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The night had just started and those that walked the city streets were able to see the lamps flicker to life, bringing about the safety of the light as they continued to make their way from work to home or wherever they happened to be going. Most of them would be worried about a criminal, or perhaps some sort of accident happening to them that could possibly take their life, but none of them would think that they would be murdered by ancient and savage creatures that lurked underneath the city. For Zack von Helmstien this potential fate was all too real for him, but unlike those that he knew moved in the safety that he and his organization afforded them he had the truth of such monsters given to him when he had dedicated his life to being a scholar. Normally he wouldn’t be alone in this venture to the underworld but for this night he was, and it was also the reason that he was down in the catacombs searching as he drew his portable light closer to him.

Zach was part of an ecological society that concerned itself with the balance of nature and the civilization that continued to encroach upon it. As humans pushed their way into the ancient places that were once held by natural forces it caused a colliding of the two worlds, and that caused more than just a feral animal occasionally wondering the streets. What most of humanity didn’t know about were the more powerful denizens of this old world who found themselves transplanted into this new realm of machine and man; whether it was dryads who possessed the trees of a local park or druids who seek to practice their craft the society Zach had become a part of a group that made sure that all life was preserved, both natural and human, and along with a scholar who knew of the old ways there was often a monster hunter to make sure those beasts that couldn’t be controlled were put down before they wreaked havoc upon society and caused a potential backlash.

For Zach his partner was a monster hunter named Yarel Duke; a rather blunt man whose mastery of weapons and fighting was superseded only by his lack of decorum when it came to manners in polite society. Most of the hunters were like that though, he imagined they had to be in order to take the lives of monsters that sometimes ended up being human at the end of it all. One of those was a creature that they had been tracking in the catacombs for months, a feral werewolf that had come down from the mountains where they typically lived and started to make trouble in the market distract. The problem with werewolves was that they could transform into human form for most of the time and that made them difficult to track unless you knew their identity, and even then it was hard since ferals had the chance of going completely insane and just staying in their beast form. That was a fate that they had been trying to avoid with hope of possibly driving him back up into the mountains, though as he came across an old firepit that the two had created he remembered that Yarel had a different idea of what to do with it…

“I’m telling you,” Yarel said as the light from the campfire danced across the silver bolt tips that he produced from his pocket. “Enough of these inside that creature and we can just drag his carcass back into the woods before he kills someone else.”

“Not everything needs to end with a bloody mess,” Zach replied as he worked on a silver item of his own, though this one was a much bigger piece shaped into a band as he saw his partner start to crew the tips onto his bolts. “Werewolves may be vicious but they’re still primal creatures of nature as well as human, and if we could actually potentially tame one we might find a bridge between the worlds that we could use to find out more about it.”

“This city is as dangerous as it is without needing a pet project tearing hell underneath it,” the monster hunter said as he prepared the last of his bolts. “But I suppose that’s why they pair us up together. Now I don’t know about you but I’m ready to turn in if you are, these damn catacombs are damn chilly and we hardly had enough firewood to cook dinner.”

Zach could feel the cold seeping into his fingers and knew that the hunter was right, standing up along with the bigger man and heading over towards the large bedroll that was on the floor. As the light began to dim from the fire the two crawled under the padded leather and pressed against one another, the heat of each other’s bodies warming up the space. Though there was danger that lurked all around them the scholar felt more than safe in the arms of his partner, especially when he felt the muscular arm wrap around his shoulder and pull him close. As they pressed together they both knew that considering their surroundings that it was the best they could do while still being alert, knowing that once the mission was over that they would have a far bigger fire and have much less on in the way of clothing between them…

As the memory fell away and Zach sighed he kicked the dead cinders that remined of the fire and continued on the path. That was the last night that the two were together as the scholar made his way through the dark cavern towards the next location to retrace his steps. They both knew that they were in a risky business and that they could get separated at any time, but it still didn’t prepare him for when it had happened. It had already been a month since the last time that they saw each other down in these catacombs and when Yarel hadn’t returned to their safehouse he knew something was wrong. Even if for some reason the monster hunter got it in his head to try and track down the werewolf himself he wouldn’t do it during the time of the full moon when the rage of the beast was its greatest and the creatures were at their most powerful, though as he reflected on that he realized he was doing the same thing as his free hand clutched his pocket.

Eventually the scholar managed to get to the last place that he had seen the monster hunter, the two having caught up with the werewolf lurking around the area after Yarel had managed to catch its trail. With the catacombs being a maze the two knew that driving it away from the city wasn’t going to be easy, especially with it already being the second night of the full moon. By the time the two realized he had double backed on them they could hear him transforming, which meant that they only had a short time to try and identify the human as well as attempt the plan that Zach had wanted to try. When they found the source of the echoing it had been too late for them to see who the creature was as the man’s face was distorted by fur and muscle growing while its teeth sharpened and its tongue stretched out in the air, but they still had the chance to enact the latter part to try and use the collar that he had made.

Unfortunately the werewolf had smelled them coming and as soon his amber eyes saw the glint of silver in the dim light it went berserk, prompting Yarel to step forward and toss him to the side in order to prevent him from his throat getting ripped out. By the time Zach got to his feet the werewolf had attempted to plunge its fangs down into the monster hunter, only to be stopped by the black metal gauntlet that could be seen when the beast ripped the cloth over it. The force of the impact had knocked the two close to a spillway though and as Yarel kicked the werewolf back he found himself on the edge of it with the creature quickly recovering his bearings. Before the monster hunter could get his crossbow up the creature lunged into him and sent both of them falling over the edge with Zach lunging forward before he could get there and causing the silver collar he had created to fall out of his hands and drop down with them.

That was the last time that Zach had seen him as he looked over the edge to where the rushing water fell to the cistern below. A month ago he had ran back to the headquarters of the society and tried to get any monster hunters to come and help him, but by the time they got back they all knew that it would be too late. Both monster and hunter were gone and with even a few climbing down the spillway in order to check while risking getting swept away by the channels that led out of the cistern they didn’t find anything. Though the others said that there was nothing he could do to have stopped what happened and that at least the spillway would flush the werewolf out towards the sea it didn’t stop the guilt from needing to be saved from eating away at Zach until that moment when he went down himself.

There was no mission from the society driving him this time; Zach had gone to rescue his partner and after securing his flashlight and other critical equipment in a waterproof leather bag he took a deep breath before stepping off of the edge. Wind and water rushed around him before he splashed into the cistern below, going down deep before the current actually pushed him upwards towards the channel that the water flowed out of. He broke the surface with a loud gasp and tried to swim over towards the side of the channel, only to lose his grasp of the slippery stones and slide back in where the current pushed him. As he fell back however he did note claw marks in the same area that possibly came from the werewolf that had fallen down the month before.

After two more failed attempts Zach decided to conserve his strength, focusing on keeping his head above water as the current continued to swiftly move him through the lower levels of the catacombs. It was likely that with the current and the level of wear on the stone around him that if the two had both survived the fall they would have been pushed all the way down to the sea, which would have allowed the werewolf to head back to the forests hopefully. But if that was the case then Yarel would have also returned within the month since the city was maybe a day’s walk away from where he believed he would end up and even if injured probably less than a week. All Zach knew was to be ready in case the werewolf had decided to stick around and to keep his eyes open in case either of them had managed to find a location to pull themselves out early.

But the narrow channel remained constant and eventually Zach found himself getting dumped out into the ocean, feeling the current of the water speed up as it got to the end. Suddenly the scholar thought that jumping into a spillway without knowing how high up the exit was from the ground or what laid below was not a good idea, but as he attempted to slow himself down his hands and feet could only hold on for mere seconds before he was once more pushed forward. As he suddenly was able to see the night sky all he could do was brace himself as the stone suddenly disappeared and he was launched outwards. For the second time that night he found himself in middle of the air, but this time the distance was far less as he fell into a pond that had been created by decades of water splashing onto the rocks.

This time as Zach emerged from the water once more the smell of sea and sand was a welcome reprieve from the stench of the catacombs as he swam over to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself over to the side of the rock. By this point he felt absolutely water-logged as he gave himself a second to recover, then sat up and pulled his cloak off while seeing where he was. It as a small cove, one of the many that dotted the shoreline as he got to his feet, and one that if he had tried to find just by walking along the shore it would have probably taken months if he even recognized it at all. As he made his way down the rock though he stopped when he smelt something in the air that wasn’t the sea and more reminiscent of the area that he had just come from. It was the stench of death, and it didn’t take long for him to track it to a small grouping of rocks that was just outside of where the drainage channel ended.

For the first time since Zach started his quest to find his friend he wondered if he was going to find the monster hunter dead as he carefully made his way over. He had always known it was a possibility but until he had found the body he held out hope that he had survived and for some reason just couldn’t contact him. As he walked around the rocks however he could see silver-tipped bolts in the sand as well as claw marks that indicated the two had continued the fight even after they had emerged into the cove and then saw the remains of a foot. It was already fairly heavily decomposed but it was clearly that of a human, and finally Zach had to know and sprinted around. When he got to the other side the smell of rotten flesh hit him like a stone thrown in the face, but as he put his hand up against his mouth he breathed a sigh of relief when he could tell enough from the facial features that remained that it wasn’t Yarel that laid there dead.

With the initial relief passed Zach saw that there were several more bolts sticking out of the chest of the man, which made the scholar believe that this was the werewolf that the monster hunter had been fighting. It looked like Yarel had won, but if that was the case then where was he? There was still the possibility that he had succumbed to his wounds the expert survivalist would know enough to keep himself alive and any blow that would have felled him would have his body right next to the one he killed. Zach started to try and think like Yarel would act and tried to remember everything that he would ramble on about concerning finding shelter and tending to wounds while he looked around the cove.

Though it was still night the full moon shined down unobstructed and with it Zach saw the ruins of a small stone building, possibly used by the builders for the spillway, and he remembered Yarel more than once saying that if you can find shelter already constructed it saves the time and energy of building one. As he got close he began to see evidence of someone living around the area too, namely a fire pit that had been dug that had somewhat freshly charred logs in it. Someone was definitely using the area and if it wasn’t Yarel then maybe it was someone who could help him find the other man. As he got to the door however, or what was left of it as it half-hung on the rotted wooden frame, he heard a deep growl that caused him to pause.

It couldn’t be, Zach thought to himself, but as he slowly pressed on the door he could start to see signs that at the very least there was some sort of beast that dwelled here. Perhaps Yarel wasn’t the only one that took that that advice to heart, Zach said as he slowly tried to step inside after he had grabbed something out of his bag. It was a revolver, one loaded with silver bullets in case he found that the werewolf had survived and Yarel didn’t, and as he pointed it inside along with the beam of the flashlight he saw where the source of the growling and snarling was coming from. It was a werewolf, its brown fur highlighted in the moonlight that created it, and it had been chewing on a familiar black gauntlet that caused the scholar to pull the hammer back on the gun.

As the creature stared at him with those eyes shining unnaturally back in the light of the beam however Zach found himself hesitating, the gun in his hand shaking as he tried to pull the trigger. This creature had clearly killed the injured monster hunter, Yarel’s body either eaten up or propped up somewhere in this house where he had attempted to make a last stand, but even as he wanted to dispatch the monster he found himself unable to finish the act. It couldn’t help it, he thought to himself as he slowly began to lower the weapon, this was its nature. As he continued to stand there though Zach realized that it should have attacked him by now, and though it was bearing its teeth at him it hadn’t lunged to pounce on him… could it possibly recognize the gun and have stood down because of it?

No… Yarel had told him of other monster hunters that used guns and said that often times it would send them more into a rage, especially if they sensed silver, but as he stepped forward it continued to stay where it stood. “Why are you attacking me?” Zach asked, knowing that the beast wouldn’t be able to answer him. “What’s holding you back, your belly still full from the monster hunter that you ate?”

To Zach’s surprise the werewolf let out a whine and tried to scratch at something with his hand. Whatever was there seemed to be bothering him greatly, and as Zach shifted the light so he could see better he saw something shine in the light that was being partially covered with fur. It took him a while to understand what it was but when he did he gasped and almost dropped the flashlight at his feet. It was a collar, the silver collar that he had made for this mission and had gone over the edge with Yarel and the werewolf during the fight. If it wasn’t at the bottom of the cistern that meant that either the werewolf or Yarel had to have grabbed it, and since werewolves hate silver that could only mean one thing.

“Yarel?” Zach said as he continued to step closer despite the danger. “Yarel, is that really you?” As he saw the werewolf in a new light he began to notice things that he hadn’t before, like lines were fur hadn’t grown in from scars that the monster had received or just the way the creature held himself. Though it didn’t respond to its name initially the growling subsided even more and the one that the scholar believed was his partner seemed docile enough to approach to try and figure out what was going on.

Though he continued to keep a wide berth from the creature Zach needed to find out what happened to the monster hunter that caused him to end up like this. From what he had been taught he had thought lycanthropy could only be passed through lineage, but unless Yarel had been holding back on a huge secret it appeared that wasn’t the case. As he looked on the other side of the werewolf he could see why the creature hadn’t tried to approach him either; Yarel must have known he was going to change and had looped the collar around a spire of stone that merged with the top of the roof and the silver not only kept him in check but prevented him from trying to tamper with the bindings. When Zack risked going forward he let out a slight gasp when he saw that the brown fur around the collar was matted and as the light shined on the liquid he saw that it was red.

No wonder he’s so agitated, Zach thought to himself as he went into his bag to try and find something, while the silver was keeping his rage in check and preventing him from harming the scholar when he tried to struggle it was also just hurting him by being there. At this point in the night if it continued to do more damage the werewolf that he believed was Yarel wouldn’t even survive the night, and that was something that he couldn’t bear to see happen right in front of his eyes after losing him the last time. Throwing caution to the wind Zach took the leather bag he had brought with him to keep his supplies safe and, after estimating the width of the silver collar, cut strips as best he could in order completely cover it without going too wide. The scholar’s plan was to take them and put them between the silver and the fur of the werewolf, which while that meant getting within mauling distance and also possibly lessening the effect of the collar he had created he knew he had to take that chance.

“Alright Yarel,” Zach said as he got the werewolf’s attention, showing the monstrous creature the strips he had created before putting them over his neck. “I’m not sure if you can understand me but I’m going to put these between the silver and your neck, it should help lessen the pain and keep you alive until morning. I’m really, really hoping that you know that it’s me and I’m trying to help because this is going to be a painful and somewhat ironic way to die otherwise.

The werewolf snorted in his direction and Zach wasn’t sure how to take that so he just moved forward until he was right up next to the guy. For a few seconds the human braced himself for the impending dismemberment, but when he looked into the eyes and felt the furry head of the creature nudge against him it was almost like when Yarel told him to get a move on. That small signal was all he needed and he began to carefully put the leather between the werewolf and the collar as best he could. There were a few droplets of blood that ran down his fingers but Zach ignored them as he focused on getting the leather in tight and trying not to flinch when the werewolf let out a slight snarl or shifted his body when the exposed parts of the collar pressed against him.

Once he had gotten the last one in place Zach made sure that he had gotten everything where he wanted it and as he did he could almost hear the creature huff in relief. He almost began to reach up to pet the large head of the creature before he stopped himself and backed away. This wasn’t some sort of dog, he scolded himself mentally as he went out to the shore to wash up, this was a primal beast that could have ripped him apart at any second. But even as he let the water cascade over his fingers and the blood disappeared from them another part of his mind told him that it was also Yarel in there that allowed him to take care of his neck in the first place.

Whether or not that was true though remained to be seen, Zach thought to himself as he found a spot in the house that wasn’t inside of the main room and unrolled his sleeping bag. Even if he wanted to go back to the city it would be impossible, which meant that he would need to sleep in an area near a werewolf that definitely had his scent by now. That still didn’t mean he would sleep in the same room, even if the only thing that separated them was a crumbling door frame and a pile of rocks. All that he knew was that he had to get some sleep and try to wake up before dawn so he could make sure when the werewolf becomes human that he isn’t a monster of a different variety.

Eventually despite the snarling and whining that came from the room Zach did finally close his eyes and go to sleep, remaining that way even when he had several nightmares about werewolves chasing him and Yarel dangling off the edge of the cliff before falling without him being able to save him. After a while though they subsided and the scholar had a more pleasant dreams that concerned the monster hunter, like the first time they had completed a mission or when they shared a bed together. It was that last one was really potent as he could smell the scent of the other man as the scene played out in the mind until the loud squawk of a gull caused him to wake up. As soon as his eyes opened he realized his plan to get up before the werewolf would change back had not gone quite to plan, and as he continued to lay there he quickly gathered he was not alone as a strong arm draped itself over his shoulder.

“Yarel Duke!” Zach shouted as he turned over and smacked the other man that was lying next to him in the chest, causing the monster hunter to wake up with a snort. “What in the nine hells is wrong with you!? You nearly scared me half to death!”

Yarel let out a mighty yawn as he rubbed his eyes, pushing the scraggly brown hair out of his eyes and looking at Zach. “You were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you,” Yarel replied gruffly as he sat up and scratched his bare chest. “But it looked like you were having a fit so I comforted you the best way I knew. Seemed to do the trick, calmed you right down after I got in next to you.”

Though Zach could feel the anger at not being woken up he quickly saw the scars that were around the man’s neck and knew that he shouldn’t feel that way, especially since the source of the emotion was from not having seen him in a month as he leaned in and looked at the wounds. “Those need to be cleaned,” Zach said, Yarel scoffing and pulling away from the scholar’s examination. “I didn’t take a trip down a drainage channel and sleep in a desiccated building next to a werewolf to have you die of infection.”

“They’ll heal up soon enough on their own,” Yarel replied as he got up, Zach blinking as he saw that the burly muscular man was still naked as he stretched his limbs. “Thanks for that leather though, the pain was starting to drive me crazier than the voices that I heard when I first transformed. I’m also glad that you’re a butterfingers and dropped that collar otherwise I probably would have been halfway up the mountain howling at the moon.”

“I just… I have so many questions right now,” Zach said as he stood up as the other man went into the main room and pulled his bag out of the fireplace, opening it up and setting out food rations for them to eat. “Why didn’t you come back after you killed that werewolf, and how did you become a werewolf yourself?”

“Well your second question kind of answered your first,” Yarel said as he motioned for Zach to sit on the floor and eat. “When I killed that werewolf we were basically at hand to hand combat at that point after I had already shot it four times in the chest, and just when I thought I was done for I landed a lucky strike in the throat to finish it off after it had clamped down on my shoulder. As I laid there though I knew that there was something wrong, whatever primal magic you talked about that they have pulsing into their veins I felt flow into mine as well and almost immediately I began to hear the voices of... I guess nature itself was the best way to say it. Fortunately our swim down the channel and the subsequent fight took a lot of time because I could feel my body starting to change before it stopped and I saw the sun come up, and as I sat there I knew that I was potentially bringing something dangerous back to the city and had to see if I really was cursed.”

As the two continued to talk Zach found out that Yarel had basically just lived out of the shack for a month, using his skills as a hunter to forage for himself and allow his supplies to last. He had also managed to grab onto the silver collar when he was floating in the cistern and had kept it to give it back to Zach, only when the first night of the next full moon came around and he felt himself changing he knew he had to do something drastic or become a monster just like the one he had killed. The two had talked about the possibility of the silver keeping the beast in check before and as a last-ditch effort had put it around his neck and a thin but strong slab of stone inside of the building. It turned out to work, but the silver had rendered a toll on his body in the form of a slow-healing wound around his neck that was being exacerbated when he put on the collar again for the second night of the moon.

“I’m glad that I came when I did then,” Zach commented once Yarel had finished with his tale. “You mentioned these voices too when you talked about turning into the beast, and I’m wondering if you were communicating with the spirits of nature that surround this place. Perhaps we may find the bridge to the natural world after all.”

“Hey, I’m a monster hunter, not a monster,” Yarel said with a slight hint of anger in his voice. “I’m glad the silver trick worked but I don’t know how long that’s going to be effective, even with the leather that’s around it. While I did recognize you while I was that beast there was still the urge to slaughter you, especially after I saw you pull that gun on me. Remember what I said about guns?”

“Yes yes, they are noisy monster attractors,” Zach said as he went over to where Yarel had tossed the collar after he transformed back and looked at it, especially at the bloody leather straps before he looked back at him. “Yarel… did the straps actually help? With the pain I mean, though everything in general too.”

Zach watched the other man think about it for a second before he shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, I guess it did feel better if I remember correctly,” Yarel said as he pressed his fingers gingerly against his neck, which had started to heal like he had said it would. “It’s hard to tell when everything is a haze of instinct, if it wasn’t for hearing your voice I wouldn’t have known that you were here at all.”

The scholar asked if he could try something on him and as Yarel nodded his head he went over and gently pressed the silver against his skin, which caused the werewolf to recoil and left an angry red welt in the area like he had been burned. Then Zach put a few layers of the bloody leather around the silver and did the same thing to a different area, and when Yarel didn’t react he pulled it away and saw that there was nothing there. “I have an idea… I’m guessing you hunted deer in the nearby woods and I’m hoping you cured the hides like you usually do?” Zach asked, the man giving him a look of curiosity as he nodded his head. “Great, now I’m just hoping that you still have those silver rounds and I got my artificer’s kit…”

After a bit of scrounging and gathering of materials Zach had gotten all the silver that was in both of their bags and started to melt it down in the small crucible that he had, using Yarel to keep the fire in the fireplace stoked as hot as they could keep it so that the metal would melt. An idea had formed in the scholar’s mind last night when he had put the leather in between the werewolf and the collar and after talking with the monster hunter it began to come to fruition, but he knew that he had a lot to do and limited time to do it. Fortunately Yarel had the tendency to always use the hides he got to turn to leather to repair things, which meant they had a steady supply for him to turn into strips while he also used the wood he had gathered to keep the fire hot to continue to melt silver. On Zach’s side it was designing everything that he was envisioning as he utilized salvaging experience of his own to make a needle and thread as well as molds from the sand outside so that he could turn his vision into a reality.

The hours passed and Zach felt himself sweating profusely from the heat of the fire and the stress of being under a time table. He had used some of his tunic for thread and had taken the rest of it off in order to try and find some relief from the heat, leaving him as naked as the other man who had never put clothes back on to begin with. More than once he found himself get distracted when he looked over and watched the other man work, the muscles of the monster hunter flexing to show off his masculine curves as he worked on the leather. He quickly set himself right however and knew if he wanted to see that body more he needed to keep him safe for the last night of the full moon and got back to work.

The sun had risen and fallen with the two working hard and as the last vestiges of light began to disappear he could see Yarel starting to lose focus and growl softly to himself. He had just pulled the last piece of silver he cast in the sand and though it was extremely rough he wasn’t looking for anything pretty as he slid it into the leather sleeve he had created. Once he had sown up the end he put the piece with the others and presented everything out, which caused Yarel to raise an eyebrow. As the monster hunter mentioned that they were certainly innovative in nature Zach could start to see the moon peaking up in the hole of the wall behind them and told him to put them on as the chest hair on Yarel’s body began to noticeably thicken.

The first thing to be put on was the collar; the silver covered completely with a thick layer of leather around it, and though as Yarel moved over towards the tether he had been using Zach just shook his head and said that wouldn’t be needed to prevent him from attacking if everything else went well. Though the monster hunter clearly didn’t like being left to his own devices he knew that they didn’t have time to argue, especially as he began to sweat and pant. As his lips and nose turned black and his jaws began to crack Zach put on the muzzle piece next, the leather straps on top of a silver wire cage that he hoped would fit the growing werewolf snout since he didn’t have a chance to measure it and had to extrapolate. By that point Yarel was no longer able to help and started to growl and groan, which meant it was left to the scholar to put everything else on.

From the muzzle came the leather gloves with silver tips on the outside, which he just got the silver studded cuffs over before he felt the hand began to lengthen. “I really hope my memory of your werewolf body is as accurate as I boasted,” Zach muttered, looking to see the eyes of the other man widen in shock. “C’mon, no time for that, feet up.”

A pair of crude leather socks were slipped over the feet of the man, the material flopping around before the heavy paws of the werewolf would grow into them. He could see Yarel starting to shake and buck as the primal instincts of the beast took hold in his mind as his already muscular body began to grow more swollen by the minute. He definitely didn’t have much time left, Zach thought to himself as he put the silver-filled leather straps over the back and chest of the transforming man, which he hoped would help control the instincts even more by having the material around him without killing him. From the look of it though his idea was working and he didn’t see any discomfort other than his stretching skin and popping bones as he saw a tail push out from his spine.

As the last straps were attached to the furry chest of the creature Zach was suddenly pushed back as the werewolf let out a long howl, his body arching as the last of his body rippled with new strength underneath the thick pelt of brown fur. This was it, Zach realized as he swallowed hard and watched the werewolf paw at the cage around his mouth, if he was right then the silver would quell the primal instincts enough that the human might just shine through. If he wasn’t then he hoped that the metal within the straps would keep the primal creature from hurting him as he watched the werewolf try to scratch at something only for his claws to be hidden behind the silver capped leather gloves. If his makeshift bonds didn’t hold out however then he was going to be werewolf food… the scholar knew he was taking a big risk but this was not only for the future of the balance between human and beast but also so he didn’t see his monster hunter disappear into the mountains.

After it sniffed the air for a few seconds the werewolf finally seemed to figure out that there was someone else in the room besides him, the creature turning around and staring at him with amber eyes. Zach didn’t know what to do at this point so he let Yarel take the lead, trying not to tense up too much when the huge beast of a man slowly made its way towards him. As he approached he could see the crudely-made bindings shift and move around him and imagined that at any point the werewolf would just flex his massive chest and cause everything to pop off. The creature didn’t do anything of the sort however, instead just leaned down with its caged muzzle and huffing a few times before pressing forward.

As the werewolf pressed his hands against him Zach realized that it still had the strength to tear his limbs off, but as they began to rub up and down his arms he found that it was almost gentle in nature. “Oh, thank god, it seems to have worked,” Zach said as he saw the werewolf nod his head slightly, though as their bodies continued to press together the scholar suddenly remembered that he was naked as he felt the hard, drooling cock of the werewolf press against his stomach and was fully erect. “Oh… you are really worked up… I’m not sure that’s the best-“

Zach let out a yelp as the werewolf hooked his covered hands underneath his arms and brought him over to the wall, the huge beast able to easily carry him as he suddenly felt cool stone against the bare flesh of his back. There was a deep set of growls that came from the creature and it sounded to the human like the werewolf was chuckling, and though he continued to protest that perhaps having sex with a creature they had just managed to get under some control was a bad thing it fell on deaf pointed ears. Not wanting to provoke the somewhat calm creature all Zach could do was let the beast ride him, trembling slightly as he felt the tip of the throbbing member already start to press against his rear. The last time he had done something like this with Yarel the two had a copious amount of oil and ended up slipping over one another, but it appeared the werewolf was going to have no such problem with him as a copious amount of pre leaked from his tip.

Fortunately it appeared that the monster holding him was running on more than just lustful instinct as it motioned with one of its gloved hands for Zach to stroke, which as he did he found more of the beast’s pre leaking and completely coating its somewhat alien shaped member. While the two had been amorous with one another this was something far more foreign than what the scholar was used to, especially since the monster hunter would often handle him with kid gloves. Now the gloves he was using were crudely fashioned ones held back the claws that could slice his skin open while he continued to lube up the werewolf’s member with his own seed. Part of him wondered if he had been too bold and this was going to end up causing him to become a werewolf too, but as the creature became impatient Yarel started to push upwards while he was still holding onto the throbbing shaft he didn’t feel the same thing that the monster hunter said he had experienced.

At this point however it was clear that whether or not this was going to affect him Yarel was going to fuck him, and as he felt his hole start to get stretched open he let out a loud moan and knew he was going to let the monster hunter do it. It didn’t matter if it was flesh or fur, he still found himself relishing the feel of that muscular body sliding against him as he felt the slick flesh push deeper up into his body. A low growl escaped from the werewolf’s throat, not a sound of threatening or of anger but of pure need and of dominance. This creature wanted Zach as his and his alone, which the scholar was more than willing to let it happen as he felt himself begin to slide down. He let out a sharp gasp as Yarel pushed in another inch or two, then stopped when he heard the human cry out only for Zach to reassure him and press his hands against the exposed fur of his head to tell him to keep going.

The werewolf was more than willing to oblige and began to fuck the smaller human, keeping the somewhat skinny arms pressed against the bulging muscles of his hips and thighs as he began to really push in deep. At first Zach thought that he was going to quickly get stretched to the limit but whenever it seemed like he was going too far the werewolf would slow down and press their bodies against one another while waiting for the human to relax. When he started to get more used to the thick shaft spreading him wide though Yarel began to growl more and thrust faster until both of their breath came in short, ragged gasps. While Zack knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this the fact that this creature could tear him apart at any second and that possibly the only thing that was protecting him was a few straps of leather-covered silver lent a danger to it that was intoxicating.

“I wish… I could feel those teeth…” Zach said as he pressed his hands against the cage, his body continuing to move up and down with the motion of the cock pounding into him. “Yarel… I want you… all of you…” As he began to undo the clasp to the muzzle cage however one of the hands that had been stroking down his hips had suddenly shot up and pressed his arm against the wall. The rutting between them stopped completely and at that moment Zach realized that even though Yarel was still in there that he was with a beast too, something that the monster hunter had sworn he would protect him from… even if it was himself.

The feeling of his arm being pinned and a soft growl from the werewolf was enough to knock Zach out of his potentially harmful line of thinking, though as he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the furry shoulders of the other man he began to get other thoughts. As the cock in his butt once more began to slide in and out of him the idea that silver really did seem to soothe the savage beast meant that werewolves could actually be tamed, and with Yarel as the template he could potentially find a way to make even better gear to give him more freedom of movement and possibly more mental stability against the forces of nature that he could now hear. Plus it meant that they could continue to have sex, something that caused his own cock to tremble as it was rubbed up against the furry abs of the furry monster.

For the rest of the night Yarel rutted his human, orgasming enough times that it had started to cause Zach’s stomach to grow bloated from the trapped seed as the monster continued to thrust into him with his near insatiable sexual need. More than once Zach had passed out from the incredible stimulation only to wake up in a different position, getting bent over a rock on the moonlit beach while getting railed from behind or on the beach on his back with his legs in the air. By the time morning came around the beast also had a fair share of cum in his fur as well, which then became skin as Yarel transformed back into a human and Zach woke up with the human cock still deep inside of him.

Once both had completely recovered from their nocturnal activities and with the time of the full moon over Zach convinced Yarel to come back with him to the city, talking to him about all the ideas that he had while they were having sex. The scholar could tell that he had gotten the man interested when he said that with refinement he could possibly freely think while in his werewolf form, and that they could continue their relationship even with his condition. The monster hunter eventually just responded that he was happy that he wouldn’t be heading up into the mountains, though when pressed on being so dominant and lustful he admitted that he had been wanting to take the scholar rough and hard for some time. Zach smiled at that and knew that once he was done with his ideas the werewolf would have his chance…

Nearly a year went by since that time and Zach became the foremost scholar of werewolves, and though Yarel had semi-retired from monster hunting he continued to keep his scholar safe and had a much more important job of being the bridge between the natural and human world. The second that the two had gotten back Zach had commissioned a leatherworker, a blacksmith, and a jeweler to aid him in a set of werewolf gear and restraints that would not only cover more of Yarel’s body but also allow him to keep flexibility in his movements. While at first they kept the artisans in the dark on what they were doing eventually the two had to let them in on the secret in order to have them take accurate measurements while the werewolf’s body was completely restrained by the iron scaffolding that had been built with leather-lined silver cuffs to keep him still. The muzzle still had to be put on for most of it however and when it came to the head of the werewolf it was Zach that had to do it, but the results were worth it as the scholar had gotten essentially a silver-lined leather suit with claw and fang caps.

At the first anniversary of their new lives Zach finished up yet another letter that he would send off to the society on their progress he suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his chest and he looked up just in time to feel the lips of the monster hunter press against his own. “It’s almost time,” Yarel said as the scholar got up from his chair. “Are you absolutely sure that you want to do this? If we’re wrong…”

“I know what the risks are,” Zach said with a grin as they walked through the study of the house they owned together and went down to the basement, feeling the stone walls against his fingers as they went down into the stone cellar. “Even more than when I went to a cove and let a certain werewolf take me while in a set of restraints that we made in a day from materials that we happened to have around us. Now just in case, are the others here?”

“They are,” Yarel replied as he opened the steel door at the end of the hall to reveal the bondage rack that they had used to keep Yarel in place, the metal polls anchored into place so that they won’t move an inch. “You’re putting a lot of faith in me on this one.”

“We’ve already seen that you can do it,” Zach said as he leaned up and gave the other man a kiss on the cheek. “Now let’s going, I don’t want to have to do this myself and we’re running out of time.”

Yarel nodded and the scholar began to strip naked, which had just been his cloak as he had prepared for this all day. His maleness was already starting to grow stiff despite the coolness of the basement from the anticipation of what was about to happen as well as seeing his lover dressed in his leather werewolf gear. The cuffs and collar were coated in rich and supple leather inlays instead of the rough deer hide they had used and the straps had inlays of wolves and ancient runes that looked good on him as a human and even better as a werewolf. As the caps hung loosely over his fingers and toes and the straps that would keep his muzzle locked dangled from his mouth there wasn’t an inch of silver that could be seen except for the filigree that was used as decoration. They had spent months finding the proper thickness of the silver and leather that would allow for maximum coverage while still being comfortable, and in the end they got a masterpiece… one that they were about to replicate as Zack brought his arms up to the iron bars and shackled one of his hands with the silver restraints while Yarel did the other one.

A month ago Zach had found that he had learned everything he could just communicating with Yarel about what he saw and felt as a werewolf once he had transformed back, even when they had gone out into the woods one night the information the monster hunter had come back with was rather sparse in nature. It had also given them a chance to have extremely wild and passionate sex, and it was at that moment that the scholar realized if he truly wanted to understand and communicate being the bridge to the primal world, he was going to have to become one himself. Early on they had understood that it was likely the blood that transferred the primal energy when Yarel had it spilled into an open wound, finding cases of others that had survived werewolf attacks only to disappear the next day or month, and with all the research they had done and with how stable the werewolf was he could think of nothing better than to join him.

Once the leg restraints were in place Zach continued to work as fast as he could on the arm ones, going down while Yarel worked up. He could already feel fur brush against his bare skin though and knew that the werewolf about to manifest into his beast form, but luckily they had already got everything prepared ahead of time. Several more iron bars swung and locked into place around his chest, stomach, hips, and thighs in order to prevent him from moving at all and as he heard a low growl behind him the scholar felt the last piece slip into place in the form of a leather covered silver collar. The feel of the weighted object against his throat suddenly made everything they were about to do feel very real, his heart pounding in his chest as the werewolf moved around to approach him with his muzzle still unclasped.

It was the riskiest part of the entire endeavor; with Zach completely restrained Yarel would have to finish his own bindings himself, but not until they shared in a passionate kiss with one another. As lips met muzzle the human shook when he felt a tooth cut his tongue, but that was also part of the plan as the werewolf also bit his own. The two continued to remain connected for a short while longer to make sure that it took hold and when Yarel suddenly backed away he was panting heavily. At first Zach thought that perhaps the blood would send him over the edge and for a while he continued to growl and snarl while bearing his teeth before finally he reached up and pulled the straps on his muzzle, completely sealing it as he began to breathe out of his nose instead.

One thing that they never had to worry about holding back was the werewolf’s member as Yarel circled around the naked human, using his own hand to lube himself up as Zach began to start panting heavily. His hard breathing wasn’t from getting penetrated by the other creature as the human closed his eyes, squeezing them shut as his swelling tongue pushed its way out of his mouth. The wound on it had already healed and as he began to huff louder his lips began to darken, turning black as he felt teeth pushing out past them. He had felt the primal power that Yarel had transferred to him go into his body, but unlike the monster hunter he was prepared for it as the werewolf got into position and began to thrust into his exposed hole. The pleasure helped focus his mind elsewhere as he felt the bridge of his nose and his lower jaw start to stretch outwards and merge together.

Zach found himself growling deeply as the change seemed to also center elsewhere first, feeling fur starting to cover his butt where the thick cock was stretching him out while his spine stretched into a tail. This was amazing, he thought as he felt claws push out from his fingers and toes, having sex with his werewolf lover was one thing as a human but as he felt his hips grow out and his muscles thicken he found that it was even better as a primal creature himself. The two grew quieter the deeper the werewolf got as the quivering human grew larger, almost matching the beast in height. With the bars keeping Zach in place and the silver keeping the madness of first being exposed to the pure forces of nature at bay all he could focus on was pure lust as his eyes opened and revealed their bright green color as black fur started to grow around him.

The brown-furred werewolf continued to thrust into the restrained one even after both their transformations were complete, Yarel making sure that Zach orgasmed by stroking the hefty bright red cock that jutted out between his black-furred thighs. After both beasts had climaxed Yarel pulled out of the restrained creature and walked over towards the door, looking between the lock and the key that had hung on the wall before he grabbed it. It was part of the test that they had made in order to make sure for this moment that the werewolf was still enough in his right mind that he could be around others since the more they sank into their primal nature the harder it was for them to think of anything that was more human in thought process. For the werewolf that used to be Zach even though he had a number of silver straps on him all he could think about was hunting and rutting, but still retained enough of his mind that when the other werewolf came back he knew who the others were that followed him.

“Oh lord, there’s another one,” the leatherworker said as he sighed, pulling out his tape measurer. “You’re lucky that your master pays us well enough, otherwise there’s no way I would get within ten feet of these things.”

“Speak for yourself,” the blacksmith said with a chuckle as he went over and patted the metal bars that kept the werewolf in check. “I found this to be a personal challenge, and since they work for the society I have found that the silver and cold iron that I had collecting dust in my cellar is now completely sold out. Speaking of which I take it that’s what I’m here for as well as the jeweler, you want another set of the same silver strips that you had for your suit?”

The werewolf nodded in response and as the blacksmith and jeweler went over to try and see if they could start to get a sense of what they were going to do the leatherworker began to take measurements, only to stop when he saw the thick cock that he was trying to measure under start to swell with growth again. “Oh no, we’re not doing this again!” The leatherworker said as he backed away from the werewolf, only to be growled at by the one that wasn’t in restraints. “Last time I had to throw away the clothes that I wore here because you… well, you know what you did.”

“I think it just means he likes you,” the jeweler said, prompting a chuckle from the blacksmith as well as the jeweler. “Plus you knew where you were coming this time, you should have worn old clothes.”

“No, I am the finest leatherworker in the land and don’t need this!” The leatherworker said before he turned back to the werewolf. “I want you to point me in the direction of Zach von Helmstien immediately, he should be down here with us anyway!”

Though it was hard to see through the leather that was wrapped around his face Yarel smiled as he pointed in the direction of the restrained werewolf, who snapped his jaws at the leatherworker as though in agitation. “I think that you’re not going to get anywhere in negotiation with this one and it might just be best for all of us if you make something like black leather gear that keep them from eating us,” the blacksmith said before he looked over at the jeweler. “Two werewolves now instead of one… at this rate I think I’m going to need to order a lot more silver…”