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I went to sleep as a wolf, with other wolves. I woke up as a human among other humans, clad in rags or completely naked. It came as a mild surprise to me that some of us were women; it had been impossible to tell in the dark. I couldn't tell which werewolf any of the humans even were, which I suppose was for the better, given how much we'd hurt each other the previous night.

My body was sore, and the mattress was outright disgusting. It was also cold. Very, very cold despite a small wood-burning stove in the corner, obviously installed much later than the barn itself. There were a bunch of old, worn clothes for us in the middle of the room, in a big, dirty pile, as whatever we had before was completely shredded. Didn't hurt me any; what I had previously was also old, worn and dirty.

I picked out a pair of jeans and a hoodie with three wolves on it. Couldn't find anything to put under it. None of us said a word to each other, which I enjoyed, as there was no coffee available and yesterday's rush of energy was but a faded memory now. After getting dressed best we could, we sat there, doing nothing. After around an hour of that riveting action I went outside and looked around for any of our "leaders"; there wasn't any sign of them.

The air was absolutely freezing now and frost covered every surface. The birds were silent, the sky was overcast, and the smell of winter was in the air. I kept my arms wrapped around me, pulling the ragged hoodie as tightly to my body as I could; the wolf wouldn't have even noticed this cold, but the human suffered. Nothing I could see hinted at anyone being present. The old car was gone, having miraculously started up again and probably driven all the way to the city with the rest of our keepers in it.

As I returned to the barn, I could _feel_everyone staring at me. Some gazes angrily questioning what we were to do, and others pleading for advice. I felt like I'd become the alpha overnight, and although I didn't know why - I hadn't been the only winner - I welcomed the feeling; it felt exotic, powerful and somehow even natural.

"Well," I began, pausing to draw everyone's attention. When I was satisfied that everyone was looking at me, I continued. "There's nobody but us here. No people, no cars, they even took the loudspeakers, so-"

"The fuck do you mean there's nobody here? They brought us-" one of them shouted. Young man, maybe early twenties. Light brown skin and glasses. Lanky build as a human, again completely unlike the wolves I'd met last night.

"-so it's obviously a test. Problem is I don't know what they want us to do-" I continued. I got interrupted again by cursing from the same guy and found myself snapping my jaws at him. Wolf instincts must've been bleeding over into my human mind.

"You'll shut the fuck up while I'm talking," I growled through gritted teeth. "Unless you'd like to stay here alone."

Satisfied with his silence, if not his angry stare, I continued. "I'd say that they want us to cooperate to find our way back, since Emily - one of the people I first met - said we needed to be both bestially powerful and logical like humans."

I paused again, glancing across the barn. We obviously couldn't stay here; the stove had burnt out over the night and contained only embers, now. There was nowhere near enough fuel to last us another day, much less night, and I doubted any of us had firestarters after last night's shifts. On top of that, the roof looked like it was going to collapse from light snow, and there were drafty gaps in the walls where once strong wood had rotted away, eaten by the elements.

I felt oddly empowered, it cannot be emphasized enough. It was as if I was guided by whatever evil wolf spirit had taken residence in me during my conversion. Watching the others huddle together for warmth or looking lost, confused and angry triggered unfamiliar instincts in me. I had never been a leader as a human, but now, I felt a sense of duty. The problem was that I didn't really know what to do. The easiest way, I suppose, was to steal a car, but I counted at least ten of us, and it'd be a tough job fitting all of us in a vehicle. Not to mention I didn't want to hurt an innocent.

I made a quick mental inventory of who were in my little "pack": the angry brown-skinned young man. One silent black guy who kept watching my every move. Three women; two slender and the other bulky. Three average-looking white guys. One enormous man who looked like a bodybuilder. And then there was me, who I knew looked like a generic office worker, slightly overweight as a human.

_How'd that work anyway? How was I overweight as a human but pure muscle at the peak of ability as a wolf? Why did the fat have to return afterwards?_Alas, they were all questions for another time; I couldn't let myself get side-tracked.

I opened my mouth to speak: we'd have to get moving, and soon, before we were overcome by the icy weather. That's when I heard a truck pull up outside. All of us went quiet, listening.

"-our job to play fucking pest control-"

"-even reported this?"

"-look - this ruin - why would anyone-"

Security guards? Police? Could be anything. Fuck, have to think of a plan. I knew they'd find us very quickly, so I decided to reveal myself first. I stepped outside of the barn, holding my hands high in case they were armed. I turned out to be the right call; both were brandishing some sort of rifles. I didn't know anything about guns, but they looked like they'd fill me with holes very quickly. Both were clad in black, with a strange symbol on their chests and hats; a stylised plant of some kind, like a three-pronged stem with three flowers.

Both of them looked at me, and then at each other. "Who the fuck are you?" the taller one yelled. They didn't raise their weapons: understandably, I didn't look like much of a threat in human form.

I considered my next words carefully. As far as I was concerned, my old identity was gone; if these guys were somehow related to Ambicorp, or to whatever shadow organization controlled the supposed megacorporation that Emily had spoken about, I probably shouldn't say a single word about any of it.

"I just woke here, please help. The last thing I remember was a carjacking, and I don't know-" I improvised, trying to sound alarmed.

The shorter one walked closer to me. "Carjacking, huh? Because we got a report that there were some homeless people squatting this shithole of an old farm..." he told me, his face never changing expression. "But clothes aside you don't really look like you've been homeless. You alone out here?"

"Yes," I lied.

The guard - or man in black for all I knew - stepped even closer. "Yeah well, we have to do a sweep. If it's just you we'll take you home, if It's not-" he threatened. "-well, we'll have to do something worse."

He was standing directly in front of me, posturing to make sure I saw his rifle. I'm sure I'd have been intimidated, had I been only a human. I wasn't, but I made sure to act like I was; averting my gaze, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, while the second guard walked past me towards the barn. He kicked the front door open, expecting either nothing or a bunch of layabouts, but what he got was a crowd tackling him to the ground before he had the chance to raise his gun at all.

I didn't see any of that, but looking at "my" guard, I figured that was roughly what was happening. He raised his gun from his hip, but I brought my skull crashing into his face, throwing all my weight into a singular headbutt. It hurt like a motherfucker, but hearing his nose crunch into his face and feeling his body go limp was very much worth it. I still had no idea who these guys were, but anyone who'd drive homeless people away from unpopulated areas deserved to have their face crushed. Besides, the symbol on their uniforms reminded me of something, although I couldn't place it right then and there.

I looked back towards my p- my friends, although it would be dishonest to say I wasn't thinking of them as my pack at this point. They were standing around the other guard, who had been thoroughly disarmed and possibly killed, as he wasn't moving. An almost disgusting sense of pride swelled in my chest; a very primal, animalistic joy at having bested our opponents together.

"Well, well, well!" I heard someone say. I snapped around, facing the direction of the sound. It was Stephen, I think - although I didn't recognize his human face well yet - I could smell him now with how close he was, and he had a faint musk of the beast that had claimed me. I hadn't seen him since that night, and suddenly he was here, intruding on my moment of triumph. As a human, he wasn't much to look at; a fairly well trained average guy, with average clothes. The only remarkable feature was his long, black hair, which swayed in the winter breeze.

"This wasn't part of your test, but I'd say you did well," he laughed. I suppose seeing dead - or mostly dead - people was nothing new to him. "We'd planned for you to find your way back to the city, but taking out two WB security grunts? That's almost impressive, and you've got a van to take you back now..." he smirked.

_WB Security? Who were they? How'd they find us?_I wanted to ask Stephen, but then the loud guy who'd challenged me earlier started yelling at Stephen.

"You motherfucker!" he shouted, drawing Stephen's gaze upon him. "We could've died! Twice! Yesterday I had my guts hanging out, and today-"

That told me which of yesterday's wolves he was. The very first, who'd taken the initiative but had instantly fallen to my claws.

"-today you send some armed goons with fucking assault rifles at us? What kind of sadistic game are you-" he continued ranting.

Stephen walked up to him, past the rest of us. I noticed some of us were clearly making ourselves appear smaller in front of the alpha, instinctively averting our eyes, lowering our shoulders. I realized I was doing it too, and despite the icy winter wind I felt a blush painting my cheeks red. I also realized that perhaps, those of us doing such a display had been claimed by him personally. Maybe the curse enforced subservience, or perhaps it was the strange combination of human and lupine instincts that made us regard him as our alpha.

The angry man was clearly not one of them.

Stephen regarded him coolly, and then responded. "We are at war," he simply said. "In wars, you have to be ready to fight, but not once was it my intent to get any of you killed."

He turned around to face the rest of us. "You know by now that your bestial bodies heal almost any wound. The guards-" he gestured at the fallen. "-they would have hurt you, yes, perhaps badly, but their presence was not intended by us", he continued.

"I don't give a f-" the other man growled, and suddenly, with a hrk, he went quiet. Stephen's hand was around his throat, and even in his human body, he was strong enough to silence him.

"You will fall in line," our alpha growled in return. He held onto the twitching rebel for a few moments longer, and then released him, letting him draw breath, hacking and wheezing. The rebellious anger I could see in his eyes and smell on his scent was gone, replaced by fearful deference. He wouldn't say anything else for a while. I imagined him in his wolf form, tail between his legs.

Stephen turned to me. "Now, you on the other hand..." he took a step closer, his footsteps crunching in the frozen grass. I stood as if paralyzed. "You've done well," he acknowledged. "That means you'll be leading our next little operation. And... tonight, I think you've deserved a good breeding by your alpha", he whispered, in a hushed, low and seductive voice, close enough to me that I could feel his bulky erection pressing into my thigh. His presence and obvious arousal were intoxicating and infectious. Of course, thinking back, none of this was exactly normal, but the were-curse made everything feel like raw, primal sexuality, and we were all under its sway. My only regret then, was that it was too cold to strip my ragged clothes and have him mount me like a beast right then and there, in the open air, in front of my pack.

He stepped back, and I breathed out in a huff. My cock was aching threatening to pierce through the threadbare jeans I was wearing, but I had to ignore it for now. Stephen was addressing the others in my little pack now, and I found myself staring at the air dumfounded. Shaking it off, I went to check the "security guard's" pockets, and as expected, found the key to the van. I figured I should probably leave everything else as it was, and they might not have any leads to us. The question still remained, who were these guys? Must've been related to Ambicorp, somehow.

We got into the van. It wasn't fast or terribly luxurious, but compared to that nameless junker Emily'd taken me to the farm with, it was wonderful. I let Stephen drive; he'd been sleeping somewhere else, he'd told me, and actually gotten some rest. The rest of my pack climbed in the back, and we were off, just in time to hear the radio DJ wish everyone a good commute to work, to the tunes of classic rock. Mighty Wings, from the Top Gun soundtrack. Just how early was it? 6 AM? It was hard to tell with no phone or watch, and for a moment I contemplated that idea of werewolves like us living on the edge of society again, a few dozen years behind everyone else.

I wasn't really awake enough to get as pumped up as the song demanded, as my alpha drove, I dozed off. No reason to be awake, anyway; there was basically nothing between here and the city. Just endless twisting forest roads and then hypnotizingly long and straight highways the rest of the way.

I woke up at some point. I had no idea where I was and I couldn't see anything. I felt the van's seat, and with a little bit more blind fumbling, the rest of the interior. So I was still in the car, but the driver's seat was cold and I couldn't hear anything other than my own breath and heartbeat in the silence. Just how long had I slept? If it had been around 6 AM and it was this dark now, it must - no, I must be in a garage, I realize - either that or I'd slept over twelve hours. That wasn't unthinkable given how badly I'd slept the night before in that barn.

The question was why they'd left me wherever I was. A dozen ideas blurred together in my mind, in a way that was seemingly becoming the default state of my lycanthropic existence. Two thoughts crystallized, distinct from the others. Option one was that we were simply at or near our "lair" (I still hadn't gotten used to calling it that) and they'd left me in the car because of my obvious exhaustion, not wishing to disturb my rest. Option two was that they'd dumped the van to avoid "WB Security" surveillance or police attention, and had left me in it as another test. I resolved to punch Stephen on his wolfish snout, consequences be damned, if it was the latter.

I tried the door, and found it locked. Again, two possibilities: a test, or they didn't want anyone to disturb me. I figured we weren't going to ever move the van again regardless of situation, so I elbowed the glass with all my might.

Instead of the satisfying sound of shattering glass, there was a dull thud, and searing pain shot up my arm. If anything broke, it was my bones: I couldn't immediately move my lower arm at all. Cradling my arm and gritting my teeth, I understood that a security van probably had bulletproof glass. This left me with very few alternatives of getting out. In fact, I could only think of one: wait for my nightly transformation, and shred through the metal. I knew that'd work; I'd seen Stephen break through a heavily fortified security door at my old company. The question was how many hours I'd have to wait.

On one hand, if everything that the other werewolves had told me was true, I did, in a way, understand why all these tests were necessary. We would have to be tough, smart and capable if we were to defeat a literal evil megacorporation. On the other hand, it still pissed me off; I'd already proven myself, as far as I was concerned. Alpha or not, I'd tear into Stephen for this, and maybe Emily too; I could not - would not - tolerate this constant jumping from one terrible situation to another.

Sooner than I thought, I started feeling the familiar nausea of an incoming shift, but it was weaker than before, as I was growing more used to the sensations. I hadn't eaten anything for a long time, which helped; I still retched a few times, doubling over in the car, but then the physical changes took hold and I found myself suddenly aroused, and more lucid than before. Again, it was as if I was an outside observer, but feeling the fur sprouting across my body, that sense of primal sexuality started to overcome me. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as they turned yellow and animalistic, again, and I could see again, if only in black and white. As in a trance, I watched my clothes torn off by bulging muscles and bones, but for the first time, I could really focus on seeing how my cock was changing; the last times had been too painful or simply not given me the opportunity.

I was already fully erect, and it was as if my cock first became glued to my crotch, skin melding even as short fuzzy fur grew over it. Then, skin of my cock felt and looked as if it loosened; this was how a sheath was formed, then. My whole shaft was poking out of it, swollen as it was, and that "inner" shaft - the lupine cock contained within my sheath - was red and shiny, like the glans of a human cock. Simultaneously, there was a squeezing sensation, and the tip narrowed. My balls swelled up to at least twice their human size, filling up with infectious werewolf seed, eager to spurt into a willing or unwilling victim.

It took me a while to snap out of that state of mind, despite the cracking and twitching of my body, and then, suddenly, the changes were complete; I was, again, the wolf, with thoughts of hunting, of violence and of sex flooding my mind. The van had gotten very uncomfortable now; I was far too large to fit properly into the seat, and both my breath and that of the transformation had heated it up to disgustingly humid levels.

I took one swipe and the armored glass, and went through it like butter, sending clearly cut shards clattering onto the floor. Next, I took hold of the doorframe with both of my arms, and bent it as hard as I could, while pushing outwards. Slowly, but surely, the door bent outwards, slowly at the first, and as I growled - a war cry of sorts - the hinges suddenly snapped, and the door fell off the vehicle. I panted with the exertion, but at least it was better than my previous broken elbow.

I clambered out into the darkness. I hadn't had time to observe it now that I could see, but it was without a doubt a garage. Probably unused, given that I could only see one other car in there and it looked like it'd need a miracle to drive out.

And then someone ran at me from the darkness, making no sound that would've alerted me. It tackled me to the ground, belly-down. I could smell Stephen's musky scent around him, so I supposed this was just how werewolves played, and I didn't disagree. I was frustrated, but feeling his hardness rub against my tail and ass was also incredibly exciting. Just feeling him mounting me like that, like an animal, blanked out my human mind entirely.

Instead, even as he was holding my upper body down with his strong arms, so that my wolfish hole was presented to him, open and vulnerable, I found myself lifting my tail to give him what my horny alpha obviously wanted. In a way, it made me feel shameful, offering myself, like an animal, to get mounted and mated... like an animal. In a parking garage. Hardly the most appropriate or seductive places, but what did I care at that point? We both needed our lusts satisfied, and right now, we were both animals who cared little for human decorum, even though we occupied the same spaces they had just years ago. There's that thought again.

All of those thoughts were put on hold when I felt his jaws close around my neck. He growled something about having wanted to do this for a long time, but only now was he able to without hurting me. He was wrong, it did hurt a little, but it also triggered some ancient long-forgotten instinct in me, one to push my rear up for him more.

His way of making love - breeding, rutting, fucking, whatever you'd like to call it - was gentle, this time. As gentle as a massive beast like him could be, anyway. It felt as if I was no longer just a victim, but rather someone he regarded as part of his pack, just as I was slowly beginning to think of my little "team". He held his cock right at my willing sphincter, gently grinding into it to get the splashes of precum into me. He didn't need to do any if that; no matter how hard he drove into me, I'd heal. But he chose to get me lubed up first. I found myself whining for him to just go on with it and claim me again like we both deserved.

I didn't have to wait for long. He broke the mating bite for mere moments, and then, with a howl of dominance, heard by no-one except ourselves, he gave a mighty thrust and sheathed himself inside me, all the way to the barely swollen knot at his base. I moaned - a hrrmph kind of sound, mixture of both lupine and human moans, and pushed back against him.

It didn't take long time. We both needed this, and badly. I hadn't even had time to masturbate since I was turned, and Stephen felt like he hadn't had any release since then. Satisfied that I was lubricated enough, he began hammering away into me. In a strange way, it was romantic, the alpha and his submissive making bestial love like this; the grimy, dark surroundings didn't matter; nothing did, but his massive lupine maleness sliding in and out of me in search for his ecstatic climax.¨

With my claws digging into the floor and my cock bobbing freely in the open air, it didn't take long for my climax to hit, and neither did his. He slammed his knot into me, which made me see stars, and the sudden pressure on my innermost parts triggered my own animalistic release. I felt his thick, warm seed filling me, each throb of his cock against my battered but sensitive hole. Even the pain where his jaws were clamped around my neck scruff was a pleasurable sort of pain; it felt right. But then again, what doesn't feel right when you're in the throes of orgasm, splattering an already grimy floor with your seed?

And just like that it was over, for now. A quick relief for us both before whatever we were going to do later in the night. A promise of more to come, sealed in seed.

"Grrh, that's a good boy. Next time I'll make you beg," he growled, right into my sensitive ear. "But right now, we have work to do."

"Shouldn't you at least wait until..." I began, swaying my ass, drawing his attention to the fact that we were still tied. It didn't seem to matter.

"Not right now- hrrh," the aftershocks of his climax made him stutter. He was still pumping me full, even if the immediate climax had passed. It was a strange way of mating, I mused to myself. The frantic work towards an orgasm like a human, and then then tying your mate and continuing to fill him, albeit slowly, like a wild wolf. At least I thought that's how it worked; I wasn't an expert.

"Look, " he panted. "There is one loose end before we can strike. Your boyfriend, mate, spouse, whatever you'd call him - the guy you lived with - he's reported you as missing," Stephen explained.

I could see where this was going. I shuddered at the thought. Half in pleasure, half in disgust, and.... a third half in excitement. "You mean I'll have to-"

"Yeah, we'll have to turn him too," he said. "Now, mind you, that doesn't mean you go back to living together, you're with us now. Maybe one day in the future you will, but not now. We already have plans for him, just as we have plans for you. But..." he paused. I listened intently.

"...but, I think it's best if you do the honors. After all, it's time you get to put your beautiful cock to use-" he grabbed my still-erect cum-slickened maleness roughly. "-and besides, I think you deserve to feel the sheer euphoria of turning someone. A thousand times better than sex, or any drug, or any sex on any drug..." he trailed off.

Unfamiliar instincts told me he wasn't lying. If I'd been turned on while he rutted me, I was at least doubly so, now. It was my turn to spread our curse, and worst of all, I think I truly wanted to. Both as wolf and man.