. When Beth gave him a blowjob, it was sudden and he had no time to think. What he was experiencing now was a slow, hot, calculated seduction, and he was powerless to resist it. Karen sat back on her heels and gazed at the bulge in his pants. She slowly caressed his manhood through his jeans. "Let's see what you got here for me, Sugar," she said huskily. She unbuttoned his jeans as she planted little kisses just above his waistline. Karen lowered his zipper slowly, continuing to lick and nibble his stomach. She pulled his jeans down around his knees. Karen grasped the waistband of his underwear and pulled it up and over his hardness. She leaned back and looked at his cock jutting before him at an upward angle. Her eyes seemed to caress his manhood as they swept over every hard inch. "Oh, Sweetie," she said, gaping at the Long thick cock before her, "This is gonna be even more fun than I'd hoped." She slipped off his shoes and socks, and then pulled his jeans and drawers down around his ankles. Karen rubbed his muscled thighs as he stepped out of his Jeans and underwear. He stood before her completely naked. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and squeezed. The pressure made the engorged head darken and swell impressively. Precum leaked slowly out of his tip. She gathered his clear thick fluid onto her finger. She sensually licked her finger then sucked it into her mouth. Her full red lips formed a circle around her finger as she sucked. "Mmmmmm," she said, "You taste good," He could only watch in awe as she returned her attention to his enlarged manhood. Her mouth approached the head of his dick and he closed his eyes in anticipation of those luscious lips on his cock. He was surprised though when she lifted his cock to his belly and licked his heavy balls with her tongue instead. "Oh shit," he grunted as her tongue swirled around on his nut sack. "Yeah, you like that, don't you," she said. She sucked first one ball completely into her mouth then the other, coating them with her saliva. She began slowly sliding her had up and down his shaft as she slurped on his large balls. Without removing her lips from his skin, she slid from his balls to the base of his dick. Karen turned her head to the side so the underside of his hard shaft rested between her full lips. She flicked her tongue on him as she moved her lips up the shaft of his cock. She stopped at the sensitive area where the head of his cock and the shaft met, and flicked her tongue even faster. "Oh Fuck, that feels good," he moaned. "Mmmmmmmm," she hummed sensually, sending vibrations through his cock. "Oh my God," he groaned as the added vibration of her humming induced the first sensations of an approaching orgasm. His legs began to tremble. "Oh shit." Suddenly Karen pulled her mouth away from him, grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed hard. It halted his impending orgasm completely. "What are you doing?" he protested. "Honey, you just trust me," she said, "You tell me every time you feel like you're gonna cum, and when I finally let you its going to be the most amazing orgasm of your entire young life." "Okay," he said, "I think I'm ready for more now." "I'll just bet you do," she laughed. She opened her beautiful lips and took the head of his dick into her hot mouth. She slowly swirled her tongue around his head. She then slid her mouth down his cock until he wedged in the back of her throat. She angled her head to line up his cock with the entrance to her throat, and deep throated the remaining two inches. Her lips nestled into the hair at the base of his cock. "Holy shit, I feel like I'm gonna cum," he shouted. She gagged as she quickly pulled off him, and squeezed his orgasm down once again. His breath was coming in ragged gasps as she stood before him. She smiled a wicked smile and let her silk robe drop to the floor. She now stood before him in nothing but a white thong and high heels. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. These weren't the breasts of a girl; these were the breasts of a woman. They were large and heavy. They didn't sag but sat slightly lower than the younger girls he had been with, and the nipples pointed more strait than up. The areolas were large and seemed to fade into the skin of the breast, and the nipples were tiny in comparison, but stuck out hard and proud. There was just a hint of stretch marks where the top of her breasts flowed into her upper chest. His enhanced eyes could see the web of blue veins just beneath the surface. Young Wolves Ch. 05 "They're beautiful," he said, in awe. "Touch them," she said. Cameron reached out and cupped her breasts in his large hands. She inhaled and lifted her head slightly when he made contact. He squeezed gently and ran his thumbs over her distended nipples. He sank to his knees and took a nipple in his mouth. She pulled away and her nipple popped out of his mouth. "You see these big titties?" She asked. "I want your tongue and lips over every inch of them before you get to my nipples." He was happy to oblige her. He licked, kissed, and sucked her gorgeous tits. When she was ready she grabbed his hair and forced a nipple into his mouth. He worshiped one nipple then the other. "Yes baby, that it," she cooed, "Suck my titties." She let him worship her breasts for a while then pulled him to his feet and led him to her vanity chair. She sat down with him standing before her. She took his glorious young cock into her mouth and suckled on him for a moment. When she had his cock nice and wet she pulled off. "Cameron, do you like my tits?" She asked wickedly. "They are fantastic," he said. "Then Sugar, you're gonna like this," she said. She spread her legs and pulled him by his dick until he was standing between them. Karen leaned forward, grabbed each tit in a hand, and pressed his engorged cock between them. His cock head was visible at the top, but she pressed her tit flesh around the shaft until her tits met, covering his shaft completely. "Now, fuck my tits, slow," she said. He pulled back slightly and then pushed forward. The feel of her soft breasts on his rigid cock as it slid between them was incredible. He began sliding back and forth in a steady rhythm. "Oh Karen," he moaned. Each time the head of his dick came up between her tits she caught it with her lips and gave it a quick suck. "Fuck, I feel like cumming again," he said. She grabbed his dick and squeezed again. She stared up at him from the high backed Victorian chair, and smiled. "Take my panties off me," she commanded. He fell to his knees and pulled the white lace panties slowly down her long legs and over her high heel shoes. She leaned back and spread her legs, completely exposing her pussy to his gaze. "Honey, why don't you come take a closer look, and tell me if you like my pretty pussy," she said as she ran a finger along her moist slit. She began squeezing and playing with her tits as he moved in. Cameron stared in rapture at her pussy. The hair was slightly darker than the blonde locks on her head, and covered her whole mound. She trimmed it short and shaved where it met her legs. The lips of her pink pussy were slightly distended and flowed in waves down the length of her slit, unlike the younger girls whose lips were smooth and strait. He inhaled her fragrance through his enhanced nose. The pungent aroma of her arousal filled him, and if possible, his cock hardened even more. "Karen I definitely like your pussy," he said. "Taste me," Karen said as she pinched her nipples. Cameron leaned forward and licked the moisture off her wet pussy lips. She hissed when his tongue made contact. He lightly ran his tongue around the outside of her pussy lip while caressing her legs with his hand. He wormed his tongue between her lips and opened her pussy with it. He swirled his tongue around her wet hole and then ran it up to her clit. He softly circled her clit adding his own saliva to her already saturated pussy. "Oh yeah, that's it, you're doing just fine, Honey," she moaned. "Now slide a finger in me and feel along the top wall of my pussy until I say stop." He did as instructed. She gasped when his finger slipped in. He turned his hand over and ran his finger along the top of her hot pussy. "Stop right there," she said, "rub that spot while you lick my clit." He could fill little ridges on the roof of her pussy where she told him to stop. Cameron caressed the spot with his finger, and resumed licking her protruding clit. "Oh fuck, that's it, right there," she moaned, "Just like that Cameron." He looked up at her as he ate her pussy. A lock of her hair had fallen into the corner of her slightly open mouth. She sucked in ragged breaths, while she pressed her tits together. Her body began to tremble and her legs started twitching and jerking around his head. He stopped flicking and began sucking on her swollen clit. "Yes, Yes, Yes. I'm gonna cum baby. Don't stop. You're making me cum. Aaaaaaahhhhh!" She cried. Karen's legs clamped onto his head covering his ears and drowning out all sound except for her cries of ecstasy. She arched her back and let out one long moan as her orgasm coursed through her. Finally, she collapsed back into the chair and stared at Cameron with glassy eyes. Cameron released her clit and removed his finger from her pussy as her orgasm waned. He began to lick softly around her lower lips and lap up the juices that flowed out of her entrance. He swirled his tongue lightly until she focused her eyes on him. "Cameron," she said with a smile, "You are a talented young man." She sat there for a minute longer running her fingers through his hair, watching him clean her cum juices from her pussy with his tongue. She gently pushed him away. "Be a doll, and help me take these heels off," she said. He straitened each leg one at a time and removed her shoes. She giggled when he took a moment to lick and suck her toes. After he finished she rose to her feet. She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. She parted the white lace surrounding the bed and guided him down onto his back. She followed and laid her body between his legs. She took his straining manhood in her hand and looked into his eyes as she licked it from top to bottom. She made sure she had him as hard as she could be then crawled up and straddled him. Karen placed the head of his hard cock at the moist entrance of her hungry pussy. Her eyes fluttered and she sucked in her breath as his massive head parted her lips and slipped inside. She moaned as she slowly lowered herself all the way down until she seated his cock fully in her cunt. 'God damn he's big,' she thought, 'Just as big as my mate.' Cameron grunted when his cock slipped into the furnace that was Karen's pussy. Her pussy didn't feel as tight as he expected, but when she started to move on him and work his cock with her inner muscles he knew the younger girls still had some learning to do. He could feel her pussy muscles ripple along the length of his cock as she ground her hips on him. He caressed and squeezed her breasts as she road him. He moaned as she picked up the tempo, sliding up and down his shaft. "You like the way my pussy feels, baby?" she asked. Her breath was coming in gasps. "Your pussy feels wonderful," he moaned watching her breasts bounce and sway above his face. "My pussy loves your fat cock, Cameron," she moaned, "Oh, I'm getting close, I'm gonna cum, don't lose it baby, don't lose it. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Karen threw her head back and arched her spine thrusting her breasts out. Spasms swept over her body and her tits jiggled deliciously with each jerk and twitch. Her orgasm exploded inside her and sent shockwaves through her body like an earthquake. It took all Cameron's will to keep from following her into an orgasm. He watched her face as she came. The look of bliss on her face was so sexy that it threatened to push him over the edge. He looked away struggling to keep control. He reached down and grabbed the base of his cock where it joined to Karen's quivering pussy, and squeezed hard. He barely forced his orgasm down. She collapsed on to him when her orgasm passed. Karen laid her face on his chest and caught her breath. When she had recovered, she rolled over on to her back beside him. "It's your turn now Cameron," she said. "I wanted to go for three orgasms but those two were so powerful I don't think I can stand another one. Come on Sugar. Come here and fill me with your cum." Cameron didn't need to be told twice. He rolled to his knees and she opened her legs to let him between them. He remained kneeling so she raised her hips up to meet his fat cock. He placed his big hands on her waist to help hold her up. He grunted when he rammed his cock all the way home in her wet, hot pussy. He thrust in her hard and fast. He could see her pussy lips gripping his cock as slammed into her. She fluttered the grip of her pussy walls on his thrusting cock. "Cum in me, Sugar. Cum in me. Cum in me," she repeated like a mantra. He felt his orgasm coming from deeper within him than he ever had before. He was unaware that a deep growl was rumbling from deep inside his chest as he raced to orgasm. "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he roared as his cock erupted in her welcoming cunt. His cock shot two massive spurts of come into her pussy. In the throws of his climax, he withdrew too far and missed her pussy when he thrust forward. His cock went above her pussy and fired a huge spurt that landed on her breasts. Karen lurched up and grabbed his cock and guided it into her mouth, but not before another huge rope of cum hit her chin and neck. She finally got her lips around the head and both hands on his shaft. She sucked hard as his cock spewed more hot spunk into her mouth. She worked both hands up and down his shaft twisting them as she stroked. He pulsed into her mouth three or four more times before tapering off to a dribble. She nursed on his softening cock until she was sure she got all of his cum. She leaned back and opened her mouth, showing him the cum he had given her. His eyes widened as she swallowed it all down. "Holy fuck," Cameron said. He breathed hard as he knelt between her legs with his glistening wet cock hanging low. "You said it, Sugar," she said. She laid the rest of the way back. She ran her finger through the cum on her tits, and gathered as much on her finger as she could. He could only gape at her as she put her finger in her wonderful mouth and sucked his cum off. "Now, I believe we have a few things to discuss," she said as her finger gathered up more cum. ++++++++++ Authors note: Wow! You guys and gals had many great comments on chapter four. Please keep them coming. I write it to see if you like it, so please take a moment to let me know. I got a feeling I met get a little hate mail about Sarah this time though. Please don't forget to vote. Young Wolves Ch. 06 Authors note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters are figures of the author's imagination. ++++++++++ After Cameron left to go see Tyler's mother, Beth volunteered to take the outside watch, and warn them if anyone approached the house. With Trish upstairs guarding Allen, Jenifer and Sharon were left alone in the living room. Jenifer felt Sharon's eyes studying her, and shifted her feet nervously. "Why don't you and I have a talk, woman to woman?" Sharon said. "All right, Sharon," Jenifer said. "What is going on between you and my son?" Sharon asked. "I'm in love with him," Jenifer said meeting Sharon's eyes defiantly. "In five days you're in love with him. How is that possible?" she asked with disbelief on her face. Jenifer hesitated; she wanted to explain this right. "It's hard to explain, but I'll try," she said. "The human in me loves his kindness, his tenderness, his strength of character, the way he tries to do what's right, and how handsome he is. As for the wolf in me, it's his scent, his physical strength, the thrill of hunting with him, and something so powerfully masculine it overwhelms my senses. It calls to me like the sky calls to an eagle. It's very difficult to explain. I love him. I love him with everything I am, human and wolf. I know it in my soul." "Does he love you?" Sharon asked. "I don't know. I think so," she said, "I hope so, but if he doesn't love me now then I will earn his love some how. I don't care what it takes." Sharon looked thoughtful for a moment. "And what about Sarah?" She asked. Jenifer sighed. "He loves her. He wants to tell her everything and ask her to join the pack," she said. "He wants us to accept her as a sister." "How do you feel about that?" Sharon asked. "Honestly, not thrilled," Jenifer said, "I don't know her well, but I will accept her for Cameron's sake. Maybe in time I'll love her like a sister, the way I do Beth and Trish." "So it doesn't bother you that Beth is in love with him too?" Sharon asked bluntly. "What?" Jenifer was startled, "Beth doesn't fall in love. She'll use a boy to get something she wants or at least she used to before Tyler. Beth thinks love is for suckers. You're definitely mistaken." Sharon laughed. "Jenifer Honey, you may have powers and feelings that I can't understand, but you're still a young girl," she said. "Have you seen the way her eyes follow him when she thinks no one is watching? Make no mistake Jenifer. Beth loves him whether she will admit it to herself or not. And it's best if you start getting used to it now." Jenifer was shocked. If it was true, and somehow she knew it was, she would have to share his love with two other women. "Then why did you tell Beth she could stay here?" she asked. "I know her mother," Sharon said, "And I'm sure you know what Beth's home life is like. Her mother is an alcoholic and has different men over all the time, or so I've heard. I just offered her a safe place if things got too bad at home." Jenifer nodded; Sharon was basically right about Beth's home situation. "Have you had sex with Cameron?" Sharon asked. Jenifer blushed and nodded. "It's the only way that I know of to transfer control of a female from one Alpha to another." "So all three of you then?" Jenifer just nodded again. "Wait, then that means," the blood drained from Sharon's face, "Camille, Cameron, they-" "I'm afraid so Sharon. Unless we can find another Alpha to take her Cameron will have to. The only other Alpha that I know of is Tyler's father, and according to Tyler his father will kill us all if he finds out we exist." "Do you think he's telling the truth?" Sharon asked. "I just don't know." Jenifer answered. "If Camille has to obey Tyler, what if he told her to kill herself?" Sharon asked. "Won't work. Our survival instinct is the one thing we have that is stronger than our instinct to obey the Alpha." Jenifer said. "Thank God for that at least," Sharon said. "Wait, being a werewolf doesn't have anything to do with the devil does it?" "Not that I know of Sharon," Jenifer said, "werewolves are the same people they were before, good or bad." "Is this bond between you girls and Cameron sort of like marriage?" Sharon asked. "Stronger actually, we can't get divorced. We are with Cam for life, unless a stronger Alpha takes us from him." Jenifer said. Sharon didn't quit know what to make of this girl. She was certainly beautiful, and if she didn't genuinely love Cameron, she deserved an acting award. Jenifer had been surprisingly honest with her and that impressed Sharon. She didn't dissemble or play games the way most high school girls would. It was clear that she willingly put her fate in Cameron's hands. She believed in him without question. What more could a mother want in a woman for her son. "Then maybe I should start thinking of you as a daughter," Sharon said. "I'd really like that," Jenifer said, and lit the room with her smile. ++++++++++ Trish knelt with her head on Allen's leg for a while after Cameron left. She lightly caressed his leg as she enjoyed just being with him. "I've missed you," Allen said. "Oh baby, I've missed you too," she said. "Cameron seems like a good dude," he said. "He's a nice guy, but he's not you," she replied. "Still, you had sex with him," Allen said. "Not the way you think Allen," she said raising her head to look at him. "What other way is there?" he asked. "He broke Tyler's hold on me and then moved on to Beth," she said. "The whole thing lasted three seconds." "He's never made you do anything else?" He asked. "Nope, he pretty much lets us do whatever we want. Unless there is danger like tonight," she said. "Besides, He has Beth and Jenifer taking numbers on who gets to fuck him next. I just want you." "Really?" He asked. "Yep, just you," she said, "In fact with you taped to this chair. I can do anything with you I want." She stood up and straddled his lap. Her soft red curls fell onto his face, as she draped her arms around his neck. "You smell like strawberries," he said smelling her long hair. She smiled. "Remember what you used to call me?" She asked. "Short cake," he said. "I always made sure I smelled like strawberries," she said softly into his ear, "just so you would call me that." She brought her lips to his. Allen's moan was parts anguish and rapture when Trish's soft tongue slipped into his mouth and made contact with his own. He tried to reach for her, forgetting for a second that his hands were bound. She kissed him long and passionately before pulling her mouth off his and offering her throat to his lips. Allen kissed and licked the tender flesh of her neck. He reveled in her sighs as he nibbled her soft flesh. She moved her mouth back to his and kissed him deeply. She sucked on his tongue as if she needed it to stay alive. She finally broke the kiss and pulled her shirt and bra up to the top of her chest, revealing her breasts. She raised up slightly and presented a rose pink nipple to his lips. Allen softly touched his lips to her nipple, barely making contact as he moved his head slightly. He smiled when she moaned in frustration, grabbed his head and forced her nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it voraciously then opened his mouth around the nipple and sucked his breath in. The cool air flowing into his mouth and across her nipple caused it to harden even more. Goosebumps sprang up around the nipple on her areola. When the cool air had her nipples fully stimulated, he sucked the nipple back into his hot mouth coating it with his saliva. She replaced the nipple with its twin and he gave it the same treatment. "Oh Allen, that feels so good," she moaned. Allen's cock was rock hard and caught between his underwear and his leg. It bent downward painfully. Bound as he was he couldn't adjust himself. He tried shifting his hips to relieve the pressure but it didn't help. "Trish," he said, letting a nipple go. "Yes baby?" "I need help, my dick is stuck and it hurts," he said grimacing. "Oh poor baby," she said as she swung off him. She knelt in front of him and unsnapped his jeans. She pulled down his zipper and dug her hand into his underwear. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of his hard cock and maneuvered it into the open. "That's better," he sighed in relief. "You want mommy to kiss it and make it better," Trish teased. She didn't wait for an answer; instead, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and gently drew her lips back over the head as she sucked lightly. She lifted his cock up and lavished the underside with her wet tongue, before taking him back into her mouth and slowly gliding up and down. "Oh God Trish, that feels so good," She worked him with her mouth for a few more minutes then stood and removed her panties. She lifted her skirt, exposing the fiery red hair above her pussy, onto her hips and swung her leg over him. She took his straining dick in her hand to steady it and lowered her pussy until his engorged cock head pushed past her warm pussy lips and wedged in her tight, wet entrance. "Oh Yeeeesssssssss," she breathed out as she slowly lowered her self one inch at a time onto his throbbing, hard cock. She felt the large head expand her entrance. She loved the pressure in her pussy as it spread to welcome his intruding manhood. And she loved the way the stress in her pussy suddenly released as the inflamed head breached her tender entrance and surged deep within her. "Aaaaaaaah," Allen sighed as Trish's stretched pussy descended on his eager cock. With his wonderful cock fully enveloped in her hot pussy, Trish sat without moving. It had been so long since Allen had been inside her she just wanted to experience the delight that only his cock could give her. He was smaller than Cameron was but his size and shape matched her pussy perfectly. She thought Cameron was too big. Allan's cock was about the same size as Tyler's was, but where Tyler's cock was strait, Allen's had an upward curve that put delicious pressure on her upper pussy wall when he made love to her. "Aaaah, Trish it's been so long, it feels so good inside you," Allan moaned as she slowly began sliding up and down on his hard shaft. Their soft moans, grunts, and sighs of pleasure filled the room as Trish made love to Allan. They had lived for months without each other and now that their bodies were reunited, the pleasure was more than they could stand. In a matter of moments, their pent up passions had them both rushing toward climax. "Oh God Trish you feel so good I can't hold out much longer," he moaned. "Yes, Oh yes Allen, cum in me. I want your cum in me so bad baby. Please fill me with your cum," she cried. "Oh Trish, Trish, Trish, I'm cuming, I'm cuuuuuuming!" he cried. "Oh Allan, I'm cuming with you baby." she moaned When Trish felt Allen's cock expand and then unleash a flood of cum deep inside her gripping pussy, her own climax washed over her. Their eyes locked as their orgasms peaked together, and they made no more sounds only gazed into each other as their pleasure crashed through them. ++++++++++ Beth had climbed onto a shed that sat to the side of Cameron's house. It was a good spot to watch the road, and the breeze eddied and swirled sending her scents from all directions. She was mad at her self for showing emotion when Cameron's mom hugged her after offering her a place to stay if things got bad at home. The fact that Cameron might have seen it made it worse. Since when did she care what anyone thought? 'Damn it, I'm thinking about Cameron again,' she thought, 'Stop it.' Cameron was becoming a constant source of irritation to her. He was either standing around looking so damn desirable or he was running off by himself into danger. He didn't even ask her if she wanted to come along to watch his back, the damn fool. 'God damn it Cameron get out of my fucking head,' Boys had always made fools out of themselves trying to get close to her. They would practically do or say anything for a glimpse of her big tits. They gave her what she wanted, at least until she was turned. Now she couldn't even look at Cameron's brown hair without wanting to straighten it. She couldn't look into his eyes without her heart beating faster in her chest. She couldn't watch his muscled body as he moved without her pussy growing moist. Now that she had Cameron, no one else was ever going to see her tits again that was for damn sure. 'Fuck!' From her perch, she could also see in Cameron's bedroom window, so she could keep an eye on Allan as well. She looked away when Trish and Allan started making love. A little while later, she glanced back. They seemed to be finished now, but Trish still sat in his lap with her head on his shoulder. She turned away and stared into the darkness wondering if Cameron was all right. ++++++++++ Cameron dressed while Karen watched him, lazily cleaning her self of his cum with her finger and then sucking it into her mouth. When he finished he picked up her robe and panties and tossed them to her. She climbed off the bed, pulled on her panties, slipped on the silk robe, and sat in the chair where he had licked her pussy. She looked up at Cameron waiting for him to speak. "You said there were things I needed to know?" Cameron asked. "Sugar, it would help if I knew how much you already know about our kind," she said. Cameron told her everything Tyler had told Jenifer, and she had passed on to him. When he finished, Karen took a moment to get her thoughts in order. "Most of that's right. Some of it's not," she said. "My mate might have you all killed, and he might not." "Please explain," he said. "Tyler is the one that has broken our laws; not you. He started an illegal pack. We strictly regulate our numbers so the human population does not discover us. If that were to happen, they would kill us as they have in the past. Samuel may have you all killed to restore that population limit, or he may call a vote of the Alpha Council to decide if the limit can be expanded." "Samuel is Tyler's father?" He asked. "Yes and also the Governor of the Alpha Council," she said. "What are the chances he will call for a vote?" he asked. "Not good. It is Samuel's son that is breaking the laws that he helped make, and is supposed to enforce," she said. "That would be very embarrassing. Politically, the best thing for him to do would be to kill you all, and make this whole thing go away as fast as possible." "Exactly what is this Alpha Council?" He asked. "There are three werewolf territories within the united states. Eastern, Western, and ours is the Central territory," she explained. "Each Territory governs itself how it sees fit. In our Territory, there are twelve Alpha leaders and their packs. Each pack can have no more that thirty werewolves including its Alpha leader and any young Alphas. Each Alpha leader has a seat on the Alpha Council. They elect a Governor to lead them, and they make the laws that we live by." "They don't fight to see who the leader is?" Cameron asked. "It used to be done that way. If it still were, more than half the Alphas on the council would be replaced by the younger Alphas in their packs," she said. "Perhaps even Samuel, but I doubt he's so old that Tyler could defeat him, but it's possible. We learned a long time ago that younger leaders usually resulted in disaster, so now we vote like civilized people. The way we do things now has brought us wealth and prosperity." "Do any of the other Alpha leaders treat their packs like Tyler does?" he asked. "It happens from time to time. The other Alpha leaders take care of it when it happens." "What happens if a young Alpha decides to take over his pack?" he asked. "The other council members come to the Alpha leader's aid, or destroy the young Alpha if it's too late to help the old," she said. "Which brings me to the information that could save you. Tyler is planning to murder his father." Cameron was shocked. Tyler had raped his own mother, and now wanted to murder his father. "Won't that just bring the other Alpha leader down on him?" Cameron asked. "I didn't say challenge him. I said murder him. He is going to murder his father and eventually all the other Alpha leaders in the central territory," she said. "How does he hope to accomplish this?" he asked. "With help, of course," she said, "He plans on giving vampires free access to the central territory if they help him secure total leadership." "Vampires! I thought vampires didn't exist," he said incredulously. "Sweetie, I bet you used to think werewolves didn't exist too," Karen said. "We drove vampires out of the united states a hundred years ago. Mexico, central and south America are their territories now, but they have wanted in the states for years. We kill any that try. "Vampires are not like us. We live and love, have passion, and compassion. We are alive, but vampires are death walking, cold and deadly as vipers. They feel nothing except their thirst for blood. They are the enemy of all living things." "No offence Karen," Cameron said, "Do you expect me to believe that Tyler came up with this plan?" "Honey, do I look stupid to you?" She asked. "I'm certain it's the vampires plan. Tyler is just the power hungry dupe they found to carry it out." She looked pained and tears formed in her eyes. "He was my darling little boy once. I don't know what happened to him. I tried to be a good mother. Maybe if his father had been around more." She shook her head as she got control of herself. "Whatever the case, my little boy is gone and only a monster remains." "Why don't you and Tyler live with Samuel?" Tyler asked. "Oh, the usual reasons couples don't work out," she said, her tears threatening to spill again. "We mated and had Tyler but we didn't get along anywhere but the bedroom. You know there is no divorce among werewolves so it was easier on us both if I came here. He still comes once a year, and for a week or so our passion blooms and then he goes back before we start fighting." She stared blankly and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm Sorry, Karen," Cameron said. "Oh, It's not your fault, Sugar." she said ignoring the tear. "How did you find out about all this?" he asked. "Tyler never told me I couldn't listen to his phone conversations," she said. "Now that you're free of Tyler are you going to call your mate and tell him about this?" He asked. "You're my Alpha now, I guess that's up to you," she said. "Karen, fifteen minutes ago this was between me and Tyler, and I was just trying to get my sister back," he said. "This whole thing just got a whole lot bigger. I need a minute to think." "Take your time, Honey," she said. Cameron paced the room for several minutes. Karen watched him silently. If only her own son had turned out like this young man. She watched his earnest face as he came to a decision. "Karen when is Samuel Coming for his next visit?" he asked. "In about two months," she answered. "My guess is that's when they will strike," he said, "That gives us some time for me to free my sister, Allan, and John. We will tell Samuel about this plot long before then so don't worry. I hope that he will be grateful enough to call a vote on our survival. But know this, if he decides to kill me and my pack I will fight." She nodded her head in acceptance, and their discussion continued. They decided that she would be safe staying home as a spy since Tyler never used her sexually except for the one time when he joined her to his pack. If she learned anything useful, she would call Cameron on his mother's cell phone. Finally, Cameron said he had to get back home and headed for her bedroom door. Young Wolves Ch. 06 "Oh Cameron," she said, "One thing puzzles me. Who was the pure born that turned you?" "Oh she wasn't pure born. It was Jenifer; one of the girls Tyler turned." he said as he left the room. He left before he could see the blood drain from Karen's face. She sat there, heart racing, hoping that it wasn't true. Finally, she stood and went to her closet. She wrestled an old trunk out and opened it. She rummaged inside until she found what she was looking for. She handled the old leather bound book with reverence as she carried it to her reading desk. All the old pure born families had a copy passed down through the generations. The Book of the Wolf began as oral stories, myths, and prophecies until some werewolf wrote them all down, sometime in the middle ages. The oral traditions were gone but the book remained. She took a deep steadying breath and opened the book. She flipped through the pages until she found the prophecy she was looking for. The original was written in Latin, but the translation was scribbled in the margin. Her hands trembled as she read. 'And it shall come to pass that he will be born of impurity, and as sure as the sun follows the moon, destruction or salvation will follow in his path for he shall be the Alpha of Alphas.' She closed the book and looked at the door through which Cameron had gone. "Which will you be Cameron, the savior, or the destroyer?" She asked softly. ++++++++++ Authors note: When I wrote the first few chapters of Young Wolves I never worried about things like word count. I just wrote. Then I started agonizing over chapter length. I worried that chapter four was too short. I worried that chapter five was too long. Now I have decided the hell with it. The story will get where it is going, and I am just going to end the chapters when it feels right. Any way let me know how you like or dislike the chapter. I really appreciate the wonderful comments about the series so far, and please don't forget to vote. Young Wolves Ch. 07 Authors note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters are figures of the author's imagination. ++++++++++ "There's a car coming," Beth said, popping her head in the front door. Jenifer called up to Trish while Sharon got her car keys. The women ran to Sharon's car preparing to run if it was Tyler or John. They relaxed when they recognized Cameron's Impala coming down the road. "Hey guys," Cameron said wearily when he got out of his car. Jenifer took his hand in hers as they walked back into the house. "What did you learn?" Sharon asked. Cameron told them what he had learned from Karen. He told them about Tyler's rape of his mother and that he had freed Karen. He made it seem as though he did it as he had with Trish. Cameron was not a person who lied, under normal circumstances, but these last five days were not normal circumstances. The sex with Karen, though spectacular, was a one-time thing. It was necessary to get the information, but he didn't want any one to know Tyler's mother had seduced him. He felt a little ashamed by the whole affair. He was starting to have reel feelings toward Jenifer and Beth, and he knew he loved Sarah. He made a promise to himself, no more sex except for those three girls. He didn't want to hurt the girls he actually cared about, and things were getting out of control. "First werewolves and now vampires," Sharon said. "Can things get any worse?" "Mom, I'll figure something out," Cameron said. "You need to try and get some sleep. It's getting late and you have to work tomorrow." "I can't go to work tomorrow with all this going on," Sharon said. "Mom if Tyler causes you to lose your job then he is winning," Cameron said. "There is nothing we can do for Camille until Tyler brings her back. The rest of you need to go to school tomorrow too. I will stay here and keep an eye on Allan. Mom I need you to call the school tomorrow and tell them that me and Camille are both sick." "All right son," Sharon said. "All of you go straight there, no stops, stay among people, and go nowhere alone," he said. "I'm fairly sure that Tyler and John won't come back until Thursday, at least, but I don't want to take chances." "Yes Cameron," The girls said in unison while Sharon just nodded. "I've had a long day I'm going to take a quick shower," Cameron said Sharon went to bed and the girls, who needed much less sleep, waited on Cameron. "Who wants to take first watch with me?" Cameron asked when he retuned from his shower. He had changed into his sweats. "I will," Jenifer said before anyone else could speak. "All right. Trish, Beth, we will wake you up for a turn in a few hours." Cameron and Jenifer headed for the front porch while the others went to get some sleep. They made a sweep around the house checking for scent or any sign of Tyler or John, but found nothing. They sat across from each other on the picnic table in Cameron's front yard. "Jenifer," Cameron said. "Yes Cameron?" she asked. "I'm scared," he said, "I don't know what to do and I'm afraid I'm going to get you all killed." She got up and moved to his side. "It's gonna be all right, baby," she said taking him into her arms. "You're doing the best you can. I believe in you Cameron, and I'm with you, no matter what happens." He laid his head on her breast and let her comfort him. She held him and tried to convey all the love and confidence she had for him through her arms. "I love you Cameron," she whispered to him. He raised his head and looked at her, "Jenifer I-" "No, it's okay," she said quickly cutting him off, "I know you don't love me. Not like you do Sarah." Tears welled in her eyes. "You're right," he said, "I don't love you like I do Sarah." Her tears spilled and ran down her cheeks. "But your wrong about one thing," he said kissing her tears away. "I do love you." "What?" she said, not daring to believe. "Oh Jenifer," he said as he brushed a strand of her silky black hair out of her face. "I love you. I think I have since the first night we were together. I love you for who you are. Never compare yourself to anyone else. I love you and I can't imagine a life were I can't kiss you, or hold you, or make love to you." Joy burst inside Jenifer like the rising of the sun. He loved her, and he wanted her. She pressed her lips to his and he melted into her kiss. The feel of his tongue softly stirring in her mouth transcended mere physical sensation. "Jenifer," he said as he gently broke the kiss. "I don't want to hurt you, but I think I have feelings for Beth too." "I know," she said, "It's okay. I will share you with Beth and Sarah. I love you and you love me too. That's what matters to me." "Jenifer you are the most amazing girl I have ever known," he said. She smiled joyously. Jenifer stood and took him by the hand. She turned, led him to his car, and stopped in front of it. He looked at her questioningly, until she covered his mouth with hers. He slipped his arms around her and her kiss became more passionate. She molded her body to his and his cock hardened as she pressed against it. She slid her hand between them and rubbed his hardness through his sweat pants. "Jenifer, what if somebody drives by?" he asked. "Cam, it's 3:00 in the morning, pitch black out here, and your driveway is a hundred yards long," she said as she continued to softly fondle his hard rod through his sweats. "No one is going to see us." She pressed her lips to his and silenced any further protests. Cameron moaned into her kiss, brought his hands up, and caressed her breasts through her shirt. "That feels so good Cam, I love your hands on me," she whispered. "I love touching you Jen," he said. He slid his hand around her and lifted her skirt so he could rub her panty-clad ass. He kneaded her firm cheeks with his fingers then worked his hands into her panties and massaged the warm flesh of her luscious ass with his bare hands. After a few moments, he withdrew his hands and clasped the bottom of her shirt. He lifted her shirt up to her armpits revealing the black sports bra she wore in lieu of a regular bra. Cameron could feel her hard nipples as he caressed her breasts through the spandex like material. He hooked his thumbs under the fabric and lifted the sports bra to just under her arms, revealing her shapely young breasts. He brought his hands back to her wonderful breasts and cupped them in his hands. He loved the weight of them in his hands He gently lifted and softly squeezed them. He leaned back against the hood of the car bringing his mouth to the same level as her breasts. He pulled her to him bringing a dark rose nipple within an inch of his lips. Instead of taking the nipple into his mouth, he lifted the breast and licked the underside. Then he sucked on the warm flesh before licking around to the side. He repeated this treatment all over, avoiding her nipple, before giving the same attention to her other breast. "Cam, that feels incredible," she moaned as he squeezed, sucked, and licked the tender skin of her tits. He might not have been proud of what happened with Karen, but he was definitely going to use what he learned from her. Whenever his lips and tongue got close to one of Jenifer's nipples she began desperately trying to move her chest to get them into his mouth, but he moved away and continued to tease her. Jenifer's breasts had never felt so stimulated. Cameron's tongue on her soft flesh drove her crazy. Her nipples were on fire with the need to be kissed and sucked. Finally, she couldn't take it any more. She grabbed a fist full of Cameron's hair and forced his mouth on to her hard nipple. "Oh, God," she gasped when his wet mouth closed over her sensitive nipple. "Cam that feels so damn good." He coated her nipple and areola with Saliva then gently blew on it. His breath on her wet breast sent chills through her causing goose bumps to rise around her hard bud. He felt her shiver then he flicked and swirled his tongue around first one nipple and then the other. He loved the way she sucked her breath in with pleasure each time he changed what he was doing to her breasts. Her nipple came out of his mouth with a plop as she lowered herself in front of him, her knees sticking out to the side of his legs as she squatted on her heels. She pulled his sweats and drawers down below his knees, freeing his massively erect cock. "Damn, your dick is gorgeous," she said as her eyes explored every swollen inch. She gripped his shaft just behind the head and lightly squeezed. The head expanded and clear precum oozed out of the tip. She rubbed the precum all over the head of his dick while firmly squeezing and releasing his shaft. "Shit," Cameron said when she ran her tongue from the base of his cock up the bottom of the shaft, and swirled it around his head. He was amazed at how hard his cock was. Beth had given him a blowjob Tuesday morning, and he had slept with Karen Tuesday night. It was technically Wednesday now and he was about to be with Jenifer. All three encounters were within the last twenty hours. He figured it must the wolf in him that allowed him to recover so fast. His thoughts were interrupted when Jenifer took his cock in her mouth and slid her lips half way down his length. He sucked in a harsh breath when she sucked hard and pulled her lips back to the base of the head. She paused there and flicked her tongue on his most sensitive spot. She lifted her hand to his balls and tickled them with her fingernails while she worked him with her tongue. "You do that so good, baby," he moaned. Jenifer smiled at his pleasure and continued to work his cock. She liked the heat of his thick manhood in her mouth. She absolutely loved giving him pleasure, but her squatting position was starting to make her legs ache so she reluctantly let his meat slip from her mouth. She stood and drew him into a passionate kiss. He spun her around, lifted her into the air, and set her down on the hood of his car. Cameron ran his hands under her skirt and pulled her panties down. They caught briefly on her shoe as he removed them. He handed them to her when he realized he had no place to put them except for the ground. She tossed them over her shoulder and on to his windshield. They slid down and caught on one of the windshield wipers. Cameron pushed her skirt up until it bunched above her hips. He pushed her knees open, and she put her feet on the bumper to keep them spread. He paused to admire her splayed before him. She sat there her perfect pussy exposed to the night air and her glorious tits sticking out beneath her raised shirt. Her silky black hair hung behind her as she stared at him, waiting. "God, you're beautiful," he said, "I never dreamed I would have a girl as beautiful as you." "I'm yours Cameron," she said with a brilliant smile. "I'm all yours." He dropped to his knees between her legs. He moved down the inside of her thighs, kissing and licking as he went. He first teased one inner thigh and then the other before he came to her wet pussy. He inhaled deep and took the fragrance of her sex into him. Cameron licked between her distended rose-colored pussy lips and her leg. He slid his tongue around her enflamed pussy making sure not to touch it. He smiled when she wiggled her hips, trying to find his mouth with her cunt. He relented and ran his tongue along her dripping slit. She sighed when his tongue made contact with her outer lips. He gently sucked her lips into his mouth one at a time. Her body shivered with pleasure as he rolled his tongue around the soft folds of her juicy pussy. "You're pussy tastes so good Jen," he said. He covered her whole pussy from just below her clit to the bottom of her entrance with his mouth and kissed it like a slow French kiss. She moaned in ecstasy and absently ran her fingers through his hair as he feasted on her. Jenifer gasped when he moved his tongue to her clit. She couldn't control the trembling in her legs as he began to run his tongue more forcefully over her swollen nub. "Oh Cam, you lick my pussy so good," she moaned. When he sensed her getting close, he slipped a finger into her hot pussy and felt for the spot Karen had shown him. He knew he found it when Jenifer's moans increased in volume and intensity. He rubbed the spot on the upper wall of her pussy while continuing to lick her clit. Her hips bucked, her hands grabbed his hair, and she pulled his mouth hard into her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth and attacked it with his tongue. "Aaaaahhh, that's so good. So good, Oh God, you lick my pussy so gooooood. You're gonna make me cum baby. I'm gonna cum. Oh God, I'm cumming Cameron. I'm, I'm, I'm cuuuuummmming!" Her body thrashed as her orgasm hit her. She threw her head back, and then forward. Her long hair whipped around her head as she convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Cameron tried to stay with her pussy through her orgasm but she bucked so violently that he lost it. He reclaimed her pussy with his mouth as fast as he could and gently nestled his tongue in her wet folds as her orgasm ended. "Oh my God, that was good," she said panting heavily. Cameron stumbled, forgetting his sweats were around his knees, as he climbed to his feet. Jenifer grabbed his cock and guided it to her pussy. She leaned forward and watched him push into her. They both moaned as he slid all the way into her depths. "Shit Cameron, I feel so full when your in me," she moaned as her velvet pussy walls squeezed his thick cock. "Jenifer I love being inside you," Cameron said as he began slowly sliding his length in and out of her. "Look at it Cam," she breathed, "Look at your big dick in my pussy." Cameron watched his cock disappearing in her tight, wet pussy. He could see her wet lips extend outward as though reluctant to let him go as he pulled his cock back, and he could see them move inward as though guiding his manhood into her when he thrust forward. "It's only for you Cameron," she gasped. "My pussy is only for you, no one else, just you." "Oh God, I love you Jen," he moaned as he increased his pace. "I love you too, baby," she said huskily, "I love you so much." Jenifer's pussy squeezed his cock wonderfully as he made love to her. She may not have had the experience that Karen had but the love he felt for her made their love making so much better. It felt so good being inside her he worried that he wouldn't be able to hold out long enough to make her cum again before he did. Cameron's giant cock stretched her tight pussy to its limit. Jenifer had never felt this wonderful in her life. The man she loved was satisfying her so completely she thought she might cry from the pleasure. She felt another orgasm coming, and she knew it was going to be big. It hurtled towards her, unstoppable, inescapable, inevitable. When the wave of pleasure broke in her she tried to cry Cameron's name, but her brain was so overwhelmed the words that came out of her mouth were unrecognizable. Cameron watched her as the heights of her orgasm tore through her. She cried out something he couldn't make out. She arched her back until her head almost hit the hood of the car, her long black hair fanned out behind her, and her glorious breasts pointed toward the night sky. Her hands shot out away from her and scrabbled on the hood as though looking for something to grab. He could feel the convulsions in her wonderful pussy as it clinched his cock repeatedly. He continued spearing her hot depths with a steady rhythm throughout her orgasm. When her senses returned she looked into his eyes, brilliant blue into deep brown. "I want your cum, Cameron," she said throatily, "I want your cum deep inside me." Something about the way she said those words to him combined with the look of total love in her eyes pushed him over the edge. "I'm gonna cum in you Jen," he moaned. "Oh Yes, baby," she moaned, "give me your cum." What he felt when he came in Jenifer was a detonation of pleasure like he had never felt before. He cried out as he emptied himself into her welcoming depths. His cock jetted blasts of hot cum deep inside her. "Yes Cam, give it all to me," she cried when she felt his cum erupt into her welcoming pussy. "I want all your cum, baby." He collapsed down on to her and she wrapped her legs around his back. She squeezed with her pussy and her legs as the last of his cum pulsed into her. They lay there half on the hood of his car, bodies joined, basking in the pleasure they had shared. "Cameron?" "Yeah Jen?" "Will you do that to me for the rest of my life?" She asked. "God help anyone who tries to stop me," he said, breathing hard. She smiled. "Good, now pull up your pants. We are supposed to be watching for bad guys." "Hey, this was your idea," he said as he withdrew from her and pulled his pants up. "I didn't hear you complaining," she laughed. "Oh shit Cam, you got any napkins in your car?" Cameron's cum leaked copiously out of her pussy and onto the hood of his car. "Hold on," he said. Then, "Oh fuck!" He walked oddly as though something was wrong with him to his passenger door. He opened the car door, grabbed some napkins from the glove box, and capered back to her Jenifer gaped at him in astonishment. He shoved the napkins at her, hopped around, and started digging in his crotch. "What's the matter with you?" she asked in bewilderment. "When I was on my knees a bunch of leaves and shit got in my sweats. Now they're all stuck to my balls. It itches like hell." "Oh Cameron," she laughed hysterically, "Your such a dork, but I love you anyway." "Gee thanks," he said while he peeled leaves off his balls, and she clutched her side laughing. ++++++++++ Cameron waved as Jenifer's car, loaded with the three cheerleaders, turned out of his driveway and onto the road headed for school. His mother had left for work a while ago, and that left him and Allan in the house. He went to the garage and rummaged around until he found a box cutter then went upstairs to his room. "Thanks Cameron," Allen said, rubbing his wrists when Cameron cut him free of the chair. "That sucked." "I know," Cameron said, "I'll figure something else out for tonight. Just don't run. I really don't feel like chasing you." "I won't," Allen said, "Man I really gotta go to the bathroom," "The bathroom is down the hall. You can't miss it," Cameron said. "When you're done meet me in the kitchen, I'll find us something to eat." After a breakfast that consisted of cereal and toast, the two boys settled in the living room. They tried to watch some television, but soap operas and talk shows were not their thing. They decided to play a video game so went up to Cameron's room. They were just getting into killing aliens on a giant ring in space when a cell phone started ringing. "That's mine," Allan said, fishing the phone out of his front jean pocket. He looked at the screen. "It's Tyler." "Let me answer it," Cameron said. Cameron took the phone when Allan offered it. He pushed talk and put the phone to his ear. "Hey fuck face," he said. There was a moment of silence and then, "I guess you caught Allan." "I did," Cameron said, "Now why don't you bring me my sister and let's settle this like Alphas, or are you going to hide like a coward." "Reed, if you had just challenged me this would have been settled by now, but you had to fuck with me in front of half the school. Now, I have fucked with you," Tyler said. "Did you think I was scared of you? I mean you're a pipsqueak compared to me. I don't give you much of a chance." "We'll see," Cameron said. "Your right, we will," Tyler said. "Friday at midnight bring your pack and meet me at my den. I want all the girls there so I can fuck them after I've beat the shit out of you." Young Wolves Ch. 07 "Why wait? Let's do it tonight," Cameron said gritting his teeth. "Nah, your sister is suffering the change sickness today, and I want all day tomorrow to break in her tight little pussy." "Tyler you are nothing but a piece of shit rapist," Cameron raged. "Temper, temper," Tyler laughed, "You don't like it when the shoe is on the other foot do you?" Cameron knew their was nothing he could do for Camille until he could get his hands on Tyler. Today was Wednesday so if he agreed, she would only have to suffer Tyler Thursday and Friday. If he didn't agree, Tyler could stay away and abuse his sister for a much longer time. He chose the lesser of two evils. "All right Tyler, Friday. You and John had better stay gone until then because if I see you, I don't care were it is, it is on right then and there." "Deal," he said, "We'll stay gone until midnight Friday if you stay away from my house. I called my mom and she said you tried to break in, but security ran you off." "I'll agree to that," Cameron said, "If you will tell Allan on speaker phone not to try to take or harm any member of my pack, Sarah Clarke or my mother." "Fine. Though why you think I'd want a chick like Sarah Clarke is beyond me. Allen can tell you were the den is." Cameron put the cell on speaker. "I'm here Tyler," Allan said. "Allan," Tyler said, "You worthless fuck. Be at the den Friday at midnight. Until then don't interfere with anyone Cameron says and-" Tyler's voice cut off as Cameron terminated the call. "I'll just hang on to your phone in case he tries to call you and change his instructions," Cameron said. "Okay," Allan said. "You're free to go, Allan. Just don't harm or kidnap any member of my pack, my mother, or Sarah." "I don't really want to go. Can I hang out with you guys?" Allan asked. ++++++++++ Jenifer had study hall for fifth period. Study hall was for seniors who didn't need to take a full day of courses to graduate. It was a free hour to study what ever you wanted. It was unsupervised by a full time teacher, but the vice principal occasionally strolled through the student center where it was held. The student center wasn't really a classroom. It was a large open area were the school hallways converged in the center of the school building. There were ten long tables spread throughout the area. Jenifer was one of five seniors seated at the tables. At another table, as far from everyone else as she could be, sat Sarah Clarke. Jenifer and Cameron had discussed Sarah after he had recovered from his hilarious leaves in his pants episode. He had told her about his love for Sarah. He told her about their fight and that Sarah wouldn't talk to him. Jenifer should have been happy to see their relationship end, but she wasn't. She loved Cameron and he loved her, but he wouldn't truly be happy unless he had Sara too. Jenifer's eyes studied her intently. At first glance, Sarah wasn't much to look at. Her medium length dark hair stuck out of a black stocking cap and curled up at the ends. She wore a gray long sleeve tee shirt that looked a size too big with the words "Be a rebel, divide by zero." blazoned on the front. Her faded Jeans had holes in the knees and the laces of her well-worn tennis shoes were undone. Sarah's threadbare appearance must be a matter of choice. Jenifer knew Sarah's father was a pharmacist and they had the money for her to dress stylish if she chose. Jenifer noted that she wore no make up except for some dark eye shadow. Jenifer took considerably more than a first glance at Sarah. She noted that Sara's face would be quite pretty with the right makeup, and her dark hair would be gorgeous if styled right. When Sarah reached for a book, her tee shirt stretched tight and Jenifer saw her breasts outlined for a moment, and noted that they looked quite good. She also checked out the shape of Sarah's ass and legs when Sarah went to the water fountain for a drink. Yes, there was definitely more to Sarah Clarke than a first glance could tell you. Jenifer also noticed that Sarah looked miserable, and she avoided looking anywhere near were Jenifer sat. She was obviously missing Cameron, and Cameron was hurting without her too. Someone needed to do something to fix the situation. 'The shit I do for love,' Jenifer thought as she got up and headed to the table where Sarah sat. Sarah looked astonished then angry when Jenifer pulled out a chair and sat directly across the table from her. She promptly pretended to be engrossed with her English book and ignored Jenifer. "He loves you, you know," Jenifer said, "I wish he didn't, but he does." Sarah opened and closed her mouth a few times as though wanting to speak but was unable to form the words. "You should call him or go see him," Jenifer said," But if you don't want him I'll be glad to keep him for my self." "You fucking slut," Sarah found her voice, "You steal my boyfriend then have the nerve to play games with me. Get away from me before I punch you in your stupid fucking cheerleader face." "I didn't steal your boyfriend, Sarah," she said. "Cameron helped me and my friends out of a terrible situation, and if you give me a chance to explain-" "What terrible situation? Let me guess. You couldn't decide whether to wear your cute white shoes or your divine black ones, and Cameron saved the day by making the tuff decision for you." Sarah interrupted. "I saw you looking at him Monday after you got out of his car; tell me to my face that you don't love him." "I can't do that Sarah," she said. "I do love him. That is part of what I need to explain to you." "You're such a fucking whore, you don't even know my Cameron," Sarah said. "You can't know him like I do. You're just playing with him like all you stupid, popular, pretty bitches play with guys, and when you're tired of him you'll throw him away like garbage. Well guess what sister. It ain't happening. You leave him alone or somehow, someway, I'm gonna fuck your life up." "Will you please stop calling me names and listen to what I have to say?" she asked. "Why should I?" Sarah asked. "Because things are more complicated than you can possibly imagine," she said, "And Cameron only helped us because he is the kind, caring, brave guy that you fell in love with. He helped us because he said you were a good person and wouldn't want us to be in the situation that we were in. He loves you Sarah so please let me explain." "What kind of trouble were you in?" Sarah asked. Jenifer's words had jolted her and for the moment, curiosity suppressed her anger. "This isn't the place to talk about this," she said, "Lets ditch sixth and seventh period, and I'll explain everything." "Where do you want to go?" Sarah asked. "My house, or yours if you prefer," she said. "Fine, your house, but we take my car," Sarah said. She didn't want to go to her house on the off chance that Rick showed up. She would look stupid, after calling Jenifer a slut and a whore, if her mistake with Rick became known. "All right, I just gotta give my keys to Trish then I'll meet you in the parking lot." Jenifer caught Trish in the hallway and gave her the car keys. She hastily explained where she was going, and told Trish she would text her and let her know were and when to pick her up. She hoped this turned out all right. If it didn't would Cameron ever forgive her? Jenifer and Sarah hardly spoke on the drive to Jenifer's house. The silence was only broken when Jenifer gave directions to her house. When they arrived, Sarah followed wordlessly as Jenifer led her to her bedroom. Sarah closed the bedroom door behind her and turned to face Jenifer. Jenifer regarded her with a thoughtful expression. "Well?" Sara said, "I'm listening." "I'm trying to decide how to begin," Jenifer said. "Maybe it would be best if I showed you my half wolf form first, so we can avoid all the, I don't believe you, nonsense." "What are you talking about?" Sara asked crossly. "This," Jenifer said, and shifted to half wolf. Sarah let out a startled yelp and grabbed a cheerleading trophy from the top of Jenifer's dresser. She brandished it defensively and backed toward the door. "What the fuck are you?" She yelled. "I'm a werewolf," Jenifer said as she resumed her human form. Suddenly Sarah stopped her retreat. Her face registered concern, fear then fury one at a time in quick succession. "Cameron wasn't at school today," she said. "If you've hurt him I'm gonna bash your fucking skull in." she started toward Jenifer wielding the trophy as a weapon. "Wait!" Jenifer said, "Cameron is fine. He's at his house. I promise." Jenifer felt a grudging respect for Sarah. Not many people would go on the attack when faced with a creature out of legend. She admitted to herself that this girl must really love Cameron, and what a werewolf she would make with her fiery spirit. Sarah hesitated then lowered her makeshift weapon. She still held it ready just in case she needed it though. "All right, I'm listening," she said. Jenifer told her every detail of the last week from biting Cameron to Camille's abduction. Jenifer knew that Sarah needed to know all the facts before she made her decision whether to join them or not. She explained that Cameron wanted her to join his pack so they could be together, and told her exactly what being a female werewolf meant. Sarah sat quietly for a moment after Jenifer finished. "This is unbelievable," Sarah said. "I'm sorry, but it's all true," Jenifer said. "You really love him?" Sarah asked. "I do," "And Beth does too?" she asked. "She does." "You love him, and you're willing to share him?" Sara asked. "I am." "Why?" Sarah asked. "Because I love him more than I care about my self," Jenifer said. "I love him so much that I would do anything for him; suffer any indignity to be with him. The real question is, do you? Do you love him that much Sarah? If you do, Beth and I will welcome you as a sister and together we will make him happy for the rest of his life, and plot together to keep him safe." "I don't know what to say," Sarah said. "Sarah; Do you love him that much?" Jenifer asked again. Tears formed in Sarah's eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She realized that Cameron was the most important thing in her life. He was all she ever wanted. "I do. God help me, I do." Young Wolves Ch. 08 Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters are figures of the author's imagination. ++++++++++ Cameron and Allan hung out playing video games until school was out. Cameron waited a few minutes past the last bell and called Jen on her cell phone. "Hey Cam," she said when she answered. "Hey Jen," he said, "Listen, I talked to Tyler on Allan's phone and we worked out a deal. We are meeting Friday at midnight at that old house you guys used as a den. We are going to settle this whole thing then. He agreed to stay away until then and not to try anything with you and the others." "Do you think it's a trick?" she asked. "I don't think so," he said, "He thinks I'll go after his mother if he tries anything. I don't think he actually cares about her though. He's afraid that if I get to her his plans will be revealed. It should be safe for you and the others to stay at home tonight." "That's good," she said, "If we stay away from home too long our parents might start interfering, and we will probably have to stay with you most of the weekend as it is." "All right, will you let the others know?" He asked. "Cameron I'm not at school, but Trish and Beth are picking me up. I'll tell them then." "What do you mean you're not at school?" he asked. "I thought I told you not to go anywhere." "Actually, you said don't go anywhere alone, and I didn't," she responded. "Where are you and who are you with?" he asked. "Okay Cameron, please don't be mad," she said. "I know how much you love Sarah, and I know that with everything going on it would be hard for you to find time to fix things with her." "What are you saying Jenifer?" He asked. "I'm at my house, and Sarah is with me," she said. "We ditched school and I explained everything to her." "What!" he said stunned. "What do you mean you explained everything to her?" "I mean I told her everything. All of it," she said. Cameron was flabbergasted. He felt great relief that he wouldn't have to explain everything to Sarah, and he felt stifling fear that she would reject him at the same time. "What did she say?" He asked with a tremor in his voice. "Oh Cam," Jenifer said. "Sarah understands everything now, and she still loves you. She wants to be with you, and will join the pack as soon as you can change her." Cameron sank down onto the couch. It felt as though a great weight had been lifted from him. He felt tears well in his eyes unbidden. His voice wavered as he asked, "She's there with you now?" "She's right here Cam. Do you want to talk to her?" she asked. "Please," he said. There was a moment of silence while Jenifer gave the phone to Sarah. "Cameron?" Sarah asked hesitantly. Cameron slumped forward; he held his head up with his other hand, supported by his elbow on his knee. Her beautiful voice saying his name was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He drank it in like cold water to a man dying of thirst. His tears escaped his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. "Hey baby," he said, his voice breaking. "Cam, I'm so sorry," she sobbed, "I didn't understand. I should have let you explain." "Please don't cry baby," he said. "It's not your fault. I should have handled it better. Everything just happened so fast." "It's okay," she said, "I know now that you still love me. Nothing else matters." "Stay there baby. I'm coming over," he said. "No wait," she said, "Jen and I want to surprise you with something. I want you to come to my house tomorrow night at eight. Is that okay? "I want to see you now," he said, "But if it's important to you, I can wait until then." "Thank you babe," she said, "you won't regret it. I love you." "I love you too, Sarah," he said. "Here is Jenifer," she said. He waited while she gave the phone back to Jenifer. "I'm back," Jenifer said. "Thank you for this, Jen," he said. "I love you Cam. What else could I have done?" "What is this surprise you girls have planned for me?" he asked. "Oh Cam, Please don't make me answer that," she begged. "Let us girls have our fun." "Okay, okay," he laughed. "I wouldn't want to ruin you fun." "Thanks babe," she said, "I'll see you at school tomorrow. Love you. Bye." ++++++++++ Cameron had not been off the phone with Jenifer and Sarah long when Allan's cell phone rang. The caller I.D. said it was Allan's father but Cameron put it on speakerphone just in case. It actually was Allan's dad and he was quite mad. Apparently, the school had called Allan's house enquiring why he wasn't at school today. He demanded that Allan come home immediately. Cameron offered Allan a ride home, but Allan refused. His car was parked at the den a few miles away, and he had better return home with it or face even more trouble. The two young men shook hands before Allan loped off into the trees. Cameron turned to go back inside. He hesitated when he heard a car coming fast up the driveway. He recognized Camille's boyfriend's red Honda. It practically flew down his driveway leaving a cloud of dust behind. 'Shit,' Cameron thought, 'I forgot about Mike.' The Honda slid to a stop in a cloud of dust and flying dirt. Mike barreled out of the car almost before it came to a complete stop. He rushed toward Cameron; his eyes had a hysterical gleam in them. "Is Camille here?" He asked desperately. "She's not here Mike," he said. "Are you all right?" "Do I look like I'm all right?" he asked, his voice climbing several octaves. "I'm about as far from all right as I can fucking get." "Calm down Mike, and tell me what happened," Cameron said. Mike staggered over and collapsed onto the picnic table bench. "Tyler Guinn called me on my cell, and said that he was Camille's new boyfriend. He said she doesn't want to talk to me, and never wants to see me again." It occurred to Cameron that he and the girls would be at a disadvantage against Tyler, his two males, and Camille. If he had another male in his pack, it would even the odds considerably. If Mike and Camille were to have a life together, he would have to be turned anyway, so why not turn him now, and let him help save Camille. "Mike, Things are not what they seem," Cameron said. "What do you mean?" Mike asked, He raised his head and looked at Cameron. "Mike, what would you be willing to do to get Camille back?" Cameron asked carefully. "Anything," he said, "I would do anything to get her back. I love her." "Would you give up your freedom?" he asked. "What is that supposed to mean?" Mike demanded. "I'm not playing games here Mike," Cameron said, "I need to know. Would you give up your freedom to save her?" "Save her?" Mike asked. "If Camille were in danger I would give up everything including my life for her." "Good enough," Cameron said, "Come with me." "Where are we going?" Mike asked. "Inside," Cameron said, "I can't take the chance anyone might see what I have to show you." Mike followed Cameron into the house and up to Cameron's room. "What's this all about?" Mike asked. "She still loves you Mike," Cameron said. "Tyler kidnapped her." "What the fuck?" Mike yelled. "I'll kill that mother fucker. We gotta call the police." Cameron shook his head, "No police." "Why not?" Mike asked, incredulous. "We can only save her if we do it my way," Cameron said. "You said you would do anything to save her. Now, are you in or out?" "Jesus Christ," he yelled, "What part of I'll do anything do you not understa- What are you doing?" Cameron lowered his center of gravity and bunched his leg muscles. He sprang across the room changing to half wolf in mid leap. Mike yelped and collapsed to the floor as Cameron slammed into him. He pinned the smaller boy down. Mike was stunned. He was pinned under the monster Cameron had changed into. The beast was impossibly strong, and no matter how hard Mike thrashed he couldn't free himself. He changed tactics and slammed his fist into the monsters face, as hard as he was able from his back. The Cameron beast shook its head and bit down hard into Mike's shoulder, slicing through clothing, and tearing flesh. Mike screamed in pain and the beast released him. The monster quickly climbed to its feet and backed away. It seemed to shimmer for a split second. When the distortion stopped, Cameron stood there with a trickle of blood running out of his nose. Mike lay there clutching his bleeding shoulder. "What the fuck just happened?" he asked. "I've turned you into a werewolf," Cameron said. "A werewolf? Are you fucking crazy?" He asked. "If you want to be with Camille, this is what it takes," Cameron said. "This must be some kind of trick," Mike said. His mind refused to believe what he had seen. "Does this look like a magic trick?" Cameron changed to half wolf again. "Oh my God," Mike gasped, finally accepting the truth. Cameron returned to human form and laid it all out for him. He left out that he might have to fuck Camille to take her away from Tyler, but told him the rest. "Tomorrow you're going to be sick," he told Mike, "But Friday your new abilities will begin presenting themselves. We meet Tyler's pack Friday at midnight and I will need you as ready as you can be." "I'll be ready. What do you need me to do?" Mike asked. "It will be you and the girls' job to keep John, Allan, and Camille off of me while I deal with Tyler," he told him. "I would like a piece of Tyler myself," Mike said. "I know you would, Mike," Cameron said, "I have no time to be anything but honest with you. Tyler will tear you to pieces. You're maybe five foot nine now. After your change, you might be five foot eleven. You have no training in the martial arts. Tyler is a wrestler and is much bigger than you are. Also, he is an Alpha and that makes him even stronger. My jiu jitsu skills are the only chance we have." "I understand," Mike said, "But I don't have to like it. I'll do what I can to keep the others off of you." "Thanks Mike," Cameron said. "Now you better go home and get some rest. Tomorrow you're gonna be so sick you'll wish you were dead." ++++++++++ When Allan got home, his dad was furious. He yelled at Allan for a good half an hour before Allan was able to escape to his room. Allan closed the door and headed for his computer. Suddenly he caught Tyler's scent. He spun around lightening fast. "It took you long enough to get here, loser," Tyler said. "I've been waiting here for two hours." Tyler lounged In Allan's reading chair next to the bed. "What are you doing here?" Allan asked. "What about your deal with Cameron?" "Fuck Reed," Tyler spat. Tyler's face took on an ugly scowl when Allan mentioned Cameron. "Where is John?" Allan asked. "Watching the bitch until I get back," Tyler said. "Where are you guys keeping her?" Allan asked. "Jesus fucking Christ, Allan," Tyler hissed, "Do you think I'm stupid. Reed might catch your incompetent ass again, and Even if I tell you not to tell him where we are, there is one way he can get you to talk, and he might be smart enough to figure it out." Allan looked confused, "I don't understand. How can he do that?" "You're so fucking stupid, Allan," Tyler said. "I'm not telling you that either." Tyler knew that if Allan believed that Cameron was going to kill him his survival instinct could over ride Tyler's commands. He was pissed at himself for letting slip that there might be away around obeying him. "I gotta get back to John and the bitch, so shut the fuck up, and listen. I've got a special job for you to do Friday before I fight Reed." Allan listened with growing dread as Tyler laid out Allan's part in his plan. +++++++++ Sharon found a voice message on her cell phone when she got off work. Cameron had given her the cell phone back before she went to work since he would be home all day and had the landline. The message was from Cameron and he said that he would be facing Tyler Friday at midnight and not to worry, he would save Camille. Sharon was terrified. Cameron could tell her not to worry all he liked, but a mother always worried for her children. She and Camille had been fighting so much lately. Now those arguments seemed stupid, and she just wanted her daughter back. She wanted to do something to help her daughter, but there was nothing she could do. It was up to Cameron to save her. She had faith in her son, but her inability to help was making her scared and furious. She decided that the only thing she could do was make sure Cameron and his girls were taken care of as best she could. She went by the grocery store to get some more food. If they all were going to be spending time at her house, they would need something to eat. She looked at her checkbook before going in the store. She figured she had just enough money to get some food and pay for gas until next payday. She had been planning to pay the cable bill this week, but it would have to wait. She had just left the grocery store, headed home, when her phone rang. "Hello," she said. "Sharon?" Beth's voice sounded shaken. "I thought Cameron had your phone." "He gave it back to me this morning," she said. "Is everything all right?" "Yeah, everything's fine," Beth said. "Sorry I bothered you." "Beth," Sharon said, "I know that the bond between you and Cameron is for life. I am his mother and that means you and I are going to be a part of each others lives too, so why don't you stop lying to me now, and tell me what's wrong." There was silence on the line for a few seconds. "It's my mom," Beth said, a tremor in her voice. "She's already drunk. Can you come get me?" Sharon knew how hard it was for Beth to ask for help, and her heart melted. She might not be able to help her own daughter right now, but here was a girl in trouble that she could help. "Of course, Honey," she said. "I'll be there in a few minutes." Beth's house was not large, and was painted yellow. The paint was fading and peeling in a few places, and the yard needed to be mowed. There was a Harley Davidson motor cycle parked on the lawn. Beth came out of her house as Sharon pulled up. Beth had a duffle bag over her shoulder and looked as though she had been crying. She descended her porch steps, and her mother followed her. Beth's mother Susan had long blond hair much like Beth's, but it had an unwashed greasy sheen to it. She had once been a great beauty, but alcohol and hard living had faded her looks, and made her look older than she actually was. She held a bottle of alcohol in her hand. "I'm glad your father left," Beth's mother Susan yelled, "So he didn't have to see what a whore you've become." She took a drink from the bottle, and swayed on her feet. "I'm not a whore, Momma," Beth turned her head and said. Susan staggered drunkenly off the porch, dropping the bottle, and grabbed Beth by the hair. She pulled hard and almost yanked Beth off her feet causing her to drop the duffle bag. "You're not going anywhere you filthy little slut," she screamed, and started dragging Beth back to the house by her hair. "Susan, let her go!" Sharon yelled as she climbed out of her car. Susan stared at Sharon with bleary drunken eyes until she recognized her. "This is none of your business Sharon," she slurred. "I'm making it my business," she said. She crossed the yard, and grabbed Susan by the shoulders. "Let your daughter go!" Susan released Beth's hair and slapped Sharon hard across the face. The sudden release of her hair caused Beth to fall to her knees. Sharon was stunned for a second from the slap, and then she delivered a slap of her own that was filled with all her frustration and rage. The slap impacted with such force that it knocked the drunken woman flat on her ass. Susan hit the ground with a thud. She stared around for a second as if she didn't know where she was. Finally, her eyes focused on Beth, on her knees a few feet away. "I hate you," she spat. "Me and your father were happy until you came along. It's your fault that he left. It's all your fault." she started sobbing uncontrollably. "Momma, please don't say that," Beth said. "Why not?" Susan demanded between sobs. "It's the truth." Beth just sat there staring at her mother until Sharon gently helped her up. "Come on Honey," Sharon said, "Let's go home." "That's right, just leave," Susan spat as Sharon helped Beth to her feet. "Leave you little hussy and never come back." "I won't," Beth said. She picked up her bag and let herself be led to the car, tears running down her face. After Sharon got Beth in the car and closed the passenger door, she turned to Susan who was still sitting in the yard muttering, "It's all your fault." repeatedly. "Susan," Sharon said, "My husband left me for another woman too, but it wasn't my kids' fault. It was his and mine. It isn't Beth's fault that Bill left you all those years ago. It was yours and Bill's fault. If you weren't drunk all the time, you would realize that you just ran off the best thing in your life. You need help Susan." "Fuck you, bitch," Susan slurred. Sharon looked at her sadly for a second, then got in her car and drove away. Sharon and Beth sat silently as Sharon pointed her car towards home. Beth's tears had stopped and she seemed to have put her walls back up. "What happened to set her off, Beth?" she asked. "When I came home from school there was some biker guy there. I guess she brought him home from the bar with her last night," she said without emotion. She sounded as though she were dead inside. "He started coming on to me, and my mom blamed me for it instead of him. It's not the first time it's happened. She said if I wasn't such a whore, men wouldn't want me instead of her." "I'm so sorry you had to go through that Honey," Sharon said. "It's not your fault; you know that, don't you?" "I know," Beth said in her dead voice, and turned her head to gaze out the window. Sharon couldn't think of anything to say that might comfort this poor broken girl. She knew that with Beth's werewolf strength she could have ended her mother's abuse anytime she wanted, but she chose not to. It was going to take a lot of kindness and support to bring this girl back from the emotional and physical abuse she had endured. She hoped that Cameron was wise enough to understand what Beth would need. When Sharon and Beth got home, they saw that Cameron's car was gone. Sharon found a note on the fridge from Cameron explaining that he went to jiu jitsu practice to prepare for Friday night. Beth silently helped put away the groceries Sharon had bought. Sharon's house had five bedrooms. Three were occupied by Sharon, Camille, and Cameron, and one was used for storage. She showed Beth to the unoccupied bedroom, opposite the hall from Camille and Cameron's rooms. "This will be your room," she said to Beth, moving into the bedroom. It had a bed, dresser, and one window overlooking a field to the side of the house. "Thank you," Beth said, woodenly. "I know you weren't able to bring all your clothes, so you can wear some of Camille's things until we can get the rest of your stuff from your mom's house." Sharon said. "Okay," Beth said, "Is it All right if I stay in here alone for a while?" "Of course, dear," Sharon said. "If you get hungry or need anything, I'll be downstairs." Sharon closed the door on her way out. Beth dropped her duffle bag and sat on the bed. She looked around the sparse room for a moment. The composure that she fought so hard to maintain in front of Sharon collapsed. She buried her face in her hands and cried. ++++++++++ Cameron decided to go to jiu jitsu practice. He wanted to be sharp for the fight with Tyler. He had a good practice and totally dominated all the brown belts. He felt with his increased speed, strength, and senses he could have beat the two black belts as well, but he eased up against them and mostly worked defense and position. Young Wolves Ch. 08 He smelled that his mother and Beth were in the house when he came in. He found Sharon in the kitchen preparing dinner. "Hey Mom," he said, "Why is Beth here?" Sharon filled Cameron in on the day's events. "Maybe I should go talk to her," he said. "Son, I think she would like to be left alone for a while," Sharon said. Cameron wanted to go to her and comfort her but decided to defer to his mother's judgment. "Okay Mom." Cameron and Sharon sat down to a dinner of spaghetti, garlic bread, and green beans. It was a meal that was a staple in their house since it was inexpensive. Beth did not make an appearance during the meal, so Sharon made her a plate and asked Cameron to take it up to her. Cameron knocked on Beth's bedroom door. A few seconds later she opened the door and met his gaze questioningly, "Hey Beth," he said, "I brought you some dinner." he held up the plate. "Oh, thanks," she said, taking the food. "I'm really glad you're here," he said, and then felt foolish considering her reason for being there. The corner of her lips lifted almost imperceptibly. "Cameron, do you have a tee shirt or something I can sleep in?" she asked. "Yeah, sure," he said. He ducked into his room and returned a moment later with a tee shirt. "Thanks," she said, taking the shirt, and shutting the door. "You're welcome," he said softly to the closed door. Cameron did the dishes and sat down to watch some television with his mom. He heard Beth sneak down and wash her plate in the kitchen before going back to her room. He really wanted to talk to her, but she didn't seem to want conversation, so he left it alone. Later he went to his room and read for a while. He heard her come out of her room and hoped she would come to him. He sighed when he heard the bathroom door open and close instead. His enhanced ears heard the shower running a few moments later. When she finished showering and left the bathroom she went straight back to her room. He tried to play a video game for a while, and then surfed the internet until he grew bored. He decided that only having to sleep a few hours a night led to a lot of boredom. He had already showered after jiu jitsu practice but decided to shower again more from a lack of anything else to do than a need to be clean. He glanced at Beth's closed door as he went back to his room. He plopped down on his bed wearing just his underwear, and grabbed a book. He read for a while, and then glanced at the clock. It was just after 2:00 in the morning. He decided to try to sleep a little so he turned out his bedside light. He lay there in the dark thinking about everything that had happened over the last week. He heard Beth's bedroom door open and close. His senses slammed into full alert and he strained his ears listening for a hint of where she was going. He heard her soft footsteps cross the hall and halt outside his door. He held his breath as his doorknob turned and the door slowly swung open. Beth stood silhouetted in his doorway. The light from the hallway cascaded through the edges of her blonde hair. "Cameron, are you awake?" she called softly. He sat up and switched his bedside light on. "I'm awake," he said. She stepped into his room and closed the door behind her. The first thing he noticed was how damn hot she looked standing there in nothing but his tee shirt and panties. She wasn't wearing a bra under the shirt and the shape of her heavy breasts could clearly be seen through the shirt. Her nipples were hard and pressed proudly against the material. His cock expanded to full hardness in seconds. He was lying on top of his covers and Beth could clearly see his arousal. She smiled and moved towards him with a predatory smile on her face. Her braless tits moved naturally as she glided to him, increasing his arousal. "You've got just what I need here," she said as she leaned over the bed and outlined his hard cock through his underwear with both hands. He moaned softly as she squeezed his manhood through his underwear with her tiny hands. She lifted his underwear over his cock and pulled them off. She slid her own panties off and climbed onto the bed. She stood on her knees above him and pulled his tee shirt over her head. Her massive tits jiggled deliciously when she threw the shirt onto the floor. She knelt there with her knees slightly spread. Cameron could see the swollen lips of her pussy between her legs, just below the blond curls of her pubic hair. She stared at him seductively and ran her tongue over her full lips while squeezing her breast with her hands. "I'm gonna fuck you so good," she said. She climbed onto him and grabbed his hard cock with one hand while bracing the other on his chest. Before he had time to react, she impaled her self on his hard rod. She started bucking up and down on him fast and hard. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she rode him hard and fast. Cameron watched her face as she impaled her self on his cock. He realized she was fucking him as if he wasn't even there. She was using his him to push away her pain. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her down to him. He rolled her onto her back and buried his cock all the way in her tight pussy. "Yes," she said, "Fuck my pussy." With his cock seated all the way in her, he stopped and held still. He took her face in his hands and looked into her beautiful light blue eyes. She looked back at him confused. "Come on, Fuck me good," she said. She squirmed her hips and squeezed his dick as hard as she could with her hot pussy. He slowly withdrew his cock half way out of her and then settled back into her. He paused and gently brushed the side of her face with the back of his fingers. "What are you doing?" She demanded. "Beth, I am always gonna take care of you," he said. She ignored him and tried to thrust her hips up and down. "Come on Cameron, give me your fat cock," she said. "I need it bad." He pressed his weight into her stopping her thrusting. He withdrew and entered her again before stopping again. "I'm never gonna leave you, baby," he said, and gently brushed her lips with his. "Don't," she breathed. He moved inside her slowly then kissed her again. "Don't do this Cameron," she pleaded, "Don't you dare make love to me." "I am gonna make love to you, Beth," he whispered in her ear. "I'm gonna make love to you a thousand times." He slid his massive cock most of the way out of her and then pushed into her again. She moaned despite herself as his cock spread her pussy to its limit. "I don't deserve it," she said. "I'm bad Cameron. I'm no good." He raised his upper body off her and supported his weight on his arms. He looked deep into her eyes. "If you were bad I wouldn't love you," he said. "Don't say that," she pleaded. "I love you Beth," he said again. "Don't you fucking say that!" she yelled at him. "I love you." She struck him hard across the face. "I love you," he said. She hit him again as hard as she could. His lip split and his blood dripped onto her chest. "I love you, Beth." All of Beth's pain exploded out of her. She rained blows on Cameron's face, chest and shoulders. All her feelings of abandonment she felt from her father leaving poured out of her. She didn't even realize she was sobbing, her tears released like a flood. The betrayal she endured from her mother's cruelty rushed from her with each blow she struck. She changed to half wolf and continued pounding Cameron. Through the entire assault, Cameron continued to repeat that he loved her. Her rage collapsed as quickly as it had seized her. Her arms ceased hammering Cameron and fell to her side. She took great ragged breaths. The emotional release had left her exhausted. She realized that her eyes were squeezed shut. She resumed her human form and opened her eyes. She gasped when she saw what she had done to Cameron's beautiful face. He was still above her, braced by his arms. One eye was completely swollen closed and he was squeezing the other shut. His nose bled from both nostrils, and was possibly broken. Great bruises were appearing all over his chest, shoulders, and neck. He continued to repeat that he loved her through his busted and swollen lips as if he didn't realize she had stopped hitting him. "Oh God," she said. He opened his one good eye. "I love you, Beth," he said. Blood poured out of his mouth and onto her breasts, but she didn't care. "My beautiful Cameron, what have I done to you?" she reached up to touch his swollen eye. He winced in pain and she quickly withdrew her hand. "I love you," he said again. "Oh Baby, I love you too," she cried. "I love you so much. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." "Nothing to forgive," he said and tried to smile through his broken lips. He collapsed onto her. She rolled them over until he was on his back. She realized his cock was still in her though it was soft now. It slipped out of her as she climbed off him. He gurgled as blood filled his mouth. He rolled to his side and spit the blood into the wastebasket beside his bed. His other eye was beginning to swell shut as well, so she helped him up and led him to the bedroom door. She peeked out to make sure the hallway was empty and led Cameron to the bathroom. They were both covered in Cameron's blood so she started the shower and helped him in. Beth got in the shower with him and gently soaped the blood off them. "Beth," he croaked. "Yes, baby?" "I've always wanted to take a shower with a gorgeous cheerleader," he said. " And now I can't even see you." He tried to smile then winced in pain. "Shhh," she said gently. "Don't talk baby. Let me take care of you now." She finished cleaning the blood from their bodies then gently dried him off. She led him back to the room and laid him down on the bed. He sprawled out naked on his back. "I'll be right back," she said. She put her panties and Cameron's tee shirt back on. She went downstairs to the kitchen and rummaged in the cabinets until she found some plastic zip lock bags. She filled them with ice and returned to Cameron's room. She held the bags of ice on his swollen eyes to help his accelerated healing bring down the swelling. She examined his nose; she didn't think it was broken. The bleeding had stopped, and his lips were beginning to heal nicely. It took about a half an hour but the swelling around his eyes finally reduced enough for him to see. "Your beautiful," he said as he caressed her arm. "So are you," she said with a laugh. He moved his hand to her hip and ran it up her side. He caressed her breast through the tee shirt then cupped it gently. "What are you doing?" She asked. "I want to finish making love to you," he said. She glanced down and noticed his dick was hard. She felt her pussy moisten as she gazed at his beautiful cock. "Why don't you let me make love to you, baby," she said. "That sounds good," Cameron said. She wanted to kiss his lips but figured they were too sore so she trailed kisses down his chest instead. She kissed down his stomach to his waiting manhood. It lay hard and waiting on his belly. It twitched when she softly pressed her lips to the underside of the engorged head. She gave it little kisses all the way to the base and then back to the head. She took his cock into her mouth and lovingly caressed it with her tongue. She smiled around his meat when she heard his moan of contentment. She loved the heat of his cock in her mouth and the way he caressed her hair while she pleasured him, but felt an overpowering need to have the man she loved deep inside her. She pulled her mouth off his cock and swung her leg over him. She reached down and placed his hard dick at the entrance of her pussy. She hunched over and watched his glorious cock disappear into her inch by inch as she lowered herself onto him. They both sighed as he filled her completely. Beth paused with his manhood fully embedded in her. She gave her pussy a few seconds to adjust to his girth before she slowly began to move her hips. For the first time in Beth's life, she made love to a man. She was unprepared for the pleasure she felt from using her body to convey her love. Her love for Cameron filled her and she bathed Cameron in that love with all of her being. His large hands caressed and touched her breasts as she clutched his cock with her hot wet pussy. The velvety soft walls of her pussy squeezed his cock as she slid up and down his shaft. The moans of pleasure and love he heard coming from Beth were like nothing he had ever heard from her. He watched Beth's beautiful face as she made love to him. Her full lips formed an "O" shape as if she were surprised at the pleasure coursing through her. Her eyes were locked onto his and showed a vulnerability that almost looked out of place on the girl who had tried so hard to be invulnerable. "I love you, Beth," he said as he felt his orgasm approaching. His words filled her with a joy she had never known and it triggered the beginnings of her own orgasm. "I love you too Cam," she moaned. "I'm gonna cum baby." "Me too, Beth," he cried. He grabbed her head with his hands and pulled her down to him as he thrust his cock up into her. Their eyes locked inches from each other as their orgasms coursed through them. He marveled at the look of wonder in her eyes as they came together. Beth cried out as the feel of Cameron's cum flooding into her intensified her orgasm. She could feel his cock expanding as it pumped his seed deep into her. This was like no orgasm she had ever had before. It was fueled by love and complete trust. A feeling of caring and tenderness descended over her as she at last surrendered all of her soul to Cameron's love. After their orgasms had run their course, they lay in each other's arms. Neither spoke; there was no need for words. Beth felt a peace and contentment she had never known. In Cameron's arms, she felt truly safe for the first time in her life. Young Wolves Ch. 09 Authors note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters are figures of the author's imagination. ++++++++++ Sharon reached over and turned her beeping alarm clock off. She climbed out of bed, slipped her house shoes on, and prepared to start her day. She showered, dressed for work, and headed to the kitchen. She started a pot of coffee, and cooked herself some eggs and toast. Usually, about this time, she would here Cameron stirring around upstairs, but this morning she didn't hear a sound. She decided to check on Beth and Cameron before she left for work. She finished her cup of coffee and climbed the stairs. She stopped at Beth's door first. She peeked inside and was surprised to see Beth's bed empty. She quickly crossed the hallway to Cameron's room, and opened the door just enough to stick her head in. Cameron lay on his back with Beth's head resting on his chest. The blankets from just below Beth's arm down hid them. She could clearly see that Beth wasn't wearing a shirt. The side of one of Beth's large breasts was visible, and bulged even larger from being pressed against Cameron's stomach. The smell of sex hung in the air. Sharon's first instinct was to wake them and give them a piece of her mind. She was pissed that Beth hadn't been in her house a single night before worming her way into Cameron's bed, and Cameron should know better than to indulge in this sort of behavior. Sharon took a deep breath to calm herself in order to think rationally for a second. She knew this was coming. Cameron was Beth's Alpha and she clearly loved him. It was hard for Sharon because all of her notions of correct behavior, as far as Cameron and girls were concerned, were no longer valid. It all changed when her son became an Alpha werewolf. She realized that her son was a man now, with a man's responsibilities, and she would have to accept the fact that the girls in Cameron's pack would be sharing his bed. It was a hard fact to swallow, but she had become used to accepting hard facts, beginning when her husband left, and culminating in the abduction of her daughter. She glanced back at the sleeping forms of Cameron and Beth, and noticed something. There were fading bruises all over Cameron's chest and shoulders. Also, his eyes looked like they had been blackened, but were now mostly healed. Her gaze returned to Beth who sighed and nestled further into Cameron's embrace. She regarded the peaceful and content look on Beth's face as she slept then glanced back at her son. Sharon slowly closed the door and retreated down the hall. Maybe Cameron knew what Beth needed after all. ++++++++++ Cameron woke suddenly and looked at his bedroom door. He had a strange feeling that someone was just there. He focused his hearing and heard someone retreating down the stairs. He sniffed the air and picked up his mother's scent. He sucked in a panicked breath when he realized what that meant. 'Oh crap,' he thought, 'She saw us.' He was surprised that she hadn't woken them. He was probably in for a lecture later. Beth stirred against him and moaned as she awoke. "Good morning sleepy head," he said. "Good morning," she replied, and snuggled into him. He stroked her hair, and gently kissed the top of her head. "I could stay like this forever," she sighed. "That sounds nice, but we gotta get ready for school." "Do we have to?" She whined sweetly. "Don't you think we've missed enough days this week?" he asked. "Oh, All right," she pouted. Cameron admired her voluptuous form as she climbed out of his embrace. He loved the way her gorgeous breasts swayed as she crawled out of bed. Her long blonde hair was in disarray from sleep and their lovemaking. She had never looked more beautiful to him. "Well," she said, glancing at him still lying in bed. "You better get up after making me get up," she said in fake seriousness. "Okay, okay," he laughed as he crawled out of bed. "Your eyes and your bruises look a lot better. In a few hours they will be completely healed," she said. She lowered her head, her eyes filled with guilt. "Cameron I'm really sorry." "Hey, don't be sorry, Okay?" He said, "Besides I'm sure I did something to deserve it. Just don't make it a habit." He laughed at the bemused look on her face. "Ha, ha, funny man," she said laughing with him. They heard Sharon's car leaving the driveway, so they went into the hallway naked. Beth giggled as he tickled her and chased her down the hall into the bathroom. Cameron started the shower for Beth and tested the water with his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot for her. Before Cameron could move away, she grabbed his hand. She stepped into the shower and pulled him in after her. "You wanted to shower with a cheerleader," she said, "Now here's your chance." He flowed into her arms and brought his lips to hers. There was a tender passion in their kiss as the hot water poured over their bodies. Cameron broke the kiss and reached for the soap. He lathered up his hands and then washed her glorious body from head to toe, paying particular attention to her breasts. He slowly caressed them long after they were clean. He loved how his soapy hands glided over her skin, and the way her nipples hardened at his touch. He drank in the sight of her. Her long blond hair, darkened by the water, was plastered to the sensuous curves of her back. He loved the way the water flowed over and around the curves of her breasts, down her flat stomach and through the curls of silky hair above her moist pussy. He spun her around so she faced away from him, and pulled her body against him. He wrapped his arms around her as she molded herself against him. His hard cock was trapped between them and pressed into her lower back. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he captured her mouth with his. His hands caressed, lifted and squeezed her heavy breasts as he feasted on her mouth. "We shouldn't be doing this," he said, breaking the kiss. "We'll never make it to school on time." Her only response was to grab his hair and pull his mouth back to hers. He let one of his hands sink lower, crossing her stomach, and softly ran his fingers through the soft curls of her pubic hair. She spread her legs slightly in anticipation of him touching her tender flesh. She moaned into his mouth when he slid a finger into her wet slit. He marveled at the heat inside her pussy as he explored her wet folds with his finger. He bent his knees, lowering his body enough to slide his cock between her legs from behind. He couldn't enter her at this angle, but his cock opened her lips as it slid along the length of her wet slit. The hot lips of her pussy wrapped around the top of his hard shaft as the head of his cock peeked out between her legs. He slid his finger around her swollen clit as she squeezed her legs together trapping his hardness in her wet gash. She moaned in delight when he clasped her to him with his free hand and increased the pressure on her clit with his finger. He worked her clit steadily until an orgasm tore through her. It was so powerful that her legs refused to obey her brains command to stand. His strong arm around her was the only thing that kept her from falling as pleasure coursed through her. When she was done, she panted for breath for a moment before turning around. She soaped her hands and dropped to her knees before Cameron. She giggled at the moan he made when she rubbed her soapy hands all over his shaft and balls. When she had him as clean as she wanted she playfully took his manhood into her mouth. He moaned in pleasure as she lovingly caressed it with her tongue. She teased and sucked his cock for a few moments then glided up into his arms. She pressed her lips to his and forced her tongue between his lips. She let her hands roam over his hard muscles as she kissed him. His hands were exploring her body as well. Their passionate sighs and moans filled the shower while they learned the intricacies of each other's bodies. Cameron reached down and hooked one arm under her knee. He cupped her ass with the other and lifted her into the air. He stepped forward and pressed her against the shower wall. Her legs were splayed open presenting her sex to him. She panted in anticipation as he lined his cock up with her willing pussy. He stopped just short of entering her and locked eyes with her. "I love you, Beth," he said tenderly. He waited anxiously for her response, afraid of how she might react. "I love you too, baby," she said. Then, "Oh God," as he slid his engorged cock deep inside her. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her as he made love to her. He held the kiss through her sighs and moans. He kept her pinned against the wall as he moved inside her. She cried out once when she came, but immediately reclaimed his mouth when her orgasm ran its course. When Cameron's manhood erupted inside her, she squeezed her pussy on him as hard as she could and lovingly gripped his wet hair as his legs trembled beneath them. They didn't make it to school on time. ++++++++++ Sarah hung out with Jenifer and Trish before school. She was surprised at how well she was getting along with the two popular girls. She had always thought of them as mindless twits, but she was finding out that they were not all that different from her. Jenifer explained to Trish that Sarah would be joining the pack as soon as Cameron could change her. Trish startled Sarah when she threw her arms around her in welcome. The red head was already treating her as if they were long lost sisters. Sarah was unsure what to make of that, but couldn't deny that she really liked being a part of their secret group. The time until first bell slipped away, but Cameron and Beth still hadn't arrived for school. Sarah began to worry. "What do you think is keeping them?" She asked no one in particular. "Probably just running late," Jenifer said. "Beth called me on her cell last night, and said she was staying at Cameron's house," Trish said. "Maybe she decided to have her way with Cameron this morning." Trish erupted in peals of laughter at the look on the other two girls faces. "Jesus Trish," Jenifer said, glancing at Sarah's horrified expression. "Sarah isn't used to all this yet. Take it easy on her." "Oh come on," Trish said, "She's a big girl and knows the deal. Pretending otherwise is just being childish, besides he can recover fast so there will be plenty of his wonderful big dick for all three of you." "Trish-" Jenifer began angrily. "No, she's right," Sarah interrupted. "I need to get used to the idea. It's just that I don't know Beth well yet. I'll be okay. You're right about one thing Trish; His dick is pretty damn wonderful." Her face turned red as soon as the last words left her mouth. Jenifer and Trish both burst out laughing at the embarrassment on Sarah's face. "I can't believe I just said that," she said laughing. "Hey, truth is truth girl," Jenifer said and they all three laughed even harder. "Still," Jenifer said when they stopped laughing, "Trish why don't you call Beth and see what's holding them up." Trish dug her phone out of her purse and dialed Beth's cell number. Beth answered and they spoke for a moment. Trish closed the cell phone, and had a perplexed look on her face. "What is it?" Jenifer asked "What's wrong?" Sara demanded. The two girls spoke over each other. Trish snapped out of whatever was distracting her. "Nothing's wrong," she said, "They just got out of the shower, so they will be late." "Well, what had you looking all Twilight Zone?" Jenifer asked. "Oh, Beth sounded different," she said. "What do you mean different?" Jenifer asked. "She sounded... happy," Trish said incredulously. "Beth, happy?" Jenifer asked disbelievingly. "Apparently, Cameron has that effect on women," Sarah added, and they all laughed again. The girls split up to go to their classes when the bell rang. Sarah sat through first period in a daze all she could think about was seeing Cameron. She was disappointed when Cameron still had not made it to school when second period started. She looked up from her work when she heard the classroom door open half way through the period. Her breath caught in her throat when Cameron came in. His eyes immediately sought her out, and he gave her a crooked smile as he took his seat. 'Damn, that boy is beautiful,' she thought. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Reed," the teacher said. "Sorry I'm late," Cameron replied. She noticed with a smile that Cameron kept sneaking glances at her all through class. After class in the hallway, he tried to talk to her but seemed awkward, as if he didn't know what to say. She just stood on her tiptoes and kissed him sweetly on the cheek before strolling off to her next class. The rest of the school day seemed surreal to Sarah. She hung out with Jenifer, Trish, and Beth at lunch and everyone at school seemed to notice. She kept getting strange glances from students wondering why Sarah Clarke, the loner, was suddenly friends with the three most popular girls in school. A few jocks even stopped by the table and said hello to her. They made Cameron sit at a different table at lunch, so they could discuss their plans for Cameron's surprise later that night. Cameron looked crestfallen when they told him to go away. He sat at a table by himself, but it quickly filled up with girls and guys wanting to talk to him. It seemed his newfound fame after facing down Tyler and the incident with Leanne and Missy had not diminished. He kept glancing murderously at the girls as he fended off his admirers. Sarah was beginning to regret this whole surprise idea. Jenifer wanted to give her a makeover and surprise Cameron. Sarah had been so happy to learn Cameron still loved her, and so overwhelmed at learning he was a werewolf that she agreed to Jenifer's idea before she had time to think about it. Now that she had thought about it, she wasn't sure it was a good idea. What if he didn't like it? He loved her just the way she was. She glanced at Jenifer and Beth. They were both so beautiful. Apprehension seized her. How could she compete with these girls? "Jenifer," she said, "I'm having second thoughts about the makeover." "Why?" Jenifer asked. "Even with the makeover I won't be as beautiful as you all are," she said. "Maybe it's better to just stay plain like I am now, rather than try to be beautiful and come up short." "Sarah," Beth said, "Do you remember what I looked like in Junior High? I was nothing to look at until Jenifer and I became friends. Besides, you're being modest. You have all the right stuff it just needs to be accented, and trust me Jenifer is the master." "I promise you, Sarah," Jenifer added, "When Cameron sees you; he isn't going to know what hit him. He won't be able to keep his hands off you. Trust me, okay?" They seemed so sincere and excited to help her that she let herself be convinced. However, she still felt nervous about the whole thing. The rest of school was uneventful until she was putting her books in her locker after last bell. She was just about to shut her locker when she felt warm breath on her neck. Cameron's scent filled her and she shivered from the feel of his closeness. "I can't wait to see you tonight," he whispered and then was gone. Her heart sped up and she had to control her breathing for a moment. Sometimes it was scary, the effect he had on her. She was glad she had until six before Jenifer, Beth, and Trish came to her house for the makeover. She had to take care of something before they got there. She needed to talk to Rick and tell him that what happened between them was a mistake, and that she and Cameron were back together. She drove home, threw her stuff in her room and walked next door. She rang the doorbell and fidgeted nervously. The door opened and Rick's father stared at her questioningly. "Hello Sarah, what can I do for you?" "Hi," she said, "Is Rick here?" "No, he isn't. We expected him home today, but he is either running late or decided to stay on campus." "Oh, okay. Thanks." she said. "I'll just talk to him later then." Sarah wasn't thrilled that Rick wasn't home. She wanted to make sure he understood the situation so she could put it behind her and move on with her life. She would just have to do it another time. ++++++++++ Camille woke from her nightmare. For a moment, reality was clouded and she didn't know if the dream was real or not. She had been running on all fours beneath a blood red full moon. She was ripping and killing every living creature in her path. She shook her head, clearing away the fog that surrounded her mind. The reality of her situation was bad enough without clinging to the remnants of a bad dream. She examined her surroundings. She was being held in what appeared to be an abandoned building, and thought it might be in the warehouse district on the outskirts of the city, but wasn't sure. The next thing she noticed was the stench that permeated the place. It smelled of oil and stale sweat. She shook her head trying to clear her nose of the rancid odor. Yesterday she had been so ill that she could not even think of escape. Today she felt much better, great in fact, and the door to the room she was being held in was only a few paces away. Before she could think another thought, she was in motion. She surged to her feet and sprinted through the door. She was now in a much larger room, empty except for a few piles of rubbish. She spotted another door at the end of the room and ran for it. Something slammed into her from behind. Powerful arms wrapped around her. Panic tore through her. She screamed, kicked, and struck at her attacker. "Camille!" John yelled. "Calm down. Please!" "Let me go!" she screamed. "I can't," he said, "Please Camille, I don't want to hurt you." She struggled mightily until she realized it was futile against his superior strength, and all her resistance crumbled. She collapsed into his arms, sobbed as he lifted her off her feet, and carried her back to the room she had fled from. "Why are you doing this, John?" she begged. "I thought we were friends. I thought I knew you." "It's not me," he said, "It's Tyler. I have to obey him. You remember him biting you Tuesday night when we took you?" She nodded. "He turned you into a werewolf Camille," he said flatly. "He did it to get back at your brother for stealing the girls from his pack." Camille almost started to laugh until she remembered Cameron telling her he was a werewolf. She thought he was just being an ass. That, on top of the dreams she had all last night, and being sick just like Cameron had been, convinced her of the truth. "Pleas, John," she begged, "Tell me if there is anything else I need to know." John felt sorry for her. He wished there had been someone besides Tyler to explain everything to him when he was turned. He spent the next hour explaining everything to Camille. She sat woodenly throughout, as though she were in shock. When he finished she just sat there staring at nothing. "So you see," he said, to break the silence, "I am as much a prisoner as you are." "I'm sorry I thought the worst of you," she said finally. He sighed thankfully. For a moment, he had feared for her sanity. "What else could you think?" "Where is Tyler?" she asked. "He said he had to go meet someone late last night and he isn't back yet," John said. "Something about a nasty surprise for Cameron." Before Camille could respond, John turned his head toward the door. He cocked his head to the side as though listening for a faint sound. He raised his head and sniffed the air. Young Wolves Ch. 09 "What is it?" Camille asked. "He's back." Fear stabbed at Camille's heart, and she pressed herself against the wall dreading what was coming. A few seconds later Tyler strode through the door. He ran his cold eyes over the pair of them before fixing Camille with a predatory stare. "I felt you wake up through the bond," he said to her. "Leave me alone, you bastard," she hissed. "I'm afraid that's not an option," he laughed. Maintaining eye contact with her, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. "In fact, I think you are gonna come over here and suck my dick." She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but was astonished to find herself crawling toward his jutting cock. "Suck it good," he said, "And don't even think of biting me or doing anything to hurt me. Just suck it like you do your pussy ass boyfriend, and swallow all my cum. Since your fucking brother stole my girls, I haven't busted a nut in a week. That means I got plenty stored up for you." Tyler licked his lips in anticipation. He grabbed a fistful of her long brown hair as she kneeled in front of him. He grunted when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and watched eagerly as her full lips approached his aching manhood. A wave of nausea crashed into him. He felt like he was going to throw up everything he had ever eaten. He shoved Camille away violently. He gasped for breath and fought for control of his stomach. Camille's revulsion for him flowed into him through the bond. His cock deflated as fast as it had risen. "You fucking bitch!" He screamed. He backhanded her hard across the face, and she fell in a heap on the trash-strewn floor. ++++++++++ Cameron was having a bad day. It started fantastic with Beth, but went downhill quickly. Shortly after he and Beth left for school, he started feeling something weird. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt ill. That wasn't quite right, more like the echo of an illness. It was like the memory of how he felt the morning after Jenifer bit him. He tried to think about other things instead. He wanted to ask Jen if it was some werewolf thing but the girls would hardly talk to him all day. They huddled up with Sarah at lunch, probably plotting how to make his life as difficult as possible. He finally caught up with Jenifer in the parking lot after school. Beth and Trish were already in the car and Jen was putting her school stuff in the trunk when Cameron approached her. "Hey Jen," he said. "Hey baby," she said. She glided up to him and put her arms around him. Before he could speak, she pressed her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and kissed him thoroughly. "Mmmmmm," Jenifer said when she came up for air. "I have wanted to do that all day." Cameron looked around and noticed half the students in the parking lot were staring at them. "Jen, people are watching." "So, let them watch," she said, "Everyone is talking about you anyway. This just gives them one more thing to talk about." He blushed, but made no effort to remove her arms from around his neck, or stop her when she kissed him again. "Jen, I need to talk to you about something," he said when she finally removed her lips from his. "What is it Cam?" "I bit Mike Stamper last night. He is Camille's boyfriend and he is going to help us get her back." "Wow," she said, "That makes sense. If we are lucky, he will be able to assume his half wolf form by tomorrow night. He will be a big help if it comes to a pack fight. How did he take it when he found out the truth?" "Not well at first," he admitted, "But he came around quickly when I told him it was the only way he could be with Camille." "Good," she said, "Now if you will excuse me, I have to take Trish and Beth to get some supplies for your little surprise." "One more thing," he said. "I think something is wrong with me." "What do you mean?" she asked concerned. "I am feeling sort of sick somewhere in the back of my mind. It doesn't affect me really, I just feel it." "Oh that," she said relieved, "Cam, you are just feeling Mike through the bond." "The bond?" "When you sire a new werewolf you can feel them, their emotions, you can feel if they are hurt or scared. It lasts until they have changed enough to take half wolf form. It usually only lasts a few days." "That's a relief," he said. "I was worried something was wrong with me, and I have to fight Tyler tomorrow night. I need to be at my best for that." "It's nothing to worry about, babe. Gotta run. See you at Sarah's at eight." Cameron waved as she pulled out of the parking lot. Beth smiled and waved back from the passenger seat. He had to figure out what to do until it was time to go to Sarah's house. He decided that he would go to Jiu Jitsu practice. It was from six to seven thirty so he would just have time to shower and get to Sarah's by eight. Practice went well. He dominated all the brown belts, submitting them at will. He also submitted the black belt Fred Ruhlman with a triangle leg choke. He let up after that and practiced his defense until class ended. He quickly showered at the dojo and headed for Sarah's house. He passed Sarah's parents in their SUV as he turned down her street. He was pleased that they wouldn't be there and he might get to spend some time with Sarah alone. He arrived a few minutes early and waited impatiently for someone to answer the door. The door opened and Jenifer stood there smiling. "Hey Cam, are you ready to have your socks blown off?" she asked sweetly. "I guess so," he said a little nervously. She led him into the living room and told him to wait there. He waited a few minutes and passed the time by staring out the sliding glass patio doors into Sarah's back yard. Sarah's parents used to let them be alone in the back yard because her dad could keep an eye on them. You could see out the glass doors, but they were mirrored on the other side so no one could see in. "Cameron are you ready?" Jenifer called from Sarah's room. "Yes, I'm ready," he called back. "Turn around and don't peek." "Okay, Okay," he laughed as he faced away from the hallway that led to Sarah's bedroom. He could hear the girls as they came down the hallway, and his heart beat faster in anticipation of whatever they had planned. Finally, they were all in the living room. "Okay," Jenifer said, "You can turn around now." Cameron turned. His eyes scanned past Jenifer then Beth, across Sarah to Trish. His head snapped back to Sarah, and his jaw dropped open. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She wore a light tan blouse. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and it was unbuttoned far enough to reveal just a hint of the inner slopes of her breasts. It was tucked into a mocha colored skirt that hugged her figure and came down to the middle of her thighs. She wore a gold bracelet that he had given her for her birthday, and tan sandals that lifted her heels quite high in the back. Her luxurious black hair flowed to her shoulders in soft waves. Her lips glistened from a light coating of lip-gloss. And her eyes stood out beautifully, gently enhanced by just the right amount of makeup. Cameron was speechless. Sarah had always been beautiful to him. But the woman standing before him more than held her own beside the three prettiest girls in school. She nervously licked her lips and shifted her weight between her feet as she waited for Cameron's approval. "Well?" Jenifer prompted. "What do you think?" "Isn't it obvious," Trish piped in, "He is speechless." "I told you, Sarah," Beth said. Sarah didn't say anything. She just waited for Cameron to say something. She was starting to get scared when Cameron cleared his throat. "Oh my God, Sarah," he said. "You look, you look, actually I don't have words for how gorgeous you look right now." If possible, Cameron was even more blown away when she smiled brilliantly at his words. Her eyes shifted over his shoulder toward the patio doors and the smile slowly faded from her face. He was startled when someone knocked on the patio doors. He turned his head toward the sound and saw Sarah's neighbor Rick standing on the patio. Cameron had been so focused on Sarah that he had not heard him approach. "Excuse me," Sarah said, "I'll be right back." she scurried past Cameron, opened the door just enough to slide out and shut them behind her. Cameron had a weird feeling that something was wrong. He glanced at the girls and could tell that they were getting the same vibe. He focused his eyes and his hearing on Sarah and Rick. He could see Rick, and knew that Rick didn't know he was there. He prepared to move quickly if Sarah was in any danger. "Damn Goose," he heard Rick say, "You look fucking hot." "What are you doing here Rick?" Sarah asked. "My dad said you came by earlier, and I saw your parents leave," he said, "I thought you might want to fuck again to take your mind off that loser Cameron." Cameron's heart stopped in his chest. He felt like someone had kicked him in the stomach. He clinched his fists so hard his fingernails drew blood from his palms. His vision turned red with rage and hurt. He staggered to the patio doors on trembling legs. "Cameron wait," Jenifer said pleadingly. He ignored her, flung the doors open, and strode outside. Rick took a step back in surprise. "What the fuck!" Rick exclaimed. "Cameron, it's not what you think," Sarah cried. A deadly calm filled Cameron. Not a peaceful calm, but the calm of a man about to perform an act of calculated violence. The calm of a man who knows he is about to do something terrible and has accepted it. He never even noticed that Jenifer and the others had followed him outside. "I heard him, Sarah," he said. "It is exactly what I think." He took a menacing step toward Rick. "Hey mother fucker," Rick said, "You got a problem?" "No," Cameron said, and took another step toward him. "You do." Rick raised his fists and launched a punch at Cameron's face. To Cameron's heightened senses, it seemed to be coming at him in slow motion. He moved his head slightly to the side, and the punch hit nothing but air. Cameron slammed the palm of his hand hard into Rick's chest. Rick's breath exploded from his lungs as he flew back and landed on the ground with a thud. Cameron stalked him like a predator. Rick had managed to climb to his knees, gasping for breath when Cameron reached him. Cameron grabbed him by his arm and the back of his neck, and threw him five feet into the wooden privacy fence that separated Sarah and Rick's backyards. Rick hit the fence hard and slumped to the ground. He lay on his back, stunned. Cameron loomed over him again before Rick could recover his senses. He grabbed Rick by the hair and lifted his head up. Cameron gathered all his rage, raised his fist high, and prepared to deliver a blow that would end Rick's life. Rick looked at Cameron in fear, "Please," he begged, "I'm sorry." Cameron let out an inhuman howl and started the killing strike. Suddenly Jenifer was there. She grabbed his wrist and stuck her face directly in front of Cameron's "Cameron," she cried, "Listen to me." His only response was a deep growl. "Please, baby. Listen to me." "What?" He snapped. "Don't do this, Cam," she pleaded. "If you love me, please don't do this. I know you, and if you kill him you will never forgive yourself." she released his wrist and placed her hands on each side of his face, drawing his eyes into hers. "Please baby. I love you and I need you. So does Beth. If you do this, it will change you. We will lose you. Please baby, please." His eyes softened as she drew him back from the brink of madness with the force of her love. He pulled her to him with the hand that wasn't gripping Rick's hair. He sighed as her arms held him in a fierce hug. "I'm okay now, Jen," he whispered, "I just need to say something to Sarah's friend here, and then I'm going." He released Jenifer from his embrace and she stepped back. He knelt beside Rick, still holding him up by his hair, and pulled Rick's terrified face to within a few inches of his own. "Rick," Cameron said, "Listen to me as though your life depended on it. If you ever see me again, and you want to live, run for your mother fucking life. Do you understand me? Rick whimpered. "Yeah, you understand me." Cameron said. He let go of his hair and Rick crumpled to the ground. Cameron took a deep breath and turned to face Sarah. She was standing between Beth and Trish with tears running down her face. Her once beautifully made up face was now smeared with mascara where her tears had spilled. "I hope you two are happy together," he said to her. "No baby, I don't want him. Please Cameron, let me explain," she begged. "No," he said, and headed for the door. "It was a stupid mistake," she cried. "I was hurt. I thought you didn't want me. He means nothing to me. I only love you." "I guess you should have thought of that before you let him inside you," he said coldly. He pushed past her, strode through the house and was gone. Sarah screamed and collapsed to the ground. "This can't be happening. Please say this isn't happening," she sobbed. ++++++++++ Cameron held his composure until he got into his car. He threw it into gear and peeled out halfway down the street. Anguish pierced him deep and he could no longer hold back his tears. They spilled down his face and blurred his vision. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve, and turned the headlights on. It was getting dark and though he could normally see fine in the dark his tears were making it difficult. He drove home fast. Grief and rage, in turns, surged through him. All he could think about was getting away from the pain he was feeling deep in his chest. He tore up his driveway and roared to a stop. He jumped out of his car, but instead of going inside, he headed for the trees, shedding his clothes as he went. He needed to run. When the last of his clothes hit the ground, he shifted to half wolf and disappeared into the trees. ++++++++++ Jenifer drove like a mad woman trying to catch up with Cameron. Beth clung to the armrest as though it was a lifeline, and Trish held Sarah as she sobbed in the back seat. Jenifer didn't know how to fix this but she had to try. She knew that Sara had made a terrible mistake, but who hasn't made mistakes? The girl was inconsolable at the moment, and obviously loved Cameron no matter what she had done. Jenifer pulled to a stop in front of Cameron's house. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Cameron's car. The first thing she noticed when she climbed out was Cameron's shirt on the ground, followed by his shoes, socks, and pants, leaving a trail that headed into the woods. "He went that way," Beth said, and sniffed the air, "Maybe ten minutes ago. We can track him, but we won't catch him if he doesn't want us to." "I know, but we have to try." "All right," Beth said. At that moment, Sharon came outside. She took one look at Trish trying to help the distraught Sarah out of the car, and rushed to help. "What happened?" She asked, putting her arm around Sarah. "Trish," Jenifer said. "Stay here with Sharon and Sarah. Tell Sharon what is going on. Beth and I are going after Cameron." Without another word, Jenifer and Beth headed for the trees, their clothing joining Cameron's clothes on the ground. ++++++++++ Cameron lost himself in the rhythm of running. He let the wolf instinct in him take over as he flew through the darkness. He let his pain and rage drain from him through his muscles as they bunched and then extended propelling him forward at great speed. For at least an hour, he loped through the forest. At last he felt like he could think clearly again. He didn't stop running but he slowed his pace to the even strides that would allow him to run almost indefinitely. His pain was still there, but the rage was gone. His heart ached but he could reason now. He knew that the girls would be following him, but also knew that he had put such distance between them that it would take them a while to catch up to him. That was fine with him. He needed to sort things out in his own mind, and didn't need them clouding his thinking right now. He had to admit that he felt betrayed by Sarah's actions, but to be fair, his own behavior could only be described as less than perfect. Had he really only slept with Jenifer, Beth, and Karen out of obligation, or had that just been an excuse? He showed up at school with all three girls without even considering Sarah. That must have really hurt her. Maybe she had only slept with Rick out of grief for what he had done to her. More importantly, she knew about Jen and Beth, and still loved him and wanted to be with him. She had forgiven him. But, could he forgive her? That was the question he needed to answer. He still loved her, that he could not deny, and the very thought of her not in his life caused his stomach to clinch painfully. He decided that he had acted like an ass. At least as far as Sarah was concerned. He could not find it in himself to be sorry for what he had done to Rick. He was a werewolf not a saint after all. Their love for each other would overcome this or anything else life had to throw at them. He turned in a large arc and headed for home. He swept wide of his own trail. He didn't want to come across the girls on his trail. He would return home and go see Sarah alone. What he needed to say was between them and no one else. Suddenly an acrid scent hit him. It was so repugnant that it stopped him in his tracks. He sniffed the air and almost gagged. It smelled like death and a pit of poisonous snakes. Before he knew what he was doing, he was following the acrid scent. An instinct deep in the wolf part of him recognized the scent as something that he must find and kill. His need to find it and destroy it over rode his reason and he doubled his speed. The scent became stronger as he closed in. He went into predator mode as he approached his quarry. He flowed as quietly as whisper through the trees and underbrush. He stopped in astonishment when he caught site of his pray. It was a man. The stranger wasn't running or cringing in fear at Cameron's approach the way a man should when faced with a werewolf. Instead, he regarded Cameron calmly with no expression on his face. Cameron sniffed the air again, and approached the man cautiously. The foul odor was definitely emanating from the stranger. Cameron studied him. He was of middling height and his hair and eyes were jet black. His skin was brown as if he might be of Native American or Hispanic descent. The oddest thing was that he stood perfectly still. A person even when trying to stand still was always moving imperceptibly, but this man stood without motion as if he were a marble statue. Cameron was so engrossed in the oddities of the man that he flinched when the stranger spoke. "This is not the appointed time or place," he said. He spoke with a thick Hispanic accent. "Who are you?" Cameron asked. "Ah," he said. "You're the other one then. I think the more appropriate question is what am I?" The truth struck Cameron in an instant. "You're a vampire," he said. "Yes," he hissed, drawing out the sound like a snake hissing. "Where is the rest of your pack?" He showed the first sign of emotion as he glanced anxiously around as though expecting a pack of werewolves to descend upon him. Cameron said nothing. The vampire studied Cameron for a moment with his dead eyes. "Surely, you weren't ignorant enough to hunt me alone?" "What are you doing here?" Cameron demanded, ignoring the vampire's question. "Ah, you are alone," he said, his sibilant voice sounded amused. "How foolish of you." Young Wolves Ch. 09 The Vampire moved in a blur of speed. Even with Cameron's super human reflexes the vampire was on him before he could react. He grabbed Cameron and flung him into the air. Cameron windmilled his arms as he flew twenty feet. He smashed into a large tree. He took the impact on his side just below his arm and crashed to the ground. He lay there stunned for a moment. The Vampire leapt through the air and smashed his fist into Cameron's exposed ribs. Pain exploded in Cameron's body. He felt something break inside him. He rolled away and struggled to rise. He felt one of his broken ribs pierce his lung as he staggered to his feet, and cried out in agony. His scream died in his throat as it immediately became torture to breath. The Vampire watched him struggle for breath from a few feet away. He bared his teeth, exposing his brown stained fangs, in a horrific mockery of a smile. He slithered forward again, with uncanny speed, but this time Cameron was ready. He lowered his body and attempted to tackle the creature to the ground with a double leg takedown. Instead, the vampire's momentum caused Cameron to fall back with the creature on top of him. Cameron immediately wrapped his legs around the Vampire's waist and crossed his ankles behind its back, trapping the monster between his powerful legs. He grabbed its head and pulled it close to his chest in an attempt to keep the creature from rising up and hitting him. It put its hands on Cameron's face and pushed so hard that he could not hold the monster down. "I grow tired of this, dog," it hissed, and grabbed Cameron by the throat with one hand. It squeezed and what little air Cameron could get into his broken body was cut off. Cameron grabbed the hand clutching his throat. He uncrossed his ankles and swung his left leg around the creatures head while hanging on to its arm. The vampires arm was now caught between Cameron's legs and the elbow joint was against Cameron's stomach. He had the creature in a Jiu Jitsu move called an arm bar. He lifted his hips hard while pulling back on the arm forcing the elbow joint to bend in the opposite way it was supposed to. Cameron applied the arm bar with all his strength and felt resistance as if the creatures arm was made of steel. The arm resisted for a moment then snapped apart at the elbow. The Vampire recoiled from Cameron and let out a scream that sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping across a chalkboard. The wail of agony that erupted from the creature sent shivers down Cameron's spine. Cameron struggled back to his feet as the Vampire screamed. It finally stopped wailing and turned to face Cameron again. Its damaged arm dangled at its side, bending at an odd angle from the elbow. "Enough!" It shouted, fury evident on its grotesque inhuman face. "Now I kill you." It came at him fast, and Cameron called upon his last reserves of strength and speed to dart to the side. The vampire's momentum carried him past Cameron. It instinctively tried to reach out and grab him with its useless arm. As the monster passed, Cameron hooked it around the head with his arm and swung up onto its back. He saw Jenifer and Beth run into the clearing as he opened his mouth wide and sunk his long teeth into the side of the vampire's neck. He bit as hard as his wolf jaws could and shook his head from side to side. Its rancid blood poured into his mouth. The cold blood tasted like poison and burned his mouth, but he refused to let go. His fangs penetrated until he felt the spinal cord in the vampire's neck. He ripped as hard as he could and felt it sever in his mouth. The vampire jerked and collapsed when its body lost contact with its brain. Cameron dropped to his feet as the monster fell. The body of the dead vampire was desiccating before his eyes as though it was ageing a thousand years in seconds. Cameron swayed on his feet as he stared at the remains of the horror he had just killed. He shifted to human form, as agonizing pain surged through his broken body. His eyes searched out Jenifer and Beth. They both stood there in shock at what they had witnessed. "Jen, Beth," he wheezed, "I think I'm hurt bad." he opened his mouth as if he were going to say something else, but no sound came out. Instead, a bubble of blood slowly grew in his mouth and then burst covering his naked chest in his own blood. He toppled face first onto the forest floor, and was still. ++++++++++ Author's note: I would like to sincerely thank the people that proofread this chapter for me (You know who you are). Your suggestion and ability to point out my many randomly capitalized words was of immense help. Young Wolves Ch. 10 Authors note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters are figures of the author's imagination. ++++++++++ Jenifer and Beth rushed to Cameron's fallen form, and fell to the ground beside him. He lay unmoving on the forest floor; face buried in the leaves and grass. Together, they rolled him over onto his back, and he immediately gagged spitting a gout of blood into the air. The blood splattered onto Jenifer and Beth. "Oh God, he's hurt bad," Beth cried, "Jen, what do we do?" Her voice echoed with panic and desperation. "He's bleeding inside and choking on his own blood. We've got to turn him over so he can spit it out." "We gotta get him home, Jen," Beth said as they rolled him back over. He spat out another glob of blood onto the ground and pulled his knees up under him, so that he was resting on his hands and knees. He sucked in as much air as he could into his one good lung. He struggled for air as he fought the pain and the sensation of drowning that threatened to send him into a panic. "Tell Sarah," he said, gurgling and struggling to get the words out, "I'm Sorry. Was wrong." He gave up trying to speak and vomited more blood. "Cam baby, you can tell her yourself," Jenifer said through the tears that sprang unbidden from her eyes. "Try not to talk now baby, just try to breath. We are taking you home." The two terrified girls exchanged a tear filled glance as Cameron nodded his head in understanding. They each took one of his arms and Cameron groaned as they helped him stagger to his feet. They draped his arms around their shoulders and bearing his weight they staggered towards Cameron's house. Agony burned through Cameron with every step. His werewolf body was striving mightily to push the shards of his rib bones out of his punctured lung, but the jarring from trying to walk was warring against his body's attempts to heal itself. "Gotta stop," he said, grunting in pain, "Need to lie down for a minute." "Cam, you can't stop," Jenifer said, the plea evident in her voice. "We are almost half way there." "Can't go on," Cameron gasped, and tried to disengage himself from the girls so he could lie down. "Cameron," Beth suddenly barked at him. "You don't quit. Cameron Reed never quits. Now stop being a pussy and walk, God damn it!" The tears that spilled down her cheeks betrayed her harsh words. Cameron stopped trying to lie down and looked at her. He showed his blood stained teeth in the rictus of a smile. "Tough girl," he said, and then tried to chuckle, but doubled up in pain instead. The spasm of agony passed, he spat out more blood, and they resumed their trek, one agonizing step at a time. ++++++++++ Sharon helped Trish get the distraught girl into the house. After sitting Sarah on the couch, she turned to Trish. "Trish, what is going on?" "Well," she said, glancing at Sarah, "Apparently, Sarah gave her virginity to Cameron and then saw Cameron with us a few days later. She didn't understand, and thought he didn't love her, she thought he had only been lying to her to get in her pants. I think she was hurt and felt betrayed, so she had some beers and had sex with the guy who lives next door to her. When Cameron found out he didn't take it so well." "Oh dear," Sharon said, sat down next to the crying girl, and gathered her into her arms. "Shhhh, it's going to be all right Sarah." "No it won't," she said through her tears, "He hates me now." "No he doesn't Sarah," Sharon said soothingly. "He loves you. He's just a boy, and he's hurt right now. Once he calms down and has some time to think he will realize that you made a mistake." "How can he ever forgive me?" she asked desperately. "You forgave him, didn't you?" Sharon asked. Sarah nodded yes. "He will realize that when his anger fades. You do love him don't you honey?" "With all my heart," she said and lifted her chin defiantly as if daring anyone to say different. "And what of this guy you had sex with?" Her look of defiance turned to distaste. "He means nothing to me. He doesn't compare to Cameron in any way." "Will you be making the mistake of sleeping with any more guys?" "Never!" she said forcefully. "Good. You know Cameron has a big heart, so I think there is a good chance he will be coming through that door any minute now to tell you he's sorry." "You think so?" Sarah asked, brightening. "I do." "Thank you, Sharon," she said and then a look of concern and embarrassment covered her face. "Oh Sharon, you must think I'm a total slut." Sharon laughed. "Sarah honey, do you think you're the first girl to ever do something stupid when she was hurt?" She asked. "No, I don't think you're a slut. You just made a mistake, that's all." "I hesitate to mention it, but we might have another problem." Trish said, drawing the attention of the two women on the couch. "What now?" Sharon asked. "Cameron almost killed the guy before Jenifer talked him down," Trish said. "What if he calls the police?" "I don't think he'll do that," Sarah said. "Why not?" Sharon asked, worry on her face. "Well, Cameron roughed him up a bit, but I don't think he was seriously hurt," Sarah said. "He's in college and his pride was hurt more than anything. My guess is he won't want anyone to know he was beat up by a kid in high school." Sharon sighed, "You're probably right. The way men are with their egos, he won't want the embarrassment, but if he does call the police we will deal with it then. It doesn't help anything for us to worry about it now." The three women talked for a while then settled into silence as they watched the clock. One hour stretched into two, and then three as they waited for Cameron, Jenifer, and Beth to return. They jerked in surprise when the front door burst open and Jenifer and Beth crashed through supporting Cameron between them. All three were naked and covered in blood. Jenifer and Beth were panting heavily from the effort of carrying Cameron. The women on the couch sat motionless, stunned for a split second, and then rushed to help get Cameron to the couch. "What happened?" Sharon asked Jenifer and Beth, as Sarah stood horrified. "When we caught up to him he was fighting a vampire," Jenifer said. "A vampire?" Sharon asked. "Was it one of the vampires Tyler's mother warned Cameron about?" "Were not sure. Cameron was already fighting it when we got there," Jenifer said. "He killed it," Beth said, pride in her Alpha tinged her voice. "Yeah," Jenifer said, "But it hurt him bad. He's bleeding inside and we can't take him to the hospital. They might find out what he is." "Who cares?" Sarah cried. "If it saves his life." "Think about it, Sarah," Beth said. "If they find out he is a werewolf, he will be caged up and studied, and they would never let him go. What kind of life would that be for a wolf?" "Sarah," Cameron croaked. "I'm here baby," she said, falling to his side, and taking his hand in hers. "I'm sorry. Forgive me. Love you," he forced the words out of his mouth along with more blood. "I love you too, baby," she said. She kissed his hand and pressed it against her cheek, not caring that she was getting his blood on her face. "All right," Sharon said, taking charge, "This is what we are going to do. Jenifer, Beth, your clothes are over there. Grab them and jump in the shower. There is one upstairs and one in my bathroom. Sarah, wash your face, and then bring me a warm washcloth and a towel. We will clean Cameron up. Trish you go get Tyler's mother, and bring her here. I hope that she will know how to help Cameron since she has been a werewolf all her life. Go!" She barked and everyone jumped to follow her instructions. ++++++++++ Karen had been about to open a bottle of wine and take a relaxing bath when security called. They said a girl named Trish was outside and wanted to speak to her. Karen forgot all about her bath when Trish told her of the nights events. She hastily told security she was going out and climbed in the car with the girl. Karen and Trish opened the front door of Cameron's house without knocking and hurried inside. They entered the living room to the sound of despair. Jenifer and Beth were holding each other and crying uncontrollably. Sarah was kneeling beside Cameron and sobbing onto his chest while Sharon sat in the chair with a look of disbelief on her face. "What happened?" Trish demanded. Sharon slowly turned her head to Trish, "My son is dead." "What?" Karen demanded as she pushed past the stunned Trish and moved to Cameron's side. "Move girl, and stop that blubbering," she said trying to pull Sarah away from Cameron. Sarah shook off Karen's arm and collapsed back onto Cameron. "Fool girl," she said grabbing Sarah firmly and propelling her into Trish's arms. "Hold her." Karen turned her attention back to Cameron's body, and examined him closely. They had washed all the blood off him and covered his private area with a towel. His side where he had hit the tree, and by the vampire was bruised purple, black, and a sickly greenish yellow. His face was peaceful as if he had released all his cares. Karen laid her head on his chest and listened for his heart. She heard nothing for over a minute, and then finally she heard a single feint thud. She sighed in relief and rocked back on her heels. "He's not dead," she said. "He's healing." Five faces suddenly turned to Karen, hope etched onto every one. "His heart isn't beating, and he's not breathing," Sharon said woodenly. "When a werewolf is hurt bad enough, and he can find a safe place," Karen said, "His body will go dormant so his body can use all its energy to heal his injuries. His heart is beating, but only once every few minutes. His breathing is so slow you can't see it, but he is definitely alive. " "So he's going to be all right?" Sarah asked. "He's going to be fine," Karen said. Relief filled the room, and the women who had been clutching each other in grief, now embraced with joy instead. "Will he be completely healed before tomorrow night?" Jenifer asked. "I don't know," Karen said, "His injuries were significant, so we will have to wait and see." The jubilation at finding out Cameron would be all right turned to concern again. They all knew that Cameron would be fighting for all their lives, and if he wasn't completely healed, all of their fates would be in even more peril than they already were. "It's probably going to be a long night," Sharon said, "I'll go make some coffee." "I'll help you," Karen said, and followed Sharon into the kitchen. Neither woman spoke as they bustled around the kitchen. Sharon put the coffee on to brew, and silently pointed to the cabinet were the cups were kept for Karen. Karen took out two cups and sat them on the counter. An awkward silence descended, the coffee percolating was the only sound. "Sharon," Karen said when the silence became unbearable for her. "I'm sorry for everything that's happened." Sharon's head snapped up. "You're sorry?" she said with barely contained fury. "My son is lying in there half dead. Your son kidnapped my daughter and turned her into a werewolf against her will. I don't want to even think about what else he's going to do to her. Not to mention the fact that you're my age, and you had sex with my teenage son, and all you can say to me is you're sorry?" "I don't know what else to say," Karen said sadly. "You could at least try to explain yourself," Sharon snapped. "Sharon, I wish I could explain what went wrong with my son, I really do. I didn't raise him to act like this. He was such a good boy when he was little and I loved him so much. I don't know what happened to my baby." She lowered her head as tears spilled out of her eyes. Sharon's anger melted away in the face of Karen's grief. She realized that Karen was suffering as much as any of them. She had sided with Cameron against her own son. Sharon wondered how hard it must be for a mother's fate to hinge on the total defeat of her child. Sharon tentatively reached out and put a hand on the weeping woman's shoulder. "I know it's not your fault Karen," she said, "I am just so upset and worried. I took it out on you." After a few moments Karen succeeded in regaining her composure. "Thank you," she said. "There is still the matter of you sleeping with Cameron," Sharon said. Karen's face turned red with embarrassment. "About that," she said, "Please understand, I didn't have a choice if I wanted to be free." "At least tell me I won't be catching you in his bed in the middle of the night like I did Beth this morning." Karen laughed despite her tears. "No, you don't have to worry about that happening." Karen paused for a moment. "Could you imagine the looks on our faces?" she asked, and both women dissolved into fits of laughter. ++++++++++ Friday dawned much like any other day, but for Cameron, Tyler, and those caught up in their struggle it would be a day they would remember for the rest of their lives. They each faced the new day with their own emotions. Some faced it with anticipation of a better life, while others were filled with anxiety for the coming battle, some with terror, and some with determination. One slept, as if dead, through the dawn, healing as his fate hurdled toward him. Sarah sat beside him holding his hand. She had slept fitfully, and woke before the others. They had talked late into the night, grilling Karen about werewolves. They wanted to know if there was anything else that Tyler hadn't told them. Sarah didn't care about any of that. She just wanted to stay with Cameron until he opened his eyes. Except for Sharon who slept in her room, and Karen who had taken a cab home, all the girls had made pallets on the floor so they could sleep in the living room with Cameron. "Cameron," she said, after glancing around to make sure everyone was still asleep. "If you can hear me, I have something I want to say to you." She stared at his handsome, peaceful face, gathering her thoughts and looking for a sign that he heard her. She decided to continue anyway when he didn't respond to her words. "I know what I did was stupid and wrong. It was childish. I want you to know that I love you, and he doesn't compare to you. I was just so angry and hurt. I will never do anything like that again. I swear." She sat silently for a moment before speaking again. "Before yesterday I was just a kid, but starting today I am your woman. I swear to you Cameron, I will be loyal to you and stand by you, no matter what tries to tear us apart, and I will never leave your side as long as I live." ++++++++++ "You fucking bitch," Tyler screamed at Camille. He staggered away from her, his limp cock swinging lewdly between his legs. He fought down the urge to disgorge his breakfast, and then raised his hand to strike Camille in the face. She sat before him on the edge of the bed, chin lifted, with defiance blazing in her eyes. Tyler slowly lowered his hand in the face of her rebellion. He wanted to humiliate her and wipe that defiance off her face, but the bond was preventing him. If she would just hurry up and finish turning he could do with her as he chose, but until she could assume half wolf he was stymied. He turned from her in frustration and saw John sitting in the only chair in the motel room. Tyler had been feeling antsy staying in one place too long, so he had rented a motel room and moved them there last night. The motel was rundown and sleazy, but the management didn't require a credit card to rent a room. It was perfect for Tyler's purposes. For a brief second Tyler saw a look of smug satisfaction at his failure with Camille on John's face before John smoothed his features into a blank stare. Tyler clinched his fists in fury. He lurched across the room and backhanded John across the face. John grunted at the impact and prepared for the next blow he knew was coming. He looked at Tyler curiously when the blow didn't come. Tyler had a thoughtful expression on his face. Tyler looked from John to Camille. 'Maybe I can punish them both at the same time.' he thought. 'John is always so fucking noble about not wanting to take advantage of women, and there is no way that bitch is getting out of here without surrendering her hot cunt.' "I just had an idea," he said aloud and moved back to the center of the room. "I can't fuck her yet, but you can. I've seen how you two have been cozying up. Yeah, she may despise me, but you she likes. So, I'll just sit in that chair and enjoy the show. Now, you two get on the bed and fuck." John was horrified. He opened his mouth to refuse but the words wouldn't come out. He genuinely liked this brave girl and now he was going to be forced to take her when she didn't want him. He saw the dismay on Camille's face as he rose from the chair and approached where she sat on the edge of the bed. He knelt before her and took her hands in his. "We have no choice," he whispered to her. "I know," she said, and a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. John had to admit she was beautiful, and if she had truly wanted him, he would have been honored to make love to her. "Forget him," he said, "He isn't here." John ignored Tyler's laugh at his words. "Look at me Camille." She raised her brown eyes and the met his. If Camille could just summon the loathing she felt at Tyler's touch, perhaps he would feel it through the bond and make them stop. Camille struggled within, but felt herself reacting to John's soft voice, and the feel of his warm hands in hers. 'Where are you Mike?' She screamed in her mind. 'Where are you Cameron? Why haven't you come to save me?' Despair threatened to overwhelm her. She tottered on the brink of a mental meltdown, but John's soothing voice brought her back from the edge. "It's just you and me, okay?" John had been her only source of kindness, her fellow captive in Tyler's cruel game. Even now when he had no choice, he was striving to make it easier for her. He didn't deserve her loathing; he deserved much more than that. She nodded her head, and he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers. He leaned back and caressed her cheek then touched his lips to hers again. She felt her body respond to his gentle kisses and his soft caress. With a sigh, Camille gave in to Tyler's command, and opened her mouth to John's kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she forgot all about Tyler's presence as the heat of John's desire consumed her. She fed all her fear into her passion and she met his kiss with a force that surprised him. She yanked his shirt over his head with an urgency that bordered on desperation, and then urged him to stand in front of her. She attacked the button and zipper of his jeans and yanked his pants and underwear down, freeing his hard cock. She paused and drank in the sight of his rigid manhood. It was a full two inches shorter than Mike's seven inches but it was twice as thick, and stood out before him as hard as tempered steel. It twitched slightly with each thunderous beat of his heart, and the broad head was dark with engorged blood. Driven by her desperate need she leaned forward and caressed the huge head of his cock with her slightly parted lips. His cock jerked and he sucked in a ragged breath at the soft contact. She tilted her head around and ran her wet tongue from the base of his cock along the bottom of his shaft and up to the head before stretching her lips as wide as she could and sucking the massive head into her mouth. She could barely fit his wide dick into her mouth, but managed to slide half way down his length. She began bobbing her head, raking her soft lips over the inflexible skin of his shaft, and sucking as hard as she could. Young Wolves Ch. 10 John moaned as the heat of Camille's mouth engulfed him. She sucked him with such abandon that it surprised him. It had been so long since he had felt a woman's touch, and the avarice with which she devoured his cock pushed his excitement to dizzying heights. "Oh God, Camille," he moaned. "It's been too long, I can't last long." Her only response was to lightly run her fingernails over his balls as she sucked greedily on his cock. "Fuck, I can't hold it." "Yeah make him cum, bitch," Tyler said, as he stroked his own cock, but neither John nor Camille heard him. They were so lost in their own passion that, in that moment, Tyler didn't exist to them. Camille felt John's balls tighten up and his cock expand. She heard him grunt and his cock erupted in her waiting mouth. The size of the jet of cum that exploded out surprised her, and before she could swallow it, a second and third burst into her mouth. He was cumming so much that she wasn't going to be able to swallow it as it came out, so she slid her lips to the base of his head to make room in her mouth for the torrent. His cock continued to pump thick fluid into her mouth and she had to slide her lips to the very tip, just covering the hole, as he pulsed the last of his seed between her lips. She let his massive load slide down her throat as he staggered back a step. She stood quickly and slid her shorts and panties off, then removed her shirt and bra. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs revealing her most secret place to John's hungry gaze. John stared at the woman spread before him. Her eyes bore into his with a need he had never seen before. His gaze traveled down to her breasts. They lay on her chest with the hard pink nipples sticking up invitingly. He slid onto the bed and between her spread legs. He brought his mouth to her nipple and wasted no time sucking into his mouth. Camille sucked in a breath as he laved her bud with his wet tongue. He moved to the other and gave it the same treatment. Camille moaned as he lavished her sensitive nipples, but her desire fueled by her fear had no time for these games. She grabbed his head and pushed it down between her splayed legs. She growled in frustration when he paused to admire her saturated pussy. John stared with hunger at Camille's hot pussy. Her lips were swollen and flushed. Her juices seeped out of her slit and her engorged clit called for attention. He heard her growl her need, and couldn't make her wait any longer. He covered her pussy with his mouth and forced his tongue between her smoldering lips. Her juices flowed into his mouth as she arched her back at his intruding tongue. He lapped at her wet folds while she squirmed and thrust her pussy into his face. "Oh yes!" she cried, and clutched the sheets in her fists when he suddenly shifted his assault to her inflamed clit. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub then sucked on it voraciously. She squeezed her legs around his head and felt the stubble on his jaw scratching her inner thighs. The pleasure emanating from her pussy intensified when he moaned around her swollen clit. "Oh God, Oh God. Ohhhhhhhh yeeeeessss!" she cried, and her body shuddered as a powerful orgasm overtook her. John stayed on her clit as she thrashed through her pleasure and refused to surrender it until she pushed his head away. "Fuck, that was good," she said panting for breath. He quickly climbed up her body and nestled his cock between the folds of her drenched pussy. His manhood was as hard as granite and the only thought in his mind was burying himself in her body. Camille, still gasping, looked into John's eyes as he pushed his thick cock into her welcoming, but snug, entrance. She tried to relax her muscles as his immense width sought entrance. He pushed, but her tightness denied him. He tried again, with more force, and her entrance stretched to its limit. She felt tremendous pressure as he strove to impale her, and for a moment, it seemed he would fail. Then her opening expanded another fraction of an inch and he slipped inside. She gasped as he sank into her, never breaking eye contact with him as he settled into her depths. Without even pausing to allow her to get used to his girth he began thrusting into her as fast as he could. She cried out in discomfort and pleasure at the assault her pussy was enduring. She grabbed his ass with both hands and urged him on. They were two people lost in events that they could not control, seeking solace in the last place remaining to them. They sought escape in each other. Their bodies slapped together, and their cries of pleasure filled the room. They forgot everything except for the desperate pleasure they had found together. Camille wrapped her legs tight around his back and pulled him harder into her pussy with her legs, and gouged his back with her finger nails as he plowed into her vise like heat. "Oh, baby I'm close," John whispered in her ear as he continued pounding her relentlessly. "Yes, yes." she moaned. "Now!" he grunted and exploded inside her. Camille felt the heat of his cum coat her inner walls, and the added sensation pushed her into an orgasm of her own. Her pussy muscles clamped onto his jetting cock as waves of pleasure cascaded through her. When their climaxes had run their course John collapsed onto her. Neither heard Tyler's crude bellow when he came with them. They were too lost in their own passion to notice. John and Camille panted for breath and stared in wonder into each other's eyes. ++++++++++ He floated in an endless void. A great blackness surrounded him, and infused him with a sense of tranquility. 'Where am I?" he thought and was surprised when he heard an answer. 'That isn't important,' a voice said. No, not a voice exactly, it was more like the echo of a thought. 'Who are you?' he tried to say, but only his thoughts echoed in the vast darkness. 'I am you.' 'Who am I?' 'You are me. We are one.' 'You aren't making sense' he thought. 'Come, it's time to go.' Suddenly fear gripped him, 'No, I want to stay here.' 'You can't. We are needed' 'Needed? By who?' unbidden an image appeared before him. It was a breathtaking girl with long black hair and brilliant blue eyes. He was sure he knew her. "I need you," the image said, and then blurred and changed into an equally stunning girl with blonde hair. "Help us," the blonde-haired girl pleaded before changing again. "I love you," A young woman with shorter black hair and soulful brown eyes said. She dissipated, and a girl with mouse brown hair and a look of hopelessness replaced her. "Save me, brother," she begged, and then faded into the void. 'Wait! Come back,' he tried to say, but in the void he had no mouth. 'You have to go to them,' the non-voice told him. 'How?' 'Who are you?' It asked him. 'I don't know,' he cried out in frustration. 'If you want to help them, tell me who you are,' the voice demanded harshly. 'I am,' confusion clouded his thoughts. 'I am,' he could almost say it. The void shook and then stabilized. 'Who are you?" the non voice roared and the void trembled. Suddenly memories exploded into his consciousness and he knew. 'I am Cameron Reed!' the void shattered. Cameron's eyes shot open. He arched his back and sucked in a ragged breath. It was so sudden it startled the girl holding his hand. "Cameron!" she cried. His eyes were wild and jerked around the room for a moment before locking onto Sarah's face. "I", he croaked. "Am," he gasped for another breath. "Cameron Reed," he said and collapsed back onto the couch. ++++++++++ Author's note: First I would like to apologize. I know I said that this would be the last chapter, but I decided to split it into two chapters, so chapter eleven will be the conclusion. Second I would like to thank you, the readers. Without you this would all be pointless. And lastly I would like to thank the members of the guild (you know who you are). Your support and encouragement have been invaluable. Young Wolves Ch. 11 Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age. All characters are figures of the author's imagination. ++++++++++ The first thing Cameron realized after he woke and regained his senses was he still hurt. He could breathe now, but his ribs were tender to the touch and his body ached all over. The second thing was that he was starving. His body needed to replenish the energy it had burned healing his punctured lung. When all the women were satisfied that he was okay, he convinced his mother to make him something to eat. "How long was I out?" he asked between mouthfuls of food. "All night and all of this morning," Jenifer answered. "What time is it?" he asked. "It's just after noon," Beth said. Cameron was worried. He had to face Tyler in less than twelve hours and he hurt all over. He needed to rest and let his body heal as much as possible before tonight. "Please, help me to my room. I want to rest in my own bed." Before anyone else could move, Sarah was at his side. He smiled at her and draped an arm over her shoulder. Jenifer took his other arm and they helped him up the stairs. Beth ran ahead, opened his bedroom door, and pulled back the covers on his bed. Once he was comfortably in bed, Jenifer, Beth, and Sarah refused to leave his side. Trish and Sharon stayed in the living room and gave Cameron and the girls he loved some privacy. "Did anyone go to school today?" he asked. All three girls looked at him as if he were crazy. They chatted for a while, but Cameron noticed that Sarah was being strangely quiet. She opened her mouth a few times as if she wanted to say something and then closed it before looking away. "Sarah, what is it honey?" he asked finally. She looked startled at Cameron's question but took a deep breath and asked, "Cameron?" "Yeah honey?" he encouraged her. "I was wondering if you would bite me now?" Sarah asked, and then looked embarrassed. "It's just that I want to be completely with you as soon as possible." Cameron thought for a moment before responding. "I want that too; More than anything, but I want to wait until after this business with Tyler is over. I have no choice in risking the others, but I won't risk Tyler getting control of you too." "I understand, but I want to help." "Even if I bite you now, it would be a few days before your change was complete. I'm sorry Sarah but the only help you can give me now is staying safe until this is over. I promise I will change you as soon as I can." Jen and Beth raised their heads and cocked their ears toward his window. At the same time, Cameron heard a car coming up the drive. Sarah looked at each of them, confused by their sudden alert. Her human ears were unable to pick up the sound of the engine. Beth padded over to Cameron's window. "There is a red Honda coming up the drive," she said. "It's Mike," Cameron said, "I forgot about him." A few moments later he heard Mike and Trish coming up the stairs. His bedroom door swung open and Mike strode in with Trish behind him. Mike locked eyes with Cameron and his scent filled Cameron's nose. He instantly knew that Mike was an Alpha werewolf. His instinct took over and he reacted as an Alpha. Despite the pain that racked him, he threw off the covers and struggled to his feet. He took an aggressive stance and changed to half wolf. He could feel Mike's astonishment through the bond. "You stay away from my girls," he snarled, and then a deep growl rumbled from deep inside him. The girls were too surprised to move, but Mike promptly turned, sidled around Trish, and left the room. "Cameron what are you doing?" Jenifer asked. As soon as Mike left the room, Cameron's human reason reasserted itself and he changed back to human form. "Uh, I don't know why I did that," he said confused. "I realized that Mike is an Alpha and I just reacted." "He's an Alpha?" Beth asked. "Definitely," Cameron said. "Can you still feel him through the bond?" Jenifer asked. "Yes." "That's weird, it usually doesn't manifest until a werewolf can assume half wolf." Jenifer looked thoughtful for a moment. "Cam, do you have yourself under control?" she asked. "I think so," he said. "Why?" "I want to test something," she said. "Trish open the door, and Cameron, tell Mike to come in." Trish did as asked and Cameron told Mike to comeback into the room. Mike cautiously entered. "Sorry about that Mike," Cameron said. "Mike," Jenifer said drawing his attention, "Cameron says that you are an Alpha werewolf, and that means that you shouldn't have to obey Cameron unless you want to, but I noticed how you followed his command to leave instantly. Was that because he changed to half wolf and startled you, or because you had to?" "I'm not sure," he said looking confused. "Let's test it then," she said. "Cameron tell Mike to leave the room, and Mike you try to stay in the room, okay?" "Sure," Mike shrugged. "All right," Cameron said, "Mike, leave the room." Mike promptly turned and left the room. "Holy shit," Beth said. "You can command an Alpha." "What does that mean?" Cameron asked, and waved Mike back in the room from where he stood just outside the open door. "I honestly don't know," Jenifer said, "I have never heard of such a thing before." "It has to mean something," Trish added. "But what?" Sarah asked. She had kept quiet until now, being the only human in the room. "I wish I knew, Sarah. Alphas are actually a pretty rare thing. Some alphas go their whole lives without making another alpha. At least that's what Tyler told me," Jenifer said. "I wonder if every male Cameron turns will be an Alpha." "And will he have the same control over them?" Beth asked. "If he can, he could create a whole army of Alphas," Trish said. "Well, regardless," Cameron said. "I'm not doing that." A huge smile suddenly lit Cameron's face. "Why are you smiling like that?" Jenifer asked. "I just realized with Mike being an Alpha, I won't have to have sex with Camille to take her away from Tyler. Mike can do it," he said. "What the fuck?" Mike exclaimed. "Yeah I kind of left that detail out, but it doesn't matter now," Cameron said. "Thank God." He no longer had the specter of having to fuck his own sister hanging over his head and for a moment he felt euphoric, and then the gravity of still having to face Tyler injured crashed back into him. Cameron spent the rest of the afternoon resting and eating. His body demanded food at least once an hour. Despite the rest and food intake, he felt a bone deep fatigue that he just couldn't shake. After one attempt to make it down the stairs, he had to have food brought up to him. His ribs hurt every time he moved, and he didn't want to aggravate his injury any further. After a particularly embarrassing trip to the bathroom where Sarah had to help him get off the toilet, he made a decision. He would call Tyler and try to postpone their meeting until Saturday night. It was a hard decision to make. He desperately wanted for all of this to be over, but he could not afford to lose. Postponing meant leaving his sister in Tyler's clutches for another day, but losing meant that all the people he cared about would be in Tyler's grasp forever. He had Beth bring him the phone and he dialed the number. "Hello," Tyler answered. "Tyler, It's Cameron," "Yeah, I know who you are, dumb ass." "Something has come up and I can't make it tonight," Cameron said, "How does tomorrow night, same time sound?" "Fuck that," Tyler snapped. "You had better be there, you fucking coward, or you won't like what I do to your sweet sister." "Fine, I'll be there." Cameron said. He gritted his teeth and threw the phone across the room. No one needed to ask how the conversation went. Cameron spent most of the evening hours brooding silently, and he only spoke when some one said something directly to him. The only good thing that happened all evening was Mike finished turning and was able to assume his half wolf form. A pall of worry hung over the girls, and steadily grew worse as Cameron remained silent. They had become so used to Cameron's silence that they jumped when Cameron finally spoke. "It's only a few hours until I have to face Tyler," he said. "I want to speak to Mike alone for a while. The rest of you please go downstairs and wait for us to come down." He phrased it as a command so Jenifer, Beth, and Trish left without complaint, but Cameron had to smile reassuringly at Sarah before she reluctantly followed the others. ++++++++++ Jenifer and the others waited impatiently for Cameron and Mike to come down stairs. The minutes seemed to stretch into hours as the clock ticked ominously, counting down the seconds until Cameron must face Tyler. Sharon wandered around the living room lighting candles, more from anxiousness than a need for light. "What do you think they are talking about up there?" Sarah asked. "I don't know," Jenifer said. "Strategy, maybe?" Beth said. "Then why aren't we all up there planning together?" Trish asked. "I've got a bad feeling about this," Jenifer said. "Me too," Beth said and stared at the ceiling as if trying to see them through the layers of wood. "We will know soon enough," Sharon said lighting another candle, "No point in fretting." Sharon's words made sense, but it didn't stop them from worrying anyway. "One hour to go," Sarah said when the clock chimed eleven. Jenifer opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again when she heard Cameron's bedroom door open. They all fidgeted nervously as Cameron slowly descended the stairs, followed closely by Mike. They were relieved to see that he made it down without help and didn't wince in pain with every step. He positioned himself in front of them with Mike standing off to the side. His eyes looked troubled as he scanned over the women he loved. "I have made a decision," he said softly, "Mike and I are going alone." Pandemonium instantly broke out as everyone shouted at once in protest. "Quiet," Cameron barked, and stunned silence filled the room. "Why are you doing this son?" Sharon asked. "Because I am still hurt and I don't think I can win," he said simply. "I won't risk you all falling into Tyler's hands." He had to wait until their protests died down before he continued. "These are my instructions," he said. "You are to stay here. If Mike doesn't call you by one hour after midnight, you are to run. If you sense any danger or smell anyone approaching but one of us, you run. Get in the car and run, I don't want to know were you go. Just go somewhere and try to have a life free of Tyler. If either me or Mike survive, we will call you when we can." "Cameron please don't do this?" Jenifer begged, tears spilling from her eyes. "You need us Cameron," Beth said desperately. "We want to help you," Trish added. "I'm sorry," Cameron said, "No." "Son, think about what you are doing," Sharon said with a hint of panic in her voice. "I have mom," he said. "If they go and I lose, which is probable, Tyler will take them right then. I have no choice but to go. If I don't, he will hurt Camille." A deep growl rumbled from Mike when Cameron mentioned Tyler hurting Camille. Cameron glanced at Mike before continuing. "Mike and I go alone. That will at least give all of you a chance to stay free." Sarah rushed to him and gently cupped his face with her hands. She looked up at him with fear and desperation in her eyes. "Please don't go," she begged, "I can't lose you again. Please, baby?" He reached up, took her wrists in his hands, and removed them from his face. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. "I love you," he whispered to her, and saw the heartbreak written on her face as he stepped back from her. He looked up at the rest of the gathered women. "I love you all." He turned and strode out of the house. Mike glanced at the distraught women and followed him. ++++++++++ John and Allan watched Cameron's house from the tree line. A gust of wind rustled the leaves and Allan raised his head and sniffed. The wind blew gently from the west, across the old house to their concealed vantage point in the shadows of the black jack trees. "Almost time," John said. "One more hour." "This fucking sucks," Allan said and snapped a branch he had picked up. "Tell me about it," John agreed solemnly. His eyes were focused on the house, but the only thing he could think about was Camille; her beautiful face, soft skin, and the sounds she made when he was deep inside her. Neither boy was happy about the tasks Tyler had assigned them. Allan was to kidnap Sarah and bring her to the confrontation, and John was to do the same to Cameron's mother. Tyler planned to use them as leverage, and hinted at another surprise he had planned for Cameron, but wouldn't let them in on it. Allan had first gone to Sarah's house only to find she wasn't there, so he came here looking for her. His enhanced eyes had seen her pass in front of the window earlier, so much to his displeasure, he would have to follow Tyler's orders. Both boys snapped to attention when they heard Cameron's front door open. Cameron's scent reached them as they watched him descend his front porch steps. "What the fuck?" John was astonished when he smelled another Alpha and Mike Stamper followed Cameron out. He watched as the two boys climbed into Cameron's Impala. "Holy shit," Allan said as he watched the black car pull down the drive and turn onto the main road. "Cameron must have turned him. Mike is Camille's boyfriend after all." A surge of jealousy slammed into John's chest at the thought of Camille and Mike together. He sighed; there was nothing he could do about it. She loved Mike, and the one moment he and Camille had shared was gone. "Doesn't change what we have to do," he said glancing at Allan. "I know," Allan said. "He didn't take the girls with him. What if they try to stop us from taking Sarah and Cameron's mom?" "We will have to take them by force; we have no choice." "Well if it comes to that, let's do it as gently as possible. I don't want to hurt any of them." "Agreed," John said, "You ready?" Allan nodded. Suddenly a twig snapped behind them. Both boys spun toward the sound, and had only a split second before they were knocked to the ground, to realize that being down wind so Cameron couldn't smell them also meant that they couldn't smell anyone sneaking up on them. ++++++++++ The women stood in stunned silence for a moment after Cameron and Mike left. "Oh God," Sarah said, breaking the silence. "What just happened?" "I have no idea," Jenifer said woodenly. "Fuck!" Beth screamed. "Sorry," she added when Sharon looked at her. "Let's not count my son out just yet," Sharon said pointedly. "No one is counting him out," Jenifer said, "I believe in him. I just never thought we wouldn't be there to help him." Everyone heard the boards in the front porch creak and looked at the front door, hoping Cameron had changed his mind and come back. "Cameron," Sarah breathed in relief, and started for the door. She had covered half the distance when the door exploded from its hinges as though hit with a battering ram. Sarah covered her face and fell to the floor as splinters rained around her. Everyone gaped at the silhouette of what appeared to be a hulking man in the doorway. Jenifer, Beth, and Trish changed to half wolf and sprang to protect Sarah who lay stunned. Before they could reach the fallen girl, the windows on either side of the living room shattered. They spun toward the sound of breaking glass and saw several men clothed in black climbing through the windows. The curtain fell from one of the windows and landed on one of the candles Sharon had lit and burst into flame. Flames began to lick up the wall peeling the wallpaper as the women faced their assailants. ++++++++++ "What do you think?" Mike asked Cameron as they observed Tyler's pack den from the cover of the trees. Cameron pursed his lips as he surveyed the dilapidated house. It sat about thirty yards from the trees and the yard was overgrown with weeds. There was the remnant of a road that led to the highway. The house felt empty to Cameron. "I'm not sure," he said. The breeze picked up and rustled the leaves above them. Cameron sniffed the air and then wrinkled his nose in distaste. The house reeked of ammonia. "Why does it smell like that?" Mike asked shaking his head, trying to get the pungent odor out of his nose. "Tyler has doused the place with ammonia. He is trying to mask any scents we might pick up. He doesn't want me to know what's inside." "What do you think is in there?" Mike said, looking at the house for a clue as to what might be inside. Cameron probed his tender ribs with his fingers as he gazed at the house. "I guess we will find out." He glanced at his watch. "It's time. Are you ready?" "Let's do it," Mike said gathering his courage. Cameron took a deep breath and then winced as his lungs pressed against the inside of his injured ribs. "Here we go," he said, and strode out into the clearing in front of the house. He strode purposefully and came to a stop with Mike to his left about ten feet from the porch. As he stood waiting for Tyler to appear a fury like he had never felt came over him. The rage at Tyler sprang from deep within him and could not be contained. "Tyler!" He thundered. His sonorous voice echoed off the trees. Only the sound of crickets chirping in the night answered him, and his anger reached new heights. "Tyler!" He roared again. His cry deafened the night with the power of his rage. With a creak, the front door slowly swung inward, revealing a darkness so black that even Cameron's wolf eyes could not pierce into the interior. For a moment, the black doorway yawned before Cameron like the entrance to an abyss from which only his worst nightmares could materialize. The blackness stirred; a hint of movement, and then slowly, ethereally, Tyler emerged from the darkness. The moonlight rippled across his face as he became visible, and Cameron instantly noticed that Tyler the braggart and bully was gone, only to be replaced by a Tyler that was deadly serious and determined. As Tyler cleared the doorway, two more men followed him out into the night. Cameron was so intent on Tyler that at first he thought they were John and Allan. It wasn't until the acrid stench of poisonous snakes, which even the ammonia couldn't disguise at this distance, assaulted his nose that he realized he was mistaken. Cameron's rage fled as quickly as it had come at the sight of the vampires. It was replaced with resignation. He knew now that he and Mike would not survive the night. Now he needed to buy his mother and the girls as much time to get away as he could. The vampires flanked Tyler, one on either side of him as they approached Cameron and Mike. The vampire on the right had long black hair while the one on the left's hair was equally dark but cropped short. They gazed at Cameron with black eyes as lifeless as the grave. The longhaired one said something in Spanish and they both laughed. The sibilant sound of their laughter sent a chill down Cameron's back. Tyler and his vampire escort stopped about five feet in front of Cameron. "Where are the girls?" Tyler asked calmly. "Thought I would give them a head start in case I lose," Cameron said just as calmly, as though they were discussing something as mundane as the weather. Tyler nodded in understanding. "And my sister?" Cameron asked. Tyler tilted his head toward the house. "Inside, Tied up. She can't change to half wolf yet so I thought I would keep her out of the way." Young Wolves Ch. 11 A deep growl rumbled out of Mike at the mention of Camille being tied up. Tyler glanced at Mike before turning his attention back to Cameron. "I see you brought some back up," Tyler said. "And he's an Alpha as well." "You have some new friends yourself," Cameron said indicating the vampires. The vampires gazed at Cameron as though they weren't interested in the slightest. Tyler glanced at the vampires and Cameron was sure he saw a hint of regret on Tyler's face before he turned back to Cameron. "There were supposed to be three, but only two showed up," he said. A faint hope sprouted in Cameron. If Tyler was regretting his deal with the vampires maybe there was a way out of this. "Tyler," Cameron said carefully, "Despite our differences, we are both werewolves. These creatures with you are our enemies, and the enemies of all living things. It's not too late, Tyler. We can let go of this hatred we have for each other. Join Mike and me and let's kill these abominations. We can work out our differences peacefully after they are dead." The vampires didn't react noticeably but their attention seemed to subtly shift from Cameron and Mike to Tyler. "It takes three or more werewolves to kill a single Vampire, Cameron," Tyler said. "Besides you have no idea why I am doing this. You couldn't possibly understand." "Maybe I would understand if you talked to me about it," Cameron said, "And you are wrong about one thing. I killed the other vampire, one on one, last night in the woods. He must have been on his way here." Both vampires hissed at this news. "You lie," the shorthaired one spat. Cameron ignored the vampire and kept his eyes locked on Tyler. He saw doubt, hope, fear, anger, and even sadness flicker across Tyler's face before his features settled in an expression of resentment. Cameron's hopes crashed. "Enough," Tyler said, "Reed, you have taken from me and now I am going to take everything from you." Tyler took a step toward Cameron and shifted to half wolf. The vampires spread out to the side one preparing to attack Mike and the other ready to assist where needed. Cameron and Mike shifted to half wolf and prepared to fight. The sound of a car coming up the broken road to the house made everyone pause. "That's just John and Allan bringing my other surprise for you Cameron." Tyler growled through his muzzle. "I sent them to bring your mother and your precious Sarah." "Tyler you're a fucking bastard," Cameron growled. Suddenly Tyler looked confused, and Cameron looked around trying to determine what had distracted Tyler. Then he realized that he could here more than one car coming down the road. In fact, he could hear several car engines. The werewolves and the vampires stood frozen as seven black sedans pulled into the clearing and parked in a semicircle around them. The cars headlights shone blindingly on them, making it impossible to see who was driving them. The engines began shutting off but the headlights remained on flooding the area with light. Car doors began opening and several shapes piled out into the clearing and began spreading out surrounding Cameron, Tyler, and the others. Cameron didn't understand what was happening. He watched the shadowy figures spread out and surround them on three sides leaving only the old house as a possible escape route. He glanced at Tyler and saw that he was just as surprised as Cameron was. Suddenly he began picking up the scents of werewolves and lots of them, many of which were Alphas. Realization hit him. Their secret was out. Tyler's father and the rest of the Alpha council had come to deal with them at last. Cameron caught his mother's scent and sucked in a surprised breath. He looked around wildly, trying in vain to find her through the glare of the headlights. He also thought he smelled Trish, and if she were here then the others would be as well. If the people he loved were here, escape was out of the question. Escape became a moot point as four werewolves including two Alphas leapt onto the porch blocking the vampires who had turned as if they were going to flee into the house. The bloodsuckers cast their heads around wildly looking for another way out and then stopped and stood perfectly still when they realized they were trapped. As one, the werewolves surrounding them moved forward into the light. There were over twenty of them and Sharon, Sarah, Jenifer, Beth, Trish, John, and Allan were each being held by a werewolf on each side. Sarah looked terrified. His mother and the others looked worried, all except Beth who struggled mightily against her captors, thrashing with everything she had until the big werewolf on her left twisted her arm behind her back and she cried out in pain. "Beth," Cameron shouted, "Stop fighting." He resumed his human form and Mike followed his lead. She instantly stopped and the big wolf glanced at Cameron and let her arm out from behind her back. She sagged between her captors panting for breath. "Mom," Cameron said, "Is everyone all right?" "Yes, we're okay," she said but her voice trembled. "Let them go," Cameron barked at the assembled werewolves but they ignored him. He heard two car doors open and close in the darkness. The line of werewolves parted and a tall Alpha that looked to be in his late forty's with dark hair graying at the temples, and wearing an expensive black suit walked into the lighted area. He was followed by Karen who moved up and stood beside him. The wall of werewolves closed behind them. Cameron looked at Karen questioningly. "You never said specifically that I couldn't call him," she said and looked up adoringly at the Alpha that could only be her mate, Samuel. The distinguished looking Alpha ran his eyes over Cameron and Mike, and then Tyler before focusing his attention on the vampires. "What do we have here?" he asked in a deep voice that echoed with authority. "Father, I can explain," Tyler sputtered as he resumed his human form. Samuel held up a finger to silence Tyler. "In a moment," he said, "First things first, kill these," he paused as though searching for a word bad enough for the vampires. "Things." Every werewolf that wasn't holding a captive changed to half wolf and began slowly closing in on the vampires. Their low growls filled the night with malice as they stalked their pray. "You filthy dogs," the longhaired vampire said as he moved back to back with the other vampire. "You are all going to die. Our brothers are coming soon and we will feast on the blood of your women and children." Howls sundered the night as the werewolves leapt on the vampires. It was over in less than a minute, but the carnage stood testament to the viciousness of the battle. Several wounded werewolves lay on the ground whimpering while the others panted for breath. The remains of the vampires were spread on the ground. Scattered from the explosion of violence. Severed heads, arms, and legs lay grotesquely among strings of entrails, and their Acrid black blood covered the grass. "Now," Samuel said as the wounded were being helped to the rear. "Tyler, care to explain why I find you allied with vampires against those of your own kind?" He turned to his son and focused the full weight of his commanding presence, demanding an answer. "Father, it's not what it looks like," Tyler said with the desperation of a man that knows his plans are unraveling. "Really?" Samuel said with a raised eyebrow, "That's not what your mother and these others say." he gestured toward the captives. Tyler pointed at Cameron franticly. "It's all his doing," he yelled, "He made this pack and raped mother, and now he has commanded them to lie to you." "That's not true, sir," Cameron sputtered in indignation. Samuel turned his attention to Cameron and started to speak but Tyler interrupted him. "Shut up!" he screamed at Cameron. "Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking liar." Cameron needed to stop this accusation immediately if he wanted any chance of saving them, "Karen, Jenifer, Beth, Trish, as your Alpha I command you to answer any questions this man asks you with complete honesty," Cameron said loudly indicating Samuel. Samuel studied Cameron for a moment as though reluctant to hear the truth, for it meant confirming the guilt of his own son. He finally raised his voice. "Is what you told us earlier about my son and this boy Cameron Reed the truth?" he asked. "I'm sorry Samuel, but it's all true." Karen said, a tear escaping her eye and running down her cheek. The girls quickly added their agreement. Seeing his gamble was lost, Tyler panicked. "I'll fucking kill you," he screamed, and launched himself at Cameron in one last desperate act. Cameron prepared to defend himself, but before Tyler reached him, two large werewolves blocked Tyler's path. He snarled at them but stopped his advance. "What happened to you, son?" Samuel asked , showing the first sign of emotion. "Why would you do these things?" "What do you care?" Tyler spat. "You have never cared what happened to me or my mother." Samuel flinched, "That's not true, son. I have always loved you both." "Liar!" Tyler shouted. "If you loved us so much why do we live out here away from you? You never paid any attention to what I do. Well Dad, are you paying attention now? Are you?" Samuel only gaped at Tyler as though he didn't know what to say. Regret tore through him. Regret for having allowed his responsibilities as Governor of the Alpha council and his turbulent relationship with Karen to have kept him from him his son. Who clearly had needed him more than he realized. "Sir," Cameron said to Samuel, distracting him from his thoughts, "Tyler has my sister tied up inside. Could you please send someone in to untie her?" Samuel nodded and one of the werewolves trotted into the house and returned a moment later with Camille. She looked scared and little disheveled, but didn't seem to have been hurt. She blinked trying to adjust her eyes to the light and stared around in confusion until her eyes found Cameron and Mike. "You came for me," she cried and then fell to her knees sobbing. "Camille!" Mike shouted and ran to her. A few werewolves blocked his path until Samuel waved them back. Mike fell to his knees and took Camille in his arms and she wept onto his shoulder. John also tried to go to her but his captors held him fast. He snarled viciously until he saw Camille throw her arms around Mike. The pain that hit his heart at their embrace was so palpable he staggered. Hope blazed in him when her eyes met his and then that hope burned out when she buried her face into Mike's shoulder. "Thank you, sir," Cameron said relieved that Camille was relatively unhurt. Samuel didn't respond immediately "What am I to do with you and your little rouge pack?" he asked finally. Cameron took a deep breath and decided to take a gamble of his own. "May I speak, sir?" Cameron asked. "You may." "As you know from what your mate and my girls told you, none of us asked to be werewolves with the exception of Mike, who I turned so he could help rescue my sister, the girl he loves. With that in mind, I would like to respectfully request that my pack and I be allowed to join your nation and take our place as lawful members. I formally request a vote of the Alpha council, and if denied I would like to ask safe passage out of your territory for all of us." "Well put, lad," an older Alpha with grizzled gray hair said from the ring of onlookers. Several of the others nodded but just as many scowled angrily. "Did you really kill a vampire by yourself?" another younger werewolf called out and then was hushed by an Alpha standing next to him. An excited buzz passed through the assembled werewolves as they waited for Cameron to answer. Cameron nodded, never taking his eyes off of Samuel. The buzz grew louder until one of the Alphas barked for silence. "Very well," Samuel said. He felt a burgeoning respect for this young Alpha who had just effectively cornered Samuel into Calling for a vote. "Members of the council step forward." Eleven Alphas stepped forward and joined Samuel making them twelve in number. Cameron's heart thumped in his chest. This was the moment that would decide their fates. "Who will testify in support of Cameron Reed and his pack for admittance to the central territory?" Samuel asked formally. "I will," the old gray haired Alpha who had spoken earlier said. "Mathias Deeringwater testifies in support," Samuel said, "Proceed." The old werewolf made a great show of limping into the center of the ring of Alphas. When he began to speak his strong voice carried to all in the clearing. "We, the council, have all heard the tale told by these lovely ladies," he said. "The tale of how this boy, Cameron Reed, has made decision after decision to help those in need and to protect the ones he loves. He faced the vilest of enemies, the vampire, and was victorious. He came here tonight with but one companion to face almost certain death to rescue his sister and to give his mother and the rest of his pack time to get to safety." He paused for affect and met the eyes of each member of the council. "I say," he continued, "That we couldn't ask for a braver and truer lad to join us." He fell silent and limped back to his place. "Who opposes?" Samuel asked. "I do," An Alpha in his mid thirties stomped forward with a scowl on his face. "Arthur Treadwell testifies in opposition," Samuel said, "Proceed." "The council did hear the story Mathias referred to, but he left out one detail. This boy Cameron Reed is an Alpha that was turned by that girl," he said, and pointed at Jenifer. "She is not pure born and she created an Alpha." There were gasps among some of the werewolves watching while others looked confused, not knowing of the prophecy. Some among those who understood looked at Cameron with fear radiating from their eyes while others gaped at him in awe. "We of the council know how dangerous letting this boy and his pack live could be. I say we kill them all." He stepped back. Cameron looked at Jenifer in bewilderment. What did Jenifer turning him have to do with anything? She shrugged back at him, not understanding either. "Rebuttal?" Samuel asked. Mathias moved back to the center of the Alphas. "Only this," he said, "It is just as dangerous to kill him as it is to let him live. Remember there are two possible outcomes. Can we afford to take the risk by killing him?" He stepped back. Cameron was bewildered. He had no idea what they were talking about. He didn't want to reveal his ignorance, so stayed quiet. He would ask his questions later, if he survived. "Arguments have been heard," Samuel said, "I call for a vote. Yes for admittance and No for refusal." One at a time, the Alphas cast their vote. When only Samuel remained to cast his vote it stood six against Cameron and five for him. All eyes turned to Samuel. Being the Governor of the Alpha council his vote counted as two. On his vote rested Cameron and his loved one's fates. Samuel looked sadly at Tyler for a moment. Tyler gazed back defiantly. Samuel sighed and turned to Cameron, his expression grave yet resigned. "I vote yes. The motion for admittance passes." Cameron's legs almost buckled in relief. "Release them," Samuel said. Cameron's mother, Sarah, and the girls of his pack rushed to him and he took turns hugging and kissing them. "Let it be known that pack Reed is now and forever a member of the Central Territory with all the rights and privileges that come with it." "Wait," Cameron said, "What privileges are you talking about?" "A seat on the Alpha council now belongs to you," Samuel said, "As well as a monthly stipend for your pack from our many business ventures to be used at your discretion." "A stipend?" Cameron asked, "How much?" "Five thousand dollars per pack member, but it comes with a price. Each member of your pack, after college, will be required to either contribute by working in one of our many businesses or create a new business to add to our wealth. This money is for you to maintain your pack. This is on top of any salaries you and your pack may earn." "I understand, sir." Cameron said. "Please, call me Samuel," he said. "Also, humans are not allowed to know of our existence so your mother and this girl," he said gesturing toward Sarah "Will have to be turned." "Me?" Sharon asked, stunned. "I can't have sex with my own son." Many of the werewolves laughed, and Sharon looked affronted, which made them laugh even harder. "You misunderstand, Mrs. Reed," Samuel said, "Sex is only required when taking a woman from another Alpha. If Cameron is the one to turn you, he will be your Alpha." "Well, that's okay then," she said a little sheepishly. "And it's Miss Reed or Sharon." "Very well, Sharon, if you don't wish to be subservient to your son I would be happy to welcome you into my pack," Samuel said and smiled at her. He had not failed to notice that she was an attractive woman. "Oh," she said blushing at the appreciative smile he was giving her. It had been a while since such a good-looking man had looked at her like that. "I will have to think about it." "Of course," he said and turned back to Cameron. "One more thing, in capturing your pack we inadvertently caught your house on fire. I am sure it is burning to the ground even as we speak." Cameron was stunned. Irrationally, he started calculating how fast he could get home, and actually took a step before realizing the house would be long gone before he got there. "I am truly sorry about your personal belongings," Samuel said putting a hand on Cameron's shoulder. "But don't worry about where your going to live. I am taking Karen back with me where she should have been all along. So the mansion is yours now, for you and your pack to live in. I assume you have no objection to me reclaiming my mate?" "Not at all," Cameron said, a little overwhelmed by Samuel's generosity. Karen's face lit up at her mate's words until she heard Tyler's laughter. "Fantastic," Tyler said when he stopped laughing, "Now you're taking my house from me too. At least I don't have anything else you can take." "Wrong, Tyler," Cameron said, "There is still the matter of John and Allan. I promised to free them from you and that is what I intend to do." "You will have to fight me for them," Tyler said defiantly. "No, Tyler," Samuel said, "You are a criminal, and have obtained these pack members illegally. You will submit to Cameron and release those boys." Tyler snarled in hatred. "Never!" "Son, if you cooperate now it will help you when you are sentenced for your crimes." Samuel said, his voice softening. "I will never submit to him. Never!" Tyler spat. All the feelings of embarrassment, grief, and rage Samuel had been suppressing at his son's very public betrayal finally overcame him and exploded out of him. His face twisted in anger and he clinched his fists. "Then you will be made to submit," he roared, and many of the younger werewolves flinched. Samuel gestured and several werewolves leapt forward and grabbed Tyler. Tyler struggled mightily but there were too many and they began forcing his head down toward Cameron's feet. "Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrr!" Tyler screamed in rage at being forced to submit to his hated enemy. "Wait!" Cameron cried. They stopped forcing Tyler down but didn't let him up off his knees. Tyler stared up at Cameron with wild eyes, panting for breath. "What is it Cameron?" Samuel asked. "This doesn't seem right," he said. "If he is to submit to me, I want it to be because I earned it, not because he was forced." Many of the Alphas present nodded in approval, even some of the ones who had voted against him. Young Wolves Ch. 11 Samuel studied Cameron for a moment before speaking. "Very well, release him." The werewolves holding Tyler moved back and he climbed to his feet. He dusted off his jeans and then faced Cameron. "You should have let them force me, because now I'm going to kill you," he said with an insane glint in his eyes. "Are you going to do it, or just talk about it all day?," Cameron taunted. Tyler launched himself through the air at Cameron changing to half wolf mid leap. Cameron reeled back, changing to half wolf, and threw out his hands to catch Tyler. He shifted his weight to the side and spun throwing Tyler past him. Tyler twisted in mid air and landed on his feet. In the euphoria he felt at saving his pack, Cameron forgot about his injured ribs, but the maneuver he just performed reminded him as a sharp pain hit him in his side. He just managed to keep the pain from showing on his face. They circled each other looking for an opening. Cameron waited for Tyler to make a move. Tyler feinted at Cameron's face and then shot in at Cameron's legs in an attempt to take him to the ground, but he was ready. As Tyler's arms closed around his waist Cameron sprawled his legs back and drove his hips down smashing Tyler into the ground muzzle first. Tyler's muzzle hit the ground hard and it momentarily stunned him. Cameron sidled around the facedown Tyler in an attempt to get on his back. Tyler regained his senses enough to realize what was happening and surged to his feet, shucking Cameron off. Cameron raked his claws down Tyler's back leaving great gashes in his clothing and flesh as Tyler made his escape. Tyler winced in pain as the torn muscles in his back burned like fire and seeped blood into the blond fur on his back. He got clear of Cameron and turned to face his enemy. He ripped off his torn shirt and howled in rage. Cameron tried to ignore the pain in his ribs, but his hand clutched his side against his will. He circled Tyler and took heart that with Tyler bloodied he had evened the odds a little. "Come on baby," he heard Jenifer yell to him, fear quivering in her voice. Tyler went on the attack again, but this time, instead of trying to take Cameron down, he began swiping at Cameron with his claws. Cameron caught the first two blows on his arms but the third raked across his chest, tearing his shirt and slicing into his chest muscles. Pain seared through Cameron's chest, and he desperately changed his level and shot in at Tyler's legs. Cameron penetrated beneath Tyler's swinging arms, and crashed into his legs. They went down in a heap with Cameron on top, trapped between Tyler's legs. Cameron pushed himself up onto his knees giving him some distance and began raining his fists down at Tyler's face. He got in at least two good punches to the face before Tyler managed to grab him by the head and pull him down. Tyler opened his jaws wide and went for Cameron's throat. Cameron realized the danger and yanked to the side. He bellowed in pain as Tyler's jaws closed on his shoulder instead. Tyler's fangs sank deep into Cameron's shoulder and he began yanking his head back and forth, shredding the flesh. Cameron howled in agony as his blood gushed into Tyler's mouth. Cameron could here Sarah and Jenifer screaming, but they sounded like they were far away. Their voices faded in his mind as the searing pain in his shoulder consumed every concern but escape. He surged upward trying to free himself from Tyler's jaws, and cried out as the fangs ripped huge chunks of flesh from his shoulder. His arm hung loosely at his side, but he was free. He clawed desperately at Tyler's face with his other hand. His claws dug into Tyler's forehead and he dragged them down Tyler's face. He could feel Tyler's skin peeling away under his sharp nails, and felt Tyler's eye burst into jelly as he raked a claw through it. Tyler let out an inhuman scream and began thrashing wildly. He flailed his arms and legs mindlessly from the pain. Cameron feeling Tyler's legs release him, slipped over them and straddled Tyler's stomach with a knee on the ground to either side. He made a fist with his good arm and rained down blows, as if he were swinging a hammer, on the gravely injured Tyler. Tyler turned over onto his stomach to escape Cameron's assault. He was now on Tyler's back and saw an opportunity to end it. He slipped his arm around Tyler's neck, and with a supreme effort latched his hand onto his injured arm just above the elbow. His mangled shoulder screamed in protest, but he forced the arm to move and brought his hand behind Tyler's head catching Tyler in a rear naked choke, a choke he knew well from his jiu jitsu training. He rolled onto his back bringing Tyler on top of him and wrapped his legs around Tyler from behind. With every bit of strength he had left, Cameron arched his back and squeezed his arms tight around Tyler's neck. Tyler gurgled as the blood flowing to his brain through his jugular vein was stopped by Cameron's vice like grip. Tyler's arms clawed at the air as his brain struggled to function without the oxygen provided by his blood. His remaining eye sought out his father and he reached out to him as though looking for help as the blackness closed in on him. His arms fell limply, and darkness overtook him. Cameron held the choke for a moment after he felt Tyler go limp then released it before he killed him, He rolled Tyler's limp form off him, and for a few seconds, lay beside his defeated enemy gasping for breath. He knew he had to get up, and his body trembled in pain as he struggled to his feet. He stood clutching his ribs with his good arm while blood flowed freely from his chest and shoulder. "Is it over?" he asked, swaying. "Yes, It's over," Samuel said staring down at his son with an unreadable expression. Karen sobbed and ran to Tyler. She fell to the ground beside him and wept bitterly while trying to stop the blood flowing from his wounds with her hands. Cameron turned to his pack, shifted to human form and staggered towards them. He tried to smile as they rushed to him but dizziness over took him and he collapsed into their arms unconscious. ++++++++++ Cameron drifted in and out of consciousness over the next few hours. He vaguely remembered being loaded into a car drifting off again and then waking in the mansion in an incredibly large and soft bed. He spent most of the next week in bed, recovering from his injuries. Jenifer, Beth, and Sarah spent most of that time at his side. His mother of course checked on him regularly and he had visits from Mike and Camille, and Trish and Allan, and John as well. He even got a visit from Samuel and several members of the Alpha council. They instructed him in council protocol and told him that Tyler had survived but his eye would never heal. The also told him that Tyler had been sentenced to ten years of confinement for his crimes. On his third day of recovery, he shifted to half wolf and bit Sarah so she could officially join the pack. On the fourth day while Sharon was at her new job, courtesy of Samuel, and Sarah was home suffering from the change sickness, Beth announced to Cameron that she had been too long with out his dick and promptly licked and sucked it into full hardness. She was just getting into it when Jenifer caught them, and laughing, joined Beth in giving Cameron a fantastic blowjob. Working together they lavished Cameron with their love and devotion while he lay back in rapture. Jenifer ran her fingernails over his balls and Beth stroked his shaft while they both licked around the head of his cock. He playfully pretended to be still too injured to get up, so the girls had to take turns riding him and straddling his face so he could lick their pussies until they were all three completely satisfied. The next day proved to be just as wonderful as the newly turned Sarah arrived and asked her new sisters to give her and Cameron some privacy. He could here all three of them giggling outside the door. Cameron gasped when Sarah entered the room and shut the door behind her. She had definitely been learning from Jenifer because she looked stunning. Her lavender dress hugged her curves and showed a hint of cleavage. The dress and her silky black hair done up in pig tails had Cameron as hard as rock seconds after she entered the room, and her natural scent coupled with her perfume made him dizzy with desire. She locked eyes with him and sensually moved toward the bed. "What are you doing?" Cameron asked, He could smell her arousal and his heart raced at her approach. "Something that's long overdue," she said her voice husky with desire. Cameron could feel her nervousness through the bond as she climbed onto the bed with him. The two other times she had sex it was a spontaneous thing, but actually planning to make love to Cameron had her a nervous wreck. Cameron gathered her into his strong arms and gently pressed his lips to hers. "I love you," he whispered and all her fears disappeared. He kissed her thoroughly and almost without her knowledge, her hands began removing her clothes. Cameron helped and soon they were both naked. Cameron paused and admired her gorgeous body. "You're beautiful, Sarah," he whispered before laying her on her back. His mouth captured hers and he felt her passion match his own. He licked and kissed her neck and breasts, reveling in her moans of delight. His cock seemed to find its way to her moist entrance of its own accord as he continued kissing her. Her mouth opened in a silent "O" and her eyes shot open wide and then rolled back in her head as he slid into her warm depths. He paused when his manhood was fully encased inside her warmth, then began slowly sliding in and out of her as he dreamily caressed her tongue in a sensual kiss. He increased his pace when she began thrusting her hips up to meet him. Sarah was lost in her passion. Nothing in the world mattered to her but the throbbing pleasure of her lover deep inside her. All inhibitions gone she met his passion with a fire of her own that threatened to consume her. When her orgasm overtook her it shattered her senses, and her body thrashed and quivered uncontrollably. She realized somewhere in the back of her mind that she was babbling nonsensically, but didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the waves of pleasure he was causing to tear through her body. Cameron could feel her orgasm through the bond and it drove him into an incredibly powerful orgasm. His body just couldn't take the sensation of her pleasure on top of his own. He cried out as he released inside her. His cock pulsed with sensation as it pumped his seed into her, and he couldn't contain his grunts of pleasure as her pussy muscles fluttered around his shaft. They rode out their orgasms together and then collapsed into each other's arms. Sarah wept with joy and Cameron gently stoked her hair as he held her. The next few months went by in a blur, and in all the bustle Cameron forgot to ask Samuel about the disturbing things that were said during the council's vote on his pack's acceptance. Bank accounts were set up in Cameron's name for his pack's stipend, and Cameron and the others went back to school. It finally took an intervention on Samuels's part and a healthy donation to the school, Cameron suspected, to get the principle to let them all graduate after all the days they had missed. Sharon had still not decided if she wanted to be in Cameron's pack or Samuel's, but she had been out to dinner with Samuel several times, and had been spending time with Karen as well. The two women were becoming great friends it seemed. Cameron noticed his mother humming happily to herself after her dates with Samuel, and figured it was only a matter of time before she joined his pack. She deserved to be happy, and Cameron sincerely hoped that she would find love again. If it was with Samuel, so be it. Though having Tyler as a step brother disconcerted him a little. Summer came as it always does and it found Cameron sitting next to the pool behind the mansion, watching his pack at play. Allan and Trish were trying to dunk each other in the clear blue water. Sarah, Jenifer, and Beth were splashing each other like sisters have always done, Camille laughed at something Mike was saying while John swam nearby. Cameron felt at peace. His pack was together and safe. He had the love of three beautiful women, Allan and Trish were reunited, as well as Mike and Camille, and John was his usual quiet self. At that moment, all seemed right in the world to Cameron. Jenifer called for him to come play, and he smiled as he went to join them. ++++++++++ In time, Events would force Cameron to fulfill his destiny as foretold in prophecy, but that is another story. ++++++++++ Author's Note: Well, the end has come at last. Writing this story has been an amazing journey of discovery for me. Having never written anything longer than ten pages before, no college degree, and high school English twenty years in the past, I had serious doubts that I would be able to produce something of length and quality that readers would accept and enjoy. I have been amazed and humbled by the many wonderful comments I have received on this story. I would like to thank the members of the guild (you know who you are) whose support has sustained me through many a blank page, but most of all I want to thank each and every reader that has stuck with Cameron and me to the end of this tale. I hope you will all come back for the stories I plan to write in the future. Sincerely, Sirreadsalot10