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Archeologist in Heat

By: AeternaLee



It was late afternoon deep in the Adirondacks. I was just finishing up at an ancient burial site that I had been studying in my capacity as Assistant Archeology Professor at NYU. I'd been camping out in the woods with a few students for the weekend, planning to head back to the city in the morning. But at the last minute the others decided to go home early, leaving me the task of recording the rest of the data collected at the dig. Oh well, I could use a little quiet time with my laptop. I didn't have anyone to go home to anyway. I was excited about the new find. My hope was that it would turn out to be one of the most ancient sites ever discovered in this area.

The light was fading fast, so I picked up all my tools, stuffing them in my backpack, and headed back to the campsite.

As I walked, lost in thought, I heard something moving behind me down the path. I stopped and turned calling out "Is anyone there?" No one answered. Probably a squirrel. I didn't like hiking alone way out here and was a bit pissed off that the students didn't stay the last night with me. Note to self, deduct half a grade from their field assignment report. Maybe they'll learn something about dedication not to mention loyalty to such a wonderful teacher, me of course.

Suddenly, a strange mist descended out of nowhere. It was very bizarre, especially for this time of year. It made it even more difficult to see the trail markers I'd left leading back to the campsite. To my dismay, I soon realized I was lost. I hadn't seen a marker in 20 minutes. After wandering around for over an hour, and with the sun going down, I was frustrated and a bit apprehensive.

That's when I heard the sound of a twig break off to my right and what sounded like a low growl. I foolishly started to run, not knowing where I was going, not caring much either as long as it was away from that growl. It was getting darker by the minute which explains why I didn't see the tree root which caught my foot. I fell and when I tried to get up pain shot through my ankle so I sat back down on the ground. There was another sound off to the right, louder this time. The sensation of someone or something watching me just back from the trail was making my skin crawl. I had visions of a mountain lion eating me for dinner! 

I heard another growl and the sound of movement was very close. All I had on me was my Swiss army knife which I pulled out of my pocket, hoping I could defend myself. Then I remembered the tools in my back pack and slipped it off, my shaking hands fumbling with the zipper. But before I could get it open I froze. 

Standing in the path was the biggest wolf I'd ever seen, all fangs and fur. It took a step closer and as the moonlight pierced the mist I got a glimpse of its amazing blue eyes. It sniffed the air, tasting my scent through its half-open mouth. Another step closer, then another. It was just a meter away now and I couldn't move a muscle, paralyzed with fear as our eyes locked. For a moment, I imagined that I saw intelligence there as it's impossibly blue eyes held mine. My heart was racing and I started to feel dizzy. Wolves usually traveled in packs, tearing their victims to shreds and devouring them, leaving the bones for the weaker ones to gnaw on. I didn't want to die, especially not that way. Funny, how you don't know you're a coward until it's too late. 

I must have fainted because the next thing I knew I woke up in a cave. I was alive! As my mind cleared, I saw that I was laying on the ground on some soft furs and there was a fire pit piled high with logs crackling nearby. It was night and only the firelight danced off the walls of the small cave. That's when I realized I was not alone...

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you" he said, his voice deep and resonant. A man, covered in a bit of cloth, you know like Tarzan wore, crouched near the fire, stoking it. 

"Who are you?"

"Does it matter? You are safe here from the beast." 

The memory of the wolf came back in full to me then. "Oh my God, that wolf was about to attack me. You chased it away?" 

"You might say he "changed" his mind when he looked into your eyes." The stranger said with a little smirk, then he came over and knelt on the furs by my feet. My pulse quickened. The effect he had on me can only be described as some primeval basic instinct. He exuded animal virility. There was something very sensual about the way he looked, the way he talked, the way he moved that seemed to excite me deep inside. As a scientist, my reaction surprised the logical part of my brain, but I forgot all about reasoning when he touched me.

He laid his hands on my sore ankle and I flinched. He smiled slightly. His touch sent tingles all the way up my leg to where it joined my hip, warming me much than the fire. He knew it too, I could see it in his eyes. He told me to relax and lay back while he tended to it. Then he smeared some cool mud-like substance on it, rubbing the soothing material in for several minutes. He laughed slightly when a sigh escaped my lips. He took his time, massaging every muscle and tendon, up into my calf and down into my foot, then wrapped a cloth around it. 

"Better?" 

I murmured "umhmm. Thank you."

"I've made tea, would you like some?" he offered. 

I nodded yes and raised up on one elbow to accept the fragrant steaming mug. I sipped its odd richness as he held it for me in his beautiful hands with their short clawlike nails and tapered fingers with too much hair on the knuckles. He was the strangest looking man I'd ever seen and I couldn't help staring, enthralled. It made me regret that I wasn't an anthropology major, as I tried to remember if homo erectus was the hairy one. That's when I looked into his eyes, his amazing blue eyes. I had seen them before, but I couldn't quite remember where. His gaze held mine until he broke it.

My whole body was becoming flushed as the warm tea flowed down into my stomach. I felt extremely relaxed. I vaguely wondered what was happening to me. "What's your name?" I murmured, finding it hard to concentrate. 

He moved closer. "Harry" he whispered into my ear. For some reason that made me giggle, thinking of his knuckles. 

"Where did you come from in the nick of time to rescue me?"

"I've always been here" was his enigmatic answer.

I didn't feel fully in control of myself, but I could feel one thing clearly, my body yearned for him. Traitorous body, I thought, but I knew that wasn't true because why I wanted him was as old as the earth itself. In archeologic terms, he was unearthing my hidden passion, uncovering my wildest desires, and I was digging it.

I felt his hand caress my cheek. "Beautiful." He murmured as he leaned close and his tongue touched my ear, almost like he was tasting me. He gently pushed me back into the furs, and laid down. Time seemed to slow. I closed my eyes. His long warm tongue marked a trail from my ear down my neck to the top of my breast. When had I gotten naked? Why didn't that fact bother me? He started licking and sucking on my nipples like a baby hungry for its mother's milk. If I had any milk to give, he would have surely brought it forth. I moaned in pleasure as I ran my hands through his silky shoulder length hair.

I should have been afraid, but all I wanted was for him to keep touching me this way, it was so exciting. Some strange pheromones were at work that I couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. 

He paused to see if I wanted him go further. I let out a soft cry of disappointment as he stopped licking me. All I knew was that I wanted him to continue, to feel him caressing my skin with his lips and his hands, to feel the way I hadn't felt in such a long time, to feel like a real woman again. He saw the consent in my eyes and resumed sucking my breasts as he massaged them. He made me sigh in pleasure again as he slowly, very slowly trailed his tongue down my stomach, into the little hole of my bellybutton, then down below to where my curled hair started. Each lick of his wet tongue sent sweet goosebumply sensations radiating outward. He playfully nipped me here and there magnifying the sensations.

I felt him go lower still, using his hands to gently open me up, exposing me, licking and probing me lightly with his clever tongue. He explored the wet folds finding what he was looking for and circling and sucking it as I writhed in pleasure. Then without warning he entered me with that tongue and what he did to me next drove me to the edge-the very brink.

He licked around inside me like he was searching for something then grunted. He'd found my special spot and vigorously tongued it as he rubbed my little clit with his finger. By then I started crying out in wicked abandon. He kept it up, until my body started to shudder uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. I arched up trying to draw him deeper into me as my juices flowed into his hungry mouth. He licked them all up, as I came down from the orgasm, breathing hard, and my heart pounding. 

He stared down at me for a few moments smiling, running that unnaturally long tongue over his lips and face, cleaning himself as he set back on his calves. "I'm glad I waited to eat you." He said chuckling. "It's been too long since I took a mate." The sweat was glistening off his skin and I could see he was now fully aroused under that loin cloth and it made me excited again. He saw it in my eyes and slowly removed the cloth exposing his manhood, erect and beautiful. It was my turn to smile.

Then with one quick fluid move he turned me over and raised up my hips, sliding his beautiful penis into me slowly, deliberately, deeply, with a satisfied grunt. He leaned over and ran his tongue between my shoulder blades as he increased the rhythm faster and faster. As he fucked me, I could feel myself building toward a second orgasm. My face was buried in the fur as I started moaning again, digging my fingers into it as he thrust harder and harder satisfying his animal lust full force from behind, wolfie style. I climaxed again as I felt him pulsate jet after jet of warm fluid into me. The ecstasy threatened to overwhelm me as he let out a howl and pulled my hips against him, plunging his cock deep inside me one last time, as I tumbled half conscious into sweet oblivion. 

Afterwards, he laid down next to me, possessively draping his limbs over me. I lay there for a while contemplating his warm breath on the back of my neck, his body against mine, and his musky smell on my skin. This is how it is supposed to be I thought as I closed my eyes. I felt safe, safe from the beast in the woods that wanted to devour me. 

When I awoke, the sun was rising and the strange mist was gone. I wasn't naked anymore. Harry must have dressed me. I looked for him, but he was gone. I called his name, but there was no answer. 

As I looked around, all I could see were large paw prints in the soft earth about the fur bed. I followed the paw prints to the mouth of the cave and then lost them as they trailed off into the woods. There were no human footprints anywhere except my own size 7's. There should have been two sets of footprints, Harry's and mine. A strange thought came to me but I pushed it aside as impossible. I hadn't dreamed it, I could still smell him all over me and I missed him. Can't miss a dream, right?

I found my way back to my campsite easily this time and hurriedly packed my things and took off for the city. 

I kept telling myself it couldn't have been just a dream, I felt too good. All my pent up sexual energy had finally been released. No man had ever made me feel the way Harry had. But what I was thinking was impossible. Wolves can't change into men and back again! 

Still, it was a burial ground and the thought occurred to me that I might have encountered an animal spirit, half human/half wolf. There were stories told around campfires of such things. My grandmother used to speak of shapeshifters, but my grandmother also believed in Santa Claus. I decided not to mention any of it in my official report, who would believe me anyway? 

The euphoria of that night lingered with me for many days and when my students mentioned a change in me I just smiled. The memory invaded my dreams so vividly I was able to draw a pencil sketch of him with just the right shade of blue for his eyes. I placed the cloth he wrapped around my ankle and the sketch in a small wooden box with a wolf carved into the lid. Someday I would give it to our son and tell him the story of his father.

The End

Archeologist in Heat Ch. 02



"Please don't go yet." I begged him, not wanting the dream to end, the same dream I'd had every full moon for the last twelve years. He held me tighter, stroking my hair. We'd just made love in my queen bed with the silk sheets in my little townhouse. A far cry from the cave where he'd first taken me, on the furs with the fire pit crackling sparks and tossing shadows against the stone walls. After a few moments of cuddling, he caressed my cheek with his hairy knuckled fingers, raising my chin so he could stare deep into my green eyes with his sky blue ones. "You are my mate, we are connected and bonded for all eternity." Then he kissed me deeply and uttered a soft throaty growl. He sniff-tasted me in various spots driving me wild. When I couldn't stand it anymore I wrapped my naked legs around him possessively bringing his hips to mine as he slipped his glorious cock into me again, making us one. After a few moments, he pulled me over on top of him. With his inhumanly strong arms he lifted me up and down, repeatedly sinking himself deeply into me then almost out until another wonderful orgasm wracked my body leaving me whimpering in pleasure. He loved to feel me cum first, howl/growling in delight, then fucking me a bit more until he came too. 

"Come find me during the next full moon on the summer solstice." He whispered in my ear before he licked it delicately with his long wet tongue sending those marvelous goosebumply sensations down my neck. 

I awoke against my will and he disappeared into the ether, just like he always did. The moment the moon dipped below the horizon he was gone. I reached out my arm across the bed and felt the emptiness, closing my eyes in denial. I could still smell him in my nostrils, still feel his touch, his warm lips, and his clever tongue. My body was flushed and tingled from the ecstasy we just shared. He was as real to me as any man had ever been, my Harry, my man-wolf spirit lover.

But this time the dream had been different. What was it he said right before I awoke? My conscious mind was beginning to overpower my subconscious as the dream faded. I struggled to remember, to catch it before it was lost. At last I pulled it back like a fisherman reeling in a prize salmon. He'd told me to come to him! 

But how was I supposed to find him? I'd been back to the site a dozen times by myself and with my students, hoping to see him once more, only to be disappointed. There was no trace of him, I couldn't even find the cave. So eventually I stopped going and hadn't been there in a year. 

The paper I'd written about the ancient discovery made me semi-famous since it turned out to be the oldest site ever discovered in the Adirondacks, predating the Iroquois. The bone fragments and clay pot shards had been carbon dated to more than 4,000 years ago. I named it Wolf's Rest since bones of wolves had been buried alongside the human remains, indicating some religious or cult relationship. I alone guessed the real reason. These ancient people WERE somehow part wolf, spiritually or physically or both, I wasn't exactly sure. But I knew if I put that in my paper I would have been laughed out of the Department of Archeology and asked to take a psych eval. I'll admit there were times over the years I considered taking one without anyone ordering me to. Every time I started questioning my sanity, my logical scientific brain returned to the one fact that proved I wasn't nuts. Our son.

When I realized I was pregnant a month after that incredible night of passion 13 years ago my first reaction was one of denial. I tried to ignore the nausea and missed periods for another month hoping it was some hormonal aberration. But the pregnancy test proved otherwise. I wasn't sure what to do. I was a busy professor with no husband and the thought of raising a child by myself scared me. Then I considered my ticking biological clock and figured at 36, with no prospects of finding a suitable husband, human or otherwise, in the foreseeable future, I should be thankful. I accepted the "gift" and from that moment on I was a changed woman. My students and assistants commented on my improved disposition and I found myself giving out more "A's" than ever before. They were even kind enough to throw me a baby shower and never "hounded" me for the name of the absent father.

I should add that my doctor ordered an amniocentesis because of my age to rule-out genetic abnormalities. The results were baffling and the cause of much debate. The lab told me there was an irregularity in one chromosome of unknown significance which no one at the lab had seen before. They said it could possibly result in a birth defect. I resisted the urge to explain that it must be the shape shifting gene and told them instead it was a rare gene I inherited from my Lithuanian grandmother who conceived my mother at the time of the Chernoble reactor meltdown. They looked at me suspiciously but let it go much to my relief. I saw the irony in blaming my grandmother since it was all her fault anyway. Her stories of ancient people inspired me to be an archeologist in the first place. 

Anyway, my gynecologist gave me the option of abortion which I quickly turned down, didn't believe in taking a life just because of a possible birth defect, especially this particular one. I really wanted Harry's child. I wanted to hold a real piece of him in my arms. I was sure he was the father as he was the only lover I'd had in the year before Cody was born and the only one since. 

I named him Cody Blue Wilder and he was perfect from his full head of black hair to his clear blue almond shaped eyes. Not a defect in sight, well not any you could see without an electron microscope. He didn't look like me at all, he looked more Native American but with Caucasian skin coloring. Cody seemed just like any other boy, although he tended to be a loner, preferring to play his guitar and write poetry in his lair as he liked to call it. He got good grades and never got into trouble. Not surprising was the fact he loved wolves. I encouraged him in this, providing ample educational materials and decorated his room with artwork. 

Without being too obvious, I kept a close eye on my son, worried with every full moon that he might grow copious amounts of hair, long canine teeth, and develop a taste for raw meat. As time passed and nothing happened, I chided myself for being superstitious. Still, just to be safe, I ordered a wolf clan protection charm from the Iroquois Confederacy website that I made him wear. He matured faster than his peers and after his 12th birthday he seemed perilously close to puberty. I felt if his father's traits were going to manifest themselves it would probably be soon. 

So, I saw his father's asking me to come to him now as a fortuitous omen. I would take Cody with me and seek his advice, if I could find my elusive man-wolf that is. Hopefully, he would be waiting for us. I never had the chance to tell him he had a son and I hoped he would be okay with it and supportive. We packed the camping gear in the jeep and took off, happy to leave the congestion and heat of the city behind us. 

Cody seemed quieter than usual and when I asked him if anything was bothering him he said he'd had a dream. My heart skipped a beat as I asked him if he'd like to share it with me. He hesitated. After a few minutes he said I'd probably think he was crazy. I assured him I would never think that. I joked about having some pretty bizarre ones myself. He grinned and finally told me that he dreamt he was a black wolf, running through the forest, wild and free, his heart pounding, adrenaline rushing. He said he wasn't alone. There was another animal with him, a huge grey wolf. The grey wolf spoke to him and told him he was his father. Cody said it felt so real, unlike any dream he ever had before. He even woke up panting and totally exhilarated. I asked him when this occurred and he said just last night. 

The timing couldn't be a coincidence. Harry had visited us both. Thoughts raced through my mind. Questions needed answers. All these years of vivid erotic dreams, were they more than mere subconscious yearnings for a lost love? Could Harry possess the ability to project his consciousness and travel like the mystics say is possible? I really should have paid more attention to my grandmother's stories. The fact remained that Harry had touched our subconscious minds while we slept and for the first time I felt confident I was doing the right thing taking Cody to meet his father.

After we set up camp a few hours later, I took out the velvet pouch that protected the carved wolf box. It was time Cody knew the truth. I asked him to sit next to me and I showed him the drawing and told him the story of his conception. Over the years we had discussed Native American folklore and I told him the many the colorful stories his ½ Iroquois great-grandmother had told me. He loved the stories so much he wrote songs and poems about them. So, I wasn't prepared for his reaction to my revelation. He got upset and accused me of lying and smoking one too many of my "peace pipes"(just occasional marijuana in a water pipe for migraines, nothing to get excited about). Then he stomped off into the woods and I let him go. I knew he'd come back after the shock wore off. I should have told him long ago instead of making up some story about a one night stand with a Peruvian archeologist on an expedition to Machu Pichu. 

I sipped my Mountain Dew and chewed my bottom lip as I wondered how I was going to find Harry, now that we were here. I figured the dig site was the best place to start. Cody had gone down the trail in that direction so I stuffed my compass, flashlight, canteen, and some snacks into my trusty backpack and set out to first find my son and then find my wolfie. This time I planned to get a few pictures with my cell phone which was tucked safely away in my vest pocket. I also brought a small air horn this time for protection against the occasional two or four legged trouble makers frequenting the area lately. The ear shattering blare would send any animal running and could be heard by humans from a half mile off if we needed rescuing. 

Cody had been to the dig with me several times and even helped mark off the grids, sift earth, bag and catalog our finds. So, I wasn't surprised to see him down in the large rectangular pit working the site. Over the years, the dig had spread out a bit when we found more evidence of human habitation about 15 meters from the original site. I didn't say anything as I sat down on a large chair-shaped boulder that had probably been there for a 1000 years. The thought occurred to me it could have been used for religious ceremonies and such. 

Cody didn't look at me, he just said "you should have told me the truth, mother, you know I always felt different and now I finally understand why."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know how to tell you, and I was worried if you told the story to your friends and they told it to their parents they'd have taken you away from your delusional mother." 

He thought about that for a moment, then agreed with my logic, jumping up out of the pit to sit next to me on the stone chair. He asked me if he was a werewolf and if he was going to change into some horrible bloodthirsty beast. I could see now why he was mad, it was because he was really afraid. Too many late night horror movies I suspected.

"No sweetie. That's just urban legends. Your father was kind and wise."

"You think he'll show up?"

"I sure hope so. I've got a million questions to ask him." It was about 4:30 in the afternoon and I figured we'd wait around a couple hours and then head back to camp. I told him I wasn't sure if his dad could appear before the moonrise. I pulled out the trail mix and offered him some.

All of a sudden the forest went dead silent. No bird sounds, no insects buzzing, it seemed like the trees themselves were holding their breaths. Instinctive apprehension caused me to feel a bit of a fright/flight adrenaline rush when I heard movement in the brush on the other side of the excavation. "Cody, stay where you are." I pulled out the air gun putting myself between the noises in the bushes and my son. I was amazed how motherhood brought out a brave streak I didn't realize I had. The sounds of twigs breaking and leaves crunching grew louder.

"Harry? Is that you?" I had my answer when two wild boars came clambering into the clearing, large males with 6 inch tusks. "Cody stay up on the rock and don't move. They lifted their snouts, no doubt smelling the trail mix full of nuts and berries, their favorite foods. They grunted and nudged each other as if forming a plan of attack. I stepped back slowly and grabbed the bag. Boars can be very dangerous if they decide to charge. I saw one rip open the calf of a hiker once and destroy a camp looking for food. I took the bag and threw it as far as I could away from us and the ferocious animals trotted off after it. 

"Let's go." I motioned to Cody as we moved the opposite way down the trail to our campsite. 

We gathered lots of wood and made a huge fire as night fell. The fire would keep the boars away, but I kept the horn in my pocket just in case. Thousands of stars came out as the sky turned slowly from blue to black. We had a couple of hours to wait for the moon to rise so we ate dinner and just kicked back. Cody brought out his guitar and we sang. I opened up a third camp chair and put it by the fire, not sure what to expect. Would Harry come to us as a man or a wolf? Would he come at all?

Finally, the moon peeked over the mountains to the east and anticipation rose in me along with it. 

"Mom, I don't feel so good." 

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I itch all over and I feel hot."

"Maybe you got into some poison oak." I suggested but a wordless apprehension crept into my mind. I really needed Harry to come soon. "I think you better go in the tent and lay down. I'll get you a couple Tylenols and some cold water."

An hour later Cody was sweating and his skin was so tender he cried out in pain at the lightest touch. I didn't know what to do. It was 50 miles to the nearest town and 100 to the nearest hospital. I suspected what was happening to him couldn't be treated by conventional medicine. I tried to stay calm for him, praying for a miracle.

"The first time is the hardest." 

Startled, I screamed and fell back against the tent, then recovered when I saw Harry, in human form, kneeling just inside the opening, concern evident in his blue eyes. I never heard him coming.

"Thank God you're here! I've been so worried you wouldn't come."

He kneeled beside Cody. "My son, it is good to meet you at last. Will you trust me?"

Cody looked up into his father's eyes and nodded yes. Harry told me to help him get undressed which I did. Next he told Cody to close his eyes and remember last night's dream, remember how good it felt to run through the forest. He told him there was nothing to fear, he would be with him, and that Cody could return to human form by concentrating on the sacred words known only to their clan. He made Cody say the words with him, over and over until he had them memorized. "KEE-teh-wa-KEE-tonka-teh" A calmness replaced his agitation and as I watched in silence Cody shimmered like a mirage then coalesced into a beautiful black wolf. 

Harry smiled at me and took my hand, sniffing it and lightly kissing the inside of my wrist. Unbidden shivers raced up my sensory nerves. "I will be back, my love, but first my son and I shall run the pine trails together up to the lookout. Will you be alright?"

"Yes. I'll be fine. Just bring him back safe." 

"Do not worry." 

Mesmerized, I watched as Harry got down on all fours. He flashed me a small smile and a nod and shimmered magically into his wolf form. He was magnificent, gray with a fringe of black around his neck. Harry was huge, twice the size of Cody who was sitting on his haunches quietly waiting. Cody came to me and rubbed his muzzle against my arm. Even though everything about him had been transformed, I could see his soul reflected in his blue eyes. 

Then they took off. I scrambled out of the tent in time to see them disappear into the forest. It was done. My son was a wolf. My man was a wolf. Never before had I wanted so desperately to be a wolf too. 

I opened a wine cooler, put some more logs on the fire, and settled down in my chair to impatiently watch the progress of the moon across the heavens. I was on my second wine cooler when I heard the hauntingly beautiful wolf howls echoing down the valley. The fire crackled and glowed as I waited for their return.

(to be continued)



Archeologist in Heat Ch. 03



Several hours had passed since Cody and Harry trotted off into the woods to howl at the moon. I smiled every time I heard their hauntingly beautiful voices echoing down the canyon. They must be at the lookout by now enjoying a long overdue father-son moment. I wondered to what degree they could communicate while in wolf-phase. Full of questions, I really wanted to be up when they returned, but my eyes grew heavier with each passing minute. Note to self, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have three wine coolers when trying to stay awake and alert. Unable to fight it any longer, I crawled into my side of the two room tent rezipping only the screen flap and collapsed onto my sleeping bag. 

What turns a dream into a nightmare is a mystery of the dark realms of the subconscious. Love and pleasure, or pain, hate, and fear can all come together in illogical and terrifying ways. All of my previous dreams of Harry were extremely pleasurable. This one was different, very different. Half man-half animal there was no gentleness in him as he chased me down the trail like prey and threw me to the ground. Clawing at the dirt and tree roots, I tried to crawl away but he grabbed my legs digging his sharp nails into my calves. Crying out, I asked "Why are you doing this? It's me, Kara, don't you love me anymore?" Ignoring my questions, he flipped me over and pinned me down, howling triumphantly up to the sky. He looked like my Harry, powerfully magnificent, his long black and silver gray hair hanging down to frame his beautiful face. But as the moonlight glinted off his long canine teeth I could see there was no love in his ice blue eyes, just primal blood lust. "You will pay for disturbing the graves of my ancestors." 

I punched at him ineffectively and he caught my hands easily. He pushed them over my head and held them with one hand as he tore open my blouse, then used his claw-like nails to rip my bra apart and my breasts came tumbling out. I squirmed and tried to throw him off me until he put his index finger to my cheek and dragged it slowly down to my jaw leaving a trail of blood. "Hold still tasty morsel." Then he licked the fresh wound savoring it as I whimpered in terror. 

Now afraid to move, I didn't resist as he ripped the rest of my clothes to shreds and I was as naked as him. He laugh-growled at my weakness and let go of my hands daring me to move with his eyes. Harry's evil twin roughly squeezed my breasts and nipped them, then cupped my pubic triangle pulling out some hair before pushing my legs apart and burying his face in my pussy licking up the other fluids my body had to offer. I gasped as he pushed my knees to my chest and shoved his long tongue deep inside me exploring every crevice while his lips sucked hungrily on my labia. He pulled back to lick his lips and said "very tasty morsel" then returned to devouring me with his clever tongue.

Even though I fought it, I began to feel my body responding and he could sense the change as my whimpers turned to moans. Not wanting to pleasure me but torment me, he withdrew his tongue and nipped at my sensitive folds turning my moans back into cries of pain. He howled to the sky again and straightened up kneeling over me, his erection larger than I've ever seen it before. Trembling in fear, I wondered if he was going to fuck me or eat me or maybe both. I had my answer when he turned me over like I weighed nothing and raised my hips up. He was going to satisfy his lust first and dine later. 

Waking with a start, still trembling, I realized it was just a nightmare. A frighteningly realistic nightmare. Taking a couple of slow calming breaths, I eventually became aware of the noises outside the tent. The wild boars were back, rooting through the box of food and the trash I forgot to put up. I peered at them through the tent flap. I counted four of them, a large ferocious looking male and three smaller females, all with tusks gleaming in the moonlight. Since they were looking for food, and there wasn't any in the tent, I wasn't too worried about them attacking me. But I was concerned that Harry and Cody might come rushing back into camp unaware of the dangerous beasts running amok. The irony hit me that if anyone got a look at my family, they'd think THEY were dangerous beasts. Wolves are one of the most maligned and feared wild creatures on the earth. The intelligent carnivores deserve to exist too. Lucky for us there's not a smarter carnivore up the evolutionary ladder hunting us to extinction.

(Oh no, not hiccups, please God not now) I pleaded as I put a pillow to my face to muffle the sounds, hoping the boars wouldn't notice. No such luck. The large one raised its head and looked directly at me grunting a threat. He took a few steps towards the tent and my heart pounded in between the spasms of my diaphragm. I inched back into a corner kicking myself mentally for not bringing my airhorn inside when I came to bed. I called out silently to Harry: HELP!hiccup...I need HELP!

Cody and Harry were casually loping back to camp when they sensed danger. They stopped dead in their tracks. (Mom's in trouble!) Cody thought-spoke then took off at a full run. As they neared camp Harry told his son to let him lead.

Coming out into the clearing, Harry quickly surveyed the situation. He saw the large agitated boar ripping at the tent and the smaller ones rummaging through the food and garbage. The male was obviously trying to protect his little harem from a perceived threat. Harry felt no fear as he slowly approached growling deeply, the hairs on his neck standing up menacingly. The male boar turned its head grunting and snorting, then backed away from the advancing wolf.

When I heard the growls relief washed over me followed by apprehension. I looked out and saw the moonlight reflecting off Harry's silver coat through the torn shreds of the flap. Could he handle himself against that many? Where was Cody? Movement caught my eye as the dark form of my son moved out into the camp to stand near his father. Their teeth were barred as they snarled and growled. I watched in fascination as the scene played out. The boars backed away as the wolves kept advancing, eventually turning tail and running off into the brush. 

I quickly unzipped the damaged flap and held it aside so they could come in. They nuzzled and pawed me for a minute, knocking me on my butt before backing off. I watched as they shimmered then coalesced back into their human forms. "Are you alright, Mom?" Cody asked and I assured him I was fine. He went to put on some clothes as I turned my attention to Harry. My naked wolfman was squatting just inside the door and flashed me a small smile when our eyes met.

Cody eventually came back with shorts and a tee shirt in his hands and tossed them to his father. "You're gonna need these, dad, though they might be a little small."

"Thanks, son." 

We sat Indian style on the floor as Cody told me a little about what happened, describing it as the most incredible experience of his life. Harry sat on my sleeping bag not saying much at all, letting our son tell the tale. I had the feeling he didn't tell me everything, but that was okay. Some things between a father and son should be private. Cody finally yawned and said he was going to get some sleep. He surprised me by giving me a long hug and told me he loved me very much before disappearing into the other room of the tent. I wondered what brought that on, he hadn't been so affectionate in years.

"I've got so many questions that I've wanted to ask you all this time." I asked Harry, laying my hand on his thigh. "What are you? How did you get here?" 

He got a far away look in his eyes. "I'm of the KEE-Teh-Wa clan. I've dwelled in these mountains for as long as I have memories. Mostly I slept, in the earth where you dug up the bones, my bones and those of my people." He paused when he saw the puzzled look on my face.

"But how can those be your bones? You're sitting right here and they're in a drawer back at the University."

"I do not know how to explain it. One moment I would be resting with the ancestors, then the full moon would come and touch the earth and I would be alive again." 

The warm breeze stirred the trees outside the tent and the loud hooting of an owl interrupted Harry's incredible revelations. I had no reason to doubt him, but it was a stretch of the imagination even for me.

"My grandmother told me stories of a lost tribe of shape-shifters, who could change from man to wolf and back at will but I thought they were just legends."

He smiled and told me that particular legend was true. "When a strange sickness came and many started dying, our last shaman wove a powerful spell in the hope that something of us would survive. A healthy male was chosen, sacrifices were made, and when the last person died the chosen one remained immune and immortal. He was to wait for a suitable mate and pass his seed on, then the spell would be broken. He mated several times over the centuries with wolves and humans, but the ability to shape-shift eluded his offspring who would remain in either wolf-phase or man-phase. He eventually despaired of ever succeeding in his task."

"Maybe it wasn't a dominant gene or maybe it was passed on through the female. Could all your people shape-shift?"

"There were some born without the ability. They were sent away so that the wolf stayed strong in us. They formed other clans."

"Maybe those people were the ancestors of some of the Native American tribes in this area."

"It is possible."

"So, you're the one they choose? But...that would mean you're over 3000 years old." My logical mind screamed preposterous but every other part of me believed what he said was true. He nodded a simple yes.

"Okay, say I believe you. What made you choose me?" I asked quietly. 

"You are part of us, I could sense it right away. I knew you were the one. That is why I didn't hurt you, why I had to have you."

"I was scared to death when I first saw you, that was probably fear you sensed." I joked. "I guess it was lucky I'm part Iroquois. If I wasn't would you have eaten me? And how is it you can speak modern English?"

Harry grinned and took my hand sniff-tasting the inner part of my wrist. "Do you want to ask me questions all night or would you rather make love to your "old" man." He saw the answer in my eyes. "Come with me." He pulled me up.

"But what about Cody?"

"Let him sleep." Harry led me to the cave, our cave, the one I searched for all these years. It was right by the burial site in a crevice in the cliff face. I was sure I searched there a hundred times. He started a fire as I got undressed and laid down on the soft rabbit fur and deerskin bed. At least Harry put the skins of his past meals to good use I thought to myself. It was just like I remembered it. I watched my lover stand up and stretch and I was again affected by his animal magnetism which made my pulse quicken. He was exquisitely beautiful, with his olive skin, long salt and pepper hair, muscular body, and eyes the color of a cool alpine pool. I, on the other hand, was just average looking, my grey-green eyes my only claim to beauty. All the more reason to marvel that he was mine.

He came to lay down beside and pulled me close. The sensual dreams we'd shared had been wonderful but only mind-visions. This was real. We both felt it, the passion and desire of 13 years waiting just beneath the surface. It didn't take much before it boiled over in a hot torrent of sexual energy that took us both to new heights. We gloriously fucked each other for hours, resting for a bit then doing it again in several different ways. I loved the feel of his hands on my hips as he took me from behind wolf-style, the angle especially pleasurable for both of us. I didn't think it was even possible to experience that many orgasms. But all good things must come to an end and we eventually fell into an exhausted, contented slumber. 

When I awoke Harry was laying next to me looking at me with a question in his eyes. "What?" I asked sitting up on an elbow and stoking his bare thigh, happy that he wasn't anything like the manimal in my nightmare.

"It's been so long since we were together, I almost forgot how your scent affects me." He said quietly tilting his head up a bit and inhaling deeply.

Not what I expected, not even a question. I grinned then noticed the sky was getting lighter outside the cave entrance. If the moon sets any chance for further talk or intimacy would vanish with it. "Harry! The moon!"

"Do not worry." He said mysteriously then pulled me over into his arms and kissed me long and deep. I relaxed into his embrace and kissed him back breathing in his scent too. He smelled of pine needles, damp earth and...tobacco...how odd. 

"Have you been out in the forest smoking?" 

He ignored my question. "The moon has no power over me anymore. My time here is coming to an end."

"What do you mean coming to an end? You're not going to...to turn back into bones and...and..." I couldn't bring myself to say the word die.

"No. I meant the task given me to sire a child of the wolf clan and to guard the sacred burial ground until then is ending."

I looked guilty and said "I'm afraid I really mucked up their final resting place....I'm sorry."

"What you dug up was a secondary resting place. It was not the burial site of the shaman and elders which is still intact and well-hidden right here in this cave." Before I could say anything about that he added, "Did you ever wonder why your grandmother brought you here every year during the summer solstice?"

"It was a family tradition, she used to come with her mother who came with her mother who started it or so the story goes."

"She brought you because she was preparing you for the day we would meet. She knew the secret because her grandfather was my son."

I stared at him trying to make sense of what he was saying. "But...that would make you....oh God no...that can't be right." The man I love, the father of my son, was also my great-great-grandfather! My head started to hurt just thinking about the incestual ramifications. 

"Our mating strengthened the chance of success, the result being our son who can shift. We might even sire more children if we are blessed and he surely will." He grinned. For once I was speechless. I couldn't deny my love for him no matter who or what he was. Four generations removed was a long way back, so far back there probably wasn't even a law against marrying your great-great grandfather, but still it was socially taboo. After the initial shock wore off I tried to see it from a wolfman's perspective. Interbreeding among wolves was common and probably explained why Harry didn't see any problem at all with our relationship.

I eventually chose to accept something that I couldn't change and try to be thankful for my blessings, even if the circumstances were very unconventional. Harry watched the various emotions running across my face but didn't say anything more, just kissed me and got up to put out the fire. We got dressed and headed back to camp. I was starving and a bit concerned about Cody being alone so long. But when we got there he was up making breakfast out of what the boars had left which wasn't much. 

"Mom, Dad, I was gettin worried. You hungry?"

"Ravenous." I took the bowl of cereal he handed me and sat down in a camp chair. Cody came to sit next to me. He was in a good mood. I was still trying to come to grips with my little family's lineage and decided it was best not to tell Cody. Harry was gnawing on a piece of beef jerky gazing off into the woods. We had to get back to the city this afternoon and I hoped Harry would come with us. He still hadn't explained everything about how he could be sitting here in the daylight or what was going to happen now. 

"Do you want to tell her or should I?" Harry asked Cody. Cody's lighthearted mood shifted in a heartbeat. He acted so mature all the time, it was easy to forget he was only 13. He looked a little worried as he finally blurted out "Mom, something wonderful happened last night, besides the shape-shifting. I went time traveling."

"Time traveling?"

"Yeah it was so cool! I got to meet my ancestors and we smoked and chanted."

"Smoked what?"

"I don't know something in pipes. Kind of made me light-headed."

"Um Cody could you excuse us for a minute?" I asked getting up and grabbing Harry's teeshirt and dragging him off behind the tent. "Are you crazy? What kind of funny tobacco did you give him? I thought I smelled something on you when I woke up." 

"I took Cody with me to talk and smoke with the elders while the magic was still strong in me."

"You expect me to believe you took our son on some kind of a vision quest? The scientist in me is pretty sure it's impossible to talk with the dead unless you like one-sided conversations."

"I assure you we crossed over, I've done it countless times. It was necessary to show them their dying wish had been fulfilled."

"You're serious?"

"I would never lie to you." He said calmly.

"It's just so hard for me to except all of this mystical mumbo jumbo. Maybe if you included me I could find all of it easier to swallow. Cody could have gotten sick or stuck in the past or something." 

"I regret I did not have the power to take you with us, but he was not in any danger. What is done cannot be undone." He said with an air of finality, like the last piece of a puzzle pressed into place. 

"Mom? Is everything okay?" Cody was peering around the tent. I went over to him and hugged him tightly. 

"Everything's fine, sweetie. Why don't you start cleaning up camp and I'll help you take down the tent in a minute. You can tell me all about your adventure on the long drive home." He did as he was told and I turned back to Harry who looked so normal and human standing there in the bright sunlight. "Why didn't you vanish with the moon like you usually do?" 

"The spell was broken after we journeyed across time, the magic is gone. Cody and I need only return here once a year on the summer solstice, this we promised the ancestors. I would like us to be a family, if you want me, then I can teach the boy how to control his shape-shifting and live without fear." Harry reached out his hand. I hesitated for only a moment before taking it, happy that I wasn't ever going to lose him again. Cody saw us holding hands and smiled broadly.

I knew that our son would be alright now that Harry would be with us. What a story it would be to tell our grandchildren and their children. Cody's very existence had set his father free. Cody was the living connection between the present and the past. That had a certain symmetry to it, like the strands of a long braid weaving all our lives together. 

"So, do you want me?" He asked looking down at me with love in his beautiful blue eyes.

"You know I do." I told him. "Just promise me one thing. NEVER call me a tasty morsel."

The End

(written 10/1/08 by AeternaLee)