12 comments/ 49303 views/ 39 favorites Count Down To Moonlight By: fairydust22 Have you ever woke up after a really great night out and wondered what the fuck? Well that is exactly what Keelay thought when she awoke bright and early Sunday morning, with the sound of birds chirping outside and a memories of a wild night out fresh in her mind. You might wonder why then, if the night before was such a blast, did Keelay think such a thought. The reason being that she had awaking to a bright sunny day, birds chirping, wonderful memories....and 6ft 4 inches worth of hunk chained ( yes chained!) to her right arm. Said hunk was currently snoring away, unaware of the 2ft chain that linked him to little Keelay McBride. Not only was he snoring but Keelay noticed he was sporting a serious case of morning wood. She guessed he was about 10 inches long, but was unable to tell correctly as his package was safely tucked away inside his khaki pants. Realising she was gawking, Keelay sharply turned her head and finally noticed the rest of the male. He was certainly handsome, with strong features and thick black hair that looked unruly and untamed. His nose was slightly bent, as if it had been broken a few times and his lips were definitely kissable. As well as being tall, he was muscular, but not to the point of looking ridiculous. No, he had just enough to make women want to rub and touch his bulging biceps. Sighing, Keelay looked away from the tempting hottie on the floor and glanced around her. She was in a plain white bedroom, that was sparsely decorated and smelt like old gym socks. The wallpaper was falling off at the corners and the ceiling really needed another coat of paint. Keelay actually didn't remember how she got there. Or how Mr Hottie, as she was now thinking of him, came to be handcuffed to her. She was going to have to get some answers. Which meant waking him up. Now usually Keelay isn't such a meanie and would never normal wake someone up prematurely after a night getting hammered, but she really wanted to know what was going on, wanted to get out of the rather uncomfortable cuffs, and shee desperately needed to pee. She leaned over the stranger and shook him firmly. "Hey, mister." She shouted several times. But the guy slept like the dead! Just then a scary thought passed through Keelay's mind. What if the guy was dead? She quickly shoved her hand under hes face, directly over his mouth and nose and sighed in relief as his warm breath bathed her palm. She jumped in surprise as Mr Yummy groaned and moved. He turned towards her, throwing his arms out, which resulted in his chained left wrist pulling Keelay's right one. She ended up sprawled over his chest, her face over his chest and her left hand on his shoulder. He moaned again and his arms came around her, pulling her further down. He rolled again but this time taking Keelay with him. They ended up sprawled on the floor with Keelay on her back, and a tall, dark and gorgeous stranger nestled between her legs, his head on her breast. Strangely all Keelay could think about was how badly she needed to pee. Now you would think that, having woke-up, chained to a stranger, and then had said stranger roll on top of you in a very intimate way, a girl's first thought would be for her safety. Keelay however felt extremely safe with this man. She didn't know why but she was sure that he wouldn't hurt her. She tried again to wake him up, this time pulling at his head so she could see into his face. Again he groaned and responded sleepily, this time allowing his head to be pulled up before latching his mouth on to hers. Keelay, bad girl that she is, did not fight it. He tasted of stale beer and smelled like a brewery but his kiss was soft and sweet and everything a kiss should be. His tongue carefully traced the seam of her lips as she parted them, before sweeping inside her mouth to duel with her own tongue. He kissed her slowly and deeply and his kisses told her that this man knew how to take his time. His large, strong hands stroked the skin that was exposed just above her denim skirt, his fingers making light patterns as his mouth seduced. Keelay was in heaven. Her own hands slipped into his hair and pulled him closer. God! She thought, he's delicious. The kiss got hotter and his hands travelled north until he was rubbing the underside of her breasts through her light tank-top. Everywhere he touched her, she burned for more. Gasping, Keelay pulled away. She had never felt such a strong animalistic reaction before. She was sure that is she let her instincts rule her, she would have been naked and full before she knew what hit her. The male, however did not like her ending their kiss. He seemed to growl deep in his chest and his lips nuzzled at her neck and shoulders as he rubbed his very impressive erection against her panty covered mound. "Stop. Please." She moaned as the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit just right. Her legs, of their own accord, wrapped around his waist, giving him better access and completely contradicting her words. Despite the situation, Keelay was not afraid that this stranger would rape her. She was confident that he would stop and would never hurt her. This alone scared Keelay and sharpened her resolve to stop things before they went too far. She pushed at his shoulders and squirmed around beneath him. This seemed to work as he slowly stopped rubbing against her and his head was now resting on her shoulder rather than licking the skin behind her ear. He slowly raised his head and looked at the woman pinned beneath him. Keelay gasped. His eyes were the most beautiful blue she had ever seen. So bright and clear. She looked into his eyes and she forgot why she was struggling. She forgot that he was a stranger. She forgot why she shouldn't kiss and stroke and lick the perfect body pressing against her. The stranger seemed to have the same reaction to looking at Keelay. His eyes, once clouded with sleep, were now to burning beams staring straight at her. It was almost like he was trying to see into her soul. His lips parted and he looked astonished. Like he was seeing a ghost or something. It wasn't until Keelay remembered her urgent bladder issues that she broke out of her daze and finally spoke. "Uhmmm, could you let me up please?" she asked politely. This shook him out of his daze too and he seemed to flinch from her voice. He also realised the situation he had awoken too. Sheepishly he removed his hands from her waist and reared back onto his knees. This however gave him the perfect view to her panties as he denim skirt was bunched around her hips. The sight of her small, black lace panties made his cock jump and he groaned again. Keelay tried to straighten herself out as she got up and finally remembered her first problem. She was still chained to him. Lifting up her right arm, and also his left, Keelay wiggled it around, causing the chain to jingle, drawing his attention. He frowned at the chain and was about to speak before Keelay interrupted him. "Look, I'm just as clueless as you are but right now I really need to pee. So you're gonna have to come with me." She stated. "Come with you?" he mirrored. His voice was a gorgeous as his body. Deep and thick and strong. The kind of voice that sends chills down a girls spine and makes panties wet. Keelay barely hide her own reaction. "Yea, I need you to come, so I can...uhm...go" she mumbled embarrassedly . Mr Hottie stood then, towering over Keelay's 5 ft 5 frame. He looked around himself quickly and, after spotting a bathroom in the corner, he pulled Keelay over to it. Unfortunately it was a single bathroom, which meant the door had to stay open and to make things more awkward, the toilet was facing the door. Keelay got in and looked at the hunk behind her. "Could you turn around?" She asked politely. He did and Keelay pulled her knickers down and sat on the seat. Or at least tried to. Hunky was too far away. She asked him to move closer and she was sure she heard a moan as he complied. At last she was comfortable. But she was also humiliated. She had never been forced to pee in front of someone before. She was sure the noise was louder and that made things all the worse. After she was done and washed her hands, Keelay lead him over to the edge of the bed, the only seating solution in the room, and turned to ask him some question's. But he beat her too it. He asked her name, her age and how they came to be chained together. If she was honest with herself, she would admit that she could listen to him forever if she could but it was soon Keealy's turn to get answers. "Ok, what's your name and how old are you?" she asked first. "I'm 23 years old, and my name is Duncan." Came the reply. Uhmmm. Only a year older than me. That's cool, Keelay thought. "Who did you come with last night?" She would never admit it but she was fishing, she wanted to know if he was single. "No, I came with my brothers." "Would they have chained us together? As a joke perhaps?" she asked. "Possibly." It was agreed that they should head downstairs and ask some of the other party goers if they knew what happened. But when they tried the door, they found it was locked. They were trapped. Though to Duncan that didn't seem like a bad thing right now. Duncan had awoken horny and hungry and half an hour later he was still both, It didn't help that his prison mate was a sexy little thing. He wouldn't mind taking a bite out of her. Unfortunately if he didn't get her out of here and unattached to him, then he might just end up biting her. You see Duncan was a Lycanthrope. In other words a werewolf. He came from a long line of strong, fierce werewolves and that Sunday night just happened to be a full moon. Now contrary to popular belief, werewolves weren't forced to only change during the full moon. They weren't actually forced at all. They could change anytime they wanted, night or day. But during a full moon, the change became harder to control and it took years of discipline not to change unexpectedly during the full moon. Only the older werewolves, who had trained hard, could accomplish this form of discipline. Unfortunately for Keelay, Duncan was not one of the older weres. There was a more than good chance of him changing as the moon rose. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 02 It had been over three hours since Duncan and Keelay awoke to find themselves handcuffed together and locked inside a little room. They continued to search every inch of the room for some way out or for something they could use as a tool to open the door. Neither seemed in a hurry to open the cuffs that connected them together. Despite his fear that he would turn when the moon rose that night, they both were happy enough being stuck together. It did give them a chance to talk, get to know each other and find out they had a lot in common. Neither liked romance films. Neither liked pesto and both loved nature and animals. Duncan watched Keelay as she fidgeted with the slim silver charm bracelet around her left wrist. She was unbelievably beautiful. Hair the colour of midnight falling down to her waist in a waterfall of light curls. Eyes the colour of moss sprinkled with a hint of chocolate. Lips as full and delicious as strawberries....Jeesh, thought Duncan, when the hell did I get so bloody romantic and soppy! Turning away, he tried not to notice her. Instead he focused on his surroundings. The room could definitely use a makeover. Though it didn't surprise him, really. The night before, Duncan had allowed his brothers to drag him to a house party. He had been studying for midterms and was close to turning into a 'pansy-ass geek' according to his three older brothers, James, William and Liam. So as any good brothers will do, they dragged him forcefully from his room, threw him in the boot of James' Honda and drove him a few blocks from the party. Simple. They even had a change of clothes for him that fit the occasion. While he wasn't adverse to partying, he wasn't a party animal. Shockingly, he could survive without downing a keg every weekend, unlike his brother Robert (commonly referred to as Bobby) who was trying hard to make partying a job career. Duncan however wanted to be a vet, so studying was very important. Anyway, having let them literally drag him to this party, Duncan had decided to at least have some fun and like those he partied with, he drank and danced and laughed and had a great time. Though his memories of the night before were a little unclear, but he thought he should be able to remember attaching himself, or being attached to, a gorgeous hottie like Keelay. Thinking this, his attention automatically flew to her and his eyes locked on her petite form. "She was lying on the bed beside him seemingly absorbed in her own thoughts like him but she had stopped playing with her charm braclet. Her long tanned legs were stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. She had taken her little black shoes off and having never thought of feet as sexy before, Duncan had an urge to rub and touch and suck on her dainty little feet. Shaking his head, he gave in and allowed his eyes to wander over her. Her denim skirt was sinfully short and barely covered her pussy mound. Mmm He could remember the feel of that wet, lace-covered pussy rubbing against him. Her waist was tiny and he could easily wrap both hands around it. She was so petite with the exception of her breasts. They were...something else. She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard little nipples could be seen through her beige tank-top. Her beautiful 34D's stood perky and proud and tempted him more than was wise. It was also obvious to him that she was an athlete, though of what he couldn't tell. Her body was toned and firm and he remembered her skin was soft and peach-like. His eyes continued to trail up her body and landed on her face. Their eyes met and he fell into hers. She had watched him, as he had watched her. He took a deep breath and prepared to apologise, but his breathe got caught in his throat. She was aroused. Her panties were creaming as he stared at her. It was the sweetest, most delicious scent he had ever caught and he growled low in his throat as he leaned toward her. Keelay's eyes widened but she didn't move away. He couldn't help himself. He had to taste her. Had to. His wolf was going crazy! He trapped Keelay's lips beneath his and devoured them. Gone was the soft, gentle kiss from the wake-up call. He kissed her like a drowning man sucking in oxygen. Like he could fuse them together. His right hand slipped over her knee and travelled urgently up her thigh. Pushing the denim out of the way, he moved over her hip to her waist. Gripping her tight he used his body weight to push her down and keep her there. Their tongues danced a wet tango in their mouths as Keelay's hands gripped his shoulders and she allowed him to raise her top over her firm breasts. The room was filled with moans and growls as the animalistic behaviour grew. Duncan freed Keelay's lips and nipped a trail across her chin and down her neck. Right over her pulse, he sucked hard, leaving a mark on her warm skin. His fingers found her nipples and tweaked and plucked the swollen buds. His tongue lashed the tender peaks and his teeth tugged them. She cried and writhed beneath him, causing Duncan's wolf to growl and bite harder. It was a viciously delicious circle.. Keelay wrapped her left leg around his waist, aligning her body, giving him easy access to her soaking wet pussy. Duncan pushed her panties off roughly. He couldn't get enough of her. Never had he felt so connected and aroused. It was exhilarating. His hand found her wet mound and he cupped her, hissing at the heat. His fingers rubbed her slit as he teased and flicked her clit with his thumb. He needed to taste her. Pulling away, he looked straight into her eyes as he sucked her juices of his lean fingers. This drove her wild and she bucked against him, rubbing her slickness over his khakis. He grinned and lowered himself down, between her legs, his head at her cunt. Duncan was ready to burst. He had never had such a beautiful, delicious woman at his fingertips. Strangely he felt more than a sexual connection to Keelay. Her scent called to him and his wolf answered. Duncan's wolf was howling and thrashing against the cage that locked him in inside his head. Though separate, Duncan and his wolf were still linked. Both shared characteristics and habits but both also had separate personalities. Keelay appealed to both sides. Gripping her waist tightly, Duncan drove his tongue as deep into her cunt as it would go, scooping and slurping her juices. He moved his thumb over her clit and rubbed it, hard and fast. His tongue found the same rhythm and soon she was screaming his name into the empty room. Duncan' s cock twitched and throbbed. He'd never been so hard in his life. He needed to pound his meat into her sweet hole. "Yea baby, fuck my tongue. Let me feel you cum in my mouth." He growled as she thrust her hips up into his face. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair and she pulled him closer. Her moans got loader still and she convulsed around his tongue. Her sweet juice was delicious, addictive. Duncan couldn't get enough. He licked and sucked all the sticky substance from her pussy lips, thighs and ass. As his tongue slide over her tiny anus she shuddered and groaned and Duncan swore that he'd have her there too. Once the tremors slowed enough, Keelay looked up and Duncan could see the wonder and pure lust in her glittery green eyes. "I've never.....I mean it's never.....that was amazing" she stuttered. Duncan felt pure pride at her words. It was obvious she was trying to tell him something that was important to her. His whole body shook with lust and arousal and as he moved over her to claim her lips, he couldn't help think MINE. Each werewolf, like ordinary wolves, mated for life. But with werewolves, their mates were predestined. Each individual mate was selected based on their genetics. Like with a natural wolf, a mate was selected because they had the best genetic make-up to pass on to the next generation. It was not unheard of that mates were found in the human community and most werewolves went their whole lives without finding their TRUE mate. This being a mate that both human and wolf would claim. It seemed Duncan had found his true mate in Keelay. Duncan tried to project all his feelings into his kiss, his possessiveness, sexual aggressiveness, wonder, hope, jealous tendencies, confusion, worry and anxiety. It surprised him that with all his other feelings, Duncan still had room to feel lust. His hands moved gently over her hair as he slid his khaki covered cock over her dripping cunt. He was going to claim her. Now. Today. Make it so no one else could ever take her from him. He honestly didn't think he could take it if they did. He reached to open his fly and freed his monstrous 11 inch cock, proud for once that his genetics made him physically perfect. He rubbed the tip across her clit and enjoyed watching her shiver and squeal. He decided that he loved hearing his name on her lips. She would definitely be saying it more often. Just as he put the tip of his dick at her juicy entrance, just as she wrapped her legs high around his waist for better access, just as he was about to thrust into paradise....The door burst open and two guys stumbled in. "Oh! Hey, sorry." muttered one guy, looking anywhere but at the bed. "Yea, man, sorry. We heard screaming and figured someone was stuck" the other sniggered, emphasising the word stuck. Duncan moved of Keelay, pulled the cover over her and snarled at the intruders all in the same second. His wolf snapped and bit against its mental cage. These punks had seen her practically naked. It wanted to rip them apart for the crime. Duncan however was more level headed. Not by much, but more than his wolf at any rate. He simply yelled at them to get out. With a few rather bad words thrown in. After they ran out the door, Duncan turned in time to see Keelay get off the bed and, with her back to him, rearrange her clothes. He cursed the interruption. "Keelay..." "Ummm so the doors unlocked now, guess we better go huh?" she quickly said in an uneven voice as she moved towards the door. She got to the bottom of the bed before Duncan pulled on their chain and she tumbled backwards. Duncan was leaning over her in a flash, a huge grin on his lips. "Next time Keelay, I'll make sure there are NO interruptions and you can't run from me afterwards." He told her confidently. He got off the bed and held out his hands, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. Keelay hesitantly took the offering and they made their way out of the room, down the stairs and out into the sunshine Still attached but now by more than a chain. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 03 Keelay could not believe what she had done! Or rather what Duncan had done, and she had allowed. She was mortified. Duncan was a stranger. Hot and sexy, sure, but still a complete stranger. It had been over an hour and a half since they had been out of control with lust and she was still red with embarrassment. What made it all the worse was the fact that they had been caught. Two students had barged into the room as Duncan was about to put his hard throbbing cock into her slick slit. She supposed she should be happy they were interrupted. Firstly, it had allowed them to finally escape their prison. Secondly, and most importantly, it had stopped her from fucking a stranger. Which was a good thing. Right? Keelay was certainly confused. She felt connected to Duncan. Drawn to him. He fascinated and intrigued her. It didn't help that he was totally her type. He had brain and brawn as her best friend would say. Meaning he was both smart and hot. A lethal combination. Something else about him drew her to him. She didn't know what it was, didn't know how it had happened, but she knew that she needed to stay with Duncan. And that scared her more than her lack of control. As they walked down the crowded streets, Duncan took Keelay's hand and lead the way. He walked slightly in front of her, but enough so that the crowd parted and Keelay never bumped anyone. The long chain that bind them was wrapped tightly around her hand. It was Duncan's suggestion that she take it, so he wasn't pulling her along or hurting her. When he said things like that he seemed so sweet. They walked so close together that no-one noticed the chain, which Keelay was thankful for. It was hard enough facing what they had just finished doing without people gawking at them too. Duncan seemed to know where he was going so Keelay let herself be led and thought the morning over. "My Dad lives close to here. He has a lot of tools. One is bound to break this chain," he called over the noise of the traffic. Keelay merely nodded. It seemed Duncan was a born leader. He had all the necessary traits of one and she felt the urge to follow. It took about and hour and a half before they reached Duncan's dad's house. It was a nice looking, small, neat, well-kept home. As they walked up the drive way Keelay noticed all the exotic plants. "My mum's a huge gardening fan," he whispered. On her left was a large tree, or at least she thought it was a tree. It had a fat trunk and tiny branches that were only about a foot in length. It was peculiar. The rest of the garden was much the same. Duncan got the spare key from the small fake rock in the garden by the door. He led them in and called for his family. No answer. Where could they be? He though. As they entered the kitchen Keelay noticed a small post-it on the fridge. "Uhmm, Duncan? There's a note." She said to his broad shoulders as he lead her through the kitchen to the stairs. "Huh? Oh right. Thanks." He muttered as he doubled back. Poor Keelay couldn't wait to get the chains off. She was starting to feel like a ragdoll. Duncan took the note off the fridge and angled it so she could read it also. Hey. We've gone to the cabin to get organised. Remember and be here BEFORE the moon rises this time!! I don't want a repeat of last year. Uncle Tim and his lot are coming to us this year so it'll be a full pack. I don't want to have to say this again but be nice. No fighting with your cousins and uncles. Oh, I've already locked everything up, so don't worry about that. Just get your ass up here before I go crazy! See you when you get here. Dad The note sounded simple enough to Keelay. The word choice was a bit strange though. He had to be there before the full moon? Why? She didn't get a chance to ask before Duncan started cursing. Throwing the note down, he ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up giving him a devilish look. Keelay had a strong urge to reach up and smooth it back down but she resisted. "I'm so sorry Keelay." He turned to her and his face looked tortured. It couldn't be that bad. Could it? Just because his dad wasn't here didn't mean he couldn't use the tools and unchain them. When she said this however, his reply was, "Keelay, my dad's tools are in the shed. It's my dad's shed and he has the only key. Plus it's an old army shed, so its metal and I could try to break the door down but I don't know if I could. " If he tried to break into the shed --the metal shed- then he's liable to get hurt, thought Keelay. That was not an option. Keelay refused to allow him to hurt himself. But again, she couldn't help question the strange attachment between them. Looking at Duncan, Keelay's heart hurt. He looked so sad and defeated. Like his world was threatening to end. Without thinking she reached up on her toes, placed her fingers on his chin and delicately kissed his lips. "It's alright. We'll just have to think of something else." She whispered into his mouth as he slightly parted his lips. This set things off. Duncan growled and scooped Keelay up into his arms. Charging up the stair, he burst into a room at the end of the hall and kicked the door shut. There he stopped. The look he gave Keelay was one of pure animalistic lust. She suddenly remembered his last words inside the small room they were trapped in and she shivered. Should she give in to her feelings? After all, it's not every day a woman meets a man that she feels so...a part of. Shouldn't she grab on to that feeling with both hands? Duncan let Keelay slid down onto her feet. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck and he was leaning over her, breathing hard. He hadn't had any relief from either of their sexual encounters and was bound to be suffering a case of blue balls. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. Sighing he whispered, "God, you smell so good. You feel so good. You taste so good. And I want more." When he opened his eyes, Keelay gasped. They were so pale, they looked white. Was that normal? "I never thought I'd find you." He continued, almost to himself, his fingers stroking the hair down her back. "I thought I'd have to search the world to find you. Instead, I wake up and your handcuffed to me. You can't escape me. I'm so glad for that. You have no idea. I'll never let you go now. Never. Your mine. And I'm going to claim you." Keelay should have felt alarmed at his words but instead it felt like a piece of her had come home. His words soothed and spoke to a part of her that had always felt empty. "Yes." She whispered, kissing him softly. It was all she could say. There was no need for other words. He groaned and tightened his arms around her, his mouth sealing over hers, stealing her breath. Spinning around he pinned her to the wall, his hand protecting her head from the impact. His mouth moved over hers fluidly, his hands shaping her curves. Her clothes were quickly dealt with, a sharp tug here, a quick tear there, and she was naked to his wandering hands. Keelay quickly dealt with his clothes too, pulling his shirt off his shoulders, scattering buttons everywhere. His khakis gave her a bit more trouble and Duncan was too busy to help her. His mouth had moved down her neck, nipping and biting the tender flesh, leaving little marks of possession as he worked his way to her breasts. He licked and kissed the flesh of her tits, avoiding the nipple at the centre. She groaned and arched into him, needing the sweet feel of pain as he suckled her tender nub. "Please," she begged in a broken whisper. He grinned and ignored her. His fingers stroked her waist, her hips, her ass, before grabbing her cheeks and lifting her. She squeaked and wrapped her legs around his waist, basking in the feel of his tongue on her chest and his cock grinding against her clit. "Oh God! Ohhh, I'm going to cum. Mmmmmm baby that feels so good! Fuck. Fffuccckk!" she called as the pressure on her clit from the khaki material over his cock drove her over the edge and she came in a gush all over Duncan's trousers. Serves him right, she giggled to herself. Her orgasm drove Duncan over the edge and he turned towards the bed in the centre of the room. Laying her down, he quickly stripped off his wet, cum soaked trousers and climbed on beside her. Keelay was in awe. She had never seen a dick that big before and was suddenly afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it. Her fears must have shown because Duncan lay beside her and stroked her face, soothing her, murmuring to her. Her small hand reached down to his dick and touched it tenderly. It was so hard, it had to hurt. When her fingers made contact with the head of the monster, he flinched and pushed her back down. Quickly he moved over her. "I need you Keelay. I need you so much, you have no idea," he mumbled as he positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed into her, but his face was scrunched in pain. It was costing him to go slowly. The wolf inside him was snarling and snapping. Demanding he claim her. Demanding her shove inside her. But he knew he was big and his size would cause her pain. And he could not cause Keelay pain! Slowly, as he pushed in stopping occasionally to allow her to adjust to his size, his cock was finally inside her. Keelay had never felt so full. He was so big and hard, and it felt so good. Once she was comfortable with his size, she wanted more. She tried to thrust up, to encourage him to move but he wouldn't. Inside Duncan was a mess. He had never felt so good. Keelay hugged him so tight, it was like a second skin around him. He wanted so much to move, to hear her groaning and begging beneath him. But he couldn't. He was so close to losing control. Too close. It was taking everything inside him NOT to change and go furry. He was sure that, as aroused as Keelay may well be, she would still run screaming from him. He needed to stay calm. Breathe, breathe, he chanted to himself. Keelay was going crazy. She needed him to move, needed to feel him pounding into her, deep and hard. "Please, Duncan, please." She begged. "ppleeassee fuck me." Duncan's control snapped and he growled deep in his throat. An animalistic sound that shocked both of them. As many times as Duncan had changed, he had never felt so connected to his wolf. It was like they were one now. He pulled out completely from her dripping pussy, leaving only the tip nestled between her lips. His hands on either side of her head, curled into the mattress to hide his claws. The muscles in his back tensed as his bones cracked, ready to change form. "MINE." He growled before shoving all 11 inches of his hard cock deep into her depths. Keelay screamed but cried out, "Again." The mix of pain and pleasure was addictive. He pounded into her, hard and deep, bottoming out every time. Soon Keelay was cumming again, her tight sheath convulsing around him. He held out as long as he could but soon he too was cumming, flooding her unprotected womb with his seed. He pumped several times, until his balls were empty and Keelay could take no more. Their combined juices dribbled down the side of Duncan's cock and onto the bed, pooling beneath Keelay's ass. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pushing her down, but she didn't care, she just wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him. Panting and sweaty, they lay in the aftermath of their orgasms. Duncan's claws retreated, his muscles turned to jelly and his wolf was lazy and sated. Keelay was so exhausted, her eye lids drooped until, finally, she gave up the fight and fell asleep beneath her mate. Duncan gently rolled off of her and looked down at her sleeping form. He was tired too but fought it. He looked at his hands and saw the deep tears in the sheets and mattress. The close call made him shudder. It could have very well be Keelay he held as his claws broke through, tearing at her delicate skin. He realised then how fragile she was. Her human life was full of danger that could easily take her from him. Luckily his kind was hard to kill. They healed from any kind of wound without difficulty and were impervious to diseases. The only true way to kill a werewolf and be sure he was dead, was to behead him. Otherwise he would just keep coming back and he'd be pissed! And a pissed off werewolf was not something you wanted on your tail! He would have to work hard to keep Keelay safe, especially in his world. And he was determined that she would be part of his life. Sighing he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. Just a few seconds of rest, he thought. He couldn't afford to fall sleep, as it was only a few more hours until sunset and he still needed to free them from the chain around their wrists. He could not still be attached to Keelay when the moon rose. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 04 *Sorry this chapter has taken so long. Thank you all for the comments on the last three chapters, they really made my day. Enjoy.* * Duncan smiled and stretched as he awoke to the feeling of the warm body curled beside him. It had been a long time since he had someone to wake up to. Snuggling after sex was usually saved for a mate. Now Duncan was happy in the knowledge that he would never have to sleep alone again. He had found the one woman he was destined to be with. Now he just had to convince her that they were meant to be together. But he was looking forward to the challenge. Opening his eyes, he glanced around the dark room. He didn't think anything of the lack of light. Instead he turned more into Keelay's embrace and sighed. But then his brain started to work and he realised that the lack of light was a problem. He bolted up in bed, dislodging a sleeping Keelay in the process. She grumbled and curled up into a ball, hugging the pillow Duncan had abandoned in an effort of comfort. He lifting his left wrist he glanced as his watch and Keelay grumbled again as her right hand shot into the air. "Mmmmm, what's wrong?" she moaned, still half asleep. "It's just left seven. Moonrise is at ten twenty three. I have three hours and twenty minutes, to free you and get to the cabin. Fuck!" he seemed to be talking more to himself than Keelay. "Come on babe, we need to move." Keelay growled, causing Duncan to grin. She's so cute. He couldn't help but admire her as she sat up and stretched. His cock got hard just watching her firm titties bouncing as her arms moved above her. Sleepily she looked at him and smiled shyly. "Hi." She whispered. "Hello yourself, beautiful." he ginned as he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto his lap. When he felt the warm dampness between her legs he felt an urgency that had nothing to do with getting the chain off them before the moonrise. Duncan couldn't get the brain on his shoulders to work, instead letting the head between his legs control him. Keelay wrapped her long legs around Duncan's waist as his hands cradled her bottom. Kissing him gently she reached between them and guided his hard cock into her wet pussy. They both groaned at the hot feel of her tight hole gripping him. Gentle kisses became fevered as their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time. Sweating and panting they moved, building the fires inside them. Together they reached their peaks and cried out into the night as their bodies wept in passion. Their hearts beat in an uneven tango as they came down from their high. Together they sat and looked into the other's eyes the truth became clear. They belonged together. Neither spoke of this new knowledge. Neither knew what to say. Duncan was at a loss as to how to explain and it was all too strange and new for Keelay. So, silently and swiftly they dressed. Duncan's anxiety grew with each passing moment. He felt the night passing him by. He had too many things that needed to be done and not enough time to do them in. He led Keelay out to the garage and they climbed into his little Renault Cleo. Oh God! What the hell do I do? Where do I go? Should I take her with me? I can't take her with me; she'll be in more danger. Do I leave her at a friend's house? Damn it! Everyone's at the cabin. Why, why, why did I fall asleep? I was supposed to stay awake and to get her to a safe place! I failed, I failed big time! Duncan's mental barrage was interrupted by a small voice asking where they were going. Feelings of guilt ripped through him at the sound of her voice because he'd slept in and couldn't figure out a way to get them out of their chains. He was also guilty of ignoring her after sleeping with her not just once, but twice. "Have you ever been to Strathyre Forest?" he asked. "No, why?" "Well, you read in my dad's note that I'm supposed to be at my family's cabin tonight, right?" he asked as he pulled up to a pair of lights. Looking at her, he could see the suspicion and worry in her eyes as she thought about his question. "Yes." she drawled. "Well, our cabin is there and that's where I'm going." "What! I can't go to Strathyre bloody Forest!!" she shrieked in alarm. She couldn't go, she just couldn't. She needed to go home and shower to start with. She could feel Duncan's seed being squeezed out of her cunt every time she moved. She also needed to contact a few people. She hadn't spoken to anyone besides Duncan since the party. Not that that was a bad thing, she just wanted people to know she was alive. "I have things to do, people I need to contact." She started to tell him before she was interrupted. "I'm sorry, but that's where we need to go. I have things I need to do too." He said calmly. "But until we are freed from this chain, we're stuck together and I really need to get to that cabin, baby." He ended. "Look, I'm sorry but I just can't go to this cabin with you, ok!" she cried. "Why? What's the big deal with spending one night in my family's cabin?" "That's the big deal right there! It's your FAMIlLY'S cabin, meaning your family will be there. And I cannot meet your family looking like this!" she adamantly reasoned. Duncan reached over and squeezed her knee with his left hand in comfort. "Of course you can meet them baby. You look fine." He assured her. "I do not look fine you lying......male! I'm wearing last night's clothes. I smell of sex and I have goo running out from....certain places." Her denial had started strong but as she finished she was close to tears. This caused Duncan great distress and he struggled hard to find something to cheer her up. Taking her hand, Duncan laced their finger and brought them to his lips. "Sweetheart, you look beautiful," he nibbled her fingers " you look edible," he whispered before sucking her middle finger into the cavern of his mouth. "And I love how you smell like me" he added with a naughty grin. Keelay laughed at the outrageous comment and shook her head. Duncan had a way of making the things....easier. The idea of being chained to a stranger, of allowing a stranger to do to her what Duncan had done recently, freaked Keelay out but there was something different about him. She felt safe with him, she felt she could trust him, she felt like she knew him. The lights turned green and Duncan sped off. He barely concentrated on the road, his attention on other things, but this didn't alter his driving. He still drove with better care and a faster reaction time than most human's on the road, in his capable hands, the little car ate up the distance between themselves and the cabin. Keelay watched as Duncan got more and more agitated. His shoulders became rigid and he gripped the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles had turned white. He kept shooting worried glances at his watch, then at her and then at the sky. He was acting like the devil himself was chasing them. The tension in the car rose as the minutes ticked by. The silence was awkward and Keelay started to think it had something to do with her. She sighed and looked out of the window. She couldn't see much, the night was dark and the only light came from the occasional streetlight. She tried to think how much money she had in her bank. Maybe she could get him to drop her off at a hotel after the chain was broken. As she started to suggest that, the silence in the car was cut by the annoying sound of the Crazy Frog ring tone. Duncan made a grab for it as he glanced, extremely embarrassed, at Keelay. "Hello?" he answered. The person on the other end was obviously shouting as Duncan moved the phone from his ear a fraction and his expression bunched up in annoyance. "Look, Dad, yell at me later all you want ok but I kind of have a situation here that I really need help with." He interrupted. Duncan was silent for a few seconds as the other person replied before answering. "I'm not alone, I brought my...mate...with me." he said emphasising the word mate. He shot a look at Keelay who sat in her seat glancing out the window, pretending not to be listening to the one way conversation. Moments passed before Duncan said, "I didn't have a choice." before being interrupted. That last sentence made Keelay stiffen. She felt like a party crasher, unwanted and unwelcome. You told him you didn't want to come; it was his choice to bring you. There could have been another way, she thought. "We're kind of stuck together." Short pause. "Two foot chain." Another pause. "No idea. We woke up this way." A long pause. "Yea well, I haven't been thinking straight. My priorities have been mucked up." Something had obviously been said to annoy Duncan as his tone became defensive and angry. Tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder, Duncan changed gear before reaching over and lacing his fingers through Keelay's. This confused her more. On the on hand, Duncan acted like he didn't want her there, but at the same time he acted like they had been dating for months. For that matter, he had referred to her as his mate to the caller! "Can you get Jake to meet me somewhere near Strathyre? He's the only one I trust right now....Yea.....He'll need to bring some tools to get this chain off.....yea ok....ok.....yea.....whatever it takes......fine......ok, bye." Sighing with some relief, Duncan hung up the phone. Understandably his father was pissed at him. He was bringing a stranger, a human, into their world. This endangered the whole pack. But he didn't have a choice. Looking at Keelay, he wondered how she would take it when he told her what he was. She wouldn't be the first to run from her mate. He hoped she could handle it. He wanted her in his life. Wanted them to have a life together. His parents were a true mated pair. Had found each other by accident while both dating other people. He had never really paid attention to their stories about how they had met, but now he wished he had. It would have given him some insight into the connection and the draw between mates. He was a bit worried over the fact that Keelay was human. No werewolf in his pack had taken a human mate for over two hundred years. And he didn't know about other packs, because rival packs didn't mix well together. His mother was a born Werewolf. She had been raised in another pack, only joining this one after marrying his dad. That's how packs grew. Female Werewolves married into their males pack. Kind of chauvinistic but it was tradition. Males could marry into the females pack but that was too much hassle, so generally wasn't done. In order to join a pack, a male would have to fight a challenger from that pack, to prove his worth. If he couldn't protect the pack, he was no good. But it wouldn't be a problem for Keelay. She would be welcomed with open arms into the family. His father had no doubt spread the news that his youngest had found his mate. The whole family would be curious and eager to meet her. He would have to be sure they didn't overwhelm her. And that his good looking cousins and older brothers stayed the hell away from her! The idea of any males around his mate set his teeth on edge. They drove for another half our in silence, each glancing at the other to assess the mood. Duncan didn't seem so stressed. His telephone conversation with his dad had obviously calmed him down some. His death grip on the steering wheel had loosened, his thumb tapping a rhythm as he guided the car around the darkened roads. Keelay's stress, however, grew with each passing mile. The logical part of her brain was now breaking through the desire and lust. She was starting to think her judgment was seriously warped. How on earth could a smart, modern day woman, allow herself to be swept away by her hormones? How could she have followed this man, without question to the point that he was now taking her to a forest in the middle of Scotland? Keelay had been raised to think rationally and logically and neither traits were evident in her actions. It was neither rational nor logical that she was sitting in a car with a man she barely knew, going to a place she had never been. While she tried to justify her lack of logic, Duncan was driving ever closer to his destination. His father had suggested sending someone to meet them. Someone who could protect Keelay while Duncan changed. While the wolf snarled jealously at the thought of Keelay with another male, the human rejoiced at the solution to a horrible dilemma. His cousin Jake was meeting them a few miles away from the forest edge. Jake was the only person Duncan could trust. There was no question of him losing control and turning furry, so there was no danger to Keelay. Jake had been born with a strange abnormality. He didn't have a wolf. He couldn't turn into a werewolf and had no wolf personality. It was as though he was human, except he displayed all the other perks of being nonhuman, the better than average strength, speed and healing abilities. Half an hour later Duncan pulled off the main road and into a narrow country lane. After driving for another twenty minutes, the car lights flashed across a row of trees and landed on a small blue Ford Fiesta. Leaning against the car was his older cousin Jake. His pale hair looked lighter as the lights fell on his form. He was dressed casually in jeans and a black shirt. His arms were folded across his chest and a small black holdall lay at his feet. Duncan had never been so happy to see him. He grinned at Keelay, who looked confused. He laughed and kissed her hand before stopping the car completely and opening his door. He didn't give Keelay the chance to move before he wrapped his big hands around her slender waist and pulled her into his lap. "Hey!" she squawked. As she grabbed his shirt for balance. "Sorry, sweetheart. Did I scare you?" he asked playfully. Keelay just smiled as his childish behaviour and shook her head. He looked so cute with his little boy grin and sparklingly pale eyes. She was happy that he was happy. He swung his legs out and stood, all while carrying her in his arms. Jake smiled at their approach. His cousin looked happy, though a little tense. The woman in his arms was beautiful. Glossy black hair, a firm figure and a pixie face. She was staring adoringly at Duncan as he carried her over to him. He reached down into his little bag and rooted around until he found the wire cutters. No point betting around the bush. Duncan still had three quarters of an hour drive ahead of him. Duncan placed Keelay beside him on the side of the lane. Jake, armed with the wire cutters moved in front of them. Duncan grabbed Keelay's little hand in his larger one and held them up, letting the chain dangle between their arms. Without any fanfare, Jake cut the restraint and they were free. Keelay could not understand her reaction to what Jake had done. As soon as the chain had been cut, Keelay felt worried and panicky. She couldn't help but think that without the chain, she would never have gotten to know Duncan. Without the chain, Duncan had no reason to be around her now. She was at a loss. What would happen now? Where did she go from here? Although Duncan seemed to like her, was that enough to start something on? Maybe she was imagining the connection between them. Duncan's reaction was similar. He felt the sudden loss of the physical connection between them like a blow to the stomach. With her freedom restored, Keelay could leave him. She had no reason to stay. He had been nothing but rude and awkward and grumpy all night. No woman was going to stay around for that. He had to give her a reason to stay. He had to convince her that he was good enough for her. That they could be good together. But he didn't have time. The moon would be rising soon and he had to leave. Turning to Keelay he slid his hands into her hair and kissed her with everything he was. His told her with his lips what he couldn't say with words. He wanted her. He needed her. She was everything. She was his. The kiss left Keelay breathless and as he untangled his lips from hers, she clung to him. Resting his forehead against hers, he sighed. "Give us a minute, will you Jake." He called out into the night, not looking away from Keelay. He knew Jake would comply as it was more a command than a question. Jake slide of the bonnet of his car and walked into the forest surrounding them. Duncan's breathe came out easier, knowing he was gone. Duncan stroked Keelay's ears and hair, touching her as much as he could. "Baby, I need you to go with Jake ok...."he started "No way!! I'm not going anywhere with him. I don't even know him." she interrupted. Duncan however talked right over her. "Jake's gonna take you to our cabin, get you settled in and everything. " something in her face must have betrayed her emotions as he quickly tightened his arm around her. "It's not for long, I promise. Just until morning, then I'll come back and get you." He assured her. "And why can't I just stay with you. You know if you don't want me here Duncan, just say and I'll find a hotel." She turned away and started moving back the way they had come. She wasn't about to stay with a guy that didn't want her. She tried not to acknowledge how much it hurt to think he didn't want her. Duncan's arms shot around her, halting her departure. Like steel bands they trapped her against his warm chest and she could feel his erratic heartbeat against her shoulder. "No! Please, don't leave ok." He begged. Looking at him, Keelay could see that he was worried and slightly scared. Why? W hen she asked this he answered, "I don't want you to go. I want you....here. I want to get to know you and....and....see you. You know, like go out on dates and stuff." He answered hesitantly unsure of her reaction. "Then why do you want me to go with Jake?" "I...I don't....It's best...Please just go with him tonight and I'll explain in the morning. Ok? Please Keelay, just...trust me. Please." He pleaded. He didn't know how else to convince her. He didn't have time for an explanation and even if he did what was he to say? Keelay looked at Duncan and despite the strangeness of the request, she trusted him. If he wanted her to go with Jake, then she would. But she wanted answers. "I'll go with Jake, but tomorrow morning I want an explanation. Ok? Some weird stuff has been going on between us and I want answers." she told him firmly. He released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. Her acceptance was like a weight lifted from his chest. He felt lighter in the knowledge that she would be safe. He didn't care about himself. He didn't care about his cousin. All that mattered was Keelay. Jake took her agreement as a sign to return and was standing by the open passenger door when Duncan kissed her lightly on the lips. "Thank you." he breathed. With his arm secure around her waist, Duncan led her to the car and helped her into the seat. It was hard to leave her though. His whole body screamed against it. His wolf snarled at the idea of letting her go with another male. She was his, he should protect her. Shutting the door, he stood and motioned his cousin to follow him. His body twitched, the need to change riding him hard. Jake followed him to the forest edge and into the sanctuary of the trees. The darkness surrounded them and the smell of the woods filled his nostrils. This was his world. Once out of sight of the car, Duncan turned to Jake and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm trusting you Jake. I'm entrusting her to you. I need you to keep her safe. I don't....I don't know what I'd do without her Jake." he whispered. He needed his cousin to know, needed him to understand, just how much she meant to him. "Don't worry. She'll be fine. I promise." he assured. Jake had always been a man of few words, never feeling comfortable speaking about his feelings. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 04 "I hope so Jake, because if anything happens to her, ANYTHING at all, I'll make what happened last year seem like a day at the spa." he warned. Last Lughnasadh, when the pack had gathered at the cabin to celebrate the harvest moon, Duncan had changed while angry and had lost it. His anger had made him powerful and vicious and when he changed he was uncontrollable. He snapped and fought with his pack mates and tore into them as they surrounded and tried to contain him. But as the moon rose, and the wolf took over, Duncan became pure animal. It wasn't until the morning, when the sun had chased away the wolf, that Duncan realised what he had done and saw the carnage he had left. Many of cousins and brothers were wounded in the fight. Thankfully werewolves heal thrice as fast as humans and none of his injured family had needed medical treatment. But it was enough to warn against the dangers of changing while under the influence of strong emotions. "Don't worry Duncan, I'll take her to Grandpa, he'll keep her safe. " Duncan nodded distractedly. His mind was on Keelay. She'd like his Granddad. They'd get on great. "You need to go now." Jake reminded him and Duncan nodded once. Looking at the car, he could see Keelay staring at the woods where they stood. She couldn't see them, but she knew they were there. Sighing, Duncan headed back to his own car before sitting watching Jake drive off with his mate. It took everything in him, not to drive after her. Took everything in him not to cry and shout. But he couldn't stop the howl that escaped his lips as his mate, the woman he was falling in love with, was taken further away. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 05 The long silver car sped down the dark deserted country road, its headlights illuminating the dense forest as it slithered and wound like a snake to its destination. The occupants of the car sat quiet and still. Keelay, whose pale face rivaled the quarter moon, twisted her fingers and tugged at her skirt. Her head swam with doubts and questions. What the hell was going on? Why had she listened to Duncan, who was a stranger, and gotten into Jake, another stranger's care stranger? Why the hell was she feeling hurt and lonely just because Duncan had left her to go to his family? When had she become stalker material? She sighed and wished to God she hadn't gone out last night. But she didn't really mean it. If she hadn't gone out last night, she never would have met sweet, sexy, caring, kind, funny, honest Duncan Duncan who left her on her own with a stranger. Pig! Jake watched Keelay as she sat silently looking out of the window. She was definitely gorgeous and Duncan was one lucky guy. It was every werewolf's hope that they found their true mate. Unfortunately most didn't and ended up either living half happy lives or alone. To a werewolf a true mate was better than a soul mate. Only their true mate, a mate to both their human and animal side, could tame the beast inside them, who always fought for freedom. A true mate combined both halves into a whole and brings inner peace to the werewolf. Duncan, the lucky bastard, wasn't even a quarter of the way through his life and he had already found his true mate! Jake drove quietly to the cabin and after a while Keelay slept. Her head fell against the window and her dark hair covered her pixie face. Her long, silky legs were crossed at the knee and a lovely chunk of thigh and ass cheek was displayed. The silver band of the chain end glittered in the dark and her dainty little hands were tucked between her creamy thighs, leading his mind to imagine what she'd look like pleasuring herself with her little fingers in her panties. Jake envied Duncan with a passion. He wanted his true mate. Not for balance or peace of mind, but for proof. To prove that he was in fact a werewolf, like his family. Yes, Jake envied Duncan fiercely. About an hour later, Jake pulled up to a small rustic cabin, nestled into forest edge. The light shone through the windows and Jake was glad to see his grandfather and his uncle standing in the sitting room. They would know what to do. Stopping the car, he turned to Keelay and touched her shoulder gently, calling her name. Even in her sleep she shied away from him, knowing he wasn't her mate. She stirred but didn't wake. He sighed and decided that it was probably best if she slept the rest of the night. It would mean no questions about Duncan or where he was. It would mean she was less likely to hear or see the werewolves in the surrounding woods. Getting out of the car, Jake sighed and shuddered. The moon was beginning to rise and although he couldn't change, he still felt the pull. He might be a freak but wolf blood still ran in his veins. He rounded the car to Keelay's side and carefully opened the door, to ensure she didn't fall out in the process. Lifting her carefully in his arms, he made his way into the small house. His Uncle Zack met him at the door and held it open for him. Unfortunately the small cabin only had one room, which he currently occupied and had slept in for the last two days. He always came to the cabin early, it gave him a break from the rat race and a chance to have some alone time. He moved with Keelay into the sitting room, laying her on the bed. "Would she no be more comfortable in the bed Jake?" asked his Uncle. "Aye, she would but I've been sleeping in it the last couple o' days and my scent is all over it. I don't think it would be wise to cover another man's mate with my scent, do you?" "Good point!" he laughed. Although the idea itself was nothing to laugh about. Wolves are very territorial and even more so when it came to their mates. It one mate returned to the other with another wolfs scent on them then there would be trouble. "How was Duncan when you left him? " "He looked like I was ripping his balls off. He was seriously mixed up. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for him to let me take her away." Jake admitted and Grandpa Drake and Uncle Zack nodded their heads in understanding. Both had mates so both could imagine what Duncan was going through. "I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up here looking for her." he warned. "He willni. Liam, William and James are meetin' him on the other side of the forest." His grandmother, Aimee, had a house there. Keelay stretched and yawned, turning on the couch. Her short skirt rode dangerously high on her legs and her top barely covered her stomach. Jake groaned and shifted so he wasn't looking at her. The sight of her lying there, spread out like an offering to the ancient Gods, was enough to make any man hard. "She's a bonnie wee lass." remarked Uncle Zack. "My boy found himself a good lookin' girl. Just like his ol' man." he chuckled. "She's way more than bonnie." Jake said quietly, but not quietly enough as Grandpa Drake heard. "Jake! She belongs ta yur cousin! Dinni go gittin' any ideas." he warned. "Jeesh Grandpa! I'm no that stupid." he complained as he straightened up and headed towards the kitchen, mumbling to himself about how only an idiot with a death wish would try it on with Keelay now. ********** Duncan drove along the country road muttering to himself. He hated that he had to leave Keelay. Worse, he hated leaving her with Jake. She was his mate. His. He should be the one to care for her and protect her. Instead he was the one who she needed protection from. His hands gripped the steering wheel and he gritted his teeth together. His wolf wanted out to hunt down his mate and fuck. The horny little mutt. He could feel the pull of the moon as it began to rise. He was never going to get to his Grandma's house in time but would have to fight off the change. He could do it. For Keelay, he would do it. The stars glittered above him, the only witness to his inner battle as his mind slowly slipped from logical to predatory. He started to see the world in another light. Everything became sharper and his hearing more acute. His senses were always the first to change. His skin tingled and the hairs on his body rose, becoming a lot more sensitive. He wondered what it would feel like to have Keelay run her fingers lightly across the skin of his neck, to feel the sharp sting of her nails. Of course this line of thought lead to more explicit images.... Keelay kneeling in front of him, his cock sliding between her kiss swollen lips.... Keelay bending over, exposing her dripping pussy to his exploring hands and mouth. Keelay tight and warm around his cock as he pounded deep inside her.... "Fuck!" cursed Duncan as he swerved to avoid a fir tree. Thinking about her was not doing him any favors. Probably get him in trouble. Hs wolf growled in appreciation at the last image, burning in his mind. Keelay, bound and submissive, helpless to his desire. He put his foot down hard on the accelerator, speeding around the blind curves of the bend. It had become a race now. Not to beat the moon, this had already started to rise. It had become a race to beat the wolf, as like the moon, his animal side was rising. The chains becoming weak as the beast got stronger. If he didn't get to his brothers before it broke free, it was anyone's guess what would happen. "Only five more miles." he whispered into the silence. Five more miles. He could hold on until then. At least Keelay was safe, for that he was thankful. She would never see him lose control. See him turn into a mindless animal. She was with safe. With Jake. Safe and cozy in the cabin. Cozy with Jake. In a cabin. She was probably in bed by now. Tucked up warm. With JAKE! Each unwanted thought enraged both the human and the wolf. New, dangerous images filled his head. Keelay sitting by the fire, cuddling up with Jake...Keelay laughing and touching Jake....Keelay kissing Jake...Keelay beneath Jake, his body surging into hers. Duncan howled in rage and pain. He slammed on the breaks and gripped the wheel of the car so tight, his knuckles turned white. Keelay was his. Why the hell had he let her go off with him? Why had he trusted him? He was a male werewolf, had all the needs and desires of a werewolf. The need to hunt, to run, to find his mate...to fuck! No, he couldn't trust his cousin. He couldn't trust anyone with her. The only one, who could keep her safe, was him. So what the fuck are we sitting here for? He asked himself, his mind automatically thinking as two separate entities. Throwing open the door, he leapt out and ran into the dark wood. He would get Keelay, stake his claim, and rip Jakes head off his body for daring to take her from him. Duncan's rational mind was gone. He was acting on instinct now. The instinct to claim his mate, to protect her and provide for her, to defend her and his territory. He ran hard and fast, cutting through the forest in a direct line to his Grandfathers cabin. His acute eyesight improving his night vision while his muscles, changing as he ran, increased his speed and his determination driving him on. The animals around him scurried in all directions as he passed, sensing the danger. Onwards he ran, the wolf in its cage egging him on, fueling his anger and desire. He ran to the cabin, where his unsuspecting mate slept, unaware of the creature that was about to claim her. ********** Keelay slept soundly, warm and cozy, on the couch. Her dreams were filled with the image of forests and mythical creatures and a damsel in distress. Jake sat in a chair by the fire, reading his favorite book for the eight time. It seemed sissy-ish to his cousins, but Pride and Prejudice was a great book and something about the characters captivated him. His uncle and Grandfather where in the kitchen, eating as usual. Werewolves had a big appetite. They tended to burn of more energy and had higher metabolisms than regular humans and so needed to eat a lot more. It was no coincidence that three of his relatives owned food businesses. Just as Jake got to the part of the book, were Darcy proposed for the first time, his Uncle exited the kitchen, followed by his Grandfather. "Where heading oaf to the meetin'. You gonna be awright?" asked his alpha. "Aye, Grandpa, we'll be fine." he assured him. "Right-o. See ya in the mornin' then." With a quick wave, both men left the cabin and Jake listened to the sound of their car pull off. He followed the sound as far as he could hear it before turning and looking at his house guest. Something must have woken her up as Keelay was sleepily looking around. "Hey, go back to sleep, It's still night." he soothed. "It's fine." she replied, rising from the couch, shifting her clothes as she stood. "I need to use the bathroom anyway. Uhmm which way...?" she asked shyly. "Down the hall, first on the right. Are you hungry?" he motioned to a small hallway leading off to the left of him. Keelay nodded as she passed and Jake rose. Slipping into the kitchen, he thought about how lucky Duncan was. Jake didn't have a wolf, so there was no guarantee he has a mate. And there was no other purpose in life for a werewolf, than to find, protect and provide for his mate. If he had no mate, what was his purpose? Keelay came into the kitchen and stood awkwardly by the sink, unsure where to go, what to do. Jake told her to take a seat at the table and as she slid into it, she voiced the question that had been playing on her mind since she left Duncan. "What's Duncan doing? I mean, what is it that he's doing with his family that's so important, even though you're not there?" Jake smiled. He wondered if she was going to get straight to the point. "Every year, on the 1st August, the entire family meets up to celebrate Lughnasadh. This is basically a pagan festival to celebrate the beginning of the harvest moon. Our family has been celebrating it since the beginning, way back when we worshipped the old Gods." "Old Gods?" "Aye. We worshipped Tailtu, the Celtic Earth Goddess and Fenrir the Norse Wolf God." "Really?" She asked with interest. Jake laughed "Aye. Tailtu was not only the Earth Goddess, but also foster mother to Lugh. It's said she died of overwork, clearing out a forest all on her own. Lugh decided she should have a festival of her own and created Lughnasadh, celebrated every August 1st. It's still celebrated even now. Although, now-a-days it's mostly just a day of competitions." "Wow. What about Fenrir?" "Fenrir is said to be the son of Loki and a giantess. Odin is the King of the Norse Gods. There is prophecy about them you know." "Yeah? What is it?" she asked captivated. "It's said that at the end of time, when the world ends, Fenrir will Kill his father." he chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows as he carried two small plates over to the table. "Go, talk about dysfunctional." she chuckled back. Jake laid a ham and cheese sandwich in front of her and she wolfed it down, realizing that she hadn't eaten all day. "Mmmmm, I needed that." Jake chuckled "There's more where that came from." and as he rose to make more Keelay put her little hand on his thick arm and told him not to worry she'd get something later. Keelay wasn't a big eater anyway and she was feeling slightly out of sorts without Duncan. "So why aren't you at the festival, with your family?" she asked instead, but as she thought about the possible answers a new question formed and with a worried expression she immediately asked "It's not because of ME is it? Because I'm here? I don't want to be a problem; you should go with your family. It isn't fair that you have to stay with me, I'm fine really...." But she didn't get to finished her fretted speech before Jake interrupted her. "Now don't you worry. It's fine. I never go to the festival anyway. I don't really fit in with the rest of my family." he smiled reassuringly. "Why not?" "Let's just say that I don't have the same animalistic instinct they do and it gets a little intense at the meetings." For Keelay his word conjured memories of Duncan and his behavior earlier in the day. The way he looked at her like she was something he wanted to eat, the way he touched her like he was rubbing his scent all over her. She still smelt slightly like him, although the scent was fading. She had an unnerving sensation of lose wash over her at the idea and ached to have him with her just so she could smell him. Shaking herself slightly to chase away the feelings she didn't understand, Keelay started asking Jake questions about Duncan. His childhood, his teen-years, his friends, family members, pets. Anything she could think off to help her get to know him. Keelay and Jake spent over an hour chatting casually about Duncan, little knowing that he speeding towards them. ********** Drake and Zack arrived at the meeting a little late but Drake didn't mind. After all he was the alpha and the meeting couldn't start without him. As he entered the clearing that was their yearly gathering point, Drake looked around his pack and family. His life. Aimee, his wife and friend of over 52 years, was waiting for him by a tall oak tree. He grinned at her and quickly crossed to her side, still unable to bear the separation for so long. Aimee was his mate in every sense. He never wanted for anything, as long as he had his Aimee. She was smart, kind, loving, and funny, quick witted and kept their pack from following the footsteps of all the others. Helped prevent the pack members, their children and grand-children, from becoming savage and cruel. She was packs guiding light. She symbolized the pack. But she had not always been pack. While he had raised his children to believe in the truth and to always tell the truth, he and his wife had lied and hidden things from them. Tonight those secrets would have to be shared. With Keelay now a member of the pack, even though she didn't actually know about the pack yet, keeping the secret was useless. As he reached her, Aimee took his hand and sqeezed, giving him a reasuring smile. Tonight the secret would be told. Tonight he would step down as alpha and pass the title to one of his children. Tonight their pack would change. He hated change. "Everyone! Settle down, I've got sumthin' to say." He called out as he stepped out from the shadows of the sheltering tree. His family automatically fell silent and turned to him expectantly. "Tonight is Lugnasadh. The night of the harvest moon. A night to give thanks and be grateful for all we've been given this year.....But tonight is also a night of change." He looked at Aimee for support and she stepped up beside him, linking their hands. "Tonight, I step down as alpha," a roar of denial erupted but he raised his hand and motioned for quiet and the roar became a murmur. "Tonight I'll choose one of my children to take the mantle of alpha. To take the responsibility of guiding the pack through the changes and the hardships to come. To ensure that the newer generations grow to be good and decent and honest. This is only some of the responsibilities of alpha." He paused and looked at his six sons and four daughters. It had been a hard choice but he had narrowed it down to three. His eldest Zack, his third son Ethan and his daughter Terri. All three would make a brilliant alpha, bringing their own strengths into the role. Zack was strong and sturdy. A rock. Ethan was more compassionate and open-minded while Terri was logical and realistic. "It has been a hard trying to choose which of my children should be the next alpha, each of you are wonderful and unique and I am proud to be your father. But only one can be alpha. That is why I have decided to leave the choice to you." Confusion rippled across the faces of the crowd like water in a pond. Them chose? "I have narrowed down my prime choice to three of you. Zack, as I believe he is strong and firm and would carry the pack threw the hard and stressful times to come. Ethan, because he is confident and compassionate and fair. And Terri, because she is just and realistic and can see both sides of a problem. Each of them would make a fine alpha and it is hard for me to decide on my own. So I leave it to you. Think over each candidate and choice who you will lead you." Quiet murmurs and whispers filled the silence. Choosing the new alpha was not how a pack was supposed to work. The alpha was the strongest, both physically and mentally, in the pack. If there was a change of alpha it was usually due to challenges and attacks. This was what separated Drake's pack from all the others, including his fathers. Drake's childhood was one of violence and hardships. His father believed strongly in beating his sons to make them strong. Women were forbidden to be anything other than housewives and mothers. Completely archaic. On meeting Aimee, he had found it hard to believe that she was unmarried and as nice and sweet as she seemed. If it hadn't been for his wolf instinct, he would never have trusted her enough to get to know her and her way of life. Aimee believed in helping those weaker than her. She believed in truth and justice and kindness. Her world was the complete opposite of his, And he love that. Drake had fallen madly in love with Aimee within weeks of meeting her and within months they had ran away together to get married and start their own family. Their own pack. Drake an Aimee had agree that their children would never live like Drake had so they raised them to believe in themselves and trust themselves, as well as each other. Their family had always been close and the siblings had never felt the need to have more than the others. They were happy with what they had. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 05 This made for a very unusual pack. Instead of fighting and conniving for leadership, his children were happy to let their eldest brother be alpha. And it was a shock to be given the opportunity to choose. Drake watched his children talking among themselves, discussing who they will choice and why. Aimee, the love of his life, stood by him, as always. He dreaded his next announcement. The secret the couple shared needed to be told, but he was unsure how his children would react. "I have one more thing to say before we run." He called. All heads turned to him and the noise died down. Speaking slowly Drake started. "You all know how your mother and I met. But there is something we haven't told you.....Your mother, when I met her, was human." Several cries of shock echoed around the clearing. Human? How...? "Yes, human. When your mother and met she was human and I changed her." "Dad," called Zack, walking to standing before him."You said their hasn't been a changed human for over one hundred years. Why didn't you tell us about mum?" "It is forbidden among werewolves to turn a human." He told them. Zack immediately thought of Keelay. She was human. She would need to be changed to be with Duncan. If it was forbidden then how could they be together? "Dad? How could you change mum if it was forbidden? Why is it forbidden? What about Keelay?" He asked, not given him a chance to answer before asking more. "I don't get it." Drake raised his hands and signaled for silence. The pack had started rumbling and shouting out questions. "Quiet!" He shouted. "I changed your mother without anyone knowing. It's forbidden because many old packs believe that humans will pollute the bloodlines so I could never tell anyone. I'm sorry." He hung his head in shame for lying to them for so long. Lily, his second youngest daughter ran to him, throwing her arms around his waist in comfort. He hugged her back, raising his eyes to look into Zach. "I don't know what's going to happen to Keelay son but if you change her, then there may be a war." He warned. Over the commotion and noise one feminine voice clearly called out "Where's Duncan? Shouldn't He be here by now?" Before they could react to the question, the moon's power to effect, gripping them all in a spell as old as time. They cried out and feel to their knees, the voices turned to growls, clothes were twisted and torn, faces and bodies began to change. No more talking. It was time to run. Drake's last human thoughts where echoing his granddaughter's question. Where was Duncan? Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 06 *Many readers commented that they were confused because of a line in the last chapter, so I just want to clear this confusion up. At the end Drake said to Zach 'if you change Keelay' and some readers think that I meant it wrote it meaning if Zach changed Keelay. This wasn't what I meant. The 'you' wasn'taimed at a specific character, it was meant as a general you, that if ANYONE changed Keelay. I would like to appoligise for the confusion and hope you enjoy this next chapter.* Chapter six Keelay stood in the doorway of the cabin staring at the surrounding forest, lost in thought. It was late, almost midnight, but she couldn't sleep. Her and Jake had talked for over and hour and a half about everything from college and ancient history to food, but mostly about Duncan. Jake had enjoyed sharing his childhood memories of his cousin, everything from embarrassing toilet training experiences like peeing all over the family cat to awkward teenage experiences with girls. She had learnt that Duncan hadn't always been the hunk he was today. As a pre-pubescent teen he had been stick thin and needed braces. She had thought it cute. It seemed that Duncan hadn't always been as confident around the ladies as he was now; instead he had usually gotten tongue-tied and flustered. Keelay found that hard to imagine as he was so sure and confident when he was with her. The night air was brisk and she was thankful that she had changed out of her tiny skirt and top into a pair of Duncan's gym clothes, even though they were so big the trousers hung low on her hips and the legs needed to be tucked into the thick socks she wore. The top too was far too big and hung loose around her neck. Thankfully it was baggy and covered her backside, as the trousers slipped down as she walked, threatening to pool at her ankles if she wasn't careful. Sighing, Keelay looked up at the sky. She loved seeing the stars so clearly. When she had first come out she had been shocked at how bright and clear they had looked. She would never have been able to see them as well if she had been at home. Back home Keelay lived in a privately rented house with her two friends Annie and Jill, both of whom had been with her at the party. She had called both there mobiles as soon as she could to tell them she was ok but was forced to leave a voicemail as neither were available. She was slightly relieved as she didn't want to have to explain why she had left the city with a guy she had just met. She was sill trying to figure out the answer to that herself. The only answer she could come up with was that Duncan made her feel safe, a rare thing in today's world. She had looked at him and felt comfortable and protected. But that still didn't explain the ache she felt at his absence. The longer he was away from her, the more she worried about him, which was stupid because he was with his family. What could possibly happen to him? A cold gust of air blew in her face causing her to shiver and wrap her arms more securely around her slender waist. She thanked her lucky stars once more that Duncan had a whole load of spare clothes left in the cabin. With one last look at the glowing quarter moon as it hung low in the night sky, she turned and entered the house, closing the door behind her. She had always loved the moon which to her had always looked beautiful, mysterious and even unreal at times. Tonight it seemed especially fantastic, almost like something out of a fairytale. As a child she had often whispered to the moon, telling it her stories and dreams. It seemed natural, as if the moon itself was alive and listening to her, keeping her secrets and watching her dreams fail. Although Keelay was a happy, positive person, she hadn't always been so. As an only child to parents too busy to notice her, Keelay had been passed from nanny to nanny before finally being shipped off to boarding school. Her father, a busy pediatrician, was always working and she never saw much of him, while her mother was a doctor's trophy wife and preferred to spend her days at the spa or having lunch with her friends rather than with her daughter. As a result Keelay had learned at a young age to rely on herself. She didn't believe in love at first sight or destiny and that made her strange feelings towards Duncan even harder to understand. Inside the cabin, Keelay curled up on the warm couch opposite Jake who was, much to her amusement, reading Pride and Prejudice. When she had first learned that it was his favorite book she had been surprised to say the least. It had always seemed to be a girly book to her. Not something the guys in her English Literacy class would read without being assigned to. But Jake had informed her that what he liked the most was how Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett had come together, despite the odds and forces against them. Their love had been just too strong to contain. This started a lengthy discussion about Austen and her various characters. Jake was once again lost in his book and Keelay found her eyes wandering to the window which, due to the coal black night had turned into a mirror. She looked at her face and couldn't help groan at how crappy she looked. No make-up, tangled hair and pale, ghostly skin. Great, if Duncan did come back she'd scare him off again! She couldn't help but wonder, for what seemed to be the hundredth time, where Duncan was, what he was doing and who he was with. ********** Duncan ran straight through the dense forest, his muscles burning and his mind working overtime. It was taking all his control not to change and he was slowly losing the fight. His claws had pushed there way through the flesh at his fingertips and now dug deep into his palms as he squeezed his hands into fists. His teeth had elongated and filled his mouth, giving him a snarling, wild look. The hair on his body grew longer, thicker as it sprouted. His body mass had almost doubled in size, causing his t-shirt and jeans to strain at the seams. He needed to get to Keelay. He needed to get away from Keelay. His mind, spilt into two distinct personalities, was in turmoil. He needed Keelay to tame the beast inside him, but the beast would hurt Keelay when he got his claws into her. Could he risk Keelay that way? Should he? He didn't think he had a choice. She would never be safe with him as long as the creature inside him was untamed but to tame it, he could destroy her. The various creatures in the woods fled and hid as he passed. It seemed to take forever to reach the small cabin but in actual fact it only took an hour or so. The closer he got, the more excited the wolf became. It hungered for its mate. But the man inside him also wanted to see Keelay, wanted to hear her voice, smell the sweet scent of her skin and feel her breath on his cheek when he hugged her. He missed her. The thick forest thinned as the cabin got closer. Duncan slowed his pace as the soft glow of the cabin lights came into view and growled in anticipation. He moved stealthily forward, half crouching as he prowled around the small house. He could see in the empty kitchen two plates and glasses. Duncan strained to hear inside trying to pick up some movement so he could pin-point where Keelay was. Moving to the left he circled quietly. He could hear the sound of the fire crackling, of two hearts pounding, of four lungs inflating with air. They were in the sitting room. He could see them now, Keelay curled up on the couch and Jake lounging on the large chair. He couldn't see Jake completely but Keelay was watching him intently. Why? What was Jake doing that captivated her so? He growled low in his throat and took a step towards the door, his foot landing on a branch as he moved, breaking it in two. The noise was quiet, barely audible. But Jake heard it. ********** Jake was pretending to read his book. He had been pretending for the last twenty minutes. Instead he watched Keelay. She seemed to be staring at him, except she hadn't blinked for several minutes. She was so lost in thought that she was daydreaming now. Her moss green eyes fixated on his book. He wondered briefly what she was thinking of before a sound outside set him on guard. It was a small sound, barely audible, but it sent his heart racing. What could have made it? None of his family was near enough that he would have heard their movement as they passed through the forest. None of the animals could move around quietly enough that he would not hear them before the sound was made. He dreaded to think of the only person who could come close enough to the cabin, quietly enough that he wouldn't hear him. Duncan. But Duncan should be safely tucked away at the other end of the vast wood. He was being guarded by his three large, powerful brothers who had been able to contain him last year when things had gone so terribly wrong. Jake laid down his book and stood. The sudden movement awoke Keelay from her trance and she stumbled to her feet. "What's wrong?" she whispered. "I'm not sure. Stay here ok." he answered as he left the room. He walked into the dark kitchen and over to the large patio doors that led to the garden. Looking out he could see nothing and as he reached for the key to unlock the glass doors, he was pulled back to the sitting room by an ear piercing scream. "KEELAY!!!" he shouted as he ran back to her. ********** Keelay watched as Jake left the room and although the fire was burning hot, the look on his face gave her chills. He looked scared, worried and confused. She curled her feet beneath her and listened intently as Jake walked around the spacious kitchen. The silence was deafening and just as she rose to follow, a movement caught her eye. Instinctively she looked towards the source and her breath left her in a rush. Looming by the large window was a shadow. The firelight that bathed the room did not cast its glow far enough to illuminate the dark shape, but Keelay guessed by its size that it was a person. Once she realized this, she thought it must be Duncan. She breathed his name in relief and ran to the window. It was Duncan and Keelay's heart pounded and her legs grew weak at the sight of him. As she neared him the first thing she noticed was his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were so pale they glowed eerily in the night. Frowning she stood before him and her green eyes grew large in fright. He looked like Duncan but at the same time, he didn't. He was bigger than before and it looked like he hadn't shaved in days. His fingers were curled tightly into fists and his muscles were bunched, giving him an aggressive stance. "Duncan?" she questioned. His reply was a slow show of teeth in a fierce grin. His canines had grown longer and formed fangs in his mouth. The sight of him standing aggressively by the window, with these changes deforming his beautiful face and body was too much for Keelay's nerves and instinctively she screamed. Her voice left her lungs in a loud, high pitch scream and the Duncan creature rushed from her sight. A few seconds later Jake ran into the room and found her rooted to the spot by the window and rushed to her side. ********** Duncan peered in the sitting room window as Jake entered the hall. Keelay sat staring after him and Duncan's heart pounded at the sight of her in HIS oversized clothes. At the exact moment that Duncan moved closer Keelay stood and his movement caught her eye. She turned and her heart beat sped up in fright. Duncan, as both man and wolf, cringed at her reaction but were surprised as Keelay rushed to the window, whispering his name. Maybe she wouldn't be as freaked as he thought she would. She stood in front of him, her beautiful eyes appraising him as his devoured her. She looked so much smaller in his large clothes, more fragile. He longed slid his hand under the baggy clothes, to feel her warm skin beneath. He just wanted to touch her and see if she was as real and as perfect as his mind was telling him. But of course she was. She was his mate. The most perfect creature in the world. Her dark curls tumbled around her pixie face. Her lush lips parted in breath. She stole his heart just looking at him. He smiled a toothy smile at her wide eyed reaction and she screamed. Keelay's scream shattered his peace. His heart thudded as his mate, the one woman in all the world that he could be completely happy with screamed in terror at the sight of him. His wolf, usually so sure and confident, whined and retreated back into his cage, willingly. Duncan's control came back in a rush and he ducked out of sight as Jake came running back into the room. His breath came in pants and he ached inside. He was a monster. His mate couldn't even stand the sight of him. He had to leave and get away from her. He couldn't stand to see the look of revulsion on her face. Howling in pain he turned back towards the wood, but some small part of his brain made him turn as he passed the window. He didn't know why, it did him no good to look, but he did anyway and he froze. Keelay, his hot little Keelay, was in Jake's arms. She clung to him like a drowning man would cling to a liferaft. It looked as if Jake was her only hope. His wolf reared its head and Duncan growled in pain and anger. How could she, she was meant for him. How could he, he was his cousin. He knew what Keelay was, what she represented. And yet he had his arms around her waist, her head tucked under his chin. He was trying to steal her from him. NO! She is ours, take her from him. Kill him for daring to touch our Keelay. whispered the voice of the beast. And for once, Duncan listened. Bellowing in rage he threw himself through the window at his enemy. ********* Jake arrived in the sitting room to see Keelay standing by the large window. Her face was pale and her body shook. Immediately he went to her side and as he lay a hand on her shoulder, she turned to him and wept. He held her as she cried, soothing her. He could only think of one thing that would cause such a reaction. Duncan. She had seen him. Seen him and feared the sight of him. "Hey, its ok. Sshhh. Don't worry, he won't hurt you." But his words fell on deaf ears. He didn't know where to start the explanation, as it was up to Duncan to tell her the truth of what he was. But she may never see him again if Jake didn't try to ease her fear. "I know he looked scary Keelay, but he's not...not really." Jake heard a howl of pain from Duncan and his heart went out to his cousin. It could not be easy for him to see her fear and be the cause of it. Keelay clung closer to him as she too heard the animalistic sound. Her little nails bit into his shoulder as pressed closer to him. Jake sighed and wondered how he was going to fix this mess. Jake knew Duncan must have seen Keelay huddled in his arms. Duncan's logical mind would easily understand Keelay's need for comfort but the wolf would not. A new bellow filled the night air. "Oh fuck!" was Jake's last thought as his half changed werewolf cousin smashed through the window, intent on fighting for his mate. ********** Keelay clung to Jake, crying in confusion and fear. What was that...creature she'd seen outside? Was it Duncan? Or some other beast that her mind had twisted to look like the object of her growing obsession? A howl assaulted her ears and she burrowed closer to Jake. He was warm and real and safe and she needed that right now. He was talking to her but her mind shut him out. It tortured her with replays of the Duncan-beast until she wanted to scream. Again, another loud noise erupted outside her sanctuary and she cringed again, trying bury her head in Jakes chest. But before she knew what was going on she was thrown away from him. Her wide eyes looked on in horror as the creature with Duncan's face hurled itself at Jake, who being half its size, crumbled beneath it easily. The fight lasted only second but Keelay felt like she was watching it in slow motion. Jake falling beneath the creature's weight. His arms covering his head in defense as "Duncan" swiped his massive claws over his chest and face. Blow after blow rained down on Jake's head and he could do nothing to defend himself under the onslaught. She watched in horror as Jake's handsome face grew steadily darker as bruises formed and blood poured out. "Oh God, Jake." she whispered, but they both heard her, both turned to look at her. Jake shouted for her to get out but she was rooted to the spot as the great beast climbed off its prey and stalked her. The look in his eyes was one of fury and hunger, hate and lust. She shivered and shrank back he came toward her. Two arms snaked around her waist and she was hoisted over his massive shoulders. She pounded her little fist but it made no difference. The last thing she saw before she fainted was the fear on Jake's swollen, bloody face as he tried to stand. She realized that the fear was for her. ********** Jake struggled to get up as Duncan carried an unconscious Keelay into the forest. It took a few tries but it was too late, Duncan was gone. His face hurt like hell and he could feel the blood running down his neck. He was sure his ribs were broken and that the bones in his hand were crushed. Black invaded his vision and he was once again thankful that he had at least inherited his family's healing abilities. As the blackness took over, Jake prayed that the beast in Duncan had sated his anger during the attack on him and that Keelay would be ok. ********** Duncan ran threw the woods, unsure of where to go. He still hadn't completely changed and his human mind tried to reason with the wolf. He tried to convince it that Jake was only helping Keelay. This caused the beast to growl and snarl and Duncan was afraid he may have made it more angry. He had only managed to stay in human form thanks to Keelay. The wolf, whose instinct was to care for and protect her, had understood that changing would frighten her more. Her slight frame bumped around on his shoulders as he ran and his mind tried to think of ways to explain, to tell her what he was. The wolf had no such notion. It wanted to claim her. It was a simple goal to reach. As they ran, Duncan's fear for Jake gnawed at his gut. He had hurt him pretty badly and he could only pray that he would survive long enough for him to apologize. Not that doing so would absolve him of his sin. Duncan carried Keelay through the woods to a small clearing on the west side. The clearing was bathed in moonlight and a small stream ran along side of it. It was far enough away from the many running grounds that the pack would not find them and Keelay would not escape. Satisfied the wolf lay Keelay down on the soft grass and headed to the stream. Stripping of his clothes he bathed. He washed away the blood and dirt that would offend their mate. When he returned Keelay was awake and standing, glancing around for an escape route. "You can't get away. And running will only make me chase you." he told her, his voice rough and deep. "Where am I? What did you do to Jake?" she asked in a falsely brave voice. "You're safe and Jake's at the cabin. He knew what he was getting into when he touched you." As he spoke he moved towards her, circling her so that she had to turn to keep him in sight. "Wh...What are you?" "I'm a werewolf. I'm your mate." he answered simply. Keelay's eyes grew wide and skittered over her surroundings. "What do you want with me?" "You're my mate." "But what does that mean? For me?" she whispered. "It means you belong to me and no one else. Jake knew this and he still dared to touch you." he growled. Keelay stepped back, afraid, but he followed until he had her pinned to a large oak tree. "Don't fear me, little mate. I won't hurt you." he soothed, "but I need you." Keelay's eyes grew wide as he pressed the length of himself against her, his erection pushing against her stomach. "No...please...." she whispered brokenly. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 06 "Yes." he stated simply before his mouth swooped over hers. He devoured her. His tongue forced its way past her lips and teased hers. His hands slid around her waist and bunched up the material of the sweater in his big hands. With one mighty tug the fabric tore and the sweater was pulled from her body. Her pert breasts and flat stomach lay naked to his touch and Duncan reveled in stroking his fingers across the creamy skin. Groaning he tugged down the large pants and Keelay was left naked and defenseless. "You are so beautiful, you make my heart hurt." He panted between kisses. Keelay didn't know what to do. The touch and the words were Duncan's but the voice and the look were not. ********** Silent tears flowed as Keelay gave in to the monster that held her so gently. She could feel her heart beating in her chest as her mind screamed out in fear. What was happening? Why was Duncan doing this? Oh God, Jake! Jake was so badly hurt. Was he even still alive? She needed to get help, to see he was ok. Her mind ran through everything that had happened again and again. She had to find a way back to Jake. "Duncan...please...we need to help Jake!" she yelled. He merely raised his furious eyes and growled. "NO!!" he snarled before pulling her roughly to the ground. Keelay cried and fought against his hands as he pawed and mauled her naked flesh. His claws scratched and his teeth nipped. He spread her legs apart and forced the head of his cock into her opening. "Noooo...." she moaned as he plunged inside her, unaware of the pain he caused. ********** Duncan snarled in satisfaction as he felt Keelay clench around his shaft. She was hot and tight and felt oh so good. He pumped against her, drilling his cock in as deep as it would go as she gripped his arms and shoulders. His tongue found her nipples and he took his time flicking and nipping them till they pointed hard and proud against his chest. He groaned as she moaned and writhed against him and his cock twitched every time she squealed. His long fingers slipped over her stomach and mound, until it was buried beneath her pubic hair to find her little button. Rubbing it skillfully he manipulated her, bringing her closer to orgasm. Keelay was shocked and ashamed as her body betrayed her. She could not understand how she could feel pleasure, when Jake was lying helpless, possibly dead. And it was all because of her. She couldn't believe that her body would respond to the harsh treatment Duncan was subjecting her too. So much pain and yet so much pleasure. Her orgasm neared and her only thoughts were of Jake. 'Forgive me!' she pleaded silently. Duncan looked down into her face as she glowed, her eyes glazed with lust and her breasts heaving as she panted. His cock was fit to burst but he wasn't ready for this to end. Leaning back on his knees, he grabbed her hips and the new angle penetrated her deeper. He used his hands to grind her against him, his claws digging into her soft flesh, but she didn't notice and soon she was screaming, so close to cumming. But he wanted her to admit who she belong to first. Wanted...no, needed to hear her say it. He stopped moving and his fingers leisurely found her clit, stroking her softly, enough that her orgasm would build, but not burst. "Who do you belong to Keelay?" he asked in a gutteral growl. "Tell me, baby." "Duncan!" she cried as she tried to grind herself against him. She needed to cum. Needed to feel him moving inside her as her orgasm hit. But Duncan wasn't playing fair. "TELL ME!" he demanded. "Who is your mate? Who do you belong to?" "YOU!!" she screamed in frustration. She was so close. So close. She just needed him to move. "That's right baby, and don't you forget it." he grinned as he withdrew slowly before brutally thrusting back in. "YESS...YES..." she sang as her orgasm flooded her. She sagged under the powerful onslaught and Duncan reached an arm beneath her back to draw her to him. She circled his neck with her arms and buried her head against his shoulders as he fucked her hard and fast, his own release close. He gently moved her hair and whispered into her ear "You're mine." before his teeth sank deep into her shoulder and he came deep inside her womb. Keelay screamed and came again as the pain and pleasure became too much. When it was over, all she could do was cling to him, her body useless and limp. Duncan lay down with Keelay, his mate, wrapped securely in his arms, his semi-hard cock still buried inside her. ********** Keelay feined sleep, her mind refusing to shut down. She needed to get away from him and get to the cabin. But she didn't know which way they had come or how far they had traveled. "Duncan," she turned to him, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "Duncan, we need to help Jake. He's hurt, badly and...." "NO!!" he snarled in fury. Here she was, naked and in his arms and she STILL thought of another male! The wolf rose to the surface and the part of him that was still human was unable to stop the change from being completed. Keelay tried to crawl away in terror but the creature grabbed her ankle. She could no longer think of him as Duncan as the being before her seemed to morph before her eyes. His dark hair seemed to be moving over his body, like vines across an old house, covering ever inch of his skin. His nose and mouth extended into a muzzle and his teeth nashed together as they gleamed in the moonlight. His eyes were icy blue and cold. The t-shirt he still wore split at the seams as did his jeans, falling onto the grass beneath him. The muscles in his body, now completely covered hair, strained and bulged. He no longer merely looked wild. He WAS wild. She looked into those frosty eyes and it was no longer Duncan looking back. She screamed and cried and turned to crawl away. Her heart thudding so hard she wondered for a moment if it would give out. But he would not let her go. He held her ankle tight, growling and snapping above her as he pulled her back towards him. She fell flat on her stomach and in a last effort to escape, she clawed the ground beneath her. The animal moved over her and she felt the warm fur of its body covering her back, chasing away the cold chill of night. Its hot breathe tickled her neck as it leaned down, molding it's body against her. She felt his hairy legs forcing their way between hers and its paws grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the ground. "Please...please no...please." she cried. Its long tongue ran over her shoulder and throat and for one horrifying moment she through it was going to kill her. Until she felt his penis, hard and strong, poking against her cheeks. She stopped. Stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped thinking. This monster, this..werewolf, was going to take her, here in the grass. He was going to claim her. "Duncan, please come back to me... please.. I need you..." she sobbed. The creature didn't hear, too busy caressing her arse to pay attention to her words. With one hand on her hip it raised her lower end, positioning her for entry. "DUNCAN...NOOOOO...." ********** Drake and Aimee ran together through the dark wood, nipping and biting each other in play. They loved to run. It was Aimee's favorite part of being a werewolf. It brought a kind of freedom that they rarely got in life. The woods were so familiar to them now, they knew each little animal burrow, each stream and glade. It was their home away from home. Just as Aimee nipped Drakes ear, a new smell caught their attention. This smell was familiar, but out of place. It was the smell of blood and it was strong. They looked at each other sharply before sprinting in the direction of the source. They ran with heavy hearts as the blood could only be mean one thing. Someone was hurt. The came across the source and Aimme howled in pain. It was the cabin. The refuge of Jake and Keelay. They whined as they saw the large window, broken shards of glass all over the floor. Drake crept inside warily, but he already knew that there was only one person inside. He changed and ran to the body of his grandson, broken and bloody on the floor by the table. Tears streaked his face and he howled in rage. Jake lay motionless, his blood pooling around him from various gashes across his chest and arms. His face was a patchwork of red and purple, one eye swollen shut. His right hand was twice its normal size. A hard lump had formed on the back of his head and the blood had already congealed in his hair. His pulse was weak and his breathing shallow. He knew who did this. Could guess what had happened. He signaled Aimee to call the pack and as her mournful howl filled the air, he reached for the phone as he wept Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 07 *First off I'd like to apoligise for the long wait. To be truthful I've actually written this chapter by chapter as it came to me. This chapter took me longer to write as I've been dealing with a few personal issues and I haven't been able to concentrate on the story. But I hope you like this chapter. I also want to apoligise for any spelling or grammar problems as my computer isn't working so iv had to write it all on my iPod.* * "Duncan, please come back to me..... please.....I need you......" The pleaded words sunk onto Duncan's mind. Wrapping around his heart and breaking it. He looked down to see Keelay, his beautiful Keelay, lying beneath him, shivering and crying into the cold ground beneath her. His large paws held her hips securely, his hard, throbbing cock positioned against her ass. The thick fog clouding his mind cleared and using what strength he had he fought the call of the wolf to take his mate. He leaned over her back and gently nuzzled her neck, trying to tell her without words what she meant to him, how much he needed her, wanted her. Trying to soothe her fears with his actions. As gently as she could he licked around the wound he'd caused, whining softly in her ear. His large paws traveled slowly over her ribs, caressing the skin as it settled over her breast. Her frantic sobbing slowed to a soft snivel as she waited to see what he'd do. With his free paw, he moved the hair covering her face, running his wet nose across her cheek. Keelay whimpered as his hit breath bathed her face. The paw on her breast kneaded softly, pleasantly, as he licked his way across her shoulder. Duncan took his time, trying to ease the fear the oozed from her pores. For Duncan, the entire world fell away, leaving only him and Keelay. He wanted...no needed to show her that there was no need to fear his wolf, to fear him. His tongue worked down her spine, warming her skin against the chill of the night. Her crying had stopped, her breathing remained laboured, although he wasn't sure if it was trust or arousal that had changed her. As he neared his goal he slid his hands over her hips to the back of her thighs, parting her flesh to allow his tongue better access to the sweet, hot centre. He growled in triumph to find her wet and slick from his attentions. The low sound seemed load in the quiet clearing, making her jump. His lip pulled back from his teeth in a slow, wolfy grin before his long tongue flicked quickly against her clit. Keelay shuddered and her hips pushed against his talented tongue. Keelay didn't know what had caused the change, but the difference in the wolfs behaviour was startling. One moment his paws were gripping her hips in anger, the next they were sliding over her skin in reverence. The threat of his teeth at her throat turned soothing as his tongue bathed her wound. With her face pressed against the ground she could almost pretend that the fearsome creature behind her was still Duncan. She knew already that the creature WAS Duncan, but her mind would not allow her to think of him that way. Accepting it would mean accepting that he was something other than human. The wolf took his time as he explored her back, slowly tasting her as he pleasured her. The hairy paw on her breast squeezed gently, his rough palm tickling her nipple to a hard peak. Keelay felt she should put up some sort of protest, fight back against the feelings he produced. But in truth, even though she was afraid it wasn't actually for her safety. She feared her reactions, her emotions, her strange acceptance of the situation but she knew, bone deep, that no matter how terrifying this strange creature was, it would not hurt her. As his long and magical tongue moved closer to her pussy, she heard him growl. The deep noise vibrated through her and she jumped. Her heart rate rose and her breath came faster. His strong paws held her open to his gaze. His quick tongue flicked erratically over her clit, sending shivers through her body. She moaned and thrust herself back against his face. Another low growl rumbled from deep within his chest. His long tongue slid easily inside her wet hole, licking and rubbing her g-spot, earning a load groan from his mate. His cock was hard and throbbing, a thick drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip. He was impatient to feel her hot, tight pussy encasing him but he was determine for Keelay to cum first. He pulled back and let his muzzle rub against her, covering himself in her scent. With the pad of his thumb her rubbed her clit roughly, his tounge dipping back inside her. He thrust inside her, long and deep, mimicking the sensations he would soon cause with his cock. Keelay moaned and groin her hips against his face, needing relief as her orgasm rose. She whimpered and begged, her voice soft and sweet to his ears. "Please...please...more...." her delicious juices flowing, running down her thighs. He abandoned the tangy, sweetness between we legs to chase the nectar dripping down her firm thighs, unwilling to lose a drop. He knew he could spend an eternity tasting her and never need anything else. It amazed him to think she was his, that despite the terror he had caused, she would still accept him. The rough feel of his thumb as it stroked her little nub sent her into a frenzy. He had to release his hold on her thighs to anchor her hips as she thrust violently against him. Her cries and moans were music to his ears. Keelay felt like her world was spiralling out of control. The feel of his rough digit against her sensitive nub was like nothing she had ever felt before, lifting her closer to orgasm with each stroke. But it wasn't enough. She needed to feel him moving inside of her, feel him stretching her as he pounded her pussy. She could feel the thick length of him resting against the sole of her foot Hot. Hard. Ready. She moved slowly, fondling his package with her foot, trying to make him as crazy as she felt. She didn't gave to try hard as after a few rubs, the wolf Rose above her, his dick finding the crevasse between her ass cheeks, thrusting against her in slow, easy stokes. Each jab sent the head of the beast against her ass, sending sparks to get pussy which wept in anticipation. "please.....inside me...... now" she growled between her teeth, unable to stand the torment any longer. A growl met her plea and at once the thick head of his cock met the entrance to her pussy, resting against the lips as if waiting. Determine for release, she shoved back, impaling herself on the beasts shaft. He grounds at the feel if her swallowing his cock, unable to look away he sunk into her het. With his arms wrapped around her waist, he pulled out, leaving only the tip remaining before thrusting roughly into heaven. Keelay squealed in delight at the feel of the wolf entering her. The sweet sensation of his cock as it dragged across her sensitive nerves sent jet over the edge and she came with a force that shocked her. When Duncan had changed from large male to towering wolf, every part of him had grown, his cock now stretching her tight pussy adding a delicious burn to invasion. Keelay blocked everything but the pleasure from her mind. She refused to think of bizarre situation she was in. The unnatural change of Duncan from human to beast. The bloodied body of Jake lying on the cabin floor. The strange bond she felt tying her to Duncan. She wouldn't think of any of it, she couldn't. Her sanity wouldn't let her. Duncan thrust faster and harder, burying his entire length in Keelay's heat. The sound she made each time he pushed into her made him hungry for more. He wanted to feel her clench around his shaft, milking him. He wanted to hear her scream as her orgasm took her over the edge. Lowering her hips, he changed the angle of penetration, allowing his cock to slid against her clit with each thrust. Keelay screamed and threw her head back as another orgasm flooded her. Her muscles clamped down against the thick, hard member inside her, making it harder for him to hold on. With a snarl he gave in to the pleasure, releasing his load deep inside her fertile womb. Each thrust discharged more semen as he whimpered in delight. After what seemed like an eternity he was done, his cock shrinking and his body leaden. Duncan rolled to his side, Keelay still wrapped securely in his arms, his limp dick still buried inside her. Together they lay there, letting their breathing return to normal, their heart rates slow. Above them the stars twinkled, the only light in the night sky. The moon, the only witness to the bizarre ritual that occurred, hidden behind the trees. Keelay was exhausted, emotionally as well as physically, and the sweet relief of sleep was a blessing. Duncan noticed the change in her breathing and couldn't help himself from hugging her tighter, burying his face in her hair. Keelay wasn't the only one who was sleepy. The wolf too was tired and relinquished his hold over Duncan, allowing him to return to his natural form. Together two lay naked in the clearing, the after sex peace leaving the relaxed and happy. Duncan knew he should get up. He needed to get Keelay back to the cabin. He had so much to make up for, so much to explain. He also had to see Jake. He could only hope one of his family members had found him. He knew he needed to get up, but his body refused to cooperate. He was content enough to lie there with Keelay, to pretend that for just a moment that the outside world didn't exist. But his peace was shattered as the sounds of howls and snarls broke through the silence. His family was coming. And they were pissed. Count Down To Moonlight Ch. 08 The peaceful silent of the forest was shattered as the angry snarls and howls of Duncan's family filled the night. The pack were on the hunt and by the sounds of it they were out for blood. Duncan tensed. He didn't have the strength to shift and wouldn't be able to defend himself or his mate if it came to a fight. He only hoped that his father or grandfather were leading them. It was too much to hope that they wouldn't find them as the scent of blood from Keelay's wound and the combined scent of there mating was too strong to over look. Unwillingly he moved away from Keelay, reaching for his clothes. He cursed to find his jeans torn and useless, his eyes automatically hunting the dark clearing floor for the gym clothes Keelay had been wearing. Thankfully they had survived his aggressive attempts to undress her and he quickly moved to put them on, taking the jumper for Keelay to wear. He crouched down in front of her and gently shook her awake. She didn't so much as mutter, to deep in sleep to be roused. Instead if forcing her awake he merely manoeuvred her into a better position to dress her. It was probably better of she slept through the confrontation to come. Lifting Keelay into his arms, Duncan started back through the forest to the cabin. He hadn't been walking long when he heard the first tell tale signs of being stalked. To the left he spied one of his many family members moving silently through the trees, his white-blue eyes never once leaving his prey. He couldn't be sure who it was, there were too many of them and they all tended to look alike in wolf form but if he had to guess he'd say it was his cousin Dean. Jakes older brother. He no doubt wanted Duncan's head for what he had done. Jake had four siblings, two older brothers, one older sister and one younger sister. All of them were fiercely protective of Jake as due to some strange birth defect, Jake couldn't shift. He never let it show but it bothered him greatly and made him feel like a freak compared to his family. Although his lack of a wolf form was never bothered his pack, they loved him just the same. It was because of this defect that Duncan had left Keelay with him in the first place, so she wouldn't have to see what he was before he was ready to explain. So he wouldn't frighten her. That worked out brilliantly didn't it! He snorted to himself. He'd still terrified her. Hurt her. He'd be lucky if she ever let him near her when this was all over. Duncan was quickly brought out of his thought as a large, six foot werewolf stepped into his path. He stopped and stared unsure what to do. Normally he would have shifted and the two would have fought, working out their energy in a good old fashioned wrestling match. But he couldn't do that with Keelay in his arms, even if he could summon the energy to shift. So instead he stood his ground and stared the wolf down. His dominant nature refusing to allow him to look away first. The staring contest was only broken as his elderly grandfather stepped through the trees on his right. "Wot the he'll ya dun now lad?" he asked in exasperation. "I'm sorry Grandpa, I never meant for this too happen. I just...." Duncan started to apologise but was cut off with a raise of a hand. There was no excuse. Duncan had broken pack law by attacking Jake, by taking Keelay from the safety of the cabin without her even knowing what he was, by claiming Keelay without her consent. The law was clear. Punishment must be handed down. Without a word Drake turned around and lead the procession to the cabin. The glass of the large window, broken when Duncan had attacked Jake, had been cleared. The table, smashed when Duncan had thrown Jake across the room, had been removed. But the bloodstains on the carpet were bright and clear. A visible reminder that Jake had been seriously hurt. After tucking Keelay into the bed in the only room of the cabin, uncaring that the sheets smelt of another male, Duncan returned to the living room to receive his punishment. In his absents more of the pack had arrived and shifted into their human forms. His father and brothers, several cousins, aunts and uncles now crowded the small room. His grandfather stood by the kitchen door, his grandmother beside him, her small hand in his. Drake hated punishing his family. He'd had enough punishments as a child to fill a lifetime and the though of what he had to do turned his stomach. For the laws he had broken, only two punishments could be given. Death or banishment. He stared around the room at the pack, all eyes on him as they waited for his decree. "Duncan, for the unwarranted attack of another pack member, the kidnapping of a human under my protection and the claiming of a human without her consent...the punishment is...." Keelay woke up to the sound of raises voices in the next room. Stretching, she looked around her at the pleasantly decorated room. It's soft blue wallpaper, cream carpets and white curtains chased away the nightmare of the dark woods and terrifying beast. She could help but wonder how she got there. The last thing she remembers was the cold, damp feel of the earth against her side and the warm, rough feel of fur against her back. She'd swear last night was a dream except the sting of his bite on her shoulder made convinced her otherwise. Her body ached also, unused to being used in such away. As she sat up she noticed a fresh change of clothes had been left on an old wooden chair by the door. Womens clothes. She rose and quickly dressed, wishing desperately for a shower but resolved instead to have one when she got home. The clothes were simple although a little loose. A plain cream tank top and a pair of jeans. She noticed the noise that had woken her had stopped and as she opened the bedroom door she heard another door closing forcefully. She crept down the hall unsure what to do but as she neared the main room a small woman in her sixties stepped in her path. Both women seemed surprised to see the other and after a few moments of awkward silence the elderly lady introduced herself. "I'm sorry about that dear, I didn't hear you come out. My names Aimee. I'm Duncan's grandmother." She held out her hand which Keelay took automatically. "I'm Keelay. Umm...where is Duncan?" she asked hesitantly, unsure if she really wanted to know. Aimee's face became clouded in pain and sadness and an uneasy feeling came over Keelay. "Why don't we go into the kitchen and I'll make you some tea and some lunch. I'm sure you have questions." without waiting for a reply Aimee linked her arm through Keelay's and lead her through to the brightly lit kitchen. She urged her to sit at the table before turning away to prepare lunch. Keelay did have questions bit didn't know were to start. She watched the small woman potter around the kitchen, the smell of food slowly filling the air, and tried to arranged her jumbled thoughts. "Does it hurt." Keelay jumped as the soft spoken words shattered her thoughts. Confusion clouded her eyes as she tried to understand what the woman meant, before she noticed that she had been rubbing the bite mark in her shoulder without thought. "Um..no..sorry, I didn't even realise what I was doing." she laughed nervously. She wanted Duncan. The uneasy feeling in her stomach was increasing and she desperately wanted to see him, feel his arms around her, chasing away the anxiety. "Where did you say Duncan was?" she asked. Aimee sat down opposite her and took a feel breath. Keelay glimpsed the pain and sadness in her eyes again before her gaze lowered to look at her hands twisting on the table top. "I'm sure you must have a thousand and one questions about last night. I'm here to do my best to answer them and help you in understand what happens next." she countered, completely ignoring Keelay's question. "Duncan, Jake, the rest of the family and myself...well..we're werewolves." She paused to gauge Keelay's reaction but when Keelay made no sound she continued. "Last night our pack was celebrating the harvest moon. The whole pack usually gets together every couple of months and we run. Usually we can control our wolf but there are few nights in the year when the moon's power is to hard to fight. Last night was one of those nights. It becomes harder for us to control our animal instincts, the need we have to hunt. To mate." again she paused to see Keelay's reaction. She wanted to explain the reasons behind Duncan's behaviour, hoping she wouldn't hold his wild side against him. Keelay said nothing. Unsure what to say. It was obvious to her last night that Duncan was more than human, but seemed surreal to be sitting in the kitchen, talking about it over tea like it was the mist natural thing in the world. "Each werewolf is give only one true mate. One person that can make both of their natures happy. One person who can unite the two halves and bring peace to both human and wolf. It's very rare for a werewolf to find his true mate, usually they only find an ordinary mate. Someone who makes the human half happy and whom the wolf can tolerate. Yesterday Duncan found his true mate. You. That is why he attacked Jake. Why he took you from the cabin. The need to claim our mates is an urgency we can not ignore for long." "How is Jake?" Keelay blurted, interrupting Aimee mid-explanation. She merely smiled gently and reassured her that Hake was fine and would be back on gods feet in a few days. "Keelay, it's very important that you listen to what I'm telling you. Duncan claimed you. He marked you as his and in biting you he's infected you with the necessary genes to make you physically compatible." "what does that mean?" asked Keelay worriedly. She didn't like the sound of that. "It means that your DNA is changing, just slightly...don't worry you won't have to shift until the first full moon. You have a few weeks to prepare." Keelay freaked then. She pushed back from the table, over turning the chair in the process. Her mouth opened but no sound emerged. Her eyes were wide in fright and denial. Turn into one of those things? No way! Shaking her head she started to deny it but never gotten the chance as the back door was suddenly opened and two men entered. The took one look at Aimees worried face and Keelays frightened one and turned to leave. Muttering something about about being hungry but coming back later. Aimee quickly rose and hurried to Keelays side. Her gently arms enveloped her, comforting her ad nothing else could. Keelay gave in to her emotions and cried. A few hours, and a long explanation later, Keelay sat in the living room with Aimee, Drake and Duncans father, Zack. Together they had explained that because Duncan had bitten her she was now a part of there pack, under their protection and part if their family. They had also explained the laws, mainly that Keelay could never tell the humans about them. Keelay also learnt that the first few months would be the hardest as she learnt to control her wolf. Her mood wold awing from reasonable to animal in a heart beat and the change could take her at anytime. Drake had offered her the use of a flat as she learnt to control get emotions and Aimee had offered to help her control her wolf as she had some experience in that area. It was harder for a human who was bitter to gain control over their wf as they were forced into it. One day completely human, the next day they have a full grown wolf control. Not the easiest pet to live with. The conversation lasted late into the night and as she struggled to hide another yawn she couldn't help but wonder for the hundredth time where Duncan was. The more his family ignored the question of his absents, the uneasier she had become. Why wouldn't they tell her where he was? Where was he? Had something happened? What where they hiding?