8 comments/ 11660 views/ 12 favorites A Story of a Change By: Boundlife He lifted his nose and sniffed again. Padding silently through the trees, he followed her scent. Yes, there she was. Waiting for him, without knowing he was even a possibility. *** It had been a long struggle, but she was finally starting to get stronger. Vickie Stark finished chemo early last December. Now it was the end of May and she was getting restless, always a good sign. After brain surgery, radiation, and months of chemotherapy, the tumour at the base of her brain had call for a truce and was now dormant. After some time in rehab, she could get around in the house, although she still used a walker. Moving back in with her parents wasn't the worst thing about getting sick. Vickie and her family got along great. Her Mom and Dad remembered she was an adult, mostly, and even leftover casserole kicked hospital food's ass. Between her books, TV, and computer, she kept busy. Vickie just wanted to do something without anyone hovering and worrying. They even watched when she walked to the end of the drive for the mail. But since she did need the help and care, she couldn't really complain. When the doctors found her tumour, she was living in the city, a year away from a biology degree. Vickie thought of the acreage as home. It was where she grew up and where her family lived. She loved the trees, and she even liked being woken up at ungodly hours of the morning by the song birds. But it was a little lonely being in a small town. She missed her friends in the city. She missed debating weird things like, whether the latest blockbuster has artistic merit, while drinking mochas. She missed being able to take care of herself. She missed her lost independence. Vickie had never really liked bars or clubs. The noise gave her a headache, and now moving lights made her dizzy. She preferred going to movies or to a live performance. She was going to see a different kind of show this evening. The skies were clear, the night warm, so nothing would block tonight's meteor shower. Vickie's younger sister, Jen, helped her take a sleeping bag and a couple pillows out the back gate, down a short path and into a clearing. They spread out the sleeping bag and Vickie sat down. "Do you have the cell?" "Yes, it's on the walker seat." "Are you sure you'll be OK? I can stay with you." "Jen, I'm barely out of the yard! Don't worry. If I need help I'll call." Vickie smiled up at her fretting sister and sighed, "I'll be fine." "You are so weird." "I love you too," Vickie replied. Jen just shook her head and left. When she was gone, Vickie looked around and blushed. She was in the middle of a field, open enough to give her a good view of the sky, small enough that she didn't feel overly exposed. A combination of steroids and forced inactivity had lead to a weight increase that left her feeling unattractive. Vickie took off the oversized T-shirt and shorts she had on. Underneath, she was only wearing a light blue silk chemise that looked almost silver in the moon light. "I just want to feel pretty and feminine," Vickie thought, "There's nothing wrong with lying in the middle of a field... alone... at night... in lingerie... People do it all the time." "Sure they do," Vickie muttered, as she lay down. She arranged herself on her back and rested her hands on her stomach. Watching the sky, she let her mind wander. *** Will Conall was enjoying the beautifully moon lit night. It was a myth that he and his kind had to change on the full moon. The light just made it easier to be seen, while making it harder for humans to assume they were just seeing a large dog. Silver did nothing to hurt him and Will didn't know anyone who ever thought a baby would be nice for dinner. But since werewolves were a myth too, there was no point to setting the record straight. One thing that never made the story books was the ability to smell and taste emotions, and basic personality traits. Dogs could do this also, but his senses were better developed. People already suspect this. If you are afraid of dogs you are told, "Don't let them smell your fear." Dog owners talk about how Rex or Cookie is a wonderful judge of character. Scientists would say it's just reading body language. He knew better. Besides, describing color to the blind would be easier than describing the taste of joy or sorrow. Will had a reputation in town of being a bit antisocial. He was always polite, but he didn't encouraged conversation, never feeling the need. He just preferred sticking to his own kind, where he could be himself. Keeping track of cover stories was a lot of work. Women were another thing he didn't encourage. He had a few relationships, in University with humans, later with wolves from other packs, but sex without commitment did nothing for him. It seemed like pizza without cheese, missing something. Worrying about killing the girl also didn't help. Some of his pack brothers had a new woman every week. The way some of the guys chased tail, Will was surprised there hadn't been any "accidents". In human/werewolf sex an "accident" doesn't lead to 3 o'clock feedings. If a male wolf bites a human female, he must declare her as his mate, or she will die. Since werewolves mate for life, with no annulments, this is big deal. If the woman lives she becomes a bitch, literally. (The effects of a bite vary depending on circumstances.) To further complicate matters, after being bitten, women are unable to mate until they have completed the change to werewolf. (Mother Nature not being a fan of shotgun weddings.) This can lead to unusual love triangles. She is free to claim the wolf who is bound to her or any unclaimed male who wishes to mate with her. She could even choose not to mate and play the field. (Mother Nature being a fan of options.) Leaving Mr. Teeth a big ball of unrequited everything. (Mother Nature not being a fan of mating for convenience.) Human teeth were safer, since breaking skin was less likely, but even light biting was a no-no for safety reasons. Werewolves can find the no biting rule difficult because love bites are fairly standard for them. When they mate, instead of you may kiss the bride, it would be more accurate to say, you may bite the bride. (Although vows are all matings and weddings have in common as a ritual.) Will knew all the horror stories. He knew to stay away from human in wolf form. He knew his wolf incisors easily could pierce human flesh and all the possible consequences. Of course none of this was on his mind as he ran the perimeter of the estate or when he caught the scent. A woman he couldn't quite place, was baring her soul to the wind and the earth. He could smell her gentleness and caring nature, her sense of humour and mischievousness, her vulnerability and her strength, and underneath it all, her love of life, tempered by loneliness and loss. He lifted his nose and sniffed again. Padding silently through the trees, he followed her scent. Yes, there she was. Waiting for him, without knowing he was even a possibility. He left the estate, heading toward the Stark home. When he reached the clearing behind their yard, Will stopped. She was the neighbour's daughter, Vickie, luring him with her scent, like a siren with her song. Except for her, the area was empty and a screen of trees hid them from the house. The logical part of him wanted to change to his human form, and spend the night talking, learning everything he could about her. His body and his primal wolf side had another idea, explore her body and read her more directly. Instinct won. Will slowly crawled toward her, trying not to scare her. Little noises came unbidden from his throat, begging her to let him explore her inside and out. He watched the fear that filled her eyes slowly be replaced by confusion. He reached her foot, placed his nose on her instep, and breathed in. She was complex, yet remained uncomplicated. Eyes closed, he slowly dragged his tongue up the bottom of her foot, off the end of her big toe. Information flooded his brain, confirming what he found in her scent. His eyes opened facing the sky. The streaking shooting stars mirroring the feelings streaking through him. He had to know this woman, all of her. *** Vickie watched as the first meteors shot through the sky. The full moon was shinning so brightly, she could almost read by it. As she lay there, she thought about what life had brought her. She thought about how some strangers reacted to her now. Some tried to pretend she didn't exist, ducking past her to get through a door first, and then leaving it to slam in her face. Some treated her as if she were mentally challenged, talking to her companions, instead of her. Seeing the extreme reaction people could have to her, left her feeling insecure. Knowing she could trigger other's insecurities had Vickie fighting an insecurity feedback loop of her own. She also thought about how normal she felt. She could jump up, sprint around the clearing and turn cartwheels, in her mind. That normal feeling would leave when she struggled to stand, a reminder of the loss of abilities, once taken for granted. She heard a cough like sound at the edge of the woods. There Vickie saw a huge wolf. It seemed too big to be real, more like something out of a movie. Her mind was whirring, trying to think of a way to escape. Standing up was pointless; she would be puppy chow before she got to her knees. "Ha, ha, puppy chow, good one, too bad no one will hear it." All she could do was lay quietly and hope she didn't become dinner. The animal crept closer. Just when she was sure it was going to pounce, she heard a small whine, like a begging dog. Vickie had a flashback to her animal behaviour class. This was submissive behaviour. The wolf placed its nose to her foot. Vickie became too confused to be afraid. She had to be dreaming, but this felt too real. When it licked the bottom of her foot, confusion seemed like a waste of energy. The beast used unhurried, deliberate licks to travel up her ankle and lower leg, as if it were savouring a delectable morsel. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should have been scared, terrified, but this felt almost comforting, loving, while making her hotter than she remembered ever being. She watched as the wolf nudged her legs apart with the top of his head. She felt a cool breeze hit her warm moist slit, reminding her she was bare under the chemise. She felt a small gush. This was a wild animal, she should not be getting wet, or wishing for his tongue all over her body. "What are you thinking Vickie!" At least she knew she was awake. The soft caress of his fur, the heat of his tongue leaving a quickly cooling trail of moisture. She couldn't imagine sensations this vivid. Vickie started to move her legs together. The wolf stared into her eyes. She felt herself being almost hypnotised by the deep blue eyes that radiated intelligence. He wanted her. She wanted him. Everything else ceased to matter. Without breaking eye contact, the wolf used his snout to prod for accesses to her pussy. She spread her legs wide, opening herself to him. She started to breathe harder. Her heart beat faster. The wolf returned to the trail he was following, licking up her sensitive inner thigh. When he reached her silk garment he flipped it up over her hips. He moved back to take in what he revealed. His intense gaze hit her with a physical force. She moaned and arched her back as a flush crept over her skin. *** After Will had first tasted this astonishing creature, his mind went on autopilot. She hesitated and started to pull back once, but he refused to give ground. As long as her body responded, he would not yield without a definite stop. He would make her shatter and taste her emotional core. Her moaning pulled him back into himself. The sight and smell of her arousal, made him proud, made him feel powerful. He tasted the juices she made for him. The space between her legs became his universe. He could stay there forever, drinking in her glorious essence. She was so delicate, so fragile, with a fierce inner strength. His tongue parted her labia, moving up to caress her swelling clit. She gasped and lifted her hips, wordlessly encouraging him on. Will deftly moved his tongue in and out, exploring her lush folds. His nose gently stroked her nub. Her fingers dug into the flannel beneath her. She writhed in fevered desire. Her hips thrusting, he began to earnestly fuck her with his mouth. A growl rumbled in his throat as she moved from soft moans to incoherent pleads for completion. He felt her inner walls contract, heard her ecstatic cries, and tasted her bliss as she came. He was startled out of his reverie by a howl coming from the direction of the estate. Will swung his head toward the sound as his jaw dropped. Her leg jerked, attracting his attention. His adrenaline bolstered lust compelled him to mark her as his. As the last waves of her surreal orgasm rolled over her, she saw the wolf open his mouth and clamp onto her thigh. She flared into a state of sexually charged oblivion. Images flashed through her mind. She knew the wolf was Will Conall. She knew that she needed him. She knew she was in danger, and only he could save her. Then every thing went black. The taste of her blood both excited and calmed him. He loved her. She was everything to him... She was dying. Will changed forms quicker than he ever had before. He scooped up Vickie, cradled her to his chest, and ran back to the estate. He burst into the manor and was immediately confronted by his father. "William, when did this happen?" Dr. Conall took Vickie's wrist to evaluate her pulse. He didn't need to ask what happened; he could smell it in pungent detail. "Dad, I need your help," Will sounded calm while his eyes raced. "You know there is nothing I can do for her." "I just need time... The rest is mine." "Yes, go, we'll talk later." As Will took Vickie up the stairs she started to mummer, "please... help... need... Will... need... please..." "I know, I know Angel," he whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so sorry." Will knew what she needed. She needed him to pledge fidelity to her. She needed him to come in her, and climax around him in return. She needed him to declare her his mate. It surprised him that it was what he needed and wanted too. Will opened the door to a large bedroom, decorated in blues and browns. Closing the door again he locked them in. Swooshing the comforter to the floor, he carefully placed her on the king sized bed, and stood up. When his hand left her body Vickie began to beg, "Please... please... please..." "Hush, Angel, I'm here. I always will be." Will crooned as he walked to the end of the bed and crawled up beside her. Vickie was helpless, weak from his bite and the treatments that ravaged her body. All that had happened, and all that would happen were his onus. He needed to make this right. He shifted, moving his body to cover hers. His lips found hers, tenderly kissing her, wary of her response. She returned his kiss with hunger and abandon, melting his discretion. They greedily explored each other's mouths, there hands buried in the other's hair. Will broke the kiss and slid his mouth to her ear. As he nibbled on her lobe he breathed into her ear, "I am now your protector. I do this for love, and I will become worthy." Vickie shivered and started to mewl. Every word he whispered in her ear ricocheted through her body coming to rest in her center. Will nuzzled his way down her neck. She growled in her throat. He hardened and growled back response. He lifted himself and kneeled between her legs. He took the hem of her shift and rent it off, dropping it by her head. She looked so soft and helpless, triggering his instinct to care for his mate. He slid his hands up her sides, pushing her arms up. He crossed her wrists and gently bound them with the torn silk, leaving her unable to give, only receive. Into her right ear he whispered, "relax...just be...let me worship you." As he sucked on her ear lobe, he felt her exhale as if she had been holding her breath. He drifted down her neck and chest, kissing, nipping, licking. She squirmed, trying to feel as much of his naked flesh as possible. Her hips rolled, seeking fulfillment. He reached her breast and instantly latched on to her nipple, prodded on by the deepening scent of her arousal and his own strengthening need. He placed a hand between her breasts, feeling her heart pound. She arched her back and bit her lip. "Will...please..." she couldn't tell if her pleads left her throat or not. He turned his head to devour her neglected nipple. He shifted removing all obstacles to caressing her stomach and her soft inner thigh. His hand settled on her throbbing pussy. "Oh, yes...yes...more," she encouraged him, grinding herself against his hand. One of his fingers slid into her, soon to be joined by a second. He stroked her inner walls. His palm massaged her clit. She was so wet, so hot. He could feel her dripping off his hand. He could hear her moaning. He could see her lips move as she tried to speak, but all she could manage was, "Will...need...take... me..." His cock jumped, trying to follow her command, and he thought he would come right then. With his free hand, he grabbed a pillow and pulled it down to the middle of the bed. He removed his fingers and tasted them. A moan of ecstasy bubbled from his chest, quieting her cry of loss. The pillow seemed to almost materialize beneath her hips. He slipped back between her legs. He rubbed himself along her opening becoming slick with her arousal. One thrust and he was buried deep within her. She was so hot, tight and wet. She was more than perfect, she made him feel perfect. He savagely kissed her as he began to deliberately stroke in and out, luxuriating in the intimate caress. His hands went to her hips to control her movements. He could feel her tension build, and she started to quiver. "That's right Angel, come for me. Even if you don't claim me, I will never regret declaring you..." Vickie was oddly silent as she came with unexpected suddenness and ferocity, pulling Will over the edge with her. Will more than compensated for her mute reaction, squeezing the bite he left on her thigh and roaring,"MINE!" He held her tight, fully embedded, as he came in her. Her body contracted around him, milking him as if afraid of missing a drop. As their breathing and heart rates returned to normal and he began to soften, he slid out and unbound her hands. He moved onto his side and tenderly pulled her into his chest. She snuggled into their spooning, gave a satisfied sigh, and fell deeply asleep. As Vickie slept, Will monitored her breathing, occasionally managing to doze. At about five in the morning, he heard people down stairs and smelled coffee. His parents were up; everyone else would still be sleeping. He was a little anxious about going to discuss what happened last night with them. They weren't just his parents, but also the alpha pair of the pack. Walking into the house naked is par for the course, but biting humans. That put the pack at risk. Hiding the effects is difficult, and the pack didn't need any exposure. Not to mention that he changed, then devoted himself to a woman that didn't know any thing about werewolves or mating. Sex and nudity are a basic part of a werewolf's life. Changing into a wolf is hard on clothes. If you are going for a run, it makes sense to strip down before leaving the house. Besides, carrying any thing is impractical and no one wants gather up discarded clothing when they change back. After group runs, frequently, no one bothers going back to the house, sleeping in a pile of naked bodies. Heavy petting between individuals without a close blood tie is common. Even mated pairs are physically affectionate with other members of the pack. It was part of the complex nonverbal communication they had. A Story of a Change It was time to bite the bullet. Will snuck out of bed, and lovingly covered Vickie with the comforter. He grabbed his robe and as he put it on, he quietly left the room, leaving the door ajar so he could hear if she stirred. "Morning," Will greeted his parents, pouring a cup of coffee to keep his hands busy. "Sit," Henry Conall ordered. "Henry!" Mary Conall admonished her husband. "How is Vicky this morning?" "Yes, how's her breathing? Is there any redness around the mark site? Have you..." Mary squeezed her husband's hand. He fell silent and sat back. Will sat facing his parents across the kitchen table, "Vickie is sleeping. Her breathing is good. I haven't seen how her leg is this morning, but there was no adverse reaction last night." He stared into his coffee and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Mary squeezed Henry's hand again keeping him still. Will recounted the relevant events from the prior evening. "I knew I should have never gotten near her like that. I should have left and went to her this morning, but I can't and won't regret bonding myself to her." Mary and Henry gave each other a knowing look. Their son was a wolf who felt the call to mate strongly, making fate his matchmaker. "We called the Starks after you got here. Luckily they didn't know she was gone. We told them you found Vickie with a spider bite, and she was having a bad reaction. Your dad convinced them she would get better care here for the night. They'll be here at eight to take her to the hospital." As Mary spoke, Will's eyes grew wide with panic, but he kept his mouth shut. He could never fix the harm he caused but he could stop making more trouble. "Did you know she's ill?" Dr. Conall asked, slipping into doctor mode. Will nodded his head. He didn't have any details. He only knew that it serious for humans, and helped make her who she was. "She has a tumour in her brain stem. I don't know what will happen when she changes." Dr. Conall took off his glasses and cleared his throat. "She could be cured, but she could just as likely become a quadriplegic or even die." Will stood up. "I'll get Vickie cleaned up." He turned and left, unable and unwilling to deal with any thought of the future. After drawing a bath, he watched Vickie sleep for a moment, then brushed some hair from her face. "Angel, wake up." "Will?" "You may need to go to the hospital, would you like a bath first?" Without thinking, she tried to stand. She would have ended up on the floor if Will hadn't caught her. "May I?" he asked, as he gathered her into his arms, placed her into the tub, and began washing her. She was embarrassed, being so weak, so she didn't say much, just mumbling her thanks. Will wished he could slide in the tub behind her. He imagined slipping into her. His hands exploring the body in front of him, finding the spots that create the greatest response. When she was clean, he got her out of the tub, dried her, and took her back into his room. His mom had changed his sheets and was taking a T-shirt out of his drawer. "Here, you can wear this Vickie." She helped Vickie into the shirt, tucked her back into bed, and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm so glad you're here, sweetheart." Vickie smiled, closed her eyes, and was asleep again. "Take some clothes, and shower in our room in case the Starks arrive early." Mary ordered. She watched as he grabbed some thing to wear. "Don't worry Pup, for the same reasons you were drawn to her, she'll be fine." When the Starks arrived, they went straight up to Vickie. Before they could even open their mouths she started to beg, "Please don't make me go." Will was at her side in a shot, smoothing her hair, whispering words of comfort into her ear. Dr. Conall smiled and suggested that they go downstairs to discuss the situation. Mary said she missed taking care of people and seeing Will jump to Vickie's side, clearly showed his feelings. Soon, Mr. and Mrs. Stark were convinced that the Conalls wanted Vickie to stay as much as she wanted to stay. They decided to defer to their daughter, confident in her care. Besides, Vickie was an adult who could and should make her own decisions (even if they wished they could take over) *** For the next few days, Vickie slept. Will woke her up, fed her, and helped her take care of all her personal care needs. On the evening of the third day she awoke. Will went to help fix dinner, mostly to give Mary a chance to talk to Vick. "How much do you remember of the night you came here?" Mary softly asked. Vickie looked down. She could remember every kiss, every caress, every lick, the whole amazing, unexpected, torrid, unbelievable night. She shivered and blushed at the thought. "All of it." "So you understand that we are werewolves." "Yes." "And now you are too." "I figured that I would be a... werewolf now. That sounds so weird. A few days ago I thought werewolves were a legend, mostly found in bad horror movies and cheesy porn." Mary laughed, "It is a lot to take in." Vickie took a big breath. She was starting to understand. "When Will... marked me, I saw things. They were something like instincts, weren't they?" Mary smiled, "Yes, everything you need to know, although you will need a reminder, or some clarification on the details." "That's why it feels like I knew about this before. I'd probably be freaking with out it." Mary placed a hand on Vickie's knee, "Will was wrong to approach you like that." Vickie's eyes shot up, and filled with panic. The tenderness and passion, the openness, hearing that it was wrong, filled her with fear. That night she felt whole. Every thing that she couldn't do didn't matter. A man loved her for who she was. No problem was insurmountable. The smell of fear brought tears to Mary's eyes, "Sweetheart, remember what Will promised you?" "Yes" "He mated with you. Mating is for life" Vickie thought for a second. "Will bound himself to me but I'm not mated to him." "You are free to choose a mate or not. Will's breach was changing you with out your consent. You should have been given a choice and after you agreed, time to prepare and adjust you life to accommodate new realities." "I would have chosen Will anyway, but if I knew first I would have made plans to make this go more smoothly." "Exactly," Mary continued with the conversation she came for, "Vickie, you need to change tonight." "OK, so that's what I'm feeling," Vickie replied, speaking more to herself than to Mary. She had been feeling strange since she woke up, a cross between achy, horny and something else. "Will is going to talk you through it." "Supper's ready," Will popped his head in. "Are you up to coming down stairs and meeting a few of the pack?" "Just so you know the boys can be very direct," Mary whispered. Out loud she said, "I think that sounds lovely, all you need is a pair of shorts. Vickie pulled on the shorts; the shirt she was wearing was fine. This time when she stood up, she managed to stay vertical. Will gave her his arm and helped steady her as she walked to the kitchen. Three guys were at the table loudly joking and teasing each other while they ate. When they entered the group quieted down. "I'm Zander, I'm Will's cousin, that's Jack and Trevor, they're brothers." Zander stood and pulled out a chair for Vickie as he made the introductions. She sat and he pushed the chair in. Zander smelled her hair and said, "You smell exquisite, and I bet you look even better naked. No wonder Will couldn't wait to fuck you." Vickie looked up and saw playful lust dancing in his eyes. Will gave a threatening growl. Zander calmly looked at Will sat down and said, "You're the one who left her fair game." He turned to Vickie, gave her a wink and continued, "And she should at least try me out before she decides." Quickly Jack changing the subject, "Welcome to the pack." "Yeah, first change eh? That's exciting. Just make sure you don't over eat right now. You might hurl." Trevor gave her an encouraging smile with his advice. The rest of the meal stayed light and friendly, but soon Vickie was getting itchy and anxious. Will looked at her and announced, "I think it's time to change." The other three agreed. The men striped down and threw their clothes in a laundry hamper. Vickie had lost her sense of modesty in the hospital, so she followed the guy's lead. Will quickly picked her up saying something about a long walk, but not before she saw how she affected him. Zander stood, his gaze wandering over her, his body language casually encouraging her to notice his obvious appreciation. "I'll take you to a small glade were you won't have any distractions," Will told this more to Zander, as a warning to back off, than to Vickie. Will carried her to protected area, about the same size as his bed. Vickie got down on her hands and knees. "Good, find the wolf in you, imagine her coming to the surface." She focused on her goal, pushing out any thought about how impossible this was. Then she felt her body, stretching, rearranging. It felt as if she couldn't feel pain. This should hurt like hell but it didn't. Then it was over. She was a wolf. She looked at her paws, took a few steps, and fell over, exhausted. Vickie convulsed a few times, reverted to her human form and closed her eyes. For the second time, Will burst through the door carrying an unconscious Vickie. "Dad, Help!" Dr. Conall yelled from the library," Bring her in here." He had already had his old fashioned doctor bag beside the couch. Will set her down and Henry began examine her. When his stethoscope hit her chest, her arms came up, and she tried to turn away. "Mmmmm, cold," Vickie complained and fell back asleep. Henry Conall looked up smiling and Will began to breathe again. "It's just exhaustion. I'll need a MRI to be sure but I think her tumour should be gone." He looked back down at her, "After all those changes, you'd be exhausted to." *** Vickie awoke the next morning in a strange bed. She tried sit up. Every muscle in her body screamed. "Ouwwahh!" she moaned. Even her hair hurt. Mary knocked and walked in. "Oh, Sweetheart, you must be sore. Here take these." She handed Vickie a couple pills and a glass of water. "They're close to ibprophine but it works better with our metabolism." "Thanks, I feel like I was hit by a bus." Mary smiled, "It doesn't matter who you are, the first change like is doing Pilates for 24 hours." "Where am I?" "The spare room nearest the kitchen, Will brought your things down last night. He wants to give you space." "What? Space?" Vickie felt lost, and confused. She felt like she was stuck in a bad movie. "When you collapsed last night, Will was afraid he his bite was killing you. Now, he thinks he doesn't deserve you." "What about what I think?" "It's a male thing. Pup is a smart boy. It won't take him long to realize mates work better together. He'll be close if you need him. Give him time to come around. If he pouts too long we'll tune him in." After a hot shower and dressing the pills had kicked in and Vickie could move again. She walked to the kitchen and ate the large breakfast waiting for her. She was all most finished when she noticed how easy it was to use her knife and fork. With perfect timing Henry walked in, "Good morning Vickie, would you mind if I did a quick neuro exam?" "Of course not." He asked her to stand with her feet together arms out. She hated this one, she always fell. "Close your eyes," Henry asked. Nothing happened. Vickie was thinking all sorts of things at once, "what the...this can't be real...am I better...?" Only one thought came out her mouth, "I'm still standing." "Yes, you are. Can you touch the end of your nose with the tip of your finger?" When her right finger hit its target, she giggled. When her left finger gave an encore, she started to cry. Will burst into the room. "Angel!" She buried her face in his chest. Will pulled in a chair, sat, and lifted her onto his lap. Her world was changing at a dizzying pace and she wasn't sure she could keep up. It was like a dam broke. All of the confusion, uncertainty, and warring emotions flooded out of her. Smelling Will, wrapped in his arms, Vickie eventually calmed down. Feeling his arousal at being close to her, reassured her, reminding her, this new life came with Will . She looked at Henry. "Does this mean I'm...?" She couldn't finish. "I have a MRI scheduled at a private clinic, if it's OK with you, but yes, I think your tumour could have been eradicated." "When?" "Tonight, if you like." "Yes, please." Looking back, Vickie couldn't remember much about this day. She called her parents and told them she was going to stay with the Conalls as a vacation. The thought of being cured was both exciting and scary. Being a werewolf was exciting and scary. Arriving at the clinic made her feel better. Knowing if her tumour was gone or not, was a question she could get answered. Answers can be dealt with, questions could only be answered. After the scan they looked over the results with the tech. It was official, the tumour was gone. *** Over the next few weeks Vickie began to settle into her new reality. It took awhile to change her mindset from working on accepting her limitations to exploring her new abilities. Will continued to both hover and stay away, but she saw the longing in his eyes. He wasn't going any where. She could give him time. After the first supper, Trevor went to join the rest of the pack on their land south of town. Jack and Zander were spending the summer helping with pack business on the estate. The estate worked as a sort of embassy, where contact with outsiders was easier to control. Vickie and Jack found they had similar tastes. They were trading books within days and had the same definition of must see TV. Zander continued to hit on Vickie. He was part hunter part lounge lizard. To him, asking "Your bed or mine?" was subtle. When she got that, sometimes she would flirt back, enjoying the verbal sparing. Sometimes, she wanted to find a way to shut him up. One evening, Jack was giving Vickie a who's who of the pack while they manned the barbeque. Will was sitting around the corner with a magazine. Zander reclined on the patio lounger. He added his two cents here and there, mostly by rating the "fuck-ability" of some of the women. Vickie had enough. Zander needed taken down a peg or twenty. "If you're so hot in bed stud, prove it." Vickie challenged. "Get me off by touching just one of my fingers. Then I'll spend tonight in your room repaying the favour. If you don't live up to hype, you learn some manners." Zander was thrilled. He could already see himself driving her wild with his manly prowess. She held up her pointer finger and he strutted toward her. He lightly kissed the tip of her finger. She gasped with surprise. Her Were powered sense of touch was intensely sensitive, especially compared to the dulled version she had become accustom to. The breeze shifted, and Will's scent filled her nostrils. Vickie closed her eyes. In her mind she saw Zander morph into Will and it was his mouth that engulfed her finger. The possessiveness and desire pouring from Will was making her juices flow. The wind changed direction again, taking Will and his scent with it. Vickie opened her eyes to see Zander giving an enthusiastic impression of a blow job to her finger. "Wow that should be the definition of a turn off." Vickie deadpanned. She pulled back her hand. "Hamburgers need flipped." She spun around and busied herself at the barbeque. Jack burst out laughing. "That was harsh, Vic. It smelled like you sucked all your pheromones back in." He turned to Zander. "Try getting some clothes from Will's laundry. You might have had her if she hadn't lost his scent." Jack laughed even harder at the pair of death glares cast at him. "I'll see if they help in the kitchen," Zander mumbled as he went inside. He found Will leaning into the counter, trying to gather himself. "Idiot," Zander said as he smacked Will in back of the head. After the first change it was a lot easier to become a wolf. Since, Will was still holding back, Jack hung out with Vickie when she changed. They played a game that was a combination between hide and seek, and tag, giving her a chance to work on hunting and tracking. Vickie woke up after her third change to find she was using Jack as a pillow and blanket. Jack was already awake, amusing himself by playing with her breasts. "You have a great rack." Jack commented. He kissed her deeply and she reciprocated. He stood up, took her hand, and helped her up. "You're also a phenomenal kisser." "You're not so bad yourself," replied Vickie, "to bad we're just friends." "Yeah, but at least I can still feel you up some times." Vickie laughed. She found she liked how physical the pack was. She had always been affectionate. Hugging and kissing her family was normal. The pack communicated more by touch, smell and taste. Waking up naked, wrapped around Jack, with him playing with her boobs was oddly nonsexual. It was a chaste heavy petting. Henry and Mary both licked her shoulder when she came in after a change. Before it would have been weird, but now it was full of love and affection. Vickie, Jack, and Zander were cuddled on the couch, watching a TV show with werewolves. Will was pretending to read in the library, staying close to Vickie, without interfering in her life. He was listening to them. They were having fun, joking about the differences between TV and reality, and enjoying the show for its self. Occasionally Zander would make a creative suggestion. Vickie and Jack laughed at him, discussing the logistics of the more interesting ideas. Between hearing her and Zander flirting, and seeing her and Jack getting closer, he couldn't take it any more. He wanted to deal with this like a caveman, throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to his cave. "I'm a Neanderthal stalker, Great." He had devoted himself to her; he should at least talk to her. Following her in shadows helped no one. Yes, talking is good. He asked to speak to her in private, and was relived she followed him. He led her to his room and opened the door. She walked in and stood by the bed. He shut the door and locked it. "I want to ..." he started but instead of finishing, he went to her. She looked into his eyes, the eyes that first told her of his acceptance, love and desire. He took her hand and kissed her finger. Her body felt like a tightly wound spring. He gently sucked on the tip of her finger. All of the tension of the last weeks suddenly turned to arousal. She felt his tongue touch her and she exploded. Her knees buckled and his arms went around her. Her eyes and body invited him in. She wanted him and his soul rejoiced. They could never remember how they ended up naked on the bed. He was a man possessed. He needed to touch her every where, kiss her every where. He settled, trying to suck as much of one breast into his mouth as possible, while teasing and playing with the other, feeling her nipples harden. She lifted her head and whispered, "I want you by my side and in my bed." He stopped abruptly, leaving her breast, moved up and breathed in her hair. He remained quiet as if in a trance. She flipped him onto his back and hissed in his ear, "I'm much stronger now, and I can say want." He intently watched her kiss and taste her way down his body. She was devoting herself to him, claiming him as her mate. The emotion and need he felt were greater than anything he could imagine. The dance between love and lust left him dizzy. He felt their beings melding together. Now that she was a werewolf he smelled different, better. She looked into his eyes. He was engrossed in everything she was and did. She felt she could do no wrong. A Story of a Change She reached her destination. Straddling one of his legs, she rubbed against him, to let him feel how wet she was. She ran her finger up and down his cock. He was so hard, just for her. Grabbing hold of his shaft, she took his head in her mouth, his precum giving her a taste of who he was. All that she tasted and smelled about him became clear, confirming what she already knew. She could taste his loyalty, his need to protect, his intelligence and intensity, balanced by a sense of humour. Mostly she could taste how much he loved her and his deep physical need for her alone. She impaled herself on his cock and stayed there relishing the feeling of fullness. Staring him in the eye she started grinding against him. "I remember everything. The huge muscular wolf, seducing me. Your intense desire to make me come. Marking me in the euphoria of success." She began stroking herself along his length. Leaning forward, her tongue began playing with his ear. "You're forgetting, I never said stop. When I looked in the wolf's eyes, I wanted him to fuck me, and then when you did...Hmmmm." The movement of her hips increased. Animalistic lust and unconditional love permeated the air. Will growled his hips pushing meet hers. She went to his other ear. "I want to be your partner in everything. I want to bear your young. I love you my wolf." They pumped together desperately. She was close to coming and he wasn't far behind. She let out a scream that was part howl. Her teeth lengthened and she leaned forward, "Since you first touched me, I've been yours and you've been..." Her last word started as a growl that she felt in her cunt, "MINE!" Her teeth penetrated his shoulder, setting off their simultaneous orgasms. Every shiver, every contraction, every wave of bliss was shared by both, seared into their brains. When Will could speak again he wanted to tell Vickie how happy he was she was his mate, how much he loved her but all that came out was, "Always, my Angel."