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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolf, Werewolf_Mates, Knotting, Underage_Sex,
      Underage_Jensen, Older_Jared, Supernatural_Elements, Mating_Cycles/In
      Heat, Young_Jensen_Ackles, Alpha_Jared, Beta_Jensen, Alpha/Beta, Top
      Jared, Bottom_Jensen, Consent_Issues, Size_Kink, pseudo-bestiality,
      Monster_Jared
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-18 Completed: 2014-10-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 35464
****** Inheritance ******
by Miss_Lv
Summary
     Jensen is the son of purist parents who believe that the
     supernaturals in the world are lesser beings. While Jensen's never
     really agreed with that he's never thought much on it until the day
     he finds out that he's a supernatural, a werewolf.
Notes
     A kinda re-write of an older piece I never finished. I've gotten it
     to a place I like and I'll eventually write a time stamp/follow up
     for it.
     This is basically 35,000 words of werewolf smut and werewolf fluff.
     Enjoy that. It's like a werewolf romance novel but with gay sex and
     Jensen as the plucky heroine.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Once upon a time there was a werewolf who sought a mate. He struck a bargain
with a family that he would earn their respect and in time court on of their
daughters. The family agreed but the werewolf was not what he seemed, he was
cruel and vicious. The family would not let him have a daughter if they knew so
he hid his evil nature in order to get close enough to steal a daughter away.
But the family realized this and so they devised a plan to stop the evil
werewolf from harming them or some other poor girl. They promised him a
daughter and started the marriage ritual. In order for the werewolf to make his
claim one of the daughters had to accept him and agree to become his mate.
However, each daughter denied him. Because of the ceremony the werewolf could
not take any other mate but from the family he had tied himself to and each
daughter had refused him. The werewolf however did not give up so easily and he
tried to charm each daughter, promising them wonderful things and then
threatening them with terrible things. The family became afraid of the
werewolf’s madness and so they fled from the terrible beast. This enraged the
werewolf and he hunted them, followed their every step and tried to trick each
daughter to his side. But they saw him as the monster he was and refused time
and time again. The werewolf was a terrible beast though and he followed them
still so the clever parents arranged each daughter to marry, finding good kind
husbands for each daughter until the werewolf was thwarted. Infuriated by this
the werewolf swore his revenge; that he would come back for their children and
trick one of them into agreeing to be his mate. He would never leave them alone
but rather hunt them for all time and take his mate from them one day.
 
 
“I’m a what?”
The doctor gave the boy in front of him a sympathetic smile and shuffled some
brochures he had brought back into the tiny examination room with him.
“It’s understandable that you're surprised, it's rare not to know beforehand
and it can be a big shock to someone unprepared,” he tried to sooth but Jensen
lifted a hand, cutting off the speech and shaking his head in denial.
“I can’t be- you don’t get it, I don’t have any werewolves in my family!” His
voice was beginning to sound hysterical even to him and he struggled to get a
hold of himself.
The doctor gave him a tiny disapproving frown. “Lycanthrope can be a recessive
gene, it might not have been present for a few generations but it still
existed,” the older man explained and Jensen didn’t know if he wanted to scream
or just break down crying. The doctor staring him down was far too calm for
someone who was saying something that was utterly impossible.
“Commonly Lycanthropes recognize other Lycanthropes and thus it’s not often for
someone to get to your age unaware but it’s not unheard of. What’s happening to
you now is because your body has grown into maturity and ready for the next
step.”
“And that is?” Jensen managed, his voice still mangled while his fingers
twisted into the arms of the chair he was seated in.
“You’ve started your menstrual cycle, you're in the average age for
Lycanthropes to begin in either gender, aging is slower than a normal human.”
The doctor lectured easily, trying to sound soothing again though he seemed
more awkward, he probably wasn’t expecting this anymore then Jensen maybe. 
“…Is there any way the tests could be wrong? That this is all a mistake?”
“No, your blood isn’t lying.”
“Maybe a mix up with the blood then?” Jensen asked hopefully and was given a
narrow frown in return.
“No, we don’t make that sort of mistakes and I only ran the test to prove this
to you, the condition you came in with is a very strong signifier.”
“You don’t understand, my parents are huge purists, like racist to all
supernatural purists, how can there be a Were…l-lycanthrope in either of my
family lines?”
“I can’t answer that for you, but the test result isn’t questionable, you’re
most defiantly carrying and showing minor lycanthrope.”
“Minor, they're levels of it?” Jensen struggled to keep his hysteria down, but
it felt like it was clawing its way up his throat, threatening to choke him.
The little clinic room felt like it was closing in on him.
“A varying degree of them actually. You fall under minor, not the lowest but
close to it, it’s most likely you won’t ever shift.”
“But I’ll get ass periods,” Jensen laughed, his voice hollowed out.
“Yes, you’ll have regular menstrual cycles and experience natural lubrication
during sexual stimulation. You’ll also have to be aware that if matched with a
male who carries Lycanthrope, you could also conceive a child.”
“Ass babies. I can have ass babies.”
“You’re not taking this very seriously,” the doctor chastised and Jensen wanted
to yell at the man until his voice was hoarse. This wasn’t something you could
just waltz in and drop on somebody so casually never mind lecturing them when
they didn’t react how you wanted.
“I’m a barely-seventeen-year-old who thought he had a bad case of internal
hemorrhoids or something and you’re standing here telling me I’ve got werewolf
ancestors despite my parents complete hatred for all things supernatural…” he
trailed off, voice losing its anger and shaking as bad as his hands as Jensen
realized his family might not love him after this revelation.
 
“I’m sorry, this is a huge shock, just take a few deep breaths,” belatedly
Jensen realized the doctor was trying to get him through a panic attack. Each
too short, too fast breath hurting his lungs and making him light headed. He
clutched at the chair he was in and the doctor stood over him, hands on
Jensen’s shoulders as he walked him through getting his breath back.
“We can get through this, just one step at a time.”
Fuck that. This was not happening, Jensen refused to let it happen.
Jensen promised to make a follow-up appointment and see a therapist without any
intention of doing so and dumped all the lycanthrope pamphlets in a garbage bin
on the way home. He gave himself a week of quietly freaking out before he got
his calm back and accepted that this was happening and life had to go on but
that didn’t mean anything had to change.
The internet was his go to source and Jensen learned the good and the bad of
what was happening to him. He also found the purist ‘cure’ for his condition,
sterilization and usually removal of the uterus as well. Jensen couldn’t see
his parents not insisting on it, they made their kids wear silver necklaces
with little crosses, his mom checked every morning before they went to school
to see each one on each neck before a quick kiss and goodbye. There was no way
she wouldn’t demand this of him, at seventeen and scared shitless of losing his
family, Jensen could see himself doing it, letting them go inside and rip out
everything a purist would call unnatural. It shook him to his core and he felt
too young for any of it. Whether or not he wanted the surgery seemed like an
abstract thought that changed every time he glanced at them. All Jensen did
know was that his parents couldn’t know about it.
Not until he was older and had a decent hold on this, on what it meant to him.
Jensen liked kids well enough, he could see himself having a few but he was
also aware that he was a raging homosexual. This werewolf thing, it could mean
something to him one day when having his own kids might be important to him.
When he was old enough to seriously think about it but right now he was just a
kid still. What his parents wanted of him they usually got if they pushed hard
enough. Everything just needed to be a secret for now, until he decided where
he was going to college. When he was certain of that then he could face his
family or run and hide in secondary education, just not now.
Concealing it wasn’t actually that hard to do in the end. Jensen’s mother had
always been intrusive and so he knew how to hide things and how to keep them
hidden. He bought male tampons during his period and never kept anything
leftover, throwing everything out at school. Other werewolves could smell him
and Jensen thought he could almost scent the little difference between people
if he really focused. He quickly learned a little aftershave covered it up well
enough and took to splashing some on every morning. No one had ever mentioned
it to him before but then Jensen had always been kept far from supernatural
creatures.
Still he didn’t want some random werewolf passing him on the street to call him
out. Jensen didn’t want this to be something out in the open at all. He wanted
it to be a quiet little secret that he kept to himself.
Was that healthy? Not at all, but Jensen had known when he came out to his
parents that he was gay they would still love him, he couldn’t be so sure about
this.
 
“So are you going to come to the party tonight?” Misha questioned as they
walked home together and Jensen shrugged, trying not to seem too excited to go.
“I suppose so, it’s just a low key thing right? A group of people and some
booze?”
“Pretty much, typical teenage ‘party’.”
Jensen laughed with Misha, unwilling to admit he wouldn’t know, he’d never gone
to one before. With all the moving around and his parent’s racism hanging over
his head, Jensen wasn’t popular in the schools. He’d never understood his
parent’s disgust with supernaturals, they just seemed like people to him.
Different for certain but in the end just people. But he’d always gone to
purist school which refused supernatural children admittance. The other kids
often shared their parents views and Jensen never fit in among them, never
willing to take up the discrimination that seemed everywhere. So he made his
way as the awkward kid, the one who kept to himself. But this, this could be
the change of all that, a normal teenager hangout and the chance to let
everyone know he wasn’t like his parents. Misha and his group of friends didn’t
carry their parents or schools fear and disgust for supernatural’s and Jensen
wanted them to know he felt the same way. After the werewolf thing, Jensen
really needed to feel like he fit in somewhere.
“Dude, are you moving?” Misha asked him abruptly and Jensen blinked following
his gaze to the u-haul parked in front of his house.
No, no, no, no, no.
 
“You said we were staying!” Jensen accused, voice rising as his mother
methodically packed the kitchen and his father shoved the living room into
boxes. After moving so much they had it down pat, the house could be ready to
go in a day. “You said at least a year this time! It’s only been four months!”
“Jensen,” his mother cut in with a curt tone. “It can’t be helped, we’re in
danger here and we need to move somewhere safe.”
“You’re mental.”
“Jensen!” His father chastised with a hard tone, but Jensen stared at his
mother, watching her face twitch in annoyance before she went back to packing.
“You’re sick in the head and dad fucking helps it along because he’s got a
phobia. There is nothing chasing us, there never was and there never will be.
You’re ruining your kids lives because of some imaginary threat.” As he spoke
his mother’s face closed off, like when anyone tried to tell her she had a
problem, that familiar denial on her face.
“You don’t understand, you just need to trust me,” she replied with the same
stubborn voice she’d used every time the sudden moving happened.
“Where’s Jamie?” Jensen shot back and his mother finally paused in her packing,
hands still over a box. The tension in the room rising rapidly and Jensen’s dad
reached out and nudged him towards the stairs.
“Go pack you room,” he said and it was both a harsh command and quiet plea.
 
“You mentioned Jamie again didn’t you?” Sophia asked, clinging to the doorframe
of his room while Jensen threw things into the boxes left in his room.
“I miss him too,” she muttered quietly, looking back down the hall where their
parents were still packing. “You won’t…?”
“…I dunno, not like Jamie, I won’t cut off like he did, not from you Soph,
college or not.” Jensen finally replied, his shoulders slouching as he slumped
onto his bed and stared at the floor. He tried not to think of the older
brother he hadn’t seen or heard from in almost two years.
“Mom’s not crazy,” Sophia announced after a beat and Jensen tried not to sigh,
rubbing his face in his hands.
“She’s not well either,” he shot back and his sister couldn’t argue their
mother had an obsession.
“No, but she’s not wrong about it, someone is following us,” she whispered
quietly slipping into his room and closing the door.
“Someone or thing we’ve never seen and neither mom or dad will ever tell us
about?” Jensen asked skeptically and his sibling shrugged as she sat on the bed
with him.
“I dunno about that, but there’s this man,” she paused, glancing at the door
like she was worried their parents had their ear to it. “This guy that I always
see, wherever we move.”
“A guy?” Jensen blinked in disbelief, looking at his sister wearily like maybe
whatever made his mother sick was catching Sophia too.
“I’m not crazy, Jen,” she whispered like she heard the thought and he wanted to
give her the benefit of the doubt. His sister had always been clever and a
bright girl, she’d been the one to really push any lingering discrimination out
of him. Sophia believed in equality for everyone and never hesitated to say so,
even when it sparked fights with their mom.
“I used to think I was just seeing him cause of mom and dad being so sure, that
maybe I was making it up. But I’m not, I’ve seen him for years and years,”
Sophia flipped her phone open and Jensen blinked down at a blurry photo of a
tall looking man. He was among a group of people and not paying the camera any
attention. The second picture was six years older by the date, but it was the
exact same guy un-aged, again looking just like everyone else although notably
no older from the first picture, the man didn’t seem to have aged which was a
common quality among supernaturals.
“Soph, I dunno it might just be coincidence,” he started but his sister cut him
off with a shake of her head.
“It’s not, it super hard to get a photo because every time I see him he’s gone
right away, like in seconds, like he didn’t want me to know he was there.”
Jensen looked at the photos, taking the cell and flipping back between them he
tried to decide if he believed his sibling. Most of the weight falling on how
clear it was Sophia wanted him too.
“Why haven’t you told mom or dad?” Jensen finally asked, voice tentatively
taking on a tone that said he was buying it.
“You wanna be home-schooled?” she said with a snort and yeah, he could see that
happening, his parents had already tried to get them to agree before and if
they thought they had a reason…
“I used to be really afraid, but it’s been years now. He’s watching me, maybe
all of us, but he’s never done anything. I dunno, I don’t think he’s going to
either. But mom and dad would never see it like that,” Sophia explained and
Jensen nodded, their parents would freak the hell out and lock them up, keep
them at home and under surveillance to a level that would force Jensen to go
crazy.
“But why would some guy be looking in on us?” She mused quietly and Jensen
stiffened, his mind jumping immediately to their ancestry.
“What? What are you thinking of?” His sister asked in a furious whisper,
grabbing his arm and holding on tight. The entire thing was plainly huge to her
and Sophia stared up at him with a pleading face.
“Jen tell me please, I don’t- I’m not crazy, tell me I’m not turning into mom,”
she said with desperation and tears welling. Jensen curling his arms around his
sister immediately and dragged her in close to himself, hugging her tightly.
“I might be wrong, but he…he might be a werewolf,” Jensen offered hesitantly.
“But not in a bad way…like more of…like long lost family?”
Sophia pulled away and looked at Jensen, frowning up at him. “What are you
talking about?”
A knock saved Jensen and he looked away from the door as it opened, his sister
wiping tears as she sat away from him.
“What are you two up to?” Their dad asked, voice soft after seeing his children
clinging to one another so unhappily. It wasn’t like they were bad parents or
that they didn’t care, they just couldn’t focus beyond their obsession most
days Jensen thought.
“Packing,” Sophia finally answered with a weak smile, picking up one of the
piles of junk on the floor and putting it in the box.
“I know you guys are upset, you really like this place,” he started in a
fatherly tone and Jensen felt his hackles rise up at the familiar words. “But
the next place will be nicer, maybe we’ll finally get a place with a pool and-“
“Stop it,” Jensen bit out, voice going angry as he sat up in jerking motions.
“Don’t start with that speech, I’m sick of it,” he growled and rushed away to
hide in the bathroom. Every time they moved Jensen had to hear it, the stupid
talk about how the next place would be better, that they hadn’t been there long
enough to put down roots. He hated that speech.
Before he could undress and jump in the shower the phone in his sweater pocket
chirped.
U coming tonight? Misha texted him and Jensen hesitated to reply with a no.
R U actually moving?
Yeah. Dad got a big promotion, but we have to be there like yesterday.
Shitty, you should come tonight then, a last hurrah with your buddies?
Jensen’s mom would never let him go. Even if his dad agreed to drive him there
and pick him up, deliver him to the door himself his mom wouldn’t have it. It
was always her in the end. Dad was pretty bad too, but he acknowledge it was
all in his head at least, he would go see a psychiatrist and try to work
himself out and that made all the difference. Mom honestly believed herself,
that there was something looming over them, that it would get them if she
relaxed for even a second. Jensen’s dad had a phobia of vampires, an irrational
fear that kept crosses in the house and holy water poured over ever door and
window. But it didn’t go much further than that, he didn’t loudly protest
vampires in public or go out of his way to insist his kids went to a school
that refused the openly supernatural children. That was all his mom, his mom
who said horrid things about all supernatural beings, who insisted on purist
beliefs and was disgusted with the idea of acceptance.
It wouldn’t be his dad who threw Jensen out if he refused to try and ‘fix’
himself, it would be his mom.
His nerves were so utterly shot with the stress of having to deal with this. He
felt like he was doing a good job at keeping it hidden, but the weight of
knowing was going to give him an ulcer. He needed to calm down for a while,
relax instead of sitting in the still house listening to his family pack.
Something vicious in him hissed that he should go, escape and just be free of
it for a bit. There was a twisting need in him to just start running and never
stop and it had been growing the last few years. Some nights it was bad enough
that Jensen could understand why his brother left the way he did.
You know what, I’ll be there. At your place right?
 
In theory, walking from one place to another after sundown wasn’t all that
dangerous. The only things that needed the night were vampires and the second
one took someone the entire area became a hunting ground until it was caught.
People went apeshit when something supernatural abducted or killed openly.
Jensen’s mom was adamant that most creatures just learned to cover their tracks
better now, picking the homeless or people who lived alone, people no one would
notice going missing. Jensen figured there was a kernel of truth to it but not
anything as deep as his mother thought. As a child, he’d never understood why
she hated supernatural people so much but he had obeyed her. As he grew though
Jensen could see how in the wrong she was, they lived side by side with humans
and had done so for centuries now. Yes, some supernatural people hunted humans
for food but the vast majority depended on animals just like people did. Most
vampires got their blood from the local grocery store, just another thing
offered among the hamburger and roasts. Still Jensen had an unfair fear drilled
in him and he struggled not to let it get the best of him as he made his way.
Misha was four bus stops from Jensen’s home, so all he had to do was walk a
block to the stop at the corner, get on the bus, and get off at Misha’s place
right there across the street.
Getting there went fine and Jensen was glad he did it right away. The evening
spent hanging out with the people he’d come to call friends would be worth the
freaking out of his parents if they caught him. So far, though his phone
remained silent so they’d left his empty room alone, thinking he was being
stubborn with a locked door and refusal to answer their knocks.
Misha was nice about the moving, Jensen could see that the guy was clearly
seeing more of the truth than Jensen’s hasty story, but he didn’t call him on
it. There were a few guys and girls from school and the mostly just watched
movies. Jensen drank a bit, relishing in being legal now with a few others who
were of age as well. It was laid back and almost quiet even but it was
completely normal and Jensen loved every second of it. He’d always wanted more
friends growing up but when he hit his teens the need became something hard to
ignore. There was a constant urge in him to meet new people and learn new
faces, even with his own shyness crippling him.
When they left hours later he bowed out of a sharing a taxi on account he
didn’t have the cash but he did have a bus pass. People he barely knew gave him
warm hugs and wished him luck with the big move. It was bittersweet to finally
feel like he fit in only to know he was leaving. But he promised to facebook
friend everyone and keep in touch and he meant it.
Jensen waited for his bus a little giddy in the knowledge he’d pulled one over
his parent’s eyes. If he got back in through his window without them noticing,
he’d have snuck out with no one being the wiser. Lost in his thoughts, it took
him a bit to sense something was off. Feeling like he was suddenly in a bad
horror movie he glanced around and found two guys walking down the street, one
sniffing the air openly and looking right at Jensen. They were both fair sized
and looked close to his age but older, teenagers or early twenties at least.
His stomach dropped and Jensen glanced at Misha’s house, wondering if he’d be a
huge weakling if he walked back and waited for the strangers to pass. But then
that was his mother’s fears talking and not him. Just because one was a
werewolf - and he was with the way he was sniffing the air like that - didn’t
mean he was a threat. Jensen’s hand curled on his phone in his pocket and he
figured it they bothered him he’d just make a run for Misha’s place, all he had
to do was yell and then entire neighborhood would be alerted.
The pair stopped near Jensen and his heart went into his throat until one of
them gave him an easy smile and turned to chat with his buddy, both of them
waiting for the bus at the bus stop like anyone else would. Jensen felt stupid
for his fear and he berated himself silently as they waited.
With the thoughts of not being such a fear mongering jerk running through his
head, Jensen made himself reply when one of them asked him a question about the
bus time. It was idle chatting and it was completely awkward, the guy being all
friendly and Jensen trying and failing to do the same. When the bus pulled up
he was actually a little relieved but it died when the two sat right beside him
and kept chatting. Well, the one did but the other never said a word, seeming
disinterested. Jensen fought his nerves though; telling himself it was just his
own shyness and his mother’s prejudice.
“Are you from around here?” The talkative guy asked, all smiles as he asked
like it was just a question, but Jensen still felt uncomfortable with it.
“Close by, my family’s actually waiting for me to get home, late already,” he
lied easily and the guy just smirked, like he knew it. Jensen struggled with
the urge to be a rude asshole out of fear and the desperation to not be his
mother.
“Are you guys from around here...?” Jensen finally forced out and the guy shook
his head, leaning back in his seat.
“Our pack is way up north, there’s some lone wolf in these parts keeping the
territory for himself but he’s old and tough enough that the alphas don’t wanna
fight him, they figure he’ll move on soon enough,”
Jensen couldn’t fight the interest that ran through him, this stuff was foreign
to him but it was also going to be a part of his life now. There wasn’t a lot
of information online about specifics like this, everything was said to be kept
‘within the culture’.
“I thought loners were frowned upon,” he questioned without thinking and the
guy nodded his head, looking at Jensen appraisingly.
“Mostly, but the older ones, the big bads, are left alone, kinda like boogie
men. You’re not from a pack or anything are you? You don’t smell like it.”
“Ah, no, I’m still new to all this I guess,” Jensen admitted with a shrug his
instincts still telling him to shut the hell up, but he ignored them, wanting
to have a civil conversation with a fellow werewolf.
“You smell like it, ripe and unclaimed,” the stranger said and Jensen felt
something cold run through him, the werewolf smirked at him and the look was
dark and wicked. Jensen looked away and reached up to push the button for the
next bus stop. Feeling nervous and spooked Jensen avoided looking at the guy
and leaned back in his seat, wishing the bus would stop and let him off
already.
When it did he was up and out of his seat, not saying a goodbye to the two
strangers as he rushed to get out of the bus. Jensen realized it wasn’t his
stop just as the doors closed. When the back doors clanged, he watched them get
off and whirled to get back on the bus. The driver looked at him, wearily
almost and didn’t open the doors back up, he pulled away and left Jensen there.
Just left him.
Jensen was one stop from his own, he knew he could cut through the park and get
to his house quicker then walking around it on the street but like hell was he
going to go into the shadows of the park. With fear making his hands tremble,
he got his phone out and started walking hurriedly along the brightly lit
street. It was almost two in the morning so all the houses were dark and no one
else was on the street. Jensen just wanted to punch in the number to the house
phone and get his parents on the line, punishments be damned.
“Hey man, I didn’t mean to freak you or anything,” the guy at his back called
out, sounding way too close. Jensen ignored the friendly tone and just
increased his pace, wanting to run as he cursed his own nerves and had to
delete the wrong number and punch in the right one, two away from the ‘call’
button.
“Don’t be so uptight,” a voice spoke right into his ear and Jensen jerked away,
losing his grip on his stupid phone as he whirled around to face the guy
abruptly right behind him. He was grinning, but it was creepy as fuck with his
glowing eyes and the other guy was suddenly intent on Jensen as well. In the
movies these scenes were usually boring, the music building dangerously as the
victim stuttered and stumbled. Jensen always thought they were idiots but now
he got it, they weren’t dumb, they were just too scared to even think.
“Leave me alone,” his hissed, trying to sound mean but it came out more like a
plea.
“Don’t be like that, you can’t wander around smelling like that, it’s like a
neon sign, ‘I’m a sweet ass bitch and I’ve got no alpha’.”
“I didn’t know,” Jensen fumbled still walking backward while they advanced on
him, steering him without Jensen knowing it until his back hit a fence. It was
one of the openings for the park, a large gate down at the end of the fence
Jensen was backed against. There were no lights on at any of the houses around
him and Jensen’s heart was pounding painfully hard. He wondered if he could get
a shout out or if they’d silence him too fast.
“You’ll know soon enough,” the guy leered and if Jensen wasn’t terrified he’d
roll his eyes at the cheesy line. The werewolf was a little taller then Jensen
and bulkier. He closed in, stepping up and smiling in a way that Jensen guessed
was supposed to be reassuring.
“No one's gonna hurt you, we’re all just gonna have a good time, you’ll see
once instinct kicks in, you’ll like it,” he explained and Jensen wanted to
laugh at how stupid it sounded. When the werewolf leaned in, his mouth inches
from Jensen’s own, he brought his knee up with all the force he had. Before the
guy could curse he shoved him back into his buddy and ran. From where they
stood Jensen didn’t have a choice in a direction and he dashed into the park,
knowing it was a short run to his house. If he just ran hard enough he could
make it, he could already see the gate he wanted, his house two down from it.
Just as actual hope welled in his chest Jensen was knocked off his feet. The
sheer weight rammed him into the dirt, his face scraping painfully as the wind
was knocked out of him.
“Stupid bitch,” was snarled in his face, spit hitting his cheek as he was
shoved into the unyielding dirt painfully. One hand was curled into his hair;
pushing his skull down hard enough tears welled. The first jerk on his jeans
made him whimper out, trying to get passed the pain to do something. He
couldn’t get his breath back though and the weight on him was completely solid,
unmovable. Jensen couldn’t get away. This was going to happen. Pain laced
through his hand when a boot stepped into his vision, the other guy crunching
his fingers under his heel for no reason at all. Jensen struggled to cry out
for him to stop but then the weight suddenly lifted from his hand, the boot
gone. After a heartbeat, the pressure on his back was too. Jensen immediately
curled up, cradling his throbbing hand to his chest and waiting for them to
start kicking him or something.  
Terrified out of his wits, he didn’t know how long he stayed curled up like
that. But eventually he realized they weren’t attacking him and he dared to
raise his head. The clearing was quiet save for his own broken breathing and
Jensen carefully rolled on his stomach and winced in pain as he checked the
other direction.
The fear that began to ebb jumped right back up as Jensen saw the two crumbled
figures and something standing between them and where he was. His attackers lay
unmoving, but Jensen didn’t feel any relief or gratitude, just numbing shock.
It was late out and the light was weak but he could see what was there a few
yards from him.
It was a werewolf. 
An honest to god, old world, textbook illustration, werewolf. A mix of man and
animal, huge and deadly looking and it’s attention focused completely on
Jensen. When it moved closer Jensen was surprised he didn’t piss himself,
wanting to stay totally still but trembling all over.
He wasn’t gonna get raped, he was going to die.
It was so huge, so much bigger than him and the closer it got the more Jensen
realized it. It stopped short of reaching him though and just paused there,
watching Jensen as he tried to get his crying under control, his face covered
in tears and snot as he took shaky breaths.
Then it just sat back and watched him and for the love of him Jensen didn’t
know why but he felt the atmosphere shift, the terror bleeding out. The
werewolf sniffed at the air and looked around, ears perked high on its head and
somehow it managed to look mild. Once it wasn’t staring right at him, Jensen
felt like he could breathe again and he raised a hand to wipe at his face,
trying to clear some of the snot and tears from his face. The touch though
brought a hard burn of pain and his hissed, yanking his hand away and feeling
his cheek throbbed painfully.
Jensen jerked when the werewolf was suddenly right there, just like the other
one before, no sound or movement, just abruptly there. He kept perfectly still
at it sniffed at his face and before he could even think, the wet drag of warm
spit made his suck in a fast breath. The werewolf paused, Jensen could see its
nose twitch and hear the inhale before it gave Jensen’s face another lick,
lapping the scrape on his cheek.
At first he thought it was for the blood but then the tongue moved along his
face, lapping up his tears and snot. Jensen grimaced at the thought and
realized that he wasn’t horrified out of his brains. Scared shitless yes but
not nearly as bad as before. So he just sat there dumbly and let the werewolf
clean his face like a freaking dog would.
“W-will you let me go?” He finally managed to ask, his voice stuffed up and
hoarse. The werewolf sat back and Jensen watched it look toward the gate that
led to his house and then back at him expectantly.
It took him some time to work up the courage and then Jensen tried to sit up a
little and his ribs protested painfully. They ached so bad that he needed to
gasp for breath. The werewolf was leaning in again at once, sniffing at his
shirt and Jensen would swear later that it looked worried. All Jensen wanted
was to be home, in his bed safe and he struggled to sit up again, prepared for
the onslaught of pain this time. When he put his bad hand down to brace himself
he felt the pain slam into him and he nearly fell back to the dirt. The
werewolf caught him, circled in close to Jensen and reached one human-like arm
to curl around his shoulders and steady him. Jensen felt so tiny that close to
this massive beast and he couldn’t help but quiver a little. The creature
ignored the fear and gently lifted Jensen’s bad hand in its own. It was easily
twice the size of his own small hand and had calloused pads, claws and fur
mixed with the long digits of a human. Jensen watched as the werewolf bent and
licked at his injuries, the wet drag of tongue making Jensen’s hand twitch. But
the pain eased with each lap and Jensen realized his face no longer burned like
before either. The werewolf licked over every inch of his hand, between each
finger and along the palm thoroughly.
Once it was done he sat up again and the arm on Jensen’s shoulder dropped down
to his middle. For a second Jensen froze in fear, he could feel that wide paw
with those sharp claws on his hip. But then he was being lifted up, slowly so
he could adjust. He tried to stand up as he uncurled his legs from his chest,
but the pain burned in his lungs. The werewolf paused for a moment and then
Jensen felt the creature’s other arm sliding behind his knees. With a
surprising grace, Jensen was lifted up, carefully cradled as the werewolf stood
and before Jensen could freak out, he watched the gate to his house come
closer. Staring at the gate, Jensen refused to look at where his attackers lay,
just like he refused to acknowledge the blood all over the paw that was curled
under his knees and dotting the beast’s muzzle.
They paused at the gate, the werewolf sniffing the air and ears perking high
for a moment before it edged forward along the fence, clearly not wanting to be
seen. After a swift peek the werewolf eased forward, going quickly but without
a sound or jostling Jensen too much. The closer they got to his home, the more
Jensen felt his panic dropping down, he became aware of how close he was
pressed to the werewolf’s broad chest. Flat in a way that indicated a male?
Jensen wasn’t sure if breasts remained after a transformation. The fur tickled
his face and neck but was giving off a heat that seeped into his bones. It felt
weirdly comforting and Jensen wondered if it had to do with his heritage that
he felt eerily safe with the werewolf.
Jensen’s room was on the ground level and he’d left his window propped a tiny
bit so he could get back in. The werewolf went straight to it as if he knew
which one was Jensen’s already and the teenager wondered if this was the man
Sophia had seen, if this creature was a part of Jensen’s long lost family or if
he had simply watched Jensen sneak out earlier.
Under his window, Jensen was set down on the cold ground, his back against the
house. Once the creature wasn’t holding him close Jensen was again very away of
the sheer size of him. When he tried to sit up his chest wheezed painfully and
the werewolf watched him intently.
“I don’t-I don’t think I can get up,” Jensen admitted, voice strained as he
wondered if the creature could even understand him. Werewolves reversed back on
feral nature while changed and Jensen had read that some didn’t comprehend
language clearly. 
This one though seemed to get it though, it sat back a touch and with the
werewolf right in front of him in the faint light of the street lamp, Jensen
saw male genitalia, a package like a dogs - a sheath and furry - but defiantly
a male, a big one. When Jensen looked back up the werewolf was watching him.
“Sorry,” he muttered feeling embarrassed for them both as he glanced up at his
window only a few feet away but impossible to reach. The werewolf moved closer
and Jensen felt a little wary as he reached up to Jensen’s neck. His long
claws, ran along Jensen’s skin lightly, once and then twice, a petting motion
almost. When he was ready to ask what the creature was doing Jensen felt the
pull around his neck just before the werewolf gently eased his necklace from
his skin. With caution, he kept the silver on the edge of his claw and not near
the pad of his finger. Jensen watched him tug at it until it came free from
under his shirt. The werewolf turned his attention back to Jensen then and the
teenager blinked at him, feeling surreal as a giant werewolf blinked back at
him.
“You want it…off?” He finally guessed and he got a simple nod, the creatures
gaze clear and alert, totally understanding language then. Jensen chewed his
lip worriedly, what if once he had it off the creature ripped his throat out?
But then why bring him back to his home and then tell him to take it off? It
hadn’t stopped his attackers any and this werewolf was clearly far stronger.
With a quick prayer, Jensen tried to lift his arm and then winced as his chest
rattled painfully. Instead of lifting it over his head he got a good grip on
the silver and yanked it hard. The cord snapped after a few tugs and Jensen
pulled it off, throwing it away in the grass.
The change was immediate. Seconds after his fingers let the necklace go he took
in a deep breath, the air finally moving smoothly. Jensen stared at the
discarded silver as he felt the pain in his body melt away. The aches lifted
and Jensen carefully stood up, the wolf sitting back to watch him rise
steadily. For the first time in his life Jensen felt… he felt good. Not tired
or sore anywhere, the aches and pain he had his whole life - that he thought
were normal strain - were gone.
He was a werewolf he comprehended stupidly, a werewolf wearing something known
to weaken them.
Oh God. What if…
“They didn’t know did they? My parents?” He asked faintly and even though he
had no reason to believe it, he still felt relieved when the werewolf shook his
head in negative. “Do they know at all? About the Lycanthropy?” Another
negative.
Jensen licked his lips, feeling his head spin and he slumped heavily on the
house with a low thump, the werewolf crowding in close with clear worry. Jensen
steadied himself against the creature’s arm before he realized it, touching him
so calmly.
“Jensen?” The low voice of his mother followed by a knock on his bedroom door
made him freeze up. Holy shit. Jensen’s mother was on the other side of his
door and Jensen was outside his window with a freaking werewolf.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Jensen scrambled to push the window open and get in, nearly
landing on his head when the creature behind him hefted him into the room.
“Hold on,” he croaked out, trying to sound like he had been asleep. He looked
back at the werewolf and saw him moving to leave and Jensen jumped forward,
hanging out the window to grab at him. The sudden move made the creature snarl
a touch, turning its gaze on Jensen with intensity. Without thinking he lowered
his own gaze submissively and tried to look small, recalling that this was a
werewolf.
“Please, please find me after, talk to me, I need someone to talk too,” he
quietly pleaded and the werewolf nodded once and then took off, clearing the
lawn and fence in a few strides. Jensen stared at him, his mind still whirling
as his mother started knocking again.
 
“So explain this long lost werewolf family member we ‘might’ have,” Sophia
hissed in a low voice the second the door to Jensen’s new room closed. He
blinked up at her and couldn’t help but frown a little, glancing at the door
even though he knew his parents were busy with the priest blessing the new
house. It was standard when they moved that the local purist church priest
would come and bless the house so nothing ‘damned’ could get it. Jensen
wondered now if he would fall under that category in their eyes.
“We haven’t even been here a full day,” he grumbled but his sister gave him a
dark look.
“Too bad, you say something crazy like that and the next day we’re driving all
day with mom and dad, staying in a hotel with them and then driving all day
after. You refused to go anywhere alone with me. Two days, Jensen, I’ve waited
them out and now you will spill,” she explained with a patient voice that
underlined the fact his sister had done a wonderful job waiting and he was
going to tell her everything or she was going to start screaming.
“Alright, alright, just- You can’t under any circumstance tell mom or dad…like
ever, no excuses,” he told her with a apprehensive tone, looking right at his
sister and watching her back straighten as she nodded her head, the fourteen-
year-old far too serious for her age.
“I’m...I have Lycanthropy,” Jensen confessed quietly and couldn’t help but
break his sibling’s gaze nervously.
“…how can you, that would mean mom or dad have it too or something,” she
replied with confusion, no sudden disgust of Jensen, but plain old confusion.
It gave him some hope that if anyone stuck by him through this, it would be his
sister.
“It can skip generations, they can carry it without it ever knowing.”
“Like cancer,” she mumbled and Jensen couldn’t help but flinch.
“Yeah, like cancer,” he agreed weakly and his sister pressed in close, sliding
on his bed until her side collided with his.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m not like mom and dad…I don’t think you’re a
monster or anything, their people just like us, I know that.” Sophia told him
fiercely, her little hand grabbing at his arm and hugging him close.
“You’ll always be my brother,” she added and Jensen felt something in his chest
loosen a touch, relaxing a little he leaned into his sibling.
“Thanks, Soph,”
“So if you have it then it must be in the family if the guy watching us is a
werewolf he could be a family member or something? Do you think mom or dad know
about it? That we’re werewolves? Maybe that’s why they’re like they are?”
The ‘we’ part wasn’t necessary and it still made Jensen smile a touch.
He had thought the same things his sister was asking as well. It did make sense
for the werewolf to be what his mother was trying to outrun. But then why would
he have protected Jensen? And why did Jensen feel safe with him? The other
werewolves had felt dangerous right from the start. The more he thought about
it, the more certain he was that he had felt protected with huge werewolf, even
after seeing the crumpled bodies of his attackers. He should have panicked and
run, been terrified the entire time and it seemed so fast the way his fear had
died and the strange warmth and security had seeped in. But it still left the
question of why he was following them if he was. Why was he watching them and
what did he want?
“Mom and dad have no idea, about me or Lycanthrope in the family so I don’t
think that’s the reason,” he replied and his sibling frowned a little.
“How do you know?” She asked and Jensen winced a little, fidgeting as he
considered telling her the truth or lying. But his sister could keep quiet and
Jensen badly wanted to tell someone.
“I think I might have met him, the guy, or some werewolf who’s looking out for
us at least.”
“What? When? Where?”
“Why? Who?” Jensen tried to tease and Sophia punched his arm and gave him a
nasty glare.
“The night before we left, when I locked myself in my room…” his sister nodded
and waited for him to continue. “I snuck out that night and I ran into some
trouble, a…werewolf helped me out, brought me home.”
“Was it the guy I have pictures of? What kind of trouble? You didn’t get hurt
did you?” Sophia asked with rising anxiety the werewolf subject falling into
the background as she focused on Jensen himself.
“No, I was a little banged up but I’m fine otherwise,” he quickly assured her
but she kept looking at him with worry.
“Are you sure?” She pressed, watching him closely, looking for a sign he was
lying or hiding anything. “’Cause you’ve been acting pretty…jumpy lately, I’ve
been wondering about it.”
“What? Jumpy?” Jensen had thought he’d hidden his new nervousness fairly well.
“Yeah, you’re a lot easier to startle lately and you’re always looking over
your shoulder and avoiding getting near strangers. That’s the only reason I
didn’t make you come somewhere alone with me at the hotels,” his sister
explained, ticking each point on her fingers as Jensen realized he really
hadn’t hidden it at all. “Even mom noticed it.”
“Shit, it’s nothing, just got a scare by some jackass werewolves, but the other
one saved me,” he finally admitted and Sophia frowned even harder.
“What kind of scare?”
“Look, it’s not important right now. What matters is a huge ass werewolf saved
me. Like an old school style, half-man half-beast,” Jensen could see her trying
to decide if she was going to let it go and he nearly sighed out in relief when
she did.
“That makes him really old then.”
“Huh?”
“Jeeze, didn’t you do any research on werewolves?” Sophia scolded and Jensen
gave her a defensive look.
“I did plenty! There’s a lot to get through though,” he grumbled but his
sibling still gave him a dirty look.
“Only the really old werewolves can turn all the way like that, the very rare
ones like hundreds of years can turn all the way into a wolf, the ones that are
thousands can turn into a human, wolf or combination of both. There is only a
handful of them in the world. The most common are the ones who live normal life
spans and only turn a little,” she told him and Jensen blinked, taking in the
knowledge.
“What makes them age differently?” He asked, knowing his sister would have the
answer. To make up for their nomadic lifestyle, she gave up on being social and
settled for being freakishly smart. Knowledge was power according to his mom
and she had always liked that Sophia knew so much about the supernatural. 
“Bloodlines I think. The older ones have pure lines, both parents are
werewolves. But after the genocide in the 19th-century werewolves mated with
humans a lot more and they started aging with them. Mates age together, some
humans lived longer but mostly werewolves lived shorter.”
Before anything else could be said the siblings both heard the voices of their
parents and the priest coming to the rooms.
“By the way,” his sister hissed, ducked her head so only he could hear. “You
need to buy a fake necklace before mom notices,” she told him, eyeing his bare
neck.
 
So Jensen ended up skipping his first day of class to go jewelry shopping, with
all their moving it wasn’t like attendance really mattered.
“A look-alike?” the saleswoman asked, her nose curled a little as she said it
and Jensen realized shopping in a store that carried real silver was a stupid
idea. He ended up at a supernatural friendly shop after a quick google search
on his phone. The place looked like every other shop in the mall, but it still
felt like a foreign land for him.
He peered at the products with curiosity, most pharmacy stores carried male
tampons and scent blockers, supernatural friendly shampoos and washes so Jensen
was vaguely familiar with some of the products. In a glass case, there were
vials lined up with different pheromones and a row of cleaning product boast to
cover every little ‘discretion’. Along a wall was a huge selection of heat
suppressants in every possible form, over the counter mood stabilizers, and
hormone blockers. Jensen stared at it all and felt dumb for having no clue what
they were for.
He was still figuring out how to just smell things at this point. It was common
knowledge that werewolves had a really strong sense of scent it was one of
their distinguishing traits. His entire life he had always caught the whiff of
things more than others but not to a weird level. But now without the necklace
on everything reeked. More than a single scent, Jensen could detect scents
under scents. It was nauseating at times when he got overwhelmed. But Jensen
didn’t want to hide from it, this was a part of him and he figured he needed to
start accepting that. The girl behind the cash register looked human, but
Jensen couldn’t find any scent from her, which was strange. Ever since he took
the necklace off everyone had a distinct scent, Jensen could tell all the
different races apart easily. But the shop was clean and faint in scent and
smells. It was in a soothing way that he appreciated immediately and Jensen
wondered if one of the products in the shop could make their new house smell
like that.
Eyeing all the different products for werewolves he kind of wished the store
had some base books about it, ‘How to be a Werewolf’ or ‘Lycanthropy 101’, hell
even a ‘Werewolves for Dummies’. Although Jensen doubted he’d dare to buy an
actual book. His laptop was password protected, no one was going to find the
pages he’d bookmark but a book lying around could easily be found. Sophia was
allowed to study the supernatural but not actually own anything about them and
he doubted he’d be exempt from that. Even then Jensen doubted it would be
something that was easy to find. There was a lot of general information on
supernaturals but very little precise information. Everything would be labeled
under culture-specific and there would on occasion be a number to reach someone
for more but beyond that there was very little online info and looking through
the books Jensen noticed again a lack of information offered up. The
supernatural kept to themselves it seemed.
Wondering the store, Jensen eventually ended up along the back wall where the
jewelry was. All of it was clearly marked and organized but what material it
was and he browsed the section of imitation silver. When Jensen found a chain
that looked close enough he took it to the till. Putting it on the counter he
watched the disinterested girl ring it up, trying to place what she was.
“It’s rude to stare like that,” she grumbled and Jensen flushed red.
“I’m sorry, I’m just- I was just trying to place you…” as soon as he admitted
it he wanted to take it back, feeling like an idiot for even saying it and very
aware of how socially awkward he was.
“Place me? Like figure out what I am?” The blond asked as she took his cash
from him.
“Pretty much, it’s just that you don’t have a clear scent so,” Jensen trailed
off, giving a little shrug.
"You’re new to this side of the line huh?”
“Disgustingly so, I really didn’t mean to be rude.”
“It’s cool, you don’t see many newbies’s these days. Word of advice, staring is
a challenging thing in pretty much every supernatural culture so try not to do
it. Also vamps are cold, wolves eyes flash, faes are too pretty, shifters
always move too smoothly and ghosts,” she paused to wink at Jensen as she
handed him the bag. “We usually fog up for a second or two when we touch
things,” lifting her hand up, Jensen watched the edges of her fingers fade into
smoke before solidifying.
“…T-thanks,” he stuttered out and tried not to run from the place.
It was easy to forget the supernatural world when you lived so far outside it.
Jensen’s parents had worked to keep their kids from any actual exposure to the
different peoples and had put a fear in their heads. Just because Jensen had a
little bad luck with his first attempts of getting to know other supernatural
beings didn’t mean they were all bad he firmly reminded himself as he dumped
the bag and receipt in a trash bin, slipping the new necklace on.
 
When Jensen got close to the school he noticed the man right away. The stranger
was sitting at a bus stop, looking relaxed and just waiting for a bus. If
Jensen didn’t recognize his face he would have walked on by. But even from the
blurry photos he knew the man and he couldn’t help but stare a little. Of
course, the guy took notice, looking right back at Jensen and tipping his head
to the side in a way that was curious and surprisingly non-threatening.
Werewolves like the one who saved him were rare and centuries old, so was this
really the guy? Maybe the older one had sent a young less intimating guy to
meet him?
When Jensen was within five feet he caught the man’s scent and knew without a
doubt it was the werewolf from a few nights ago. The recognition must have
shown because the stranger straightened and stood up as Jensen approached,
unfolding from the bench into a ridiculously tall man.
“Uh, so hi?” He said straight away with an awkward chuckle, making Jensen blink
and stare a little more. The werewolf was huge, tall and broad as a man but not
nearly as large and looming as his other form. Still he was gigantic so it was
off-putting how utterly meek he seemed. He looked out of depth and nervous
standing before Jensen and clearly trying not to fidget.
A great deal of the tension in Jensen faded when faced with this man; he’d
expected someone far more daunting. As much as he hated it, Jensen couldn’t
deny how much more nervous he was since he’d been attacked. At least this
werewolf before him didn’t give off any of the vibes the other ones had, there
was nothing in Jensen telling him to be wary of this wolf like that night.
Right from the get go his instincts had told Jensen those werewolves were off,
but he had ignored it, he would never make that mistake again.
“Seriously?” Jensen couldn’t help but ask though, trying to figure out if it
was all an act or something. The guy before him looked far too light-hearted
with his big brown eyes and floppy hair.
“What?” the man asked, glancing around and not understand the mocking for what
it was.
“Nothing… I just, never mind. I was hoping you would come by,” Jensen replied
quickly feeling rude and too forward now. He was never like that typically.
“Normally I wouldn’t be this bold but my instincts have been demanding I come
talk to you so…”
“You don’t remember?” Jensen asked, frowning up at the stranger as he flashed
Jensen an easy smile, the werewolf had dimples, honest to god dimples.
“I do but not in the way you’re thinking. It’s hard to explain, but it has a
lot to do with the self-conscious and the subconscious, vaguely like dreaming
some people say.”
“…sounds complicated,” Jensen finally replied weakly and the guy looked way too
relieved as he nodded his head.
“It really is, a lot of people think it’s simple, like you can control yourself
completely in either state of mind but you really can’t,” he divulged and
Jensen stood there feeling totally out of the loop and wondering how the hell
this could be the huge badass beast from that night.
“What’s your name?” Jensen asked, interrupting the werewolf babbling and then
realizing how rude it was, his social skills were so spectacularly sad. The
werewolf didn’t seem to take offense at all though; he looked really pleased
with the question if anything.
“Jared, my name is Jared.”
“Are we related?” Jensen asked point blank and the werewolf looked confused by
the question.
“Uh, no we aren’t,” Jared answered and Jensen wanted to open his mouth and ask
a million questions at once. But it would be rude and for some bizarre reason
Jensen didn’t want that, Jared look so hopeful, like this meeting was a huge
deal to him and he wanted it to go well. So far every time he spoke Jensen’s
words came out impolite and that wasn’t like him. He took a moment to collect
himself before he tried again, the man watching and waiting patiently.
“I was just asking because, well since you seem to be keeping an eye on my
family,” the teenager explained, his feet shuffling as he started walking
without a destination, Jared falling in step with him. Jensen didn’t want Jared
to be the monster his mother feared, but he was fairly sure he had to be. But
that didn’t have to mean he was dangerous or that he meant them any harm.
Still, why was he following them then? What did he want from Jensen’s family?
“Oh. That. It’s pretty complicated, but it has to do with an old…debt. Or not
even a debt but a deal, an agreement between…our families.” the werewolf
fumbled with his words and Jensen wasn’t sure if he was lying bluntly or just
really bad at talking. “But I check up on your family every now and then.”
“Like my parents? My mom made a deal with you and owes you money of something?”
“No! No, way back, way, way, way back,” Jared said and Jensen’s eyebrow lifted
in surprise, so this man in front of him really was ancient. Just by looking at
him Jensen would think he was in him mid-twenties. Looks were clearly
deceiving, the werewolf had fought two of its kind off in mere seconds. Even if
he looked like an overgrown puppy he was capable of being vicious Jensen
reminded himself, but the weird thing about it was that Jensen wasn’t afraid of
him. The unease he’d felt just by meeting the ghost cashier or having people
walk too close behind him wasn’t there in his chest. Maybe it was some sort of
hero thing? Because Jared saved Jensen he had lowered his guard for him or
something?
“Do you wanna get a drink?” Jared asked suddenly, pointing to a little coffee
shop they were passing.
Jensen blinked and realized they had walked blocks from the school. It didn’t
really matter he decided, talking to Jared was more important than a few
classes hands down.
“It’s pretty cold out here, a warm drink is a good thing and excellent for
sitting around to chat,” Jared said and Jensen blinked up at him, the werewolf
sounded like he was quoting something, like a book about making conversation or
something equally ridiculous. 
“…sure,” he finally agreed, idly noting that he wasn’t all that cold even
though he could see his own breath, but it was worth Jared’s smile. It lit up
Jared’s face and Jensen felt a small part of himself pleased to have put it
there. The shop was a small one, but it had a big bold sign in the window, ‘all
customers welcomed, regardless of race’.
 
They took a private booth by the window and Jensen got himself a coffee while
Jared ordered a mint hot chocolate.
“So…you’re a werewolf,” Jensen started feeling really awkward and he couldn’t
help but notice how warm it was in the little shop. 
“So are you,” Jared chimed back before amending, “well a minor one but still a
werewolf.”
The word minor caught Jensen’s attention though and he frowned a little. “How
did you know that?”
“I can smell you of course.”
“You can smell that I’m a minor werewolf?” Jensen watched Jared comprehend the
slip and he looked incredibly guilty then, a dead give away that he couldn’t
actually smell it.
“You followed me that day? Listened in when I saw the doctor?”
“No, no,” Jared hastily reassured him as he rubbed his neck embarrassed. “I
just read your medical file, I wouldn’t intrude on your privacy like that.”
“My medical file?”
“Not just yours! Your whole family,” Jared added and winced as Jensen just
stared at him incredulously.
“I doubt you’re meaning too but you realize you sound like a stalker right?”
“Yes, I mean no, I’m just- Fuck,” the werewolf hissed out with feeling,
flopping back into the booth backrest as he rubbed his face wearily. “This is
not going well. At all. Why did I do this? This was a terrible idea.” He
muttered, more to himself than Jensen, but the teenager couldn’t help but react
to the question. 
“Because I asked you.” Jensen replied quietly, gaining Jared’s attention as he
dropped his hands to peer at him. Looking down into his coffee cup, Jensen
realized that regardless of personality this was the werewolf from a few nights
ago. “You saved me, from a really bad thing that night, I asked you to come see
me, I… I wanted to thank you, above all else.”
“…You don’t have to, no matter who the victim was, my wolf would have reacted
like that,” Jared said, his tone dropping softly like Jensen’s own and the
teenager gave him a glance.
“Your wolf?”
“Yeah, it makes it easier for people to understand if I just split myself up.”
“How so?” Jensen asked, genuinely curious. He was willing to admit that reading
everything on the internet had been a poor idea, too many sites conflicted with
one another for Jensen to know which was right or if any of it was even true.
Hearing it from an actual werewolf would be different though.
Jared wasn’t very good at explanations it turned out but he did manage to get
the idea across. While human, a werewolf was self-conscious of himself and how
he acted, but as a wolf they acted on their subconscious, which was primal and
instinctual. A werewolf who was genuinely disgusted by rape would react in
either form, whereas one who didn’t really care would help because law and
morals demanded it in human form but as a wolf they would just ignore it.
“Is rape normally overlooked?”
“No, it’s taboo among werewolves, more than humans even because we typically
mate for life.”
“God, that would be a special kind of hell,” Jensen whispered, imagining being
bonded to someone who raped you for the rest of your life.
“That’s why the punishment is death, it undoes the binding of mates if the
attacker is killed, but I doubt your attackers intended to bond, sex without
knotting won’t bond the pair.” Jared said it like it was a simple fact, his
voice was not leaning toward any emotion while Jensen was completely shocked
and then embarrassed to hear the man talk about death and then knotting of all
things so casually. Yet another factor of being a werewolf Jensen really didn’t
want to explore just yet. 
“What happened to…to the guys who…?” Trailing off Jensen looked at the older
man, hoping he understood without Jensen having to actually say it. The
teenager shifted a little on the booth seat, unzipping his coat since he was
starting to feel overheated.
“They’re dead.” Jared answered, honest and calm. The cheer about him faded a
little, but he didn’t suddenly seem dangerous, just serious. The light
atmosphere around them went heavy, but Jensen strangely wasn’t afraid at all.
The last few days any guy looking at him for even a second put him on edge but
Jared was watching him openly and Jensen was totally fine with it. 
“You killed them,” Jensen couldn’t help but ask, voice pitched low so no one
would overhear and Jared nodded his head. He looked outside while he sipped his
hot chocolate and Jensen could see Jared’s eyes reflecting unnaturally, the
pupils dilating as he had to be recalling that night.
“There wasn’t any report or news on it, on bodies in that park,” Jensen added,
digging for an explanation while trying not to demand one or sound judging.
“No, it’s rare for supernatural beings to let it happen. I took the bodies back
to their pack and explained what had happened. If they had been alive the alpha
would have been tasked with carrying out the punishment. Normally it’s better
for me to let that happen, it’s considered disrespectful to do it yourself but
when I realized it was you they were attacking…” Jared trailed off with a shrug
glancing at Jensen finally, his eyes shining eerily and Jensen could only stare
back, a little transfixed by their soft glow.
“They didn’t actually…”
“They would have given the choice, with you or another victim, the ability of
such evil was clearly there and they intended to act on it, better no one
suffers for it.” It was harsh, but the way Jared said it like it was absolute
with the color of his eyes starting to go gold, it made Jensen feel something
shiver through him. Intimidation and admiration for certain and Jensen knew he
agreed with Jared. It sounded harsh but Jensen often thought the world was
overpopulated with people and a lot of them were terrible beings. He wasn’t
going to mourn the loss of two would be rapists. Idly Jensen wondered if it was
the werewolf in him that approached death so calmly.
“…Thank you, for being there, for helping me. You seem to care about me and I
appreciate it.”
“No problem, like I said I check up on your family and I just want you all to
be safe,” Jared replied with a soft smile and Jensen blinked at him. While it
was obvious to anyone who looked, Jensen’s brain suddenly focused in on how
attractive the man was, his smile making Jensen’s inside flutter. For certain
he had a crush.
“So checking our medical history and looking in on us. You’ve done that for a
long time? My mom… my mom thinks something is chasing us, she’s obsessed with
it.”
“I’ve had suspicions and I’m sorry to hear that. I’d hoped she would get better
with time,” he offered with a worried frown. Jensen’s mom didn’t go to doctors
for mental health so Jensen could see why Jared didn’t know.
“She’s gotten worse over the years, convinced were being hunted,” Jensen
admitted softly, glancing at Jared in a silent question.
“No. I don’t follow you, I’ve never stalked you even if seems like a lie. I
just check in from time to time, mainly when you move. You move a lot and even
with distant blood you’re still werewolves moving on someone else’s territory,”
Jared tried to explain and Jensen just felt a tight knot in his stomach unfold.
So Jared wasn’t the monster his mother thought him, she had made that up and
Jensen could see her doing it easily. Every slightly suspicious person on the
street had the potential to be a supernatural killer to his mother. Jensen let
out a tiny sigh of relief.
“If anything, I come around after you’ve moved. I’ve never understood why you
do, but it makes sense if she thinks something is after her.”
Jensen nodded his head absently, trying to focus on the conversation but
feeling strangely unable to. A beat of sweat trickled down his brow and Jensen
glanced at Jared again noting how good-looking he was. Jensen had always had a
thing for guys who were bigger than him, looming over him and Jared certainly
fit the bill. He was older, but that wasn’t a bad thing to Jensen, Jared was
stable and strong, he’d be a fitting partner. The knowledge that Jared wasn’t
after his mom or his family seemed to be the last piece falling away from
something he didn’t completely understand. But Jensen was certain Jared would
be perfect, he was the right fit, the right one.
“I feel weird around you,” Jensen blurted and Jared blinked in surprise,
tilting his head to the side curiously in a cute way as serious atmosphere
dissipated. “I shouldn’t have said that,” the teenager hissed more to himself
than the other man as he wanted to hide under the table.
“Weird?” Jared asked, genuinely just inquisitive and not mocking at all.
“I dunno, lately being around people, around…guys makes me nervous and all,”
Jensen muttered and Jared seemed to sit a little taller, glancing around the
shop with a sharp eye.
“It’s not unusual given what you experienced,” the older werewolf mentored with
a kind tone and Jensen nodded. He felt incredibly exposed suddenly as he hugged
his own body tightly and forced himself to go on, the traumatic event websites
all said talking about it was the best thing to do. Beyond that he wanted Jared
to know, something focused in him intent on how Jared would react.
“Most guys put me one edge, but you…you don’t. I feel…god it sounds so corny
out loud, but I feel like I’m safe with you,” he made himself safe with a
burning face.
“Oh, that,” Jared replied with a light smile and Jensen gave him an incredulous
look at the relaxed tone.
“It’s normal, for a werewolf anyway. We’re pack creatures Jensen, I’m an older
stronger wolf that protected you, that clearly intends to continue to protect
you. While we’ve never met, my scent as always lingered near you and your
family since I’ve always visited the homes you take up and make sure their
scent marked to keep others away. It makes sense that you would feel safe in my
presence, that you would give me a measure of trust because even if you didn’t
know it the scent was there all your life so you’re used to it.” Jared
elaborated and Jensen nodded his head, accepting it easily. The strange feeling
in him was running amuck and Jensen couldn’t stop it. He glanced at Jared and
tipped his head a little, when the other man’s gaze dropped to Jensen’s neck
for a second something in him felt ridiculously vindicated.
The shop felt overheated again but too much this time. It was too hot and the
air was too thin and it overwhelmed Jensen. Without a word he stumbled from the
booth and rushed to get outside, feeling like he was underwater and couldn’t
get air in. What the hell was happening to him?
“W-wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do whatever I did, I don’t want to scare
you off Jensen,” the werewolf called hurriedly following him outside the shop.
Once he got outside of the shop, Jensen finally felt like he could breathe
again and he leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. Jared stood there
with him watching Jensen with open worry.
Had Jensen just had a panic attack? His mom was prone to them but Jensen had
never had an issue with them beyond the time he found out he was a werewolf and
a few cases scattered over long years between. Maybe it was all this talking,
this stuff that was going to be a vital part of his life now laid out before
him finally. Looking up at the werewolf who had come after him and now hovered
fretting, Jensen realized Jared looked really apprehensive like he was afraid
Jensen was going to bolt away any second. He knew immediately and right into
his core that he wouldn’t do that. It was a little startling that it felt so
certain.
“I’m not running away from you…it’s just a lot to take in…I don’t even know
what happened back there.” Jensen fumbled, wanting to explain but unable to
because fuck if he knew what had just occurred. Although he did notice the low
burn in his belly, that insistent wash of awareness of how attractive Jared was
not just physically but also his personality. The fact that Jared had killed
his attackers shouldn’t have made Jensen feel good, but god help him it did. He
liked the idea. Jared was strong and he’d protect Jensen and that thing him was
utterly impressed but that.
“That didn’t have anything to do with you really,” Jensen lied, wanting to
soothe that worried look from the older werewolf’s features as he peered down
at Jensen.
“…Your heartbeat accelerates and your scent shifts when you lie,” Jared replied
after a pause, his face falling and a hurt look settling.
“I’m not- shit. What else does my scent smell like? Something a little
embarrassing maybe? That has to do with you I suppose,” the teenager hedged and
it was humiliating to say it but he wanted Jared to understand the truth of the
matter for some reason, it felt important. Because that that hurt look was
making him feel like an asshole. The weird thing in him didn’t like that at
all, Jared was supposed to be happy with him, he wanted that smile back.
After a moment of confusion, Jared carefully leaned in like he expected Jensen
to be offended before he took a quick inhale near Jensen’s neck, close but not
touching and Jensen was disappointed he didn’t.
“You smell…” Jared’s eyes dilated in a strange way and Jensen was sure he knew.
“I’m a teenager, this stuff happens,” Jensen muttered, face red with
mortification as he stood in the middle of a street getting hard in his pants
and talking to a near stranger about it.
“Are you sure? Jensen you smell like…” Jared hesitated with that worried tone
and Jensen opened his mouth to reassure him but paused because it wasn’t really
that normal when he thought about it. Jensen had never gotten an inappropriate
erection like this before and that weird thing in him was still there, calling
insistently.
“I…I don’t know,” he finally replied quietly and Jared frowned even harder. The
werewolf reached out, slowly so Jensen could move away if he wanted and placed
his hands on Jensen shoulders.
When the large man leaned down Jensen’s heart jumped in his throat, thinking
Jared might kiss him and the thing in him howled in delight with the idea.
Jared stopped short of a kiss though and took a deep breath through his nose,
inhaling Jensen’s scent thoroughly now. This close Jensen watched with
fascination as Jared’s pupils dilated again and the brown melted into a golden
color that was nearly taking over his irises completely.
“Jensen, you’re going into heat.”
 
 
“You need to go to a clinic, you can’t go home like this, your parents won’t
know how to handle this,” Jared said with a hurried edge to his tone as he
looked around like a clinic would be in sight. His hands were still on Jensen’s
shoulders and they felt warm in a perfect way, the weight of them making Jensen
tingle.
“Don’t leave me,” Jensen whispered as he stepped forward to cling to Jared,
feeling him go stiff. “I’m scared, please don’t leave me,” he said, feeling
that thing shivering in him. He wasn’t afraid at all but something in him
desperately didn’t want Jared to leave his side, even for a moment. Jared said
something under his breath, a low curse maybe but his arms circled Jensen and
tugged him into motion.
“You won’t leave me?” Jensen felt a tear roll down his cheek and he knew he’d
do anything to keep Jared there, absolutely anything at all.
“I won’t, I promise I’ll take care of you,” Jared said reassuringly and Jensen
clung shamelessly to him.
“Why is this happening?” Jensen asked feeling dazed and disconnected.
“Didn’t your doctor talk to you about this? You should have heat suppressants
or prohibition pills, some prescription like that,” Jared explained
distractedly as he led Jensen down the street with a protective arm around his
shoulders. They were twisting and weaving through the streets to a destination
Jensen had no clue about. But he didn’t care, he was dizzy as hell and
overheated, sweat dripping off his nose. He leaned heavily into Jared’s body
and let him drag Jensen wherever he pleased, as long as they were together.
“But why? Why now?” Jensen repeated, feeling stubborn for absolutely no reason.
“I’d imagine close proximity to me could have helped it along, but it could
just be your body’s natural reaction to the season changing. You’ve only just
started to mature as a beta recently.”
“Because the winds picked up I’m having hot flashes?”
Jared stopped abruptly and Jensen nearly tripped trying to do the same.
“Do you not- Damn it Jensen, didn’t the doctor talk to you at all about heat?
What it means and what it does?”
“I skipped out on the follow up appointments, read on the internet a little,”
the teenager admitted with a flush on his face, his body and emotions jumping
all over. Jared was pulling him again, leading him to who knows where and all
Jensen could do was follow him, something in him totally on board with Jared
leading.
“Did you read anything about alphas and betas?”
“Alphas are the leader and betas are their support?”
“Your parents never said anything about all of this?”
“They don’t know.”
“Damn it, they should know, you should know these things Jensen, it’s your own
biology,” he scolded and the teenager accepted it with a weak nod, feeling
stupid because honestly he really should know more, it was clear this was
important.
“I was scared, I just wanted to pretend like I was normal,” Jensen admitted
quietly and now he felt stupid for it. Jared was right, he should know about
his own body. At the very least Jensen should have gone back to the doctor or
more information and saw a therapist. “It was dumb and I know that but I just…I
just wasn’t ready at all, I never expected to find out I was anything but
human.”
“Being a werewolf is something you’ve always been, it might be a little scary
right now but you’ll see in time that you don’t have to change who you are or
anything. Just make a few adjustments here and there,” Jared reassured him and
Jensen’s reply was lost when he came up short and blinked at the door they were
suddenly in front of. He watched Jared unlock it and guide Jensen into the
house. 
“Where are we?”
“At my place, you can stay here while I go get you some Repressant, it’s too
late for Suppressant,” Jared explained and Jensen didn’t understand at all but
said nothing. He looked around the home and noted it was a nice place. The only
scent there was Jared’s and something in him was ridiculously pleased with
that. There was no one else with Jared and thus no other competition for
Jensen.
“I wanna lay down if that’s okay,” Jensen asked when the room spun a little and
Jared was quick to show him to a bed, guiding him carefully like he knew how
dizzy Jensen was. The bed reeked of Jared and Jensen felt the most bizarre urge
to roll around and rub himself on the sheets.
“Have a nap here and when you wake up I’ll be back with the Repressant,” he
explained distracted and Jensen gave a whimper, an honest to God whimper.
“You said you wouldn’t leave,” he accused and Jared spared him a soft look.
“I know this is scary but I promise I won’t be gone long. Repressants are
important Jensen, you need it to make this stop, can you trust me Jensen?”
Jared requested and that thing in Jensen twisted but he forced himself to nod.
“Stay in the house please Jensen, if you get too hot take a cold shower rather
than opening up windows, few werewolves would come sniffing in my home to get
at you but some might be stupid enough if they can scent you,” Jared explained
as Jensen curled up in the middle of the big bed and enjoyed not having to stay
upright.
“I’ll be back soon,” the older werewolf said and Jensen gave him a nod,
watching Jared go and eyeing his backside, lust stirring with mounting urgency.
Once he heard the front door close and the clink of the deadbolt being locked,
Jensen fumbled with the button of his jeans. The scent of the bed made it clear
it was Jared’s and Jensen felt a brief passing shame for his actions as he
pulled his erection from his jeans and started jerking off. Hard and fast, he
stroked to get off quickly rather then drawing it out; he’d been hard since the
stupid coffee shop and badly needed to climax.
Jensen was sweat soaked and aching, he parted his lips to suck uneven breaths
as he used both hands and shoved his hips into the warmth of his own palms. The
bedding smelt faintly of Jared and his scent wafted around the teenager. His
mind was all too happy to make up images of them together. Jensen recalled when
werewolves eyes had dilated, the warmth of his body so close to Jensen, even
the brush of fur on his cheek from that night, the images flashing rapidly and
Jensen could feel himself getting wet, smears along his upper thighs.
Hissing in frustration, he tried to get off but the relief wasn’t coming. With
an angry sound, he pulled his hands away and buried his face in the pillow,
trying to ignore the throbbing in his groin that was starting to take on a
painful edge. The pillow reeked of Jared though and the scent only made Jensen
pulse even harder. His cock twitched as he wiggled out of his jeans, the
clothing too restrictive now. Sweat was running down his neck; his hair was
damp with it. Jensen used his shirt to mop it up, pulling it off as well since
it was soaked. Being bare helped a little but it wasn’t enough to feel
comfortable and Jensen eyed the window, longing for a cool breeze on his
overheated skin.
Jared’s words echoed back at him though, and Jensen gave an annoyed huff,
rolling on the bed and arching his hips when the head of his cock rubbed along
the blanket. Settling onto his stomach the teenager lifted himself from the
bedding so only the tip of his cock dragged along the material, a soft caress
that made him shudder as his hips rocked. Clenching the pillow hard enough that
his fingers ached, Jensen tried to find release through rubbing on the bed but
it was just like his hands: it felt good but it wasn’t enough.
Flopping down with a bit of a whine, Jensen pulled the pillow to his chest and
took a long hit of the Jared smell. That made his toes curl a little, just the
scent was akin to touching himself, the not-enough-but-close pleasure running
under his skin. Jensen tried jerking off again, pulling at his cock while his
thumb rubbed along the sensitive underside, tricks he usually loved doing
nothing but building up the need even higher. With one hand on his erection,
Jensen shoved the other one further down, lightly tracing the rim of his
slicked hole. That got a moan out of him, the inquisitive touch felt perfect as
he fumbled to add more pressure, to shove two fingers in himself and feel the
slick heat of his own body. Jensen had fingered himself before, he’d always
known his sexuality and never shied from exploring, but this was the first time
he’d gotten wet like this. He had a toy back in his own home and he longed for
one now as he rocked on his fingers and they felt so utterly inadequate. It
felt better than anything else, but it was still only a build up; Jensen could
feel the tension in him mounting with no release in sight. Whimpering, he tried
his best, laid on Jared’s bed and fingered himself with hard shoves.
The soft drag of the deadbolt made him stop. Sitting up, he waited poised on
the bed as the door opened and closed, the deadbolt locking again and soft
footsteps sounding from within the house. Jensen titled his head and caught the
slightest whiff of Jared. The sounds of each step on the stairs sounded heavy,
the right weight for Jared and Jensen relaxed.
“Jensen?” Jared’s voice called out, his movements stopping at the bedroom door.
“I brought you some different brands so-” The werewolf stopped when he pushed
the door open, his eyes falling on Jensen. Normally, the teenager would feel
utterly mortified to be seen naked like he was, cock hard against his belly
with drops of come on the head while his thighs gleamed with his own slick. But
something in Jensen was absent right then. There was no shame at all as Jared
stared at him, eyes roaming over every inch of skin on display. Jensen felt
wickedly free and he didn’t hesitate to spread his thighs a little so Jared
could get a good look.
“Jesus,” the older man muttered, his eyes dilating a touch while he clutched at
the grocery bag he was holding. “I underestimated how strong it would be,”
Jared muttered; seemingly to himself more than Jensen, and the teenager felt
the ache in him shifting restlessly. Having Jared there made everything
infinitely better, he would know just what to do to help Jensen, although given
his body’s state and the fact Jared had said he was in heat, it was kinda
obvious what Jensen needed.
Which made Jared backing out of the room a terrible idea.
Jensen meant to tell him to stop, to come closer, but what came out of his
mouth was a low sound, almost a whine and utterly pitiful sounding. It stopped
Jared though, his gaze locking with Jensen’s own, and it made him feel shy
suddenly. Jensen ducked his head a little and bit at his lip, glancing up at
Jared from under his lashes in a way he’d been told looked coy. With a
tentative smile Jensen motioned for Jared to come closer, back into the room.
The alpha moved with caution, and Jensen admired that; he felt out of control
with no idea what he was capable of and it was smart of Jared to realize that.
“You need to drink this,” Jared told him with a low soothing tone, his hand
fishing out a small medical bottle from the bag. The placating tone annoyed
Jensen though and he felt his lip curl in a way that wasn’t anything vaguely
like a smile. It felt strange for him to do it, but his body was reacting to
something else, a different set of instincts than what he normally knew.
“Please Jensen, just drink this for me?” The older wolf asked again, offering
out the bottle. Jensen turned his nose at it, moving away from the bed so Jared
was forced to edge into it in order to follow him.
Reaching out with his foot, Jensen watched curiously as the side of it skimmed
along Jared’s wrist, the feel of warm skin like a shock through him. Jerking a
bit, Jensen let out a surprised murmur and then did it again, his body feeling
good as he rubbed himself along Jared. The younger werewolf edged closer,
sliding himself under Jared’s body. The bigger male was bent over on his knees,
one hand on the bed to hold himself up while the other clutched the bottle. He
stayed perfectly still as Jensen slowly wiggled under him, curious as he
scented at the older male. It was obvious that Jared was struggling, trying to
keep himself reigned in, and Jensen liked it, liked how hard he had to try to
do so because of Jensen.
With care Jensen reached out and touched Jared’s broad chest. He still had his
shirt on and that annoyed the teenager. Without a care for consequence, Jensen
pulled at the material, ripping the shirt open hard enough that some of the
buttons came off. Warm skin was his reward and Jensen made a pleased sound as
he palmed Jared’s stomach, traced the fit lines as he moved lower towards the
notable bulge in Jared’s jeans.
Biting his lip, Jensen skimmed his fingers over the button of the pants and
lingered as he traced the rise of the werewolf’s erection.
Jared made a low noise himself then, shifting his weight, and Jensen suddenly
felt trapped under him. With a growl he rolled away and glared at Jared as he
put space between them. In the back of his mind Jensen knew he was being
irrational; his actions made no sense, but he was completely unbothered by it.
Looking over at Jared again, Jensen’s eye lingered on his exposed chest; the
werewolf was fit and looked like a model. Tilting his head, Jensen met Jared’s
gaze and motioned him over, waiting as the male carefully did so, acting like
Jensen might lash out at him at any given moment. Jensen wasn’t sure he
wouldn’t.
The older werewolf inched the final space between them, bending down so their
mouths lined up in a kiss. The first brush of his mouth was chaste, Jared’s
lips were a little chapped but Jensen decided he liked the contact well enough.
The burning in his belly was starting to demand more insistently and Jensen
reached out, one hand on Jared’s thigh as he leaned up and kissed him properly.
But it quickly became boring in the face of Jensen’s need and he let his mouth
wander, nipping at the edge of Jared’s jaw and along the curve until he was
nuzzling his face against the bigger male’s neck. Edging in closer, Jensen
straddled one of Jared’s thighs, pressing his erection and rocking himself
lightly while the other wolf groaned out.
Jared’s hands moved around Jensen, fumbling behind his back and the teenager
didn’t like that. He wanted to know what the hell was going on and he moved
off, sliding away until Jared’s hand stopped him. Jensen felt something rise in
him and he broke the light hold with a dirty look, trying to move away from
Jared, but the male was following him. It must have looked ridiculous with them
half crawling on the big bed, but Jensen didn’t care as he gave something like
a growl at the male, wanting him to back off.
“I know, I just need you to drink this for me. Please Jensen, I don’t think
you’re ready for kids just yet?” Jared explained with a near pleading tone, and
Jensen liked that immediately. He liked Jared asking him and it was for that
more than the words that he took the little bottle and drank it down. It tasted
chalky and he wrinkled his nose, Jared pressing a bottle of water to his free
hand quickly as he took the empty bottle in the other. Jensen meant to take a
sip, but once the water touched his tongue he realized how thirsty he was and
drank the entire thing down.
Jared watched him do it, he’s eyes dropping along Jensen’s throat and then down
his naked body, along his still erect cock. The ache was starting to claw now,
making Jensen feel light headed and needy. When he finished the bottle off
Jensen let it fall off the side of the bed, forgotten as he watched Jared with
lidded eyes, slowly lying back on the bed. Jensen watched Jared swallow, his
own gaze pulled toward the slick thighs Jensen was displaying, parting easily
with a coaxing sound.
“God Jensen, I don’t- I wanna do right by you, you’re not in your mind. Please
don’t offer something like that, don’t show me-” Jared’s babbling choked off
when Jensen spread his legs wide and arched his back, offering a tantalizing
flash of his bare throat up. The older werewolf gave a pained sound and edged
closer, his entire demeanor changing suddenly.
Jared moved lower to the bed, eyes downcast as Jensen stared at him, watching
the bigger man move in closer. When he reached Jensen’s calf, Jared nuzzled it
lightly, pressing a soft kiss and Jensen smiled watching Jared crawl up and
feeling his breath along his thigh. The wet slide of his tongue made Jensen
sigh out, the ache in him pulsing but in a way that was good now, deliciously
good. Jared’s tongue edged closer, and Jensen gave an encouraging sound,
shuddering at the first brush of wet along his sore erection. Jared bathed his
cock carefully, cleaning the precome from the head and then down the length.
Jensen felt him press a kiss to his sack before his tongue tentatively touched
Jensen’s hole. The teen arched up with a gasp, legs spreading as wide as they
could as he lifted to meet Jared’s mouth, the hot wet feeling of his tongue
lapping over him, along his hole, was amazing. Whatever was running through him
was on cloud nine now that Jared was between his legs.
The bigger wolf went to work, licking with enthusiasm, pressing his tongue to
try and work it into Jensen. It felt great, but the build up in Jensen was
still going and he knew that a tongue fucking wasn’t what he needed. He pulled
away in a sudden move, Jared not chasing him as Jensen backed up to the
headboard breathing a little uneven. Jared was watching him, his pupils golden
now and flashing steadily as he very slowly licked his lips, gathering up the
smears of slick there. Suddenly Jared didn’t look submissive at all, he looked
like a huge male with intent in his gaze. Jensen felt his cock twitch at the
idea, his mind bounding all over, trying to decide if Jared’s confidence was
something to be admired, or if he was disgusted with it. Jared stayed where he
was and peeled off his shirt, stripping down slowly as Jensen watched. When
Jared pushed his jeans and underwear down, Jensen stared at the length of him.
He was thick and long, a proportional monster to the huge man, and Jensen felt
simultaneous apprehension and lust to feel that buried inside him.
“Jensen,” Jared called low and inviting as the teenager looked back at up at
his face, their gazes locking. Jared motioned for Jensen to come over to him
and the teenager narrowed his eyes, feeling rebellious and trying to decide if
he wanted to go over there or make Jared come to him.
In the end Jensen just laid back and it was all the invitation Jared needed to
approach. He dropped kisses on Jensen’s skin as he worked his way up, along his
leg and thigh, over his stomach and chest. When his mouth touched Jensen’s
neck, the teenager froze, something stilling in him as Jared’s breath panted
over his jugular.
Jared took advantage of it and positioned himself, rubbing the slick of
Jensen’s body on the head of his erection before he pushed in. Jensen hissed
out then, lifting his arms to clutch at Jared’s broad shoulders, but the
feeling of Jared’s mouth on his neck kept him from anything else. Jensen didn’t
understand why it was making him subdued but he understood utterly that was the
reason for it.
Jared worked himself in with small thrusts, carefully pushing a little more up
with each stroke and Jensen whimpered, feeling himself forced wide. But the
burn was a good one, it felt amazing as the ache in his stomach lessened
finally, the need being sated finally as Jensen sighed out and let Jared do as
he pleased. The bigger werewolf was content to keep moving at an easy pace,
giving Jensen a moment to adjust before he was thrusting deeper, opening Jensen
up even more.
Once Jared was able to press all the way in, he gave a rumble in his chest,
eyes flashing as he lifted his head to press a rough kiss to Jensen’s mouth.
The second his lips left Jensen’s neck the subdued feeling vanished and Jensen
dug his nails into Jared’s shoulders, scratching roughly as he lifted a leg on
Jared’s hip, trying to ride him as the bigger male answered with a hard thrust
that pushed the air from Jensen’s lungs. Jared started pounding and Jensen gave
a pleased growl, nails still scratching, slippery as the copper tang of blood
filled the air but Jensen didn’t care, all he wanted was Jared to go faster.
Thankfully Jared seemed to get that because he spread his knees and found
purchase before he proceeded to fuck Jensen good and proper. The headboard was
smacking the wall in loud bangs and the bedsprings creaked in time with the
slap of skin on skin. Jensen was on his back with Jared over him, slamming in
with all the force of his huge body and Jensen could feel it; God, could he
ever. It hurt a little, Jared was gripping his waist too tight, lunging into
him with too much weight, but it only made it better, made Jensen arch off the
bed and strive for his release. It was right there, Jensen could feel the edges
of a climax inside him. Right at the tip but not enough to spill over. Jensen
gave a frustrated noise and scratched at Jared, dug his heels harder into the
werewolf’s back and Jared growled at him but obediently fucked with more force,
shorter thrusting with his hands yanking Jensen into each shove. Jensen hissed
out and tried to get off, tried to finally take his release but it wasn’t
coming, it wasn’t happening.
With a disgusted noise he shoved at Jared, the bigger male growling but Jensen
growled right back and pushed at Jared’s chest until there was enough room to
scramble out from under him. Jensen felt when Jared’s cock slipped free from
him, his body left feeling empty as he moved to the edge of the bed furthest
from the other male and glared at Jared.
It was all Jared’s fault, Jensen was positive of it.
“Jensen,” he tried, motioning for him to come back but Jensen scoffed,
narrowing his eyes as he gave the other male a nasty look. Jared’s erection was
still prominent, wet and gleaming as it bobbed against his stomach and the
sight of it made Jensen want to crawl back almost. But the younger werewolf
knew it wouldn’t be enough, it wasn’t enough at all.
“We can’t- we can’t to that, so come here, it’ll feel a little better if I come
in you. I promise,” Jared was saying and Jensen locked onto the first part.
What couldn’t they do? Jared knew what Jensen needed, the teenager realized, he
knew how to make the ache in him go away but Jared was refusing. The anger in
Jensen disappeared and he was suddenly hurt, completely hurt that Jared would
make him suffer like this. The teenager looked away from the other male,
staring at the wall as his shoulders shook and he fought off tears.
“Jensen,” the other wolf whispered, sounding worried as the bed shifted.
“Please Jensen, let me help you how I can.”
As much as he was willing, Jensen thought darkly, and when he felt Jared’s hand
touch his back he jumped like he was burned. Giving the other male a furious
look Jensen stalked from the room, thumping down the stairs pointlessly. He was
naked still and had no intention of leaving. But Jared didn’t know that, and
the larger man rushed passed Jensen to block the front door. Jensen turned and
prowled the living room and kitchen, the ache in him building up, making him
want to cry and rip something up at the same time. Jared was trailing after him
wordily, eyes flashing golden and when they passed a mirror Jensen realized his
own eyes were doing the same thing, his pupils dilated beyond human ability and
the green of his eye giving off an eerie glow. He frowned at the mirror,
feeling lost and scared then and when Jared pressed up to his back he didn’t
fight him, he wanted the comfort. Jared was touching him all over, nuzzling his
neck as he tried to guide Jensen to the couch.
“Come on, let me help. Let me take the edge off,” Jared was muttering and
Jensen frowned, reminded again that Jared knew how to make it go away, but he
had no intention to do it. Just as Jared eased him on couch Jensen wanted off,
he moved to push the male away but Jared refused to go. Jensen narrowed his
eyes as he pushed again, harder, and Jared tried to take his wrists. It turned
into a tussle, Jensen trying to get out from under Jared and the bigger male
refusing to let him. Jared had the upper hand, but Jensen got his knee in and
kicked the male hard, slamming Jared back and into the corner of the coffee
table with a pained grunt. Jensen laid against the couch cushions, panting as
he glared down at Jared, watching the male slowly get up and press a hand to
his side carefully, his eyes glowing steadily now, his canine teeth looking
sharper than before.
He looked at Jensen then and it wasn’t a kind gaze, Jensen knew he had pushed
too hard. For the strange bond between them, Jensen recalled that Jared was
still a stranger, still someone that Jensen didn’t know what he was capable of.
Despite that though, there was no real fear of Jared. Even when they wrestled
around Jensen hadn’t feared the other werewolf.
When Jared moved toward him again Jensen felt the urge to submit roaring
through him for the first time, telling him not to fight the older werewolf
anymore. Jared knew better, he wasn’t out to hurt or force Jensen something in
him whispered reassuringly, the teenager was certain of that even if he had no
reason to be. 
But the ache inside him pulsed painfully and Jensen felt his emotions twisting
over, his common sense not present as he lifted his leg to kick Jared back
again. The other werewolf caught his foot and yanked Jensen to him, the
teenager banging his head on the floor hard as he was pulled under Jared again.
Jensen looked up at him and Jared glared down, a silent battle of wills going
on between them as both refused to back down.
Jensen caved first by breaking the stare and he tried to right it by shoving
Jared away. They fought again, Jared clearly trying to subdue Jensen without
injuring him, the older male clearly not out to harm. Jensen on the other hand
used everything he could to fight the bigger male off, scratching and biting
while he kicked wildly and finally getting a good one in, right over the spot
where the coffee table had dug into Jared’s side.
Jared gave a sudden pained inhale and Jensen felt him freeze up, a split second
of regret passing over him; even in his haze Jensen didn’t intent to hurt Jared
seriously.
When he blinked up, Jensen caught a blur and then there wasn’t a man over him
anymore. The werewolf, huge and vicious-looking loomed over him. Jared’s human
form had made him feel small, but this wolf made him beyond tiny in comparison.
The change had happened so fast, split seconds, and Jensen looked up at the
werewolf, somewhere between a man and wolf, huge all over with a human form but
wolf’s features. Jensen’s gaze raked over him and finally met Jared’s gaze for
a moment. Jensen blinked and looked away instantly; suddenly the urge to be
dominating was gone. The ache twisted painfully strong though, and Jensen gave
a weak sound, curling up a little under the beast, as the hunger in him seemed
to react to having a shifted werewolf over him.
 
When the werewolves claws closed on Jensen’s neck the boy didn’t fight it at
all. He kept his gaze down and willingly tilted his head back to offer up his
neck to the alpha. The werewolf accepted the complete submission and his hand
drifted down Jensen’s chest, along his bared skin. The sensation of his nails
barely scrapping made the teenager suck in a weak breath.
Jared dropped his head to sniff as Jensen and when he pushed his face close,
Jensen tentatively pressed back, very aware that this part of Jared wouldn’t
show restraint if Jensen decided to refuse his dominance. It was something
unspoken that Jensen just knew, another weird thing that his mind didn’t linger
on, even though, some part of him knew it should. He was aware in a distant
sense that what was happening should scare him, that the idea of this huge
beast raping him should be terrifying. But rather then the logical reaction
Jensen’s knees parted a touch, an offering that he would give up. There would
be no forcing because Jensen wanted it eagerly. The teenager understood utterly
that Jared’s patience was done and if he tried to act up this wolf would put
him in place firmly. Knowing Jared’s strength made the need to fight in Jensen
die out, this werewolf was more than capable to handle him, he didn’t need to
test him and again his mind refused to linger over the idea that he was testing
Jared in the first place or why.
The werewolf didn’t seem to mind Jensen rubbing faces with him; he even nuzzled
back a little. So Jensen hurried to sit up and press closer, his thighs slicked
because of the feel of silky fur on his skin did it for him apparently. Jensen
rolled on his stomach and the werewolf’s massive paws spanned over his skin,
picking his hips up and putting Jensen on his hands and knees in a simple
movement. He was manhandling Jensen like it was nothing and the show of
strength excited him.
This was a true werewolf, one who was able and would be a good mate. The
thought flashed through his head and confused Jensen, but the lust pushed it
away before he could examine it properly.
Jared moved over Jensen, fur rubbing along his back and Jensen spread his legs,
his heartbeat rapid as he whimpered. Jared gave a low grumble in reply licking
at Jensen’s neck while his groin pressed to Jensen’s offered backside. The
first jab hurt and Jensen started at it but relaxed quickly when the werewolf
gave a short growl to be still. Jensen trembled with excitement as the male
lined up and pushed again, this time closer, the pointed tip sliding along
Jensen’s bare skin, so close to breaching him. Jensen lifted himself a bit
higher, tried to position himself for Jared as the werewolf shoved and then
finally sank into him.
Jensen clawed at the carpet, ruining it, when the werewolf forced his way into
Jensen in one hard lunge. He was bigger - so much bigger - in this form and
Jensen sobbed out, the werewolf giving him a few licks on the neck before he
pulled Jensen back to meet his thrust. Jensen cried out and felt like it was
too much for his body to take, he tried to pull away but Jared’s teeth nipped
at the back of his neck and like before something in Jensen immediately
submitted. Jensen could only whimper as the cock in him went so deep but the
painful edge to it was fading already. He arched his back and gasped out as the
sting started to turn, the bite of it feel good rather than raw. Jared rode him
hard and quick and Jensen felt something in him shiver in delight at the rough
edge. The pleasure was riding high because of that edge and Jensen whimpered
out but pushed back a touch to get more of it. He could feel something
happening inside him, Jared was big already but it felt like even more every
few thrusts, like the length of him was swelling up as he pulsed inside Jensen.
The smaller male shivered as he felt it press again his sore hole, a bulge at
the base of Jared’s cock. Vaguely Jensen recalled reading about it, knowing
about it, about knotting.
Jared tensed up just as Jensen was getting a feel for what was in him. The
bigger werewolf pulled Jensen in close and he felt the larger body shudder,
just once. There was a pressure against his hole, that thick think trying to
get in. Jensen whimpered and he wanted to pull away, but every instinct in him
screamed otherwise. Feeling dizzy and so far out of depth Jensen sobbed but
pushed back on it. Once he did Jared pushed forward making the younger male
under him realize that Jared had stopped. At the moment, it meant nothing but
later on Jensen would recall it and grasp that Jared had left the choice up to
him and what that meant.
The pressure mounted and the pained edge came back. Jensen was half sure it
wouldn’t go, but he pressed back harder and in a rush the knot pushed in, the
cock inside Jared swelling up even faster then.
Jensen didn’t have time to react though because the moment Jared was in him,
the pain was gone completely and Jensen felt deliriously warm as Jared throbbed
in him. The ache in his belly finally, finally, gave way and Jensen’s hips
rolled in tight motions as Jared nuzzled him. Rocking with Jensen as the
pleasure overrode Jensen’s brain and short-circuited everything. It became only
about the fullness inside him. Stuffed to the brim and filling him up, Jensen
could feel the werewolf coming in him, his release triggering Jensen’s own and
soothing the raw ache over. The instincts that had been screaming at Jensen to
violently settled into a deep content feeling that only made Jensen feel even
better, shivering a little in the blissful aftermath.
Jensen went boneless against the bigger male and snuggled against the fur of
the werewolf. Jared responded by nuzzling him, licking at his shoulder in lazy
motions as they laid there tied, knotted.
Jared seemed satisfied to lick at Jensen’s skin, along his shoulders and neck,
lapping at his ear and making Jensen squirm, ticklish. The massive wolf on his
back did it again and playfully nudged Jensen. A muted thumping caught the
teenager’s attention and he looked past them to see Jared’s tail wagging. The
sight of it was somehow hilarious as he laughed and the big wolf nipped at him
like a dog, looking for attention that Jensen gave willingly. He felt strangely
happy and at ease with himself and the world for once without worries over his
family or future. Right then it was just Jensen and Jared caught up with each
other and a deep sated hum of pleasure passing through their bodies.
Jensen had no idea how long they stayed tied together but eventually the member
inside him shrank down and when Jared shifted he slowly pulled free from him.
Jensen felt it pull at his entrance briefly and tensed a bit before making
himself relax so the length could come free, a gush of come following.
Jared took the time to groom him all over then, focusing on Jensen’s thighs and
then licking the excess semen right from his hole. The touch worked Jensen up
again and he tugged at Jared to move over him again. The werewolf mounted him
right away and Jensen spread his legs eagerly. This round was less intense but
the pain wasn’t there as Jensen arched into each thrust and gave a happy whine
when Jared tied in him again, the feeling making his toes curl up as he
shuddered and came himself. He could really feel the knot now, the huge thing
buried in him and swollen up against his prostate. Each heavy twitch of come
that ran through the length of the cock in him forced a breathless whimper from
Jensen as it reverberated through him.
After the second round Jensen’s stomach complained loudly about food and so the
smaller male padded to the kitchen, the huge werewolf following him on all
fours and trying to lick up the semen trickling down his leg. It felt surreal
and Jensen didn’t think about it, he was running on something else right then
and whatever it was it didn’t care for empty worries. They rough housed around
for a bit as Jensen tried to avoid being licked teasingly and Jared was
determined to do just that. Chasing him as Jensen laughed and ducked to avoid
the bigger male.
After they calmed down Jensen checked out the contents of the fridge. There was
only cold Chinese takeout, but Jensen didn’t feel picky. He pulled it all out
and dove into it like he was starving.
Jared moved up behind him, pushing Jensen into the counter he was leaning over
and the smaller werewolf just bent over it, half distracted by eating as the
werewolf behind him pushed into him again. The pleasure was mellowed now and
Jensen made a soft content sound, nuzzling at the underside of Jared’s snout as
the male leaned over him and proceeded to ride him gently until they locked a
third time. Jensen went back and forth between nuzzling and licking at Jared
and eating the Chinese food. The action of licking the werewolf’s chin should
have felt bizarre but it didn’t occur to Jensen right then, it just felt right.
 
 
The teenager was still bent over the kitchen counter, licking the remains of
the Chinese carton when Jared’s knot came free. The huge wolf bent low to groom
Jensen’s skin again before he moved back to stand over him but didn’t try to
mount. Rather he sniffed at the food carton and Jensen let him have a few licks
before he pulled it away, saving it for himself. Jared’s huge snout followed,
the two playing keep away with Jensen smiling and Jared’s tail wagging. Jensen
let Jared get it in the end; there was another carton of fried rice for him to
start in on anyway.
Jensen was perfectly comfortable to stay bent over the counter with Jared still
butted up close while they shared a meal. He felt relaxed like that, his heat
finally sated for the time being as he just got used to the male, knowing that
this wasn’t something that would be fleeting between them and glad for it. For
the first time in his life, Jensen felt right in a way he couldn’t express.
There had always been a sense of lacking in him that he’d never been able to
put a name or reason to. Jensen hadn’t understood it much less how to ever deal
with it. He had always thought it had to do with all the moving they did, from
not having friends who knew him for a few months of even maybe because of his
mother’s obvious illness. But Jared felt like he could fill that for Jensen,
help him take that longing away. Even with his mind acting so strange Jensen
could recognize how corny it sounded, but it didn’t make it any less true. With
a fond smile, Jensen leaned up and nipped at Jared’s chin, the bigger male
nuzzling back affectionately.
Jared was just beginning to sniff at the fried rice Jensen had claimed when the
front door was kicked open and the relaxed atmosphere gave way to one of shock
and panic.
The heavy wood splintered under a battering ram with a jarring crash and harsh
lights fell on them instantly. Jensen was blinded momentarily by their strength
and he flinched away and pressed closer to Jared frantically. Jensen felt fear
scream through him and he immediately grabbed at Jared. The bigger werewolf was
crouching over him at once, protecting Jensen with his body as he snarled out
viciously. They scrambled away from the counter trying to escape but then guns
were pointed at them while people shouted violently and Jared pinned Jensen to
the wall, using his bulk to shield him as he growled at the intruders and tried
to protect Jensen.
***** Chapter 2 *****
People, humans, screamed at them while they waved their guns at Jared and the
fear in Jensen suddenly twisted. He peered at the strangers and gave his best
snarl, wanting them to know they weren’t welcomed, that he would rip their
fucking faces off. It was both exhilarating and terrifying because Jensen knew
if given the chance, he really would. The strange thing him had turned savage
when faced with these strangers who were dangerous to him and his mate.
“Whoa! Hold the hell up! You were supposed to wait!” Someone was shouting,
hurrying in through the smashed door and taking in the tense situation. A man
looked around the room and stopped short at the sight of them crouched
together, cornered and vicious.
“Stand down,” the man demanded, his eyes flashing once to indicate he was a
werewolf.
Jensen watched them all and the more he stared the more his mind stopped
running on the feral thing that had been guiding him all evening. They were
police; four of them in full swat gear and one male werewolf among them in
jeans and a coat. There was another man lingering at the door and probably more
police outside if he went by the noise.
“Stand down you idiots, he’s ancient. You can get a headshot with your fancy
silver bullets and he’d still rip you in half,” the werewolf in the house was
saying and Jensen felt the fear in him loosen, if they couldn’t hurt Jared then
it would be fine. If they tried to hurt Jensen, Jared would kill them, Jensen
had absolutely no doubt of that. It was a strangely deep-rooted certainty like
one would think of a parent’s love.
“Jeff,” the other man in civilian clothing called and the werewolf in the room
looked back towards him.
“That isn’t no human under him.”
Jensen felt all of them, werewolves and human alike, focus on him and his fear
spiked making Jared snarl menacingly and the men with guns tense.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, you guys were absolutely certain a werewolf
kidnapped a human boy, you broke into his home shouting and waving guns and now
it’s a not a human at all.” The werewolf named Jeff was snapping at the police
and Jensen could feel Jared getting aggravated with the situation, his body
shifting to attack. Jensen was in his mind enough to see how bad that would be
and he raised a hand to Jared’s arm making the werewolf stop.
“You need to leave.” Jensen finally announced and the strange werewolf seemed
to understand at once and was backing out. The police lingered though and
Jensen glared at them.
“He doesn’t want you in his home, if you don’t get out he’s gonna kill you,” he
snapped trying to look imposing even as he felt his knees threaten to give out.
Jensen glared at them and he could feel his eyes flashing. He doubted that he
looked remotely human because he didn’t feel like one at that moment. They gave
in after tense moments, the guns were lowered and the group backed out step by
step. The further they got, the more Jared’s body relaxed; he pushed in close
to Jensen and the teenager pressed back reassuringly.
“Can you shift?”
Jared gave a growl and rubbed his face to Jensen, still watching the front door
unblinkingly.
“You need to shift back, I need you to be clear-headed, to be able to hold back
more,” Jensen tried to explain but Jared’s chest just rumbled, his ears peeking
as he watched a piece of the smashed door shift in the breeze, reminding
suddenly Jensen he was naked as the cold air touched his skin.
“Jared, please. I need your human to protect me, he can do it better, without
fighting,” the werewolf gave no sign of hearing it but after a long moment, his
shoulders drooped and the wolf buried his face in Jensen’s neck. The teenager
watched the blur of the change this time, fur going fuzzy like on a broken tv
almost. It smoothed down and shrank into the shape of a human’s shoulder in a
matter of seconds; if Jensen had blinked he could have missed it.
Jared kept his face burying in the crook of Jensen’s neck for a long while. He
just breathed in his scent and Jensen just let him, watching the door wearily
and knowing there were still people out there.
“I don’t know if I’ll be much help, I’m not in a better state then my wolf,”
Jared finally muttered and Jensen pressed his brow to Jared’s shoulder.
“I’m not in any good state. I can’t decide if we should flee or try and kill
everyone, it’s freaking me out,” Jensen whispered with a shiver and Jared
hugged him close reassuringly.
“Your heat is still prominent, it’ll push your instinctual urges,” he said in a
way of explanation, and Jensen just pressed in close.
“Hello? Uhh, I’m sorry about this but we can’t just leave…” the werewolf named
Jeff called and it made Jensen huff out in annoyance.
“Jeffrey Dean Morgan, he’s the alpha of these territories. They must have
assumed I kidnaped you and was holding you here against your will,” Jared said
and Jensen frowned at the door, feeling his emotions still jerking around from
one extreme to another still.
“I want clothing” he finally decided, knowing no matter what about to occur he
wanted to be dressed for it.
Jared thankfully had a bag of dirty laundry on the main level. The stairs to
the upper floor was in plain sight of the kicked in door and Jensen was not
going to show whoever was out there his bare ass. Jared’s shirt fell low to his
knees and Jensen pulled on an oversized hoodie as well before curling up on the
couch, pulling the blanket over his legs to hide as much skin as possible.
Jared threw on sweats and a t-shirt before he called out in a gruff voice,
sounding more closed off than Jensen had heard before.
“Stay behind me… or beside me. But close, stay close,” Jared muttered as
footsteps approached the house. The sheer plea to the words all Jensen needed
to take them seriously, he didn’t feel so stable either.
“I’m sorry about this, so utterly sorry,” Jeffrey Dean Morgan greeted and
Jensen watched him and another werewolf come in, both moving slowly and aware
of how tense Jared and Jensen were feeling. Their gazes were downcast and
Jensen was a little surprised with how they submitted so easily. A policeman in
an official looking uniform and one of the men in swat gear who stormed into
the house followed behind, their attitude more defensive and putting Jensen on
immediate offense.
“Explain,” Jared grunted, his voice low and borderline threatening. Jensen
glanced up at him and could practically see the tension roll off him in thick
waves. Without thinking about it, Jensen left his spot and pressed up against
Jared’s back, one hand spanning along his side as he stayed mostly behind the
bigger male.
“You were seen in public with that boy, seen around his school all morning.
People claimed you dragged him off, pulled him into your home,” Jeff started
with a passive tone and Jensen got distracted right away.
“You waited all morning? At the school?” He cut into the werewolf’s explanation
and Jared finally looked a tad embarrassed and far more like the personality
Jensen knew.
“I didn’t want to bother you in class, I know first days are important,” Jared
muttered and Jensen felt his mouth twitch in a smile. He couldn’t help but sway
closer to Jared and tuck his arm into the other male’s elbow, strangely pleased
with the thoughtful gesture. Some of the tension in Jared’s form relaxed and
Jensen could see the other two werewolves following, the dangerous air dying
down a bit.
The subtle change was enough however for one of the men watching to storm
between the two strange werewolves and approach Jared and Jensen.
“We have eyewitness claiming you were brought here against your will-” Jeff
grabbed the man and yanked him back, Jensen guessed it was only the fact he was
holding onto Jared’s arm so tightly that kept the bigger male from attacking.
The strain went deadly again and Jensen’s heart was pounding in his chest, fear
and anxiety winding up high enough that he found it hard to breathe. 
“God damn it Robert,” Jeff was hissing as he pushed the man back and they all
gave Jared and Jensen room, moving away. They avoided staring at them, but
Jared pulled Jensen close to him and hid him from their view anyway. “The boy’s
in heat, you can’t act aggressive like that, you’re gonna freak him out and
then his bigger, meaner, mate will freak out because he’s freaking out.”
Jensen whimpered and Jared was gathering him up, hugging him as he trembled and
hid his face. He hated how weak he felt right then, his emotions all twisting
away from his control as Jensen felt himself cling to Jared in a way he would
have never if he had a better hold on himself. But right then the need to feel
secure overrode pride and Jensen couldn’t deny the strength of the other
werewolf came with a feeling of safety.
“I didn’t know, I didn’t understand…” the man, Robert, was saying with genuine
regret but Jensen couldn’t stop shaking. He didn’t want to be there and he
didn’t want to be watched anymore.
“I wanna leave,” he whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed to too many eyes.
It felt weak and pitiful to say it, but Jensen felt tears burning and the
longer they stood there the worse it felt.
“We have our den nearby, it’s private and everyone will understand the
situation,” Jeff offered at once and Jensen nodded not caring where, only
wanting to get away. Jared’s arm curled on his hip and guided him to the back
door of the house and then into the darkness of the back yard. By the time they
reached the gate a car was already waiting. Without a word Jared slid them in
and it was driving off immediately. Jensen watched through the tinted windows
as they left the alley and he could see the front of Jared’s home. It was like
something out of a movie scene, cop cars all pulled up and people crowded
behind the yellow tape, reporters talking to cameras while men in full police
gear still hung around the front door.
So much for no one knowing about him, Jensen thought.
 
It was night out already. When Jensen glanced at the clock in the dashboard he
was surprised that it was nearly five in the morning. It had been noon when
they walked to the coffee shop.
“It got so late,” he muttered in the stillness of the car and Jared shifted,
his arm still curled around Jensen’s shoulders.
“Time gets lost during heat cycles, knotting takes up a lot more time than
you’d think,” the older werewolf explained, his voice a touch wry as Jensen
rolled his eyes but relaxed against him a little more, pressing into his side
quietly as the warmth of the bigger male seemed to sooth Jensen further.
“Why are people freaking out?”
“I imagine it was seen as a werewolf kidnapping a young boy, taking him to his
home to devour him or something, it only takes a few scared people over-
reacting to freak out everyone in my experience.”
“I’m seventeen not twelve,” he grumbled half-heartedly.
The idea of someone over-reacting immediately made Jensen think of his parents
and he wished he’d been able to grab his phone from the bedroom before they
left. There was no doubt his parents would be going crazy and refusing any
notion that Jensen had chosen to go into Jared’s home of his own will, much
less the idea that Jensen himself was a werewolf. All his neat plans to hide
and wait until college were useless now; he couldn’t deny what he was with all
this media focus.
“It’ll be ok,” Jared said to him quietly and his arm pulled Jensen in closer.
“I really wish that was true, you have no idea how much,” Jensen replied with a
hollow chuckle, pressing his face to Jared’s shoulder and trying not to tear up
at the idea of losing his family.
“I don’t want to be alone,” it wasn’t something he meant to say out loud and
Jensen frowned, annoyed with how little control he had over his emotions. It
was starting to piss him off.
“Trust me,” Jared said with a soft laugh that made Jensen give him a dark look
for. “I can honestly promise you that you won’t ever be alone, I’ve watched you
grow up, regardless of what’s between us I’ll always be there to look out for
you.”
“…You’re such a creeper,” the teenager finally shot back but a smile pulled at
his mouth briefly until the driver made a weird noise under his breath. Jensen
glanced over at him, he’d forgotten the stranger and the fact someone had
overheard their private conversation made Jensen badly want to do something
violent to him.
“When will I stop feeling so crazy?” He finally settled on asking, suddenly
aware that he was curled up to Jared’s side snuggly with only an oversized
sweater and t-shirt on.
“A few days at most, the heat can’t be stopped now, but it can be controlled,
the suppressants won’t stop it, but they’ll help,” Jared explained and Jensen
nearly scoffed, this was him under control? He couldn’t begin to imagine what
it was like to go without then.
 
They pulled off the main road and into a gated house and Jensen wasn’t sure how
he felt about it. Escaping had felt great but arriving in the home of strangers
was quickly taking the feeling away.
“I don’t want to talk to anyone,” Jensen admitted wearily and Jared gave a nod,
both of them watching as they pulled up to a huge house. A pack probably lived
there, a full family unit like Jensen had read about before. Werewolves lived
in groups that could get huge, siblings never breaking up but taking mates and
having their own kids. Most packs ranged from twenty to forty members, but some
when up into the eighties.
When they came to a stop Jared got out first and kept Jensen tucked close to
him. The bigger male had his back straight and head up high, the air around him
more like the werewolf then the man Jensen knew. It was the same as he’d been
when they had talked to Jeffry Morgan and the police, sure and strong but with
a cold distance from him.
A pretty werewolf lady opened the door as they approached and her gaze jumped
right to Jared, sweeping over him once before lowing her eyes. The immediate
submission once again confused Jensen, but the angry jealousy of her sweeping
look was more prominent. The urge to do something aggressive to her was
staggering and Jensen clung to Jared’s arm tightly, hating the twisting
emotions jumping all around inside him.
“It’s an honor to have you both in our home, please treat it like your own and
be assured if anything is needed we will see to it right away.” She spoke
formally, but there was an undercurrent to her tone and to the way she held
herself that had Jensen frowning at her, trying to place what it was.
“Thank you, for now all we want is a private room and time alone please,” Jared
used a kinder tone with her but even then that distance was still present.
Jensen supposed that werewolves of different packs wouldn’t be overly friendly,
but it didn’t suit Jared he felt. But then he didn’t really know him beyond a
few days. 
“Right this way,” the emotion in the tone was the same but clearer, Jensen
could hear a strain of fear, fear of Jared. The werewolf was nervous because
Jared was there. It was a strange revelation but still her presence was
upsetting Jensen, he felt something possessive turning in his gut and he didn’t
like how petty it made him feel.
 
“Fancy,” Jensen commented weakly when they were alone in the lavish room.
Breaking from Jared’s side he walked around the suite to try and calm himself
down. If Jared noticed it he didn’t comment and Jensen was glad for that.
“Probably their best guest room, there’s no scents so it's not someone’s
bedroom,” Jared replied, his shoulders relaxing and his tone dropping the
formality now. The tension he carried even when they were in the car with
driver that never said a word finally dissipated and Jensen peered at him
curiously. There were clearly various sides to Jared; a stoic man, a protective
guard, someone light-hearted and sweet, and then a dominating werewolf. Jensen
felt his face burn a little at that memory and the hunger in his body started
to heat up. The way Jared shifted across the room let Jensen know he could
sense it.
“How can a split second change be so obvious?” He asked as he settled onto the
bed and peered at the older werewolf, trying to ignore the fact he was only
wearing a few oversized tops and nothing under them.
“It’s all in the scent, as the change is happening the scent is changing to
match. The older you are the more attuned you get to it,” Jared explained and
Jensen nodded, biting his lip and watching the man drift closer to the bed, not
pushing the teenager but making a clear interest.
“So most werewolves sense of smell isn’t as epic?” The question made Jared
smile a little, pleased with the compliment Jensen figured.
“No, most werewolves have a good nose but don’t know how to use it properly.”
“They don’t shift either right?”
“It’s very rare, most have the senses but never change physically, some can on
a minor level but it’s far from common.”
Jensen thought back on his sister’s lecture about ancients and their rarity
before applying the idea of it to the other werewolves’ reactions to Jared.
“You’re like a legend to other werewolves aren’t you? That’s why they all
submit to you without question?”
“They can sense what I am, they know right away I’m…not the norm,” Jared’s tone
seemed less easy when he said it and Jensen guessed it had something to do with
the strain of fear in that female werewolf’s voice. “There was a time when I
had to be strong to survive and for some reason people focus on it, there’s a
lot of fear of me but then it’s justified sometimes.”
Jensen snorted.
“I’m not afraid of you, not even remotely.”
“But the night we met? You were terrified then,” Jared pointed out with a tiny
sad frown.
“Well yeah, I’d have been crazy not to be. You were this huge beast that took
out those other two like they were nothing. But then my brain decided crazy was
good, I should have been scared stiff but I ended curled up again you didn’t
I?”
Jared gave a little smile and Jensen counted it as a win.
“Werewolves are all about pack and stuff, so you have one somewhere?” Jensen
meant it to be idle talk to distract his nerves, but he immediately saw he’d
stepped somewhere painful for Jared by the look that crossed the older male’s
face.
“No. I don’t.” He replied with a clipped tone sitting on the bed as well but a
distance from Jensen. The cold edge to the words hurt Jensen far more than was
reasonable and the flood of anger that followed the sting made Jensen huff and
glare at the bedding.
“Why don’t you have a pack?” Jensen wished he could shut his mouth, make it
stop asking questioned he would never have normally.
Jared’s expression shut down again and he frowned at Jensen, looking for
something in the teenager’s face. Jensen just peered back, he figured he should
probably be looking down respectfully but less than an hour ago Jared had been
fucking him silly and the idea of the distant submission wasn’t appealing to
Jensen.
“I just don’t, I haven’t in a long time,” Jared finally replied, his shoulder
slumping as he deflated.
“There had to be a reason, a story to it,” Jensen shot back as he crawled
closer to the older wolf and settled beside him on the edge of the bed, their
arms touching. “I want you to tell me eventually, it’s something I wanna to
know. You know everything about me already and I know nothing about you,” he
explained quietly and Jared gave a weak nod after a moment.
“But for now you can explain what all this between us means, we had knotting
sex,” Jensen blushed and felt the warmth in his stomach pooling again. “I’ve
read that it’s binding and you tried to avoid it at first right, that’s what
you didn’t want to do with me?” The initial refusal lingered in his mind,
reminding Jensen that whatever was between them was something Jared hadn’t
wanted.
“It wasn’t a matter of wanting to do it or not, but morals. It was wrong of me
to bond us, you’re young and under the lull of heat, if you were among other
wolves they would have protected you, kept you somewhere safe and solitary
until your heat was passed. Mates aren’t supposed to be taken under the heat’s
influence.”
Jared looked at the floor as he explained and Jensen could see the clear guilt
about him.
“It’s like taking advantage of someone,” he finally surmised and Jensen
understood that right away, with how scatterbrained he had been and violate his
emotions where.     
“So if I refused…”
“It’s more complicated with me, you submitted to me out of fear.”
“I let you because you made me feel safe,” Jensen corrected immediately and
Jared blinked at that, not expecting it clearly. “That’s how I remember it at
least, If I didn’t want to I would have scratched your eyes out I think.”
Jared chuckled at that, smiling fondly then and Jensen was surprised how glad
he was to see it.
“You were something else, I expected a submissive under such a quiet
personality, but I’ll know better than to piss you off in the future.”
“We mated for life didn’t we?” Jensen asked point blank and the older werewolf
shrugged.
“You’re bloodline is really faint, if we can’t work this out I imagine we could
part ways and you’ll be able to move on.”
“What about you?”
“I’m old, being like that gives me more of an edge, I’d be fine,” Jared assured
him and Jensen frowned, immediately wanting to call bullshit. But his body felt
too warm again and Jared used it to his advantage, leaning down and curling an
arm around Jensen’s smaller frame. The contact was enough to push Jensen’s
interest in a conversation away.
“Do you need to shift again?” He just asked and Jared shook his head in
negative moving up on the bed and easily pulling Jensen with him, the casual
show of strength making Jensen’s insides squirm.
“I can knot you like this,” Jared replied and that was the end of their
talking.
 
The burn was far less urgent this time, but it was still there. Still coaxing
him and Jensen was relieved that there was nothing in him wanting to fight
Jared this time. The feral thinking in his mind slipped back into the forefront
though. Without anyone disturbing them, it stayed in control and managed to
even coax Jared’s wolf out a few times. With the heat leading the way Jensen
spent the next few days in a constant cycle of sex, sleeping and eating with an
occasional shower tossed in. The werewolves of the home never bothered them,
only dropping off food by the door. Jensen was glad they kept their distance
later when his mind was in a better state. He could look back on those days and
know right away he would have done something stupid or violent if Jared’s
attention was taken from him again. Which was silly in itself; Jensen barely
knew the older werewolf but then they were mates now. Maybe that was why Jensen
felt such a pull to him, why he knew he trusted Jared utterly in a way he could
so few people in his life.
Jensen knew in the back of his mind that his family was probably freaking out
because he had dropped off the face of the earth. Cooped up in a den of
werewolves without a word sent to them in explanation. But it never became an
issue for the feral part of him; all that mattered was sating the heat in him
and eating until his belly was ready to burst. Jared was all the family he
needed right then by the feral part of Jensen’s thinking. Anyone else was
second fiddle for the time being. His family would disown him anyway and while
it hurt the werewolf in him didn’t focus on it. Jensen would look back on it
later and long for the ability to accept hard inevitabilities with such a calm
ease.
Unfortunately a few days later when his heat began to abate, the thoughts of a
teenage boy started filtering in as the werewolf in him gave up control, cold
instinct giving way to emotional logic.
 
Jensen was nuzzled into Jared’s side, tucked in close while Jared dozed. It was
the third morning since they’d arrived and Jensen was sore and satisfied in a
way he had never known he could be. But today as he woke up he came around with
a clarity that had been absent the last few days. Jensen’s thoughts were no
longer filled with thoughts of mating and Jared, but terrified fears of his
family and all the repercussions waiting for him outside the room he was hiding
in.
His parents might disown him, it was hard to say for certain but Jensen knew
there was a damn good chance of it. He’d probably be able to speak with his
sister, maybe even a phone call here and there with his dad, but his mom would
treat him like he was dead; like how she treated Jamie.
Jensen wondered about his older brother and where he was now. He speculated if
he could be tracked down somehow and it seemed important now in the face of
losing his family.
Jensen wasn’t sure how mating went in terms of the law, but he figured since he
was of legal age his family couldn’t come between them on a legal level. Jensen
liked the older werewolf even if they’d only know one another for a matter of
days. There was a bone deep trust he had for Jared and it was both off-putting
and intimately comforting. Forever was a long time though and it was another
anxiety for him to worry over but Jensen knew he had to try. No matter what
Jared said before Jensen was certain it couldn’t be that easy to break a bond
of mates if death was the only known thing to sever it. Even if Jensen could
somehow walk away because of his weak linage there was no way Jared could do
the same. There was also the matter of Jared’s past, his lack of a pack and his
mystery debt with Jensen’s ancestors. After all of that there was the police
and media snooping around still.
Jensen pressed his face into Jared’s arm and tried not to let panic overtake
him. The bigger male turned and spooned Jensen close, reaching to rub his back
soothingly.
“It’s gonna be ok Jen, well figure it all out.”
“S’gonna suck,” Jensen replied with a broken voice, tears suddenly burning and
he refused to let them fall, cursing up a storm at his hormones and the whole
mess with the heat.
“Talk to me, distract me,” the teenager asked and Jared nodded against his
neck.
“What should I say?”
“I dunno, tell me something, a story.”
“A long time ago…in a far away galaxy,” Jensen choked a laugh and he felt Jared
grin bright and wide against his neck.
“Anyway, back in the days of ole a young werewolf from a big pack would usually
strike out on their own when new blood was needed,” Jared started and Jensen
picked at the sheet but listened, focused on the words to try and push the
frantic anxieties circling in his head away.
“New blood?”
“Populated areas were a lot more isolated back then, so after a few generations
most people in a small village or farming area would be related to one another.
So on order to prevent incest werewolves had to travel away to find their
mate.”
“Huh,” Jensen wondered how hard it would have been to leave, his thoughts
lingering on family.
“Anyway, they’d try and create their own pack or join a smaller one rather than
go back sometimes, werewolves are like common wolves in the idea that we try
and keep the numbers reasonable. Back then, it was rare to see a pack over
fifty strong. But anyway, I left my pack and traveled to find my own. I knew
right away I wanted to join rather than create a pack or go back home, I wasn’t
interested in leadership and my pack was overcrowded for me.”
Jensen blinked and tried to look back at Jared, realizing what story he was
telling. But the other wolf kept Jensen pinned to him as he spooned Jensen
close. Jared didn’t want to be watched so Jensen settled back down. Before his
heat it would have confused him but now Jensen understood perfectly that being
watched had an element of awareness, no matter who it was looking there was
still a deep seeded instinct that tensed up under scrutiny. So Jensen just
curled his hand around Jared’s own and listened.
“I found a small pack up near the mountains. It was a female werewolf with her
human mate and their five pups. It was a small pack looking for a new blood and
they tentatively accepted me.”
Jared trailed off and Jensen let him, trying not to push but waiting curiously.
“It was the norm to be unsure, to test a stranger until they proved good
enough. The alpha female pushed me the hardest. I was with them about two years
when a group of human hunters came after the pack and she took me with her to
fight them off. Her pups were too young and her mate wasn’t a fighter so it was
just us and my chance to prove myself.”
“Why would humans attack a pack?” Jensen couldn’t help but ask.
“Back then there didn’t need to be a reason, there were no universal rights, no
civil rights or constitution, no alliances at all beyond personal so everyone
fought one another freely. If a group of humans, werewolves, vampires or
whatever decided they didn’t like the look of you and wanted to butcher you,
they could.”
Jensen didn’t comment but felt something cold run through him. He’d read about
such times, but he’d never understand them. Not like someone who lived them,
not like Jared.
“They never did give a reason for hunting us but we succeeded in fighting them
off and she accepted me, pleased that I was willing to protect her family and
didn’t run when things looked bad. We made the binding, a blood ritual that
promised me a place in the pack and when her kids were old enough they could be
potential mates for me… I don’t remember their names, I don’t remember any of
them anymore…” Jared trailed off with a heavy tone of despondency and Jensen
pushed back against him silently, squeezing Jared’s hand and after a moment
feeling him squeeze back.
“After such a long time you start to forget things like that… I remember my
mother’s scent, but I don’t recall what she looked like very clearly.”
Jensen glanced up at him and saw the older male was looking off, eyes unfocused
and Jensen twisted in his hold so he could wrap his arms around Jared’s middle.
“M’sorry,”
“It’s not your fault,” Jared replied automatically but his hands moved along
Jensen’s back soothingly, taking comfort from him.
“Doesn’t have to be my fault for me to feel bad for you, I can be sorry it
happened to you,” Jensen shot back and Jared tipped his head and blinked down
at Jensen before smiling a touch. “I suppose.”
“So what’s a binding? I think I read about them before, there outdated now
right?”
“A blood binding is strong and unbreakable, it’s old and not done today but
back then it was common, it ensured there would be no treachery.”
“How?”
“I bound my life into her bloodline, my mate could only come from her children,
it was an incentive for me to never turn on them or risk being solitary for
life. A werewolf with a broken blood binding was always shunned as a traitor
and deemed untrustworthy.”
“Oh…oh.” Jensen breathed as it dawned on him what that meant. The story adding
up suddenly as he put the pieces together, why Jared was so keen on Jensen’s
family and why he didn’t have a pack of his own.  
“Yeah. When we headed back to her family, another round of hunters attacked,
she didn’t make it out and her human mate blamed me for it. I tried to help
her, I did, but she was hurt too bad and I could see that.” Jared said with a
rushed tone, moving over the words quickly while Jensen tried to keep up. “I
was hurt enough from the fighting that I couldn’t follow when he took his kids
and ran away from me, he didn’t understand that I’d bonded with his mate, that
I was tied to the bloodline now. I chased after him but it was years before I
found him and by then he’d taught his kids to hate me.”
“Jesus,”
“I didn’t have a choice, I wasn’t going to force anyone so I backed off, none
of them would listen to me so I left them alone, hoped the generations after
would hear me out. I was a lone wolf then so I took to the woods, kept in the
forests to help time pass by; it was easier to be solitary out there then among
people. Magic can be sensed by the supernatural and packs could tell I had a
bond but without a pack so they assumed I was a traitor of some sort. After
awhile it just made sense to stay on my own but from time to time I’d go
looking for them, there’s a legend about it.”
Jensen knew it right away, it was as popular as little red riding hood, the
story of the lone werewolf hunting its mate, it was a dark story with the
werewolf being an obsessive monster.
“No wonder no one trusted you,” Jensen whispered, thinking of the cold-blooded
beast those stories painted.
“Pretty much. None of the packs wanted me and the story was passed down your
family line, they all expected me and they all feared me, more than a few tried
to kill me.”
Jensen didn’t know what to say so he just hugged Jared tight.
“After a particularly bad meeting I took off to the woods for a long while, at
the time I was angsting pretty hard but I actually saved myself, the genocide
war started shortly after I took to solitary life again.”
“Where were you during the genocide?” Jensen couldn’t help but ask, not many
lone werewolves survived, they were targeted as easy prey.
“In the woods, way up in the mountains where there were no people. I never knew
about it actually until long after it happened, I stayed in the mountains for
decades.”
“What was it like? After the genocide?”
“Terrifying, our numbers were always strong and then suddenly we were a
minority and there were so many wolves scarred by it, they wanted revenge for
it. They attacked the church and the church attacked back and forth for a long
time after that.”
“I never understood why it happened in the first place,” Jensen mused, resting
on his back to stare up at the ceiling with Jared. “Why did they attack the
werewolves and why only them?”
“Fear. Werewolves don’t need to harm people; we’ve never seen them on a
predatory level. Most other supernatural creatures hunt humans as a food
source, but werewolves never did. So we grew close, werewolves became common
among people, packs started protecting the villages, making sure nobody starved
and we’re pretty decent laborers, we started mating with humans and started
seeing them as pack.”
“So?”
“The church kept its power through necessity, it was them who provided the
mercy to get struggling villages through hard times but people were starting to
look for packs, if a pack moved into a human settlement it meant the people
were better off and thus the church wasn’t needed.”
“They tried to wipe out an entire race over power?”
“A lot worse has been done for power, the wars over land were brutal back then
and the church has done much worse, the attempt at genocide is just one of the
more well known.”
“You’re lucky to have survived, most lone wolves didn’t,” Jensen pointed out,
remembering his history lessons and noting now they were biased against the
werewolves. In the class, it sounded like the werewolves had been the ones to
start it, to rebel up until they needed to be put down. But then Jensen had
always gone to schools that shunned the supernatural.
“I was far from any civilization, I hadn’t seen anyone in years, most of the
old werewolves got that way because they lived sedentary in those years, we
weren’t even aware there was a war raging.”
“That would be weird, to go off on your own and come back and see the world has
changed,” Jensen mused quietly and Jared nodded. “It was.”
Jensen wanted to ask about what happened to his ancestors, but a knock cut him
off, his body going tense before Jared’s loose hold on him tightened. The
teenager couldn’t deny it made him feel safe, he barely knew Jared but he
believed utterly that he would protect Jensen.
Jared got up and pulled on his sweats, padding over to the door and opening it
a tiny crack, keeping Jensen hidden from view.
“Our alpha arranged to have these cleaned for you, there’s breakfast if you
like and your guest arrived,” Jensen heard a quiet voice speak and Jared just
gave a nod and accepted a bundle. It was folded clothing, with Jensen’s wallet
and cell phone on top.
“How did these get here?” He asked as he set up and accepted the pile.
“I asked them to get them,” Jared replied, taking his own wallet, phone, and
keys from the pile. The clothing was mixed up and Jensen watched Jared sort a
clean set of his own from Jensen’s. When Jared dropped his sweats and moved to
get dressed Jensen started to follow but the older man paused, glancing at the
adjacent bathroom with speculation.
“Do you wanna shower together?” He asked Jensen and the teenager’s brows shot
up.
“We both won’t fit in there,” Jensen exclaimed, trying not to blush at the idea
alone and Jared grinned at him wolfishly, reminding Jensen of all the sex they
had already had. Previously it hadn’t bothered Jensen in the least but as his
humanity filtered back in Jensen felt his face burn hot.
“It’s a big shower,” Jared assured and Jensen scoffed but felt the desire in
him start to pool at the idea, his heat was still lingering he told himself.
His phone had over a hundred new messages and Jensen knew a million things were
waiting for him. He knew that they would be hard and hurt, that they would
forever change his life beyond Jared’s arrival.
“Alright, lets shower then,” the teenager decided as he dropped his phone to
the bed, suddenly wanting to put it off for a little bit longer.
 
 
“Who’s your guest?” Jensen asked afterward, toweling his hair dry while Jared
dressed.
“…Someone I wanted you to meet,” Jared replied after a beat and Jensen eyed him
in the mirror, catching hints of uncertainty.
“Who?”
“…It’s Jamie,” Jared finally admitted, looking at Jensen and gauging his
reaction.
“Jamie as in my Jamie, my brother Jamie?” Jensen asked dumbly and watched as
Jared nodded and padded over to him, resting his hands on Jensen’s shoulders.
“You know my brother?”
“For almost two years.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me this before?” Jensen hissed, anger and
apprehension mounting at the idea of his brother waiting somewhere in this
house.
“When? During the coffee or during sex?”
“I don’t know,” he growled, but his shoulders slumped because Jared did have a
point, still his mind whirled wildly unable to decide how he felt about this.
“Jamie isn’t a beta and his heritage was less obvious, he didn’t find out as
early as you did,” Jared explained carefully and it was like a splash of cold
water to his face as it sank into Jensen. Jamie had run off when he found he
was a werewolf. That was why he left them.
“Oh God,” Jensen whispered, feeling weak as Jared pressed in closer.
“You said that you’re afraid of you parent’s reaction to what you are, your
brother was the same, too scared to face them. He chose to leave before they
could throw him out.”
“You think they’ll throw me out?” Jensen questioned, meeting Jared’s gaze in
the mirror, the man’s face pulled in sympathy and he wrapped an arm around
Jensen’s shoulders.
“I don’t know. I’ve watched over them for years, but even I can’t guess their
reaction to this.”
“…Which line did you follow? My mom or my dad?”
Jared went stiff and Jensen pulled away, leaving the bathroom as his hands
shook and his emotions twisted around.
Had his mother been right to fear? Had Jared always been a step behind, on
their heels and tormenting her? Jared had admitted before that he’s checked up
on them from time to time but never how often that really was. Had Jensen tied
himself to her worst nightmare? His stomach dropped out and for the first time
it occurred to Jensen that he had no real clue who Jared was. Even still
though, there was that quiet certainly nestled in his chest. No matter what
Jared revealed himself to be he was first and foremost Jensen’s.
“Have you followed her for long?” He asked again, standing in the bedroom
they’d spent the weekend having sex in and trying to keep any accusation out of
his tone. If not for his heat he’d have realized and cared about this far more
when they first met.
“No.” Jared looked hurt by the question and Jensen felt bad immediately for his
thoughts.
“Jensen… your mother isn’t well. I’d never do that to her, she’s been unstable
since she was a child and I’d never…I wouldn’t do that to her.”
“Since she was a child?”
“…I met her once, when she was eight and her brother sixteen. Shortly after
their parents had died.”
Jensen sat on the edge of the bed, pulling at the sleeve of his shirt and
trying to sort everything in his mind. Jamie was downstairs, Jared had met his
mother when she was a kid. It made sense, the story of his searching for a mate
down the family line but actually picturing it was something else. Trying to
wrap his head around Jared’s age was staggering.
“W-Why?”
“I wanted to help them. I kept tabs on all the family but when they were left
without a guardian I tried to step in and help. They seemed fine with the idea,
agreed freely… but the second I was gone they ran. I didn’t try and chase them,
I just contacted social services and they went into a home.”
“They agreed?” Jensen couldn’t picture his racist uncle agreeing at all.
“Yeah, they seemed open to the idea, that they’d stay together and I’d provide
for them. I guess it was a lie, they faked it? I don’t understand it. Why they
would instead of just saying no but…I wasn’t going to push them into something
they didn’t want.”
“Maybe if you had it would have helped them. You would have gotten my mom the
help she needed before it became what it is now. None of her foster parents
ever seemed to notice it and my uncle never cared enough.”
“…Maybe,” Jared agreed quietly looking guilty as hell and Jensen realized what
he was saying.
“I’m sorry…it’s not your fault. Maybe it would have made everything worse, who
knows,” Jensen backtracked and looked down at his feet. He felt too young for
all of this, too immature to have so much dropped on his lap. Even still he
wanted to give Jared the benefit of the doubt, he trusted him. Probably more
than he would trust his mother with her instability.
“I’m sorry this all unraveled at once like this,” Jared offered with an almost
forlorn note in his voice. Jensen gave a self-conscious shrug in reply.
“That’s what happens when you’re raised by my parents. But when did you start
following us? Her?”
“After Jamie was born. When the medical record and birth certificate came up I
sought her out. I knew right away her mental health was bad, but her mate -
your dad - he seemed determined to help her so I didn’t push. I kept my
distance,” Jared explained, carefully slinking closer to Jensen and the
teenager let him, moving over a touch so Jared knew he was welcomed to sit
beside him.
“But you stayed close?”
“I met Jamie in the hospital nursery when your parents weren’t around. I knew
immediately that he was more a werewolf then your mother. I checked into your
dad’s lines and eventually found the bloodline. I knew all their kids would be
werewolves on some level.”
“So why follow us?”
“You have to understand Jensen, this wasn’t something I did to hurt your mom.
Werewolves are territorial, every time you moved you were intruders entering a
pack’s territory, even as kids. I tried not to bother you, but I had to meet
each pack every time you moved. It was important that they understood I
wouldn’t tolerate anything happening to you.”
“…We never got any trouble, I don’t recall werewolves every taking an interest
in us.”
“I made sure of that, I spoke to them each time, made arrangements so that you
were left alone. It took me years, not until you were ten before I ever
realized I was doing more harm than good. Because they stayed away, your family
never realized what they were, that you kids…”
“Were werewolves,” Jensen finished, understanding as Jared nodded, face twisted
shamefully.
“I only wanted to protect you. All of you. But it felt like a mistake then like
I’d just messed it up even worse.”
“I…don’t know what to think…I’m still…I don’t know,” Jensen muttered weakly,
trying to pick an emotion and go with it as he looked back on his life and
imagined what it would have been like if he had known as a child, if his
parent’s had known.
“All those times we moved, God you must have met every pack in the country the
way my family jumped around,” Jensen realized and Jared gave a little shrug.
“I’ve always had a reputation for aimless wandering and after awhile the packs
stopped getting so edgy with me around, they knew I’d move on eventually. A few
made the connection to your family, but they always swore silence.”
“…huh,” Jensen wasn’t sure what to say to that so they sat there for a moment,
both silently watching one another. “I had been wondering why no one had
noticed before,” he offered with a weak smile and Jared returned it with
something more sincere.
“I imagine I’ve made myself into a stalker of sorts but I just wanted you to be
safe, with how your mom was I never imagined I’d ever get to know any of you.
Each generation still turns me away and I respect that choice.”
“Even after all this time?”
“Even still, your family turned a fear of werewolves in a discrimination and
carried it for a very long time. Regardless of myself, I’m glad to see that
hatred die out, you and your siblings are good kids.”
“So there were no secret mate game plans with me?”
“God no, Jensen. I always knew there was a chance but I never thought anything
would come of it. If you’d known about your bloodlines it would have never
happened, you’d have found a proper mate.”
Jensen thought of his brother downstairs and of his family somewhere in the
city, of how everyone was going to react. He thought of how his parents would
have if they’d known their kids where werewolves from the start and he couldn’t
see them helping him find a mate of all things.
“They’d probably have made us get the surgery, the cleansing one,” he said
faintly and Jared shook his head, a dark look crossing his features.
“I’d have never allowed that. Even as your parents they’d have no right to do
something like that.”
“They might ask me still, I don’t know how I’d answer…I don’t think I want it,”
he added reassuringly at Jared’s worried look. “But I don’t know if I’d be able
to say no, to lose them because I said no.”
“…Whatever happens I’ll be there with you, Jamie will too I imagine.” Jensen
could see Jared visibly refraining from commenting more on the cleansing
surgery and was thankful for it. Jensen knew at the base it was a terrible
solution and altering his body is such a major way was bound to be dangerous.
Still he was glad that Jared was lecturing him on it right then.
“He’s asked about you and your sister often, every time I made contact with
him.”
“Oh? What does he do now?” Jensen asked, feeling slightly better that Jamie had
cared even if he was too chicken-shit to call them or anything.
“He’s a student still, at the University of Chicago. He’s entering law.”
“A lawyer huh?”
“Yeah, he seems happy with it. He sees a psychologist regularly and he’s been
adopted by the pack there. They take care of him in my stead. He’s doing well I
think.”
“Not well enough to call,” Jensen grumbled and Jared slid an arm around him
carefully, leaning into Jensen comfortingly.
“…No. He never liked the idea of that, but he’s always been certain your
parents would disown him immediately, he feared how it would affect you and
your sister if your parents had you tested and found out about your heritage,”
Jared explained carefully and Jensen watched him, reading the way Jared was
trying to sooth Jensen over without just placating him. He couldn’t really hate
Jamie for his fears either, Jensen himself was terrified of his parents finding
out and even now he refused to check his phone, to see and hear their messages.
“What he did I’d never approved of but I don’t want to make anyone do anything.
I let him chose and supported him the best I could. The same as I will with you
and your sister if need be. But Jensen, your brother has missed you. He’s never
been proud to have run.”
“…And now he wants to see me again.”
“If you want me to send him away I will, you don’t need to rush this meeting
and it won’t hurt Jamie to wait, he must have an idea of how overwhelmed you
are.”
“No,” Jensen replied almost immediately. Whether or not he liked it he had to
start facing all of this, the world, the media, his family, his brother. It all
had to come crashing down and Jensen knew he couldn’t hide from that anymore.
“I want to see him.”
He’d intended to be angry, cold and stiff with the brother who’d abandoned him,
but the second Jensen saw him all the bitterness in him faded. Jamie had been a
good brother, they’d shared a close relationship and the look on his brother’s
face, the relief, and unabashed happiness to see him pushed Jensen’s resentment
down. When Jamie reached for him Jensen went and wrapped himself in his
brother’s tight hug. Jamie hung on as if he didn’t want to let go at all. When
he did pull back he smiled at Jensen and then hugged him all over again.
Jensen couldn’t help but feel an answering emotion, Jamie was like him and he
knew it, knew they were werewolves. Jamie dropped his arms from Jensen and
looked over to Jared, not meeting his gaze as he nodded. It was the same formal
way the other werewolves had been around Jared and Jensen didn’t know what to
think about it. He’d expected Jamie to be more comfortable with him.
When his older brother stepped back though Sophia appeared and threw herself at
Jensen and the formality was forgotten. Seeing his sister made his eyes burn
and Jensen grab back at her, clinging tightly to her.
“You had me worried sick,” she hissed into his shoulder and Jensen gave her
another squeeze.
“I’m sorry Soph. I’ve been really out of it these last few days.”
“In heat,” his sister corrected and Jensen felt an engulfing wave of
embarrassment wash over him. His face burned red and he stepped back, noticing
Sophia was blushing and that Jamie was look over to the side with red ears.
“God.”
“In heat with him,” Sophia added and gave Jared a dirty look. His little sister
was a slip of a girl but facing off against Jared made her that much smaller.
He looked like a mountain beside her and she stood there glaring suspiciously
at him.
“You’re the one who follows us,” she stated and Jared gave a nod, seemed amused
with her more than anything. Jensen noticed though that Jamie looked mortified
by their sister’s behavior.
“You kidnaped my brother, both of them even.”
“Sophia! You know that’s not true, I explained this to you, Jared helped me out
after I decided to run off like an idiot. Don’t blame him,” Jamie rushed to
defend and Jensen watched them both for a moment as the obvious occurred.
“Why are you here?” He questioned his sister. “Not that I’m not happy to see
you but why are you here and where are mom and dad?”
His sibling lost her tough face as her chin trembled and her eyes threatened to
overspill.
“It’s all a huge mess.”
 
Jensen’s parents were in a psychiatric hospital.
While Jensen spent the weekend having sex, his sister had been calling and
messaging him desperately as his mother broke down with the world watching her
and then his father too. By the end of the weekend, Sophia was in some foster
place watching everything on the news. Jamie had arrived just last night to
pick her up.
“I’ve been granted temporary custody of Sophia,” Jamie explained as they all
settled in a living room off to the side. Once again, Jensen was struck with
the knowledge that he was in someone’s home, imposing on them. But at least he
had his siblings, both of them at his side for the first time in years.
“…mom and dad,” Jensen whispered, feeling a tear track down his face and a
hollow thing in his chest. Jamie looked just as wrecked but more accepting of
it. Sophia looked surprisingly calm about it. Jared just loomed with a worried
look, watching the three sibling piled together on a couch.
“They have to be stable enough to get out if they can’t prove they can function
the hospital won’t release either of them,” Jamie muttered and Jensen felt his
tears come more freely. His father might be able to, but he didn’t doubt for a
second that his mother would probably never be released. The media around the
kidnapping had turned right onto them and the hospital they were at was
surrounded by people looking for the latest update on them. Someone within the
hospital had sold his mother’s private records to the media, the entire this
was just a mess that was under a spotlight.
“I’ll make sure that they’re going be moved, taken somewhere more private with
better care, I’ll make arrangements right away,” Jared added quietly and Jensen
blinked up at him, trying to convey gratitude in a tearful look.
“It's been coming for mom, but I’ve never really want it to,” Jensen muttered
and Sophia made a low agreeing noise.
“But it’s for the best in the end,” she added and Jensen blinked at her. “Mom’s
needed help for years and we’ve all looked the other way. At least now she’s
getting what she needs. Dad will be fine, but it’ll be good for him too.”
It sounded logical and thought out and Jensen just nodded, letting his sister
take her comfort in the idea of their parents healing.
“What happens next?” Jensen questioned, looking up at Jared.
“I’ll make the application for Sophia to come under my name. You’ll be added
without application given…” Jared trailed off, but Jensen understood right
away. Given that they were mates now.
“Where will we stay?” Sophia worried, but Jensen noticed that Jamie was caught
on Jared’s words, a slight frown touching his features.
“I’ll find out the best place for your mom and dad to go and find somewhere
nearby, rent a house for us all. A room for when you can visit?” Jared asked
looking at Jamie.
“Where are you going?” Sophia demanded her voice going husky with tears
immediately.
“Nowhere, I’ll withdraw for the semester and figure something out later,” Jamie
reassured and Jared gave a nod.
“I’m going to look into what’s going on and how to have your parents moved
somewhere,” Jared explained and Jensen watched him step out into the hall, the
door closing on his way out.
“I wish I’d have the guts to tell mom and dad, I could have saved you from this
mess,” Jamie said quietly to break the silence.
“Or made it so much worse,” Sophia shot back, dropping her head to rest on
Jamie’s shoulder to take the sting from her words. “It’s done now though so
let's not worry. We have enough now as it is.”
“True. Mom and dad need our attention,” Jensen offered but Jamie gave him
another strange look.
“What did Jared mean when he was talking earlier. About not needing to apply
for guardianship of you?” His brother asked and Sophia blinked, turning her
gaze to Jensen as well.
“After what we did…” Did they honestly want to talk about this? Now?
“Sharing a heat doesn’t make you mates,” Sophia cut in. “Only mates would have
automatic status and you didn’t mate bond.”
“We did,” Jensen admitted with a shrug and both his siblings stared.
“Jensen, he can’t do that. It’s illegal” Sophia’s voice was growing strained
and the anxiety around her was rising up again. “It’s the same as raping
someone!”
“Sophia!” Jensen snapped, glaring at his sister for even suggesting such a
thing.
“But she has a point,” Jamie added with a softer tone, making Jensen turn his
stare on him. “You weren’t in your right mind and taking a mate under the
influence of heat is considered a horrible thing to do.”
“He tried not to, he tried to refuse me but I made him give in,” Jensen shot
back, feeling like he was the one being attacked.
“They won’t let it stand, half the world is watching. He can’t just take Jensen
like that can he?” Sophia looked at their older brother and Jamie shifted
uncomfortably.
“Normally I’d say never but this is different. Jared is very old.”
“So!”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s not your concern,” Jensen interjected with a dirty
look for them both.
“It does so, being an ancient shouldn’t change that Jared forced himself on
Jensen,” his sister snapped and Jensen shot up of the couch, pacing away from
his siblings.
“Jared didn’t force anything on me! It was consensual. I don’t care about heat
or whatever else, we mated and I’m perfectly happy staying that way!”
“Jesus, I knew he took care of you during your heat but I didn’t know he took
care of you,” Jamie muttered, looking a little shell-shocked.
“Moving past that, let's focus more on this not looking him in the eye or
seeing him as a person thing,” Jensen snapped, glaring at his brother. “Why
does everyone treat him like that?”
“Jensen,” Jamie paused, trying to find the words it seemed. “He’s Jared. The
Jared. As in the alpha Jared, the ancient alpha.”
“Yeah, he’s old. I got that part. He’s just a werewolf in the end though.”
“...But he’s not,” Jamie replied after a breath and Jensen stared at him.
Sophia sat on the couch with Jamie still watching the two go back and forth.
“…Not a person? As in you’re being racist to werewolves even though you are
one?” Jensen shot back incredulously.
“Jensen, Jared is known all over the world, he’s like a face of all werewolves,
there are only like eight ancient werewolves and among them Jared the third or
fourth eldest. He’s almost the oldest living werewolf.”
“…Huh.” Jensen suddenly felt so far out of his depth.
“Yeah, not to mention that being that old makes him powerful. It’s almost
impossible to kill him, even a silver bullet wouldn’t put him down. He’s also
known for being involved with a lot of the civil wars and all sorts of
werewolf/human fighting. He’s known for… he had a lot of blood on his hands.”
Jamie trailed off awkwardly and Sophia looked terrified all over again.
Jensen swallowed and didn’t know how to take that. He remembered the
viciousness he’d felt when they had been interrupted, the acceptance that if
need be he’d turn to violence. He wondered if it was the same feeling for
Jared.
“His age makes him strong, a lot stronger than pretty much anyone” Sophia
surmised.   
“But that night, when he showed me my necklace was the reason I felt weak he
didn’t touch it, like it would hurt him,” Jensen struggled to find a flaw in
the idea but Jamie just gave him a shrug.
“He was probably trying to show you, explain without words or something because
no way it was going to hurt him,” he offered.
“In the end you have to understand who he is Jensen, it’s the reason why the
world is so focused in on us right now. It’s not our family but that fact that
it’s Jared. The media is going crazy with it. They're saying he’s the wolf from
the Lone Werewolf legend.”
Sophia looked horrified and Jensen just stared at his brother.
“But you know him.”
“I don’t. Not really. Jared came to me when things were tough and he put me in
contact with others. The pack in Chicago are the ones who’s helped me mostly.
Jared has helped too, but mostly with money. He paid for my schooling and
living and stuff. But I’ve only met him a handful of times. The thing of it is,
Jared had a right to our family. The old oaths are still honored when they're
found and Jared had on of the most famous. Half the world is calling him a
monster and the other half is saying it was his right.”
“…I need to go. I need to walk for a bit,” Jensen finally said, running a hand
through his hair and feeling like there was a physical weight on his shoulders.
“It would be better to stay put,” Jamie frowned and Sophia nodded. “Come just
sit with us for a bit,” she offered but Jensen shook his head.
He loved his sibling but they weren’t what he wanted. He wanted Jared.
Leaving them behind Jensen walked down a quiet hall, looking around for a way
outside or Jared, whichever came first.
The idea of Jared being some sort of a legendary creature was weird for Jensen.
All he could think of was the awkward man who had sat in the coffee shop with
him and then the man who’d tried to do right by Jensen and not have sex with
him during his heat. Even the huge monstrous werewolf had snuggled him during
sex, wagged his tail like a happy pup. The only real idea Jensen could pull up
was when they first met, the way he had felt when he had seen that huge beast
between him and his would-be attackers. He had been terrified and in awe then
and he supposed other people only saw Jared as that. There was certainly a note
of caution in everyone’s step around Jared like he was going to lash out.
Jensen knew he wasn’t in a position to know for certain that Jared wouldn’t but
at the same time there was nothing to suggest that Jared would.
Jensen walked down another hall and turned to find yet another long hall, this
time though there was some in it.
It was the werewolf from the night that the police busted into Jared’s house.
“Jeff right?” He guessed and the older wolf gave an easy smile and nod. He
seemed at ease in his home but there was a note of tension there and Jensen
wondered if that was because of Jared’s presence.
“We didn’t get a formal introduction before,” the werewolf teased lightly and
offered a hand out for Jensen to shake. “I’m Jeff Morgan, the alpha of the pack
in these territories.”
Jensen reached out and accepted the handshake. This werewolf had helped them
when things could have gone far worse and Jensen was grateful for it.
“Jensen Ackles, the confused teenager who only recently found out he’s a
werewolf,” Jensen shot back.
“Really?” The older man asked with a raised brow and Jensen felt a sudden jolt
of embarrassment.
“Yeah. It’s a long messed up story. Have you seen Jared by chance?”
“He’s out back. After seeing the mess all of this has created he went for a
stroll to calm down I think. We’ve got a few acres of land back behind the
house.”
“Acres in a city?” Jensen asked distractedly his mind split between the mess
that had been apparently created and worry about Jared.
“Most packs do, a park or sanctuary closed off for wolves alone,” Jeff
explained easily, not the slightest judgment in his tone at Jensen’s lack of
knowledge. “Come on, I’ll show you the best place to start looking.”
As they walked down the hall Jensen noticed a people hurrying to duck away, out
of sight.
“Is there a reason why no one wants to be seen?” He finally asked with
uncertainty, the last thing Jensen wanted to do was offend but it was really
starting to freak him out. 
“They’re just unsure really. It’s a pretty momentous thing you know, Jared
looking after you during your heat. His story is legendary.”
“The whole seeking his mate thing right?” Jensen doubted Jared would be viewed
as the stalking monster on the werewolf side of the story.
“Yeah.”
“Mate found,” Jensen said with a shrug and wishing the other werewolf wouldn’t
look at him so intensely for it.
“…I suppose so, I had been wondering if that was the case,” he agreed after a
pause and stopped as they left the house and came onto a wide wrap around
porch. Looking down the length Jensen realized how huge the house was, it
looked more like a small apartment complex than a single house.
The backyard did indeed transform into a spacious forest that looked acres big.
There was huge solid-looking walls in the distance, encircling the entire place
it seemed. Jensen looked out into the trees but didn’t notice anyone wondering
about.
“Are…I mean, it anyone else out there, there must be right?” With such a huge
chunk of land, there had to be.
“My pack’s inside right now, everyone hightailed it into the house when Jared
came outside.”
“…You do know he’s not a monster right?” Jensen asked, unable to hide a bitter
tone.
“Of course we do,” Jeff replied his voice even but a hint of reprimand that
immediately reminded Jensen he was the ignorant one. “But you have to
understand, there are eight ancients in the world currently. Out of millions,
there are eight single people who are as old and strong as Jared. We’ve grown
up on legends about Jared and we’ve been taught that he’s so much more than any
of us, an alpha among alphas. Jared’s not like the other ancient’s either…”
“What do you mean?” Jensen pressed when the man stopped. Jeff seemed torn for a
moment before he gave a huff and replied.
“You’re going to find out eventually so best you hear it without the nasty
side. The other ancients all have packs, they’re all established in set spots
and have been for a long time. Jared’s always traveled around and when he was
older and stronger he started helping with fighting, wars and battles that
involved werewolves mainly. Jared’s not one for civil talking and making peace
so he only came when that option was gone. He only came when it was time to
fight and because of that he had a reputation for being bloodthirsty.”
“He’s not, nothing I’ve seen of Jared is so brutal,” Jensen jumped in defense
even though it was only partially true and Jeff gave another huff, rubbing the
back of his neck and looking out over the woods like Jared might appear.
“I know that a lot of it is misconceptions and fear based nonsense but there is
a lot of truth to it. Jared helped turn the second civil war in our favor, he
saved a lot of lives in those times…” Jeff hesitated once more, shifting before
looking at Jensen.
“But it was done by taking lives. Jared cleared battlefields and a lot of
people died by him. That’s just a fact.”
“So he helped and in return he was shunned for it even more,” Jensen shot back,
feeling angry on Jared’s behalf. Jensen knew he was supposed to be afraid now,
but he didn’t care. Jared deserved better than being branded a monster by his
own kind. More so if the blood he spilled was in order to protect them.
“Ancients are greatly respected but also feared. That’s just the way it is,”
Jeff finally replied with a helpless shrug.
Jensen was half tempted to storm off, but he reined his indignation in.
“Well I just see Jared as Jared, not some monstrous ancient baby-eating
beast.” 
“I see that. Maybe that’s a good thing too, it could have been part of the
reason he chose to stay with you during your heat and create the bond. You
don’t know our stories and you don’t know to see Jared as something out of
legends,” the older werewolf remarked.
He looked too perceptive again and it bothered Jensen to be under such a look.
He gave the werewolf a quick thank you and started off, walking around the worn
paths of the woods and looking for the gray-brown color he could recall of
Jared’s fur.
Jensen considered calling for him, but the idea seemed a lot like calling for a
dog and he wasn’t entirely sure it wouldn’t be seen as some sort of insult.
Walking along the trails Jensen couldn’t help but think of his siblings and
Jeff’s comments.
Had Jared picked Jensen? Had this been intentional in some way? And what if
Jared really was the monster he was made out to be. Someone who killed so
easily.
But Jensen knew the answer to that already.
Jared had killed the two who had tried to rape him.
When Jensen asked him about it he hadn’t shied away from that either. He’d told
Jensen the truth and afterwards Jensen had spared it a thought. To be honest he
hadn’t really cared that they were dead. If anything he thought he might agree
with Jared. They had wanted to rape Jensen and if not him then someone else.
Kicking a stone down the worn path he was walking Jensen wondered if it made
him a monster as well. That he didn’t put their lives on some high pedestal.
Lives came and went, animals were slaughtered and people in third world
countries starved to death every day. When Jensen thought about it there were
people dying all around so what made them special? Years of the sanctity of
human life teaches echoes in his skull and Jensen gave a long sigh. Today was
not the day for him to decide on these things he thought.
He had enough already and Jensen thought back on how Jamie had been surprised
to learn Jared had bond them as mates but not that he ‘helped’ Jensen through
his heat.” Eyes narrowing Jensen stopped mid-step as it occurred to him that
maybe Jared was known for shacking up with werewolves all the time.
That thought got a reaction, a knee-jerking jealous and possessive feeling.
Jared was his. Mates, Jensen reminded himself as he slowly started walking
again, they were mates and that was permanent.
Everyone around him seemed to be worried about the idea, but Jensen found it
soothing. He would be far more upset if Jared hadn’t tied them he thought.
And didn’t that make him the messed up one? Happy to be tied to someone he’d
known for a few days. Jensen had thought maybe the choice had been out of
either of their hands but now he wondered. The heat thing had made him unable
to control himself but at no point did it make Jensen feel like he was
influenced in a way he would have been outside of the heat. He’d found Jared
attractive from the beginning, Jensen knew what sort of type he liked and Jared
fit the bill.
There was no doubt Jared was an attractive man, that had been obvious from the
second he had seen him. But still Jensen had jumped back and forth between
welcoming and rejecting Jared once the heat had made him crazy. In some way he
had almost thought he was testing him, he could remember wanting to know if
Jared was strong enough, if he was going to turn to violence right away or try
and talk. Even though he had barely had any forethought Jensen was certain the
more that he thought about it that he’d in some way picked Jared rather than
Jared taking advantage of him.
When Jared shifted, when that huge powerful beast had come out Jensen had felt
stupidly turned on by it. There had been some touched of fear, but they had
melted away all too quickly and in the end Jensen had felt safe and certain
with Jared rather than afraid of him. Even now, the thought of the werewolf
made him flush with arousal. Blood smeared past or not. He had told Jared he’d
accepted him because he made Jensen feel safe. That was the truth at the core
Jensen supposed.
Regardless if it was some weird scent thing where he had always caught a hint
of Jared because he kept close to them growing up or if it was because he’d
saved Jensen from being raped, Jensen had given him his trust. If he’d known
all the horror stories Jeff had mentioned or known Jared was someone important
Jensen liked to think he wouldn’t have treated Jared differently. He already
was something special and amazing to him when they met, an actual werewolf in a
life where such supernatural creatures were forbidden to Jensen. He’d grown up
kept away from them, cooped up and always looking but never interacting until
Jared. That alone was amazing to him and all the other stuff just seemed too
far off for Jensen to really grasp.  
“Even if I knew who you were when we met, I think I’d still treat you like I
do,” Jensen announced when he found Jared.
The man was gone and in his place was the huge werewolf. Jared was laid out
along the trees of a small opening. His ears perked and he lifted his head to
peer at Jensen has he walked over. He looked almost like a normal wolf in a
national geographic photo at a glance. But once he looked closer it was obvious
he wasn’t by the joints of his arms and legs, the broad human width to his
shoulders. Still his head and features were mostly a wolf, the length of a
snout and perked ears on his head. But then the sheer size of him was another
aspect that pointed to supernatural.
“Seriously, even if I don’t know all the war stories or whatever, this should
be scary right? I saw you that night, you killed two people,” Jensen emphasized
but still reached out, his fingers running through the thick fur coat along
Jared’s broach shoulder. It was a little stiffer than he expected but still
soft and Jensen wanted to call it fluffy even.
“I think there might be something wrong with my brain, not to fear you, but I
honestly don’t. I just don’t see you as something dangerous to me,” he
muttered, leaning up against Jared as the werewolf lifted his head and nuzzled
Jensen’s face lightly.
The heat of his breath rolled along Jensen’s neck and it wasn’t his fault, it
really wasn’t because they had just spent the last few days having sex and the
last time he had seen Jared’s wolf they had been having sex. So the spark of
lust that hit him at the feeling was completely fine and not at all perverted.
Jared noticed right away, his nostrils flaring slightly as he snuffled at
Jensen’s neck a little before his long tongue streaked along Jensen’s skin,
from his collar bone to the line of his jaw in one smooth lap. 
“H-hey, come on now,” Jensen muttered weakly, not knowing what he was really
saying as Jared pushed in closer the air between them charged. It felt
different now, there was no driving need burning through Jensen but a more
normal hum of lust rising up under the werewolf’s attention. He could feel
himself getting hard in his jeans and his face flushed as Jared nudged him and
made Jensen fall back. Jensen was the one lying in the grass then as Jared
loomed over him. The wolf was locked on and his gaze felt intense, Jensen could
help but look away meekly in submission and Jared took it has an invitation
because he leaned over and nuzzled Jensen’s neck again, his paws gently petting
at Jensen’s sides and slowly working their way up under his shirt.
“We’re out in the woods, someone might come,” he managed to protest, feeling
himself embarrassingly hard under Jared’s touches.
Jared gave a low sound, tipping his head up to look around alertly for a split
second before going back down to nip at Jensen’s shoulder.
“There’s no way you can tell that fast” Jensen huffed but Jared glanced at him
again their eyes meeting and the heat flushed through Jensen again. The feeling
of fur and callous paw like fingers doing it for him completely. God, was this
some sort of bestiality? A taboo thing that most werewolves would never do? Or
was commonplace and totally fine for Jensen to be getting off on it so hard.
Feeling out of his depth suddenly Jensen looked away, turning his head. Jared
followed, ears dropping back and wore an expression that Jensen was tempted to
call tender. He nuzzled Jensen again and the teenager let him, pressed back
after a beat. Jensen felt too intimate, face embarrassed and chest pounding. He
felt too young for something like this, something so strong, something that
wouldn’t fade. But when Jared pressed in close he didn’t feel suffocated or
scared. He felt wanted and Jensen had always desperately wanted to feel like
that. The idea of love had always been romanticized in his mind. The few
boyfriends that he had before had both said Jensen was too intense, too much,
too fast. Even knowing he was the one feeling like it was all too much wasn’t
slowing him down. Jensen wanted forever, he wanted a mate.
For the first time, Jensen thought being from a werewolf line suited him, it
made his need to commit and keep less weird and more normal. Werewolves mated
for life.
“You’re mine,” Jensen whispered, feeling over romantic and stupid the second he
muttered it but Jared huffed back, nuzzling and licking at Jensen’s neck again,
curling in close with obvious affection. “Everyone is so worried about me they
haven’t thought of you at all. Your mine now and I won’t let you go.”
In the back of his mind, Jensen knew it was a really bad idea to do something
like this in public but he still let the werewolf strip his jeans off. It
surprised him how nimble Jared’s paw like fingers could be, undoing the button
easily. The grass was cold and tickled Jensen’s skin, making him squirm until
Jared lifted his hips. The wolf was in between Jensen’s legs now, facing him as
he held himself over Jensen’s small form. It was embarrassing that the sheer
size of Jared turned Jensen on.
His jeans hung off his one calf and he was still dressed snuggled from the wait
up, t-shirt, sweat, and coat. He had his shoes on too, but he didn’t feel
rushed at all. It felt quiet and still as the werewolf nipped at his ear and
pressed in closer, the first wet brush along Jensen’s thighs making him jerk a
little.
It wasn’t going to be easy he thought, burying his face in Jared’s fur as the
werewolf pressed in more, slid closer until Jensen felt the first give, the wet
heat pushing to get in. Biting his lip he tried not to whimper at the first
burning push but the sound still got out. He was wet down there, slicked open
and it helped the friction but it still ached to be pushed open so wide. Jared
the human was big and Jared the werewolf was huge, Jensen felt like his poor
body didn’t even have a chance. Jared pressed again, not rushed but persistent
as more and more sank in.
“Oh God,” Jensen gasped, clutching at Jared’s shoulder, finger twisting and
digging into fur as he whimpered and felt like there was no end to Jared as he
kept pushing deeper and deeper. Jared rumbled low in his chest and Jensen could
feel the vibrations against his own. The werewolf moved with a cautious stroke,
his muzzle along Jensen’s cheek and his breath in the boy’s ear as they moved.
Without the heat to muddle everything up Jensen was acutely aware of how much
bigger Jared was then him, his form blanket of Jensen like it was nothing, his
fur war as it brushed along the insides of Jensen’s spread thighs.
“I’m a pervert,” he mumbled to himself, feeling his skin tickle and pulse jump
at the feeling of fur on his skin, of the idea that Jared the werewolf was
buried inside him. Jared made a low sound in reply and gave a bit rougher of a
thrust, pulling back to peer at Jensen. When the boy didn’t wince the wolf
moved with more fervor, building up a quick pace and then doubling it suddenly
as if just to punch out a groan from Jensen.
It was messed up how much he liked it, maybe even a smidgen more than human
Jared. Coupling with this side of him, the wolf gave Jensen a strange sense of
intimacy and reassurance. The way Jared had talked about this part of him, he
made it sound like the wolf was running on base instinct. If that was true then
no matter what Jensen knew that at the very base Jared wanted him, even if it
was his heat that brought them together here they were no without the heat and
Jared as the wolf still happy to bury himself between Jensen’s thighs.
The knot started swelling and Jensen gave a high gasp as he started to feel it,
pushing into him and then forcing it’s way back. Jared grumbled in his chest
and moved harder, faster now, pressing Jensen into the ground as his hips
pumped.
“C-come on,” Jensen agreed, pulling at Jared’s shoulders, his legs going up
around the werewolf’s waist and pulling him in there as well. The knot used to
be something weird and creepy to Jensen but now that he’d spent a weekend
taking it he knew it was freaking amazing. Jared gave a rough sound between a
growl and whimper, his hips jabbing hard on last time, grinding as the knot
pushed and then forced it’s way in, sinking deep as Jared butted himself as
close as he could to Jensen, fur and skin rubbing as the werewolf knotted as
deep as he could get and Jensen gave a little mewling sound that later he would
refuse to admit he had made.
Tied together now Jared turned his attention to licking at Jensen, nipping and
cleaning his mate while they waited out the knot. The werewolf sat back a
little, his weight on his knees and hands that bracketed either side of Jensen.
The teenager was laid out on his back under his wolf, his thighs still thrown
over Jared’s hip loosely. The knot was pulsing in Jensen just like he
remembered it and each time it throbbed it sent spike of pleasure right up his
spine. Biting his lip Jensen swallowed a moan and his hand wandered to his own
erection. He managed a few shaky pumps before he was gone, messing his shirt as
he came all over his stomach.
“I actually came to see if you were ok, you know,” Jensen muttered later on,
when he had caught his breath. “Jeff said you shifted after you heard about the
mess? Is it that bad outside this place?”
Jared’s ears went back and he gave a low grumbling sound, between a whimper and
snarl it seemed.
“We’ll be alright I’m sure, I have faith in you,” Jensen reassured lightly,
knowing he had no real clue but still wanting to offer something. When it came
down to it this whole mess was Jensen’s fault. If he’d been an adult about
being a werewolf and gone to the appointments he’d have known to be on
suppressants and the heat thing wouldn’t have blindsided him so badly. What was
between Jensen and Jared wouldn’t have happened and the media wouldn’t be
locked on to it.
“I feel bad for it, but I’m…I’m glad this happened, I got you out of this mess
and in the end that’s what matters to me. A big old wolf to call my own.”
 
They eventually headed back into the house, Jared stopping to collect his
clothing he’d just left in a heap in the woods.
“Werewolves don’t have much modesty,” he said easily with a little shrug as he
pulled on his shirt.
“I do,” Jensen shot back. “Everyone was fine with you ‘helping me’ with my heat
but then shocked that we mate bonded. Do you usually run around and mate with
anyone in heat?” The tone of his voice was sharp and Jensen tried to reign his
jealousy in. It helped that Jared just looked confused.
“Sometimes? Not very often though, once every few years but then sometimes
decades between. The wolf will mate with a partner in heat, it’s instinct. We
just never mate bonded.”
“So anyone would have done?”
“It couldn’t be anyone, I’m tied to your blood,” Jared pointed out not seeming
to understand why Jensen was insulted by it.
“But why not my sister or brother?”
“Sophia is too young and Jamie never showed an inclination towards males.”
“But if Sophia got older?” Jensen pressed, feeling worked up for no real
reason.
“I’d have preferred you,” Jared replied and Jensen knew he was being honest
because Jared really didn’t understand the conversation they were having.
“Why me?”
At that Jared seemed to catch on, looking down at Jensen with more focus.
“You think it was at random, that we mated?”
“Well yeah, that’s what everyone is saying. That you just mated with me because
I was in heat. It makes sense, you’ve got three choices and the best one is in
heat so why not?”
“I didn’t want to mate bond with you during your heat,” Jared reminded him and
Jensen felt stung by it. “But,” Jared added quickly, walking closer to Jensen.
“I always intended to try.”
“What?”
“I’ve watched you and noticed you for awhile. You always caught my interest.
I’d hoped in an ideal world that I’d approach you after you’d settled into
finding out your heritage and you’d let me court you.”
“Court?”
“Date, whatever the current word is.”
“Which you don’t know,” Jensen shot back with a teasing incredulity.
“I miss things like that, I spend a fair amount of time as a wolf in the
Canadian mountains. I have a cabin up there and most of the things I read are
older literature. It seemed like every time I look everything has jumped
decades,” Jared complained, looking slightly embarrassed while Jensen tried not
to smile.
“Well you’re going to get caught up. You’re not some lone wolf anymore,” Jensen
had meant to tease but Jared looked so pleased by the notion of it. Jared
reached out and curled an arm around Jensen’s waist and he pressed back easily.
Whatever was to come from this Jensen had no intention of giving up what was
his now.
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