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The serene chirping of crickets producing their nocturnal orchestra and the splendor of the full moon hovering above the sea blue starry sky could not calm the dire situation Rupert Wolfe was trapped in. The music of the wild could not help ease the pain still swelling his body, his twisted cut-up body making it nearly impossible for him to crawl let alone move. The light of the moon could not help him in his state, shown that he was in the open down the slope of a steep hill, the valley traveling ever downwards behind him where he could just see the buildings and lights of his small town below. Despite his location, Rupert prayed that a wondering passerby or fellow hiker could be near, calling out at the top of his lungs to mark his presences. But after almost an hour of shouting; his voice raspy and sore, unable to mutter more than a whimper or sob no assistances came.

Rupert was faced with a bone chilling fact; he was all alone in the woods, cold and weak with his body manned and battered from his unfortunate tumble down the slope of the hill. What strength he had after the fall and through his desperate cries only got him as far as three yards, barely reaching the next curve down the hills towards town. What's worse; he never announced his plans for a camping trip to anyone, having gone out in a huff due to problems at work and the recent unsettling evidence that his own wife might be having an affair with him. The woods was a second home to Rupert, a place his father and mother vacationed nearly every summer to get away from the frantic complexities of modern civilization. He learned how to pitch his tent, start his fires, and even hunt game for his dinner back when he was only 10 years old. Things were simpler back then, and with the issues Rupert had with civilization now coming out here in his wild huff was instinctive, packing his gear and driving off to a place where things were simpler.

Never did he ever conceive his second home would be the place he would die.

"Oh, god!" Rupert whimpered, unable to control his tears as he could feel this would most certainly be the end. "Please don't let me die out here. Don't let me fonder for the beasts of these woods. Give me the strength to escape this horrible fate. Lead me to salvation. Please...I don't want to die."

After his plea a sudden blackness came upon Rupert, feeling his consciousness slipping. Dozing back and forth from shutting to opening his eyes a faint black figure began to blur in his vision, appearing several feet beyond his broken feet. At first he thought he was seeing things, finding nothing stirring after the blur disappeared. It was then, forcing his head to raise and see over his chest, that he could see the beady yellow eyes, its feral sights piercing the last remains of his calm. As the moon began to rise higher above the trees its cascading light droned over the shadowy specter revealing the form of a wolf sitting patiently, observing the poor human in his horrid and twisted state.

"No," Rupert sobbed, dreading the now inevitable death. Rationally, Rupert knew it wouldn't be long for one of the meat eaters of the wild to discover his body, the bit of blood that oozed from his cuts and scrapes a delectable smell to any carnivore. This wolf just happened to find him first. His prayer would go unanswered as he feared, dropping his back against the dry dirt of the earth with fingers digging into it for one last struggle to move and evade. "God, I said I didn't want to die like this."

"Whether God exists or not, your deity apparently does not heed your longing."

A voice; a human voice. Could it be that someone finally did hear Rupert's fanatic screaming and cries for help? But if so; why did this feminine rescuer claim that his calls for help as gone unanswered? Rupert raised his head back up achingly, scanning his surroundings for any sign of the female voice that had appeared. His eyes darted back curiously at the black wolf still sitting where it lied and watching him with such an eerie human like amusement.

"Such a poor dear," the voice crooned; Rupert trembling in disbelief that it was coming from the flapping maw of the black wolf. "Inexplicably damaged in the middle of my woods, crying desperately for a miracle that; unfortunately for you, will never come...at least not from your own kind or your formless deity."

"You...you ta..." Rupert's voice could not carry the words he wished to say, too stun by the black wolf's ability to speak in his own tongue. Instead, his concern laid more with what the wolf was saying. Swallowing, Rupert asked timidly, "What do you mean 'by my own kind'?"

The black wolf; its muzzle lips pulled back wide into a humanlike smile, rose from her haunches and began to approach Rupert, quite startling swaying its rear in a form of a alluring strut. "I can assure you; you are the only human that dared to make its nest in these woods tonight. Yours is the only scent I smell. And by the way you bleed, it won't be long until other hungry creatures similar or bigger than me come strolling along, your warm blood making any ravenous carnivore devoid of sensibility and morals."

"And...you say you have some?" Rupert squealed coughing horribly as he rested his strained head back down, unable to keep it lifted much longer.

The black wolf, now standing by his side with her snout lowered close to Rupert's shoulder and neck, bellowed a wolfish cackle. "Not all of us are as brutish and dimwitted as you humans make us out to be. Of course, I will admit that I and members of my pack are very special wolves indeed. Something that makes us stands out among the rest of the wild animals."

"What, exactly, does that mean?" Rupert wheezed, powerless to not look away from the wolf's hypnotic golden eyes.

The black wolf murred in fascination, still posing her wolfish smile as she ran her leathery snout along the side of Rupert's neck; trailing behind his cheeks. Rupert gasped at the curious lupine's nose, feeling it sniff fondly over his dirty skin. The sensation wouldn't be as disturbing or frightening if this was done by a friendly domestic dog greeting for the first time. The way the wolf's muzzle caressed him it felt as if there had grown an awkward yet sensual attraction between the wolf and him.

"I could show you," the black wolf whispered, planting an animal kiss across Rupert's bruised nose, rising further suspicious of the beast's intentions. "It's not something we share with humans, unless they are willing. And before I can bestow this gift to you, you would have to swear to fulfill one promise to me.

"I...I don't think I want to know," Rupert whimpered, locked in a grimace as the swelling of pain throbbing all about him worsen. "Whatever your gift may be, I'm not certain I would like it."

The black wolf began to circle him as she continued to talk. "If you're worried for your eternal soul, then you may be right. Considering the new sensations and urges that would come with the territory you might lose your sanity. But do not think that you are the only human that has ever been offered what I am giving. Believe it or not, there are actually some of you that seek this; feeling that they are not longed to live the kind of life you humans live. They seek something simpler; primitive and free; loosening the chains that bind them to your rules of modesty and morals. They understand what it means to 'return to the wild from whence they came.' And we honor and welcome them, spiritual brothers and sisters of our pack achieving what your species seem to lack; salvation."

Rupert's mind, muddled a bit by the increasing pain that would not fade, was able to comprehend the proposal the black wolf was making. What she offered, and what she spoke of about the ones before him willingly accepting the same gift, left Rupert revolted. "Do you speak the truth? Are you saying there has been people that cast off their humanity to become beast of burden?"

The black wolf froze from in front of his feet, looking back to him with a cold appalling stare; her scorn quickly fading back to the pleasant amusement as before. "Is it that difficult to believe? You humans are still as much animals as I am. But despite your evolution to meddle with nature and create your ghastly creations of steel and cotton comforts there are some still swayed by the call of the wild and their longing to return."

The wolf reclaimed her sitting position back beside Rupert as before, resting a forepaw on his broken hand; too weak to pull back. "Take comfort in this knowledge," the black wolf resumed, "the humans that chose to become like us are at least granted the ability to return to humanity if they so wish."

Rupert's eyes struggled to make contact with the wolf once more, a new curiosity peeked. "You mean they can choose to remain human?"

"Yes," the black wolf agreed, "but you should know that being granted our spirit and power comes with a price. Though you can retain the ability to become human as you wish, your mind and body will adapt quickly to your inner wolf's instincts and urges. Trying to live a human life again will be difficult when you must deal with your animal instincts seeking and acting on its own accord. You may even pose a threat to yourself if you lose control and shift back to your animal form in the presences of your human people. It would be much simpler if you stayed with us in the wild, with your fellow wolves."

"But...I haven't agreed on anything," Rupert cried, choking back violent coughs, tasting even blood.

"You will," the black wolf predicted, "though I believe not because you want our gift and return to the wild. It will be because of your plead for life."

"My...*cough* *cough*"

"Yes. You see, becoming one of us does have its advantages. Unlike you humans, able to suddenly become frail and twisted so easily; having to seek medical attention from your doctors, those within our pack are endowed with a power no one not bestowed upon our gift would ever know. Not only will you feel primal strength and incredible stamina for many needs, but your body will heal from the most near to life-threatening wounds. Considering you predicament, you are only severely battered and bruised; your cuts to shallow to bleed out and your broken bones capable of healing in time, but without the help of your doctors and the fleeting possibility of rescue you will surely starve to death or be picked upon by the other animals in short time. Becoming one of us will save you; your body will return to its unharmed state and you will be able to walk out of these woods by the end of the night. You're life will be spared."

Rupert kept quiet, admittedly beginning to contemplate the black wolf's offer. He truly did not want to stray from heaven's good graces, not wanting to become a monster. But Rupert was weak; he surely did not feel that this was his time, for the cold boney grasp of the Reaper's hand to settle upon his shoulder and have his soul claimed to journey to the afterlife so soon. So many things left undone and unsaid, chances to redeem himself for his sinful ways and harsh decisions upon his family and friends fading away. But would he really sacrifice his humanity for an extension on his life?

"You promise...I can still live a human life if I wish?"

The black wolf nodded, "But remember, you will find it difficult to lead it after this night. And remember well, my gift to you comes with a price; the promise you must fulfill for me."

"What...what is this promise?"

The black wolf chuckled. "I'm afraid you must promise me my wish without question. I assure you though; once you become like us, fulfilling it will not be a problem."

The black wolf's enigmatic statement worried Rupert, the doubt of his decision weighing heavier as the beast's golden eyes glare mischievously upon him. But the searing pain of his shattered body was something he could no longer take, and if this gift the wolf offers can end the pain and restore any hope that he can live beyond this night...

"Will it hurt?" Rupert asked sheepishly.

"It will," the black wolf responded, "but only for a while. Normally our gift doesn't take hold even on this glorious bright full moon night. But because of your ruined body; when the power starts to heal your wounds it will also instigate your changes. Be harmed or threatened in any way causes your inner wolf to stir, physically and emotionally. It is why I warn you that continuing your human façade of a life will be quite difficult."

After another moment of contemplation, Rupert finally nodded understanding his position. "What must I do?"

"Are you absolutely sure you wish to become one of us?" the black wolf asked, her smile beaming brilliantly. Though flinching, Rupert nodded once more. "Good. Then all you have to do is lie still, and don't fight."

Rupert did as she asked, turning his head back up to the bright pale moon watching the world below it. For a brief moment he could see the luscious face of his wife, Samantha, her haunting yet awe-striking green eyes looking down upon him lovingly; the hurtful argument yesterday a thing of the past. Her face faded as Rupert was suddenly overcome with a sharp unbearable pain throbbing at his left shoulder. Eyes straining to look towards it he found the black wolf biting down viciously upon his flesh, stationed as she growled. Rupert yelled, his voice still weak from all his shouting, body contorting from the pain the wolf's bite inflicted upon him. The horrible sensation felt like hours before the black wolf released its fanged maw from his shoulder, backing away slowly as she sat back on her haunches, licking the blood trickling from her lips.

Rupert began to feel relief from the bite, breathing in raspy succession to calm his burning and sore lungs. A warm tingling sensation soon spread over his skin seeping into his muscles and bones, a mild form of rejuvenation the wolf had promised from his battered body. He could feel strength returning to his arms, audible sickly pops sounded as twisted bone realigned to its proper shape. Laughing, Rupert stretched out on hand to the moon, trying to capture the face of his wife once more.

"It's not over," the black wolf spoke, her tone carrying a sinister chuckle.

Rupert's body suddenly erupted with new pain, worse than the swelling after his fall. It felt like his entire body was revolting against him, pulling on nerves and twisting his bones worse than before. A petrify cry escaped him as he rolled onto his side, his hands clutching his stomach as he could feel the contents inside shifting madly.

"It hurts," Rupert wailed collapsing onto his back once more as his arms and legs flailed in spasms.

"I told you it would," the black wolf reminded him, "but I promise that future transformations, if any you choose, will be more thrilling than this."

The black wolf resumed her circling as she watched gleefully in Rupert's agony. The next cry he shouted was mixed with deep animal tones, his screams slowly beginning to turn into howls and snarls as the sensation of the transformation began to hurry its pace.

The tips of his fingers throbbed as Rupert felt his nails slowly peeling back, sharp animal claws replacing them. He could feel similar growth within his shoes, the wolfish talons poking at the ends looking to tear through the leathery hide. He suddenly began to feel each foot wiggle in the air, looking down his heaving chest to find the black wolf tearing and tossing his shoes and socks, relieving some of the pain of his changing feet.

"You won't need those, tonight," the black wolf said humorously. "I suggest if you still wish to return to your human world without ailing your notions of common decencies; you should remove your clothes now while they still remain whole.

As wise as her words were, Rupert could no longer think straight. His thoughts were blank as he could do nothing but consciously endure the pain this monstrous transformation was causing him. What thoughts did cross his mind seem to help distract Rupert of the agony, though they were thoughts that were normally unbecoming of a rational person; more of the mind of an animal. Hunger produced images of racing through these woods, hunting an unsuspecting woodland creature and viciously subduing his prey until all life was drained and he could feed to ease his hunger. Images of roaming and running through the woods and valley marked him with a abnormal sense of thrill and euphoria; the feeling of the earth beneath his paws the earthly scent of the wild fueling a primal adrenaline and excitement no human means of leisure can easily slate. The appearance of fellow wolves in these thoughts brought to Rupert a sense of joy and companionship, knowing how strange and sad it would be if his brothers and sisters left him behind.

"Don't fight it," the black wolf beckoned, returning to Rupert's side as he clamored to his hands and feet, their forms drastically changed closer to wolf-like paws. "Embrace it. You can sense how much more satisfying it is to give in to your baser instincts. Shed your humanity; return to the wild. Become a wolf and be set freed."

The black wolf's words, once frightening and suspicious now sung in his shifting wolfish ears like a lullaby. The pain of the transformation began to ebb, though it was still felt, as a new sensation riddled Rupert's being. Fulfillment; an inhuman and primal satisfaction. What part of Rupert's mentality that remained unaffected was baffled by how felt such an incredible personal gratification in having his body become more wolf than human. The sensation is so invigorating and pleasant; allowing the beast within to cleanse what feels like a natural born deformity, correcting his body and mind to something pure and wild. It grows into a welcoming desire, the beginning of a future addiction that Rupert will want to satisfy so badly. The pain of his shifting body and of losing himself no longer matters.

The only discomforts that plague him now were the clothes on his back and the feeling of how ugly his human body had become to him, one that would soon be rectified on its own; the other he had to deal with. The fur sprouting under his shirt and shorts itched madly, making him snarl fiercely for relief. Claws grasping the center of his shirt and tore away and tossed violently its remains, panting happily in the instant relief of his thickening brown fur encroaching to his entire body. Sitting upon his knees he frantically undid the button and zipper of his shorts, though locked in his thrashing state of mind he tried desperately to kick his shorts and underwear off him, bucking more like a horse. Rupert held still his trembling body as he felt the fangs of the black wolf snag the back of his shorts, pulling away as he lifted his legs to help guide her until he was finally rid of all of his human garments.

"Excellent," the black wolf said, racing back to Rupert's side. Her tail wagged excitedly against the side of his body, leaving a stimulating mark as Rupert began to desire further animal comfort from the shewolf. The need grew more as he looked back to the suddenly more captivating and beautiful wolf gazing back at him with similar infatuation. "Let it out. Let all your frustrations and desires out. Call to your brothers and sisters and let them know a new member of our pack as come."

Feeling the pent up pressure of his face explode, his nose and mouth pushing out into a snarly lupine muzzle, Rupert joined the black wolf howling to the sky, to the full moon shining brilliant above them. Howling in his new form and with such zealous energy surging frenziedly throughout his body Rupert was eager to sing once more, a radiant expression flaunting the black wolf's face.

Recovering from his second triumphant howl, Rupert stood tall where he was panting heavily from the exhaustion and exhilaration of his transformation and the primal anticipation of what his new urges and instincts beckoned him to do. His heightened senses took in unnoticeable wonders his human senses were so cluttered to perceive. His lupine ears listened closely to other instruments of the nocturnal symphony playing on; the conversation of avian residences, the serene babbling of a flowing river not too far from this area, the gentle whistling of the passing wind, and more. Scents and smells held a deepening attraction as well, swelling with content bliss of the earthly aromatic scents of the grass and trees, filtering clear air through his leathery nostrils than the smog and trash that poisoned most sprawling towns, and the game scattered around these woods riled his craving to hunt; to slate his need to stalk meaty prey to kill and feed. Monstrous ideas were now nothing more than natural urges he could not help but act upon.

Knowing full well, realizing his mind had remained clear even now changed into what he once called "a beast of burden", Rupert was unable to lie to his own self in how extraordinary the simple primal pleasures of being nothing more than an animal had become from his new perspective. It was almost ridiculous to why he questioned ever doubting in receiving the black wolf's gift. These woods were his second home, after all. Why shouldn't he be fitted with a form that better suited his needs and his tranquility in the wild? None of his fellow humans would ever be able to understand how being a wolf feels. It was indeed a life changing experience. Keeping his feral eyes to the moon, Rupert believed he knew now what it meant to be truly free.

"You've come to terms with your decision?" The black wolf spoke kindly, coming muzzle to muzzle with Rupert; rubbing affectionately to steal his attention. It worked; Rupert turned his gaze to the black wolf, again startled by the sudden overwhelming beauty the moon's light revealed, her dark fur coat shimmering under it. Drinking in all of her form he realized his changes had kept him somewhat large, a creature that was between the size of a man and size of a wolf. Otherwise, if not for certain physical features that left a faint vestige of his former human body, Rupert appeared as much as a wolf as the shewolf.

"It's...amazing," Rupert gasped, believing his words would not sound at first from his new animal form; delighted to find he could still talk just as well as before. "I don't understand how I can feel this way about being a beast; an animal. But I do; somewhere deep inside it just makes sense. It feels proper to roam this world on all fours; comforting enough to be warmed and protected by my fur. Feeling my claws, my fangs, and my new strength I have no fear of confronting danger; it is danger that should be afraid of me. Everything I hear; everything I smell excites me. Howling...all my pain and worries flowed away, like the river over the valley, just from howling."

"I'm overjoyed that you approve of you fate," the shewolf cooed, tenderly licking Rupert's snout a few times before she began to circle him as she had done many times tonight.

"I am worried about one thing," Rupert whimpered, lowering his head shamefully while his eyes stayed locked on the shewolf, unable to break the rising lure surfacing more and more. "Though I've hunted before; it was only for sport and survival. I know doing so as a wolf won't be any different, but I can sense a immeasurable thrill doing so, enjoying ending life so viciously in my claws and fangs; blissful indifferent in devouring the flesh and blood of my prey. Will this be how I see my fellow humans, as nothing more than cattle fresh for the hunt?"

His question went unanswered as the shewolf laughed quietly passing in front of Rupert, unblocking his view of the town below the moon. Her tail swiftly whipped against his face, tickling his snout as Rupert snorted and brushed the end of his muzzle with a forepaw. Distracted by this he yelped surprisingly, his rear and legs stretched out high as the shewolf's nose curiously sniffed between his legs. He could hear a hum of ecstatic sighing from her maw, turning his head to look back upon the intrigued wolf moments before her lapping tongue found its way under the furry sheath of his loins, yelping dazedly at the spark of pleasure the shewolf elicited. The feeling intensified as an intoxicating scent finally made its way into Rupert's nostrils, marked by the whipping of the black wolf's tail.

He knew this because the same scent was coming directly from the shewolf herself, its potency increasing no matter how far she was. It became something he craved, more demanding than the bloodlust of his future kills or his waning desire for this night to end and to find a way to become human once more. It induced the most primal and baser urges that all beings essential crave once if not constant in their lifetime.

And by the way his newly shaped wolfhood sprung to life, even if to only make a minor appearance from his sheath, the need was something he could not restrain; not in his new form and state of mind.

"Samantha," Rupert howled, trying desperately to picture his wife's face and beauty, the one he fell in love with at first sight. It was all he could do to fight the baser urges nagging him.

"Whoever you still pine for," the shewolf spoke somewhat harshly, reclaiming Rupert's interest, "if you truly wish to return to the human then she will still be there, waiting patiently if you're passion for her is as equal as hers. But you are not human; not anymore. Will she welcome you back in her arms even if she found out what you have become?"

"My wife..." Rupert began; pausing as the shewolf's words once again rang accurate. If controlling his inner animal would prove to be difficult how could he kept his beastly secret from Samantha? What if he changed while in the heat of their passion or another intense argument and suddenly became drunk with the need to kill and feed?

Then again, what if that was needed after the betrayal he knew existed.

Aggression filled his mind and body as he recalled the fight; how he had returned home from an exhausting and frustrating day at work to find Samantha brushing her vibrant blond hair, wearing her nightgown in the midst of the afternoon. The smell of rum and whisky wafted in the bedroom, knowing that neither Rupert nor his wife drank. The nail on the coffin came before nightfall, discovering a man's causal bowler hat hiding underneath the bed, an article that was certainly not his. She would not admit it but it was clear to him Samantha was cheating on him. On HIM! Snarling in untamed rage a scene played out in his mind, watching from his perspective shifted back into his wolfen state, tackling Samantha until his fangs tore through her neck enough to spill all her blood. The moment the violent daydream ended Rupert was immediately ashamed and loathing the humoring of his potential kill. He could never do that to Samantha, never! Still, knowing what she has done did not stop the current contempt he held.

"My wife...cheated on me."

"Then why do you continue to think of her as if still deserving of your love?" the shewolf questioned. "Better yet; why should she get away with satisfying her carnal lust with another man?"

Rupert spun to meet the shewolf face to face, again startled by the swiftness of the animal and her undying amorous affection she showered him with her warm and welcoming muzzle and mane. Instinctively; his tail began to wag wildly, expressing the rise of his eagerness. Unable to hold back his urges Rupert returned the shewolf's nuzzling, whining blissfully in the feel of her soft black fur against his face and shoulders. His paws stepped forward inch by inch, his sniffing nose begging to closer to the source of the potency of the shewolf's scent that made her so irresistible. Riding the rump of her legs the black wolf chuckled as she pulled away, turning the opposite direction as Rupert was given a clear view of her back. She did not wander far, only a foot away as the haunches of her hindpaws stretched, her rear extended and her tail flagged.

There was a pinkish swelling protruding from her fur, exposing the glossy entrance of her sex. The sight of it rose his temperature, panting rapidly in lustful excitement at the second offering the shewolf presented him.

"You're marital plight happens to help make your fulfillment of your promise to me easier. You see, I am in heat, a cycle where I am at my most fertile. I wish to become a mother; to raise my own brood. But many of the males in our pack are taken. I only desire to mate until I conceive. That is the promise you must fulfill."

"To mate..." Rupert droned; unable to speak with his salivating tongue lolled out, approaching closer to the shewolf waving her rump invitingly.

"Yes, to mate with me as many times as you wish until you bear me offspring. After that, you are free to return to your human world. But I do hope you will consider staying. Though I hold no contract that you must be my mate for life, you are welcome to use me as you please to slate any carnal lust you crave. The more I bear, the happier I will be. Use our union to release your dissatisfaction with your human mate; to partake in the same forbidden lust you hold disappointingly at her. Embrace your urges; let go of your inhibitions and mount me. Enjoy your first coupling as a wolf."

Rupert shook his head, a futile attempt to regain his composure and resist the shewolf's temptation, struggling to keep his sanity and remain as human as possible. He once again thought of Samantha and how giving himself to another woman would sully what was left of his devoting and trust to her. But it proved to be his downfall; the revelation that his wife had not been as faithful to him fueling the need to relieve the sexual tension burning within his sheath, aware that the black shewolf offered her furry body to quell his ravenous lust.

"Do not think or worry," the shewolf growled, displaying her restlessness to be mated. "Just act. Fulfill the promise to me. Plant your seed in me; quench our pleasurable desires. Do it now."

Thundering drumbeats of his heart and the heaviness of his panting echoed in his ears, drowning out the last of his rational thoughts; the earthly woods and the shewolf's pheromones adding to Rupert's final decision. Growling amusingly; standing less than an inch behind the black wolf, his nose sniffed and inhaled deeply her arousing pheromones, making his loins quake for stimulation. Instinctively or by his own desires, Rupert's tongue lapped the swelling of her sex, open maw grinning as he watched his concubine shudder and howl softly in pleasurable elation, pushing her rear against his licking muzzle. Her humanlike voice vanished as all that bellowed was yelps and howls, Rupert understanding each cry well; beckoning him to finish his tease and mount her.

His panting unsettled, Rupert climbed the back of the shewolf, buckling his arms and legs as he began to thrust madly seeking entry into her temple. A fierce snarl trilled from Rupert as the tip of his exposed wolfhood slipped into the lips of the shewolf's vulva, humping hard and fast to quickly rid himself of his pent up tension. When the shewolf cocked back her head the moment their sexes became intertwined he could see what could be best described as rapture for a wolf. Her tongue lolled its longest, her eyes rolling back slightly as she looked lost in the sea of sexual stimulation thrust behind her.

So good Rupert's thoughts howled, slurred in nearly incoherent sentences. So wonderful. Shewolf warm. Fill her with my seed. Make her howl with me. Make her how...how...how...

Muzzle open wide Rupert lashed his fangs deep into the nape of the shewolf's neck, returning the earlier favor. The shewolf violently shuddered, letting out deeper howls than before, both mixed in pain and passion. He held his grasp as he continued to pump frantically; feeling his wolfhood complete its erection and feeling the tip of his penis become engorged and swollen. The tightening of the shewolf's sex sealed the bond between them, a lupine knot that neither could break until their session was finished. There was no turning back though neither one of them would consider to let up. Rupert's climax approached and he planned to cum all that he could produce in their mating.

His fanged grip loosened as he too began to feel his body quiver in intense pleasure, cocking his head back as he gazed into the starry night sky, catching a glimpse of the moon still rising behind him. Its presence made the sensation more powerful, feeling its rays affect him in a way where their current coupling increased twice as much. This was a feeling Rupert wished he could remain in, a perpetual state of sexual bliss. The swelling in his loins reaching its threshold made him beg for this moment to last a little longer, but he was just relieved as his wolfhood trembled in pulsated, draining the excess of his stored seed into the womb of his mate. The two sung another chorus of howls, announcing the end of a gratifying mating.

Their panting never ceasing the two collapses forward, exhausted from the brash copulation. The euphoric bliss of their mutual sexual pleasure continued to burn for minutes longer as they rested, the shewolf pressing the top of head and muzzle affectionately under Rupert's maw. He smiles as his mate's afterglow elicits a strong sense of pride over his dominance, seeing he has satisfied the shewolf greatly.

"Stay with me," the shewolf murmured, looking back to Rupert with alluring feral eyes. "Forget about your old life. Our mating spoke of senseless frustration in the human world. Do you really wish to return to that?" The black furred shewolf began to rouse from her place, the loosening of their sexes unlatching each other as she slipped away under Rupert's body and stood back on all fours. Rupert clamored to his paws, dazedly watching the shewolf as she remained where she stood, tail flagged once more to display her sex, glancing back with intent of an encore.

"I...I shouldn't," Rupert stuttered; even he heard the hesitation in his voice.

"Leave the bitch," she barked, her face piercing with the daunting calm gaze as any wolf. Her mischievous grin returned shortly after. "She was disloyal to you, unfaithful. She doesn't deserve your love anymore. Besides, there is no guarantee our mating tonight has sowed your seeds fully within. You must stay with me until the end of spring."

"And if you are not pregnant then?" Rupert demanded.

The shewolf looked taken back by his tone, possibly disappointed. "If I am not with pups at the end of spring, then you are free to go only until the next spring season. When I am in heat again you will know, and you must return to me to fulfill your duties. But please, do not think upon this as a chore. You mate very well as a wolf; maybe even better than when you were a mere human. Whether you bare me pups or not before the end of spring, take this time to become accustomed to your new life. Learn the ways of the wolf and roam with my pack. I'm certain you will grow to love it. And after all, you are welcome to relieve your longing upon anytime; I relish the opportunity."

Rupert's head began to bob and drift as his nose drank the shewolf's arousing scent once more, the shewolf herself laughing quietly as she began to hurry off back into the woods. Drawn by her scent and the return need to fornicate Rupert began to follow, keeping a close track of the shewolf's movements. He stopped to look back once at the view of the town below, the realization that his human life was practically no more sinking in left an ache in his heart. As much as the animal desires have become more comforting and inviting to act upon, he knew he would miss many things that he was forced to leave behind. The fact that he could assure himself that this was only temporary; that he would choose to find a way back home proved little doubt that he was stuck as a wolf forever. Thinking of Samantha one last time, ignoring the fight and bitterness of their last time together, Rupert let out a mournful howl; only wolves he belong to now would understand the ill-fated message to his beloved below, apologizing for whatever reason he could not have done to satisfy his wife when had the chance. Closing his eyes briefly in sadness, Rupert shook his head and snarled; his animal self taking control as he chased his new mate into their woods, savoring the moment they would mate again.

_ ** Many Years Later...** _

Tyler wanted to howl so badly the moment he got out of his car and stepped into the crisp clean and earthy atmosphere of the woodland park, sniffing frantically to capture all the aromatic scents of pine and oak and bark, even the dirt. A jolt up his spine made his shoulders spasm, feeling the urge to hunch forward wanting to drop down to his hands and knees and start racing into the woods, wanting to roam and explore the wild; to finally let go of his inhibitions and let the wolf inside him run free. Tyler might be refraining from howling, but his voice carried low inaudible growls only he could hear; growing anxious.

The trilling of a engine snapped Tyler out of his primal trance, leaving him wound up and breathless; working hard to keep his tongue inside his mouth before he went into heavy panting like the animal within him. He watched the struggling vehicle finally kick in, smog puffing from the car's exhaust as it pulled out of the parking space and bounced its way out of the premise leaving behind a trail of the toxic black smoke. Tyler, waiting for the last car left besides his in the lot to leave, covered his face to block out the smell. It was bad enough the smog already reeked; the smell was ten times worse to his senses. No longer feeling or fearing the presence of other people wandering about Tyler's growl returned and grew louder, it's excited tone replaced with vicious scorn.

Fucking pollution wagon Tyler thought angrily. His eyes darted to his own car, a beat up but young sedan that occasionally coughed out its own clouds. He didn't like it, preferring to walk and run by the strength of his legs and feet, but it was an early graduation gift from his mother and he couldn't object. Plus it was easier to get to work at the distances he had to travel, despite the fact he hated his job with a passion. Everything down there sucks. It just isn't for me. Out here; in the few parts of nature that we haven't fucked up, I feel more at home. Maybe that's why I'm changing. Maybe that's why I feel like I'm better off living like a wolf.

Feeling the inside of his mouth throbbing Tyler removed his covering hands and licked his teeth carefully. His canines were lengthening; his fangs setting in. Normally something like this out of the open would get him into a panic, not wanting anyone else to catch glimpses of his transformation. But there wasn't anyone around now; Tyler was the only person left at the entrance to the national park...at least he hoped. In either case he couldn't help it anymore; Tyler grinned as he played with his lips and teeth, enjoying the unusual primal satisfaction. Embracing his fangs began to put into effect multiple swellings at his fingertips and toes, knowing what was attempting to come next.

Ok, gotta control myself; even if there isn't much more after that. I'm out in the woods finally. If I'm really going to turn into a werewolf I want to at least get as far in as possible...just in case.

Having to bite down on his fangs the irresistible sensation, clenching his hands to calm and subdue the urge Tyler focused back to grabbing his camping gear out of the back of his car. Swinging his pack behind him it struck Tyler as odd knowing there should be more weight; more supplies than what he brought. He wasn't much of an outdoorsman, like his grandfather long ago was. Considering he only planned for a one or two night stay in the woods he hoped his tent and sleeping bag, some change of clothes, and a few packages of trail mix and jerky would be enough to keep Tyler satisfied.

Considering what's happening to me, I might just cave in and try hunting. I know I want to; the urge is so strong. Might be sick thinking this way, but I can't wait to kill something.

A eager growl escaped his voice as he stretched his neck, feeling the vertebra at the top of his spine tingling and pressing against his skin.

Tuning out his beastly urges once more Tyler shut the back door and locked his car with the electronic lock. He looked back through the driver window, observing the "not as reliable but at least it's some protection" Club locked onto the steering wheel, scoffing at how he has heard of the various car thefts in this current era have been committed with no help from the plastic stick in stopping it. Tyler also looked over the top of the dashboard, his little emergency note resting all crumpled and worn. He probably shouldn't have stuck it in his pocket.

"Just in case," Tyler muttered, a light amount of dread coming over him as he thought about the possibility of something really happening to him; how upset and saddened his mom would get if she thought her baby boy had gone missing or worse. The note basically summarized that if his car was left in this parking lot for a said amount of time to please contact his mother. It's not like he could just upfront tell his mother that he believed he was turning into a werewolf and that there was a possibility he could go on a killing spree and eventually be killed to stop his reign of terror or that he simply couldn't transform back and was trapped to roam the woods for a while or maybe even forever.

There was a lot to think about when you decide to confront the inner animal surfacing from within and not knowing exactly how to handle it towards the ones you loved...or at least unconditionally respected.

Brushing back his hair, still feeling the pinch at his fingertips, Tyler took a deep breath and began his trek into the park, following the path that would lead him to the public campgrounds. It was when he would reach that area Tyler would keep going; following the same trail his grandfather took until he was enough out in the wild to tempt his abnormal fate. Mustering more strength in his legs to hike the hill leading to the campgrounds Tyler wondered if he would come across the spot where his grandfather had his accident.

Tyler wondered if he would fine the woodland gorge; the one where one end continued deeper into the woods while the other showed a remarkable view of the town below. The place where his grandfather; Rupert, accepted becoming a wolf.

* * *

The tent was a bitch to put together, but still a prideful joy once Tyler was sure it was sturdy and secure. Disheartened that he couldn't recognize any signs of where his grandfather had taken his nasty tumble down the hill, and with the day quickly beginning to end Tyler felt it was best to finally settle at a spot where he could turn in when night came...if he could sleep at all. If the wolf inside him had other plans, like it tend to the last few times, he was sure he wasn't getting any sleep tonight. This was most likely true considering he was coming out here on a full moon.

After stuffing his pack inside the tent and sneaking out some of his jerky to munch on Tyler took a brisk walk further in the woods, eventually finding himself near the edge where the land sloped, big time. Unfortunately, it wasn't the same steep hill that led into the grassy gorge overlooking the town. The bottom was shielded by thick oaks. The scent was all wrong too, amazed at how he could remember the smell of place so well from a dream.

"I wonder if the pack is out here still." Tyler said, muffled by the chewing of his dried meat.

How Tyler had come to know about his grandfather's fate and potential the reason to his own lycanthropy came from the recent dreams he had been having; occurring the same time as he became aware of the minor physical changes every night. His grandmother's story about how she was horrified that a wild wolf had intruded into her house one full moon night, the same night her husband Rupert disappeared off the face of the earth only verified how real the events of his dreams were. Grandma Samantha always did say how Grandpa Rupert had become so wily and beastly ever since his accident in the woods. She blamed it on the startling length of time her husband had been lost within these woods, nearly been gone for three months, close to the start of summer that year.

Only Tyler understood why, realizing he was sharing his grandfather's fate. The only difference between them though was how Tyler wasn't afraid to embrace it. He was certainly afraid when he became of aware of the growth of his fangs and claws, and other faint bodily changes that appeared more wolf than man. Only when Tyler accepted the fact he wasn't dreaming and aware he was still in control that the fear left him. When the full moon came each other month, his animal urges would grow stronger; sensing his body wanted to continue his changes and become a full fledge wolf, and sensing how comforting and pleasurable the idea of being a wolf soon twisted his thoughts Tyler would stand by his window under the moon's light and wait for the moment, feeling the need to howl his excitement rising within his throat. But it never happened, it the lack of complete metamorphosis began to daunt Tyler. He began to figure his modesty is what held back the animal, not wanting to stir his mother or the neighborhood and to be discovered not knowing how his small but visible form of lycanthropy would be taken. There was no way he was going to be sent to a doctor to be prodded about or become a sideshow exhibit, or even worse.

But it was safe out here; in the wild. Looking over the lower level of the woods; taking in the earthly scents and listening to the endless solace music of nature, Tyler was free to do what he wanted; to let the wolf do what it wanted. There weren't the eyes or ears of human society watching his every move anymore, the only witnesses to his potential rebirth being the wildlife roaming these woods. And they would either accept him as another member of the wild, or they would soon find themselves tonight's late night dinner.

So many different scents. So many different creatures to hunt and feed. So exhilarating.

A shrilling snarl bellowed from Tyler's voice, growing louder as the urge to howl returned building in his chest. Feeling safe this far in the woods he finally obliged his instincts, howling happily as he let out his primal passion; calling to the wolves roaming the woods. Perhaps coming into contact with a fellow wolf would spark his changes; make it eventful enough to complete transformation.

The throbbing at his fingertips worsened, no longer able to hold back the ebony claws ripping away his nails. He could feel the same growth within his shoes, poking through his socks and causing some constriction. Tyler gleefully slipped out of his shoes and removed his torn socks, wiggling his talon grown toes and digging them into the soft grassy earth. The path back to the tent wouldn't be too tough on his tender feet, though wishfully hoping for padded paws didn't hurt. Brushing back his hair Tyler felt the tip of his ears having produced pointed ears, shaped more like an elf though the tips were warmed with lightly grown fur. Tyler laughed as the starry sky took form, noticing how his vision adjusted quickly, outlines of objects much more vibrant even when obscured in shadow. His eyes must have taken its feral golden hue.

"Why did grandpa hate this so much?" Tyler questioned, tongue lolling out into a pant.

As the urge to howl again bubbled in his throat the name of his grandmother echoed in his mind in a haunting melancholy voice; his grandfather's. Repressing the urge he began to remember his dreams; recalling how desperate his grandfather tried to hold on to the thought of his wife, to retain his humanity while becoming an animal. Samantha was the one link that kept his grandfather feeling as human as possible even after his transformation. A hint of loathing had formed in Tyler's heart after the dreams exposed his grandmother's likely affair, though she never admitted it. As much as there was still love for her, Tyler wondered why his grandfather remained so faithful to Samantha.

Maybe grandpa thought he could fix it; he loved grandma that much that he was willing to work something out. Maybe he prayed one more time for things to go back to normal if he managed to escape his fate.

In any case, Rupert had somehow managed to return home and he and Samantha continued living together. After all, Tyler's father wouldn't have been born and neither would he. But if his grandmother's story was accurate, Rupert couldn't suppress his inner wolf and eventually changed back; discovered by his wife and forced to run away. Whatever happened to him is a mystery. But what was happening to Tyler now no longer was. His grandparents must have made quite an amends when he returned; his father having been born a short time after Rupert's accident and life-changing event. The one thing that Tyler questioned was whether his dad ever went through these same changes and urges.

That would also remain a mystery; his father having passed away only a year after Tyler was born. His mom never mentioned anything about his father acting peculiar or animal-like. If there was something she never brought it up or thought it might have been all in her head.

Thinking about his mother made his wolfish urges subside for a bit, remembering the morbid little note he had left on the dashboard of his car.

If this car has been left out here for over a week, something has happen to me and please call my mother.

Suddenly, the idea of willingly embracing his inner animal felt hurtful and selfish. Albeit Tyler didn't really have real friends or a steady relationship to keep him tethered to wanting to remain human, but if something did happen to him; turned into a monstrous killing machine or simply swayed to live as a wolf for the rest of his life, how well could his mother take it? She might not be the best mom in the world; lax and unmotivated to truly improve her life ever since his dad died, but Tyler was the one tiny beacon of light that brightened his mother's mood just knowing she's raised a loving and kindhearted son.

Would she still love me if her loving kindhearted son was a monster; an animal in disguise?

Having taken in enough of the outdoor woodland view Tyler began to somberly make his way back to his tent, contemplating all the decisions he has and was making up to this point. The woods had grown quieter; some crickets beginning their chirping orchestra early. A light breeze made the tops of the trees dance, blowing in fresh air and strong aromatic earthly scents that helped rekindle Tyler's animal urges and longing. Looking up to the trees as he inhaled deeply through his nose he caught sight of the full moon beginning to ascend to the heavens. Strangely, as much as its presence stirred him Tyler began to yawn, feeling a bit exhausted from his hiking.

Guess I can at least catch a few Zzz's...if the wolf let's me, that is.

* * *

Visions of the full moon floating high in sky rippled like gentle currents in a stream. These ripples stole Tyler's attention from sight to the next, finding himself now in the presence of the black shewolf. She sat a short distance from him as similar as when she met his grandfather, the ripples changing his perspective suddenly to the wolf now stand over him, affectionate kissing with lapping tongues. Another twist in his perspective found him cuddling the wolf in his arms against his chest, nuzzling amorous as the shewolf panted and whimpered jubilantly. Another returned to them exchanging primal kisses, their voice heated with huffs of growls and yelps. All throughout Tyler could smell in the rousing air, intoxicated by a scent he remembered drove his grandfather mad with sexual longing; finding he was falling under its spell as well. His eyes was suddenly upon the moon again, his perspective shaky as he realized his body lied upon the shewolf, limbs clenching to stay balanced and mounted as he humped vigorously and wildly into his mate.

He could see his own face as he continued to mate, watching as if a voyeur enjoying the erotic show as his face echoed sickly pops and wet stretching; his mouth and nose pushing out and shaping into a lupine muzzle. Despite locked in this view he could feel his entire body shifting as he mated, feeling his hands and feet become paws; his spine lengthen and sprout a excited wagging tail; his fur growing and spreading over his skin; his loins matching the extremities of his animal self, the tip engorging and forming the knot that will keep him and the shewolf bound until the end.

The ripples brought Tyler's vision above him, angled so he could gaze upon him and the shewolf as they neared their climax, witnessing the animalistic blissful expressions upon their lupine faces. He was like his grandfather now, transformed into a large brown wolf; smaller than a human adult but bigger than a normal wolf. There was little thought of what he used to be, his instinctive mind only focused on the moment of relief and the pride of gratifying his mate and bearing her future pups. Tyler, seeing this as both the voyeur and himself as the wolf was conflicted with various emotions; horror, disgust, exhilaration, pleasure, concern, euphoria. Ultimately, Tyler's positive emotions weighed the heaviest, overwhelmed with pride as he came inside the shewolf and the two howled harmoniously as one.

Tyler...

A pleasant feminine voice called his name as Tyler suddenly found himself inside his tent, howling his sexual passion as he broke out of his dream. Sitting up alert and wired; panting from the exhaustion and thrill of his false copulation he blankly stared through the zipped up doorway, attempting to recall the images of his dream. It was a bit of a surprise; his werewolf dreams has always been about his grandfather and the pact he made with the black wolf, but she came for him this time. Though it did not match her mischievous voice Tyler was sure it was the wolf in his dream that called out his name at the last second, beckoning him to stay.

Stay...I want...

Tyler bellowed a low wearisome snarl, a part of him wishing it hadn't been just a dream. But perhaps it was better it was; he had embraced his fate there and then without considering what he was leaving behind. His grandfather had little choice other than dying; Tyler could leave anytime and continue his life unaltered.

Could I, really?

Removing his eyes from the end of the tent Tyler finally looked over himself, light of the full moon reflecting off the material of his tent helping his feral eyes adjust to the night quickly. Looking over his hands Tyler was stunned yet strangely elated to see that more changes had occurred than it has before; the back of his hands coated with a light patch of brown fur, his palms elongated slightly and his fingers becoming stubbier and more pawlike as a thick dark calluses formed underneath; the pads of his paws.

It's hard to work my hands now Tyler thought, noticing how his fingers could barely flex; his thumbs shrinking their way into becoming his dewclaws. But...this feels right. They should be like this. I only need my hands to swipe and paw; to carrying me across the wild.

His mind sinking back into his inner wolf's way of thinking Tyler growled excitingly, letting out a bark as he resumed his panting. Adrenaline coursed in his veins; his fatigue faded away. He was riled, eager to get out of his triangular stuffy shelter and race off into the woods, getting his much needed exercise and stimulation his inner wolf craved.

I can't stay in here. I need fresh air. I need to smell the earth. I need to roam, to run free.

His mind made up, Tyler frantically unzipped his sleeping bag, immediately feeling relief from the itchy cotton fabric sweltering his belly and legs. It occurred to him how unnecessary it was; even having decided to sleep in the nude his own body temperature was hotter than ever providing some comfort from the brisk chill of the woodland night. Perhaps this heat stemmed from his fur hiding underneath his skin, waiting to blossom and coat Tyler's body. Small patches had already sprouted; riding up the center of his belly and over his thighs, the same thick patches covering his feet. Flexing those he noticed how they had also stretched slightly; his toes shaped rounder and almost in identical size as real hind paws. Rolling onto his hands and knees relieved some pressure building at the base of his spine, sensing his tailbone trying to wiggle and lengthen. A mixed yelp and whimper intruded his anxious growling, the pressure still growing above his rear making Tyler crave his tail like crazy.

Can't be a wolf without my tail.

Crawling to the doorway Tyler struggled with the zipper, his pawlike hands making it difficult to grasp the tiny handle. Opening it halfway, enough to squeeze through, he hurried out and stepped onto the dirt and grass. The earth against his hands and feet made Tyler shudder in content, smelling the nocturnal scents increasing his untamed desires.

So nice Tyler wondered; his thoughts beginning to slur as his intelligence slowly shifted to baser thoughts. Wild smells good. I feel good. Want to run. Want to howl. Want...want to...

Tyler's nose quickly began to detect something interesting, a musk coming not too far off. His primal mind identified the smell, making him salivate; his stomach growling as he did in excitement.

Want to hunt.

Standing up on his digitigrades, Tyler let out a beastly snarl as he dashed towards the source of the smell, racing cautiously as to not scare off his meal.

* * *

Before long, Tyler found himself peeking behind a well placed bush, observing a male deer forging. This one was adult; its antlers having just grown out but able to cause server damage if it decided to defend itself. Tyler wasn't worried about it, feeling too confident that his attack wouldn't be seen before it was too late; too hungry to care about his well-being. His body beamed with exhilaration, his fanged mouth desperately wanting to pant but suppressing it to keep silent and stealth. It was just a matter of time before it felt right to strike; his claws digging eagerly into the earth.

A small confliction stirred in his mind as Tyler remained hidden, his primal instincts and his human rationality bickering over his current behavior and actions. The buck's scent and the beating of its heart fueled Tyler's need to kill and feed; to slate his appetite for meat. It didn't feel wrong, if not a bit disturbing to be eager to kill and tear apart a living creature. But this was how wolves hunt, and essential this was part of the cycle. His rationality; though, stated how unbecoming this matter was, almost fiendishly bringing out the image of his mother in his head in an attempt to shame Tyler.

I don't want to kill aimlessly...but this isn't aimless. It's hunting...and I'm hungry. Need to feed. Need to kill...

Rousing his body to prepare to pounce; mouth agape as he breathed out a low ravenous snarl, another scent suddenly stole his attention. It came from behind, and it wasn't just another wild animal. Its scent was intoxicating and pleasurable, filling him with a different need other than food.

I...I recognize that scent.

Turning his head over his shoulders Tyler was stunned at the dark creature that slowly and silently approached him. The moonlight shined over its black fur coat, creating a mystifying golden yellow glow from its feral eyes that made Tyler shudder in frightful amorous awe. Its appearance was unmistakable; the black shewolf from his dreams now stood next to him side by side, gazing upon him with a quiet joy.

Transfixed and jubilantly bewildered by the black wolf's presences Tyler could no longer suppress his panting, heaving heavier in his excitement. The shewolf affectionately nuzzled beside his cheeks and neck, licking his flared and grayish tinted nose.

"Patience," the black shewolf whispered. "We don't want our meal running off, do we; after all the trouble you went through to stalking it?"

Though Tyler's amazement magnified hearing the wolf speak to him as well as any human; much like the shewolf that came to his grandfather, he obeyed and forced his tongue back inside his mouth, whimpering softly trying to suppress his excitement once more. The shewolf was pleased, nodding in approval. She began to walk away, looking back to Tyler as her head nodded and eyes darted. Tyler could understand her body language in his state of mind, realizing the shewolf was to circle around and help capture their prey. From her commands he realized the shewolf would surprise the buck and force it to escape opposite of her, where Tyler would be waiting to attack. The anticipation was maddening.

For a few minutes Tyler watched eagerly for the chain of events to occur, growing ravenous the longer he was forced to simply stare at his dinner. The moment the shewolf leapt from her hiding spot and the buck staggered Tyler readied himself, claws flexed and fangs bared as he rose onto the balls of his hands and feet. The plan had taken a minor setback; the buck was holding its ground and was preparing to rush the shewolf bucking frantically as it started to lower his antlers.

Don't you hurt her! Tyler mentally shouted; verbally snarling as he sprinted from behind the bushes, lunging with his claws outstretched and his mouth wide and salivating.

The buck only caught a glimpse of Tyler, its baffled gaze possibly wondering what a beastly deformed human was doing pouncing it like a wolf before Tyler's fangs snared its neck and his claws slashed violently over its back and sides. It only managed to buck wildly once before the black wolf joined Tyler, their combined strength and ferocity toppling it to the ground. It bleated the last of its breath as Tyler and the shewolf's maws crushed its neck and silenced its life.

Tyler pulled back slowly, panting as he examined his vicious deed; amazed at how easily and thrilling it was to take down such a strong and tall animal. Regret mildly surfaced in his chest as he felt sorry for what he had done. Tasting its blood and the small chunks of its flesh as he licked his lips and cheeks though brought back the sense pride and content in his kill. His eyes having been closed as he drank the experience he felt the black furred shewolf's tongue lick his face tenderly, opening dreamily as he returned her wet kisses; his clawed deformed hands stroking the mane and shoulders.

"My my," the shewolf giggled, "do we have a wolf in our midst."

Heavy panting continued to stricken Tyler as the shewolf turned and circled the dead buck, sniffing ecstatically as she looked up to him. "We have much to talk about, Tyler," the shewolf said; Tyler's eyes widened, stunned yet overjoyed to know she knew his name, "but for now, we feed. We don't want our meal to spoil, do we now?"

Nodding compliantly, Tyler crawled around the carcass and sat next to the shewolf, her face beaming gleefully as the two gazed into each other's feral eyes amorously before she returned to ripping off the buck's underbelly and exposed the flesh and muscle of the poor animal. The sight of raw bloody meat; its smell, gripped his stomach tightly hearing it growl painfully for food. He stuck his face close the stomach, eyes darting back to the shewolf as she hastily devoured who share, spilling entrails.

This is what I want? Tyler's mind questioned, renewed disgust plaguing his emotions. Can I really enjoy killing night after day? Can I even stomach eating something like this raw and...bloody?

Opening his mouth wide sounding a low growl Tyler took his first bite, chewing cautiously and letting the taste sink in before he allowed himself to swallow. The raw taste and the delectable smile stretching over his face answered his question.

This flesh...so...juicy. So tasty...

His worries ebbed as he discovered his palate was more than just fine with the taste. Swallowing contently, Tyler eagerly stuffed his face scrapping and biting off as much as he could chew, moaning in delight at how delicious this buck's flesh was to his taste buds. It was also a startling rush at how stimulating it was to feed so wildly, nearly embarrassed to feel that his excitement was starting to arouse his loins.

"You're first meal?" the shewolf asked Tyler, looking down at the wolf to see how amused she looked.

"Yes," Tyler huffed, growling as he returned to devouring his portion vigorously.

The shewolf continued to watch him as he fed, tail wagging as she began to pant in her own excitement. "Looks like my search ended much sooner and easier than my mother's," the shewolf muttered, "and with a very desirable outcome, too."

A short amount of time passed as the two feasted on their catch, literary emptying the buck's stomach and nibbling on its legs. The full moon appeared directly above them, showcasing the two wolves to the heavens. Its light pulled Tyler away from his meal; his appetite diminished as is, as he gazed up at the moon. A strong sense of shame came over him as he glanced back to the dead buck, half eaten by the shewolf and him. It was unbelievable that Tyler was actually capable of this; taking joy in the kill and feeding to his heart's content. Focusing on the moon again; though, the shame melted away reminding him of an impossible fact becoming a reality.

I am a wolf. Hunting, killing, and feeding for survival; for subsistence within the wild is a part of my nature. Being raised human I do feel sorry for ending this deer's life, but I was hungry; only fresh meat can satisfy this carnivore. It is only natural, not abnormal. I am a wolf, after all.

Light tremors and spasms quivered over his body, baring his fangs as the sensation he had been waiting for to come back finally did. His skin was on fire; an insufferable itch spreading. His muscles rippled and tensed; his bones ached and cracked. Cartilage and flesh sluggishly but surely began to remold. This was it; Tyler was changing further and his humanity may in fact see its last day.

I'm not scared. I know I'll still be me. I just favor the wolf more than the human. I feel comfortable and alive out here; I feel free.

Tyler's voice trilled with anxious snarly, unable to move as his body began to show signs of transforming. A grimace formed over his face as discomfort swelled massively, feeling the bones and flesh of his nose, jaw, and cheeks starting to protrude and push out; his flat teeth sharpening and lengthening into more carnivorous sets. Tugging revitalized over his ears; earlier having formed animal points, now feeling them pull tightly as if being dragged away by a school teacher or his own mother in punishment. Their shapes widened as the tips became longer and sharp, the skin coated with thick and coarse brown fur as they slowly slid higher above his head.

A soft whimpering expressed the mild pain behind his back; his spine arching at the top of his neck as it began to lengthen at its tailbone growing out from behind his rear. His shoulder blades cracked and pop like his vertebra, feeling them fold slightly inward while pushing his arms out further to straighten his future quadruped posture. His rib cage expanded alongside the fold of his shoulder blades, the shifting of his lungs and heart and other insides daunting to Tyler's physical stamina having to take heavier pants.

Oh god! Tyler screamed in his mind. I didn't think it would be this painful. This was a bad idea...but it's too late. I can't stop...I...won't stop. So close...to being wolf.

His feral golden eye not let broken its trance from the moon, Tyler began to feel the changes streaming down to his lower body as thin patches of long brown fur began to cover his shoulders, back, and chest; a short mane thickening behind his cheeks. His legs trembled as the muscles toned and their forms began to reshape and shorten into something more animal-like. His elongated feet, as well as his hands, ached as they throbbed and swelled to proper paws, the same brown fur sprouting over his body now thick and full over them. The worse cramp of his life twisted at his loins, feeling the tip of his penis and the shape of his shaft taking a more canine appearance; his sac converting into a furry sheath as it felt like there was room for his member to hide safely inside.

"It's nearly over," Tyler could hear the shewolf say, stricken with a pleasant comfort against his legs and sides feeling her muzzle and body nuzzle and press fondly against him. "And if you choose to become human again later, I promise you changing back into a wolf won't be nearly as unpleasant as this."

Pleasurable gasps mixed between Tyler's perpetual snarling, the pain slipping away as primal euphoria took over. This new and sudden sensation seemed to force his remaining transformation to a standstill, but it gave Tyler the opportunity to fully drink in the animal strength and power of his wolfish physique. Aware of how he stood on all fours with his human sized paws; his legs and upper body's posture allowing Tyler to get use to a quadruped stance, he stretched joyfully feeling his animal toned muscles. The intense heat over his skin was replaced with comforting hairy warmth his fur provided; fretful knowing his coat was only partially grown, eager for the rest. Though only half formed, Tyler let loose jubilant barks getting use to an extended fanged mouth, an intense ferocity heightened as he played about baring his fangs and opening his maw wide.

"Almost one of us," the shewolf cooed, circling Tyler as she brushed her body against his barreled chest and under his short muzzled chin, her tail whipping against his snout. "I'm sure I can help complete your transition. After all; it is my family's blood that courses your veins, the reason why you were born wolf."

Tyler's eyes flutter; slightly tipsy suddenly from an intoxicating aroma marked over his nose by the shewolf; breaking his gaze from the moon and turning his attention on the black shewolf now pacing slowly away. "Your family?" he said, expressing the same astonished look like his grandfather before when he discovered, even with a muzzle; short or long, he could still speak normally.

"That's right," the shewolf playfully answered. "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. It's the reason why you here, correct?"

"No," Tyler droned, almost in a trance-like state; shaking his head as he corrected himself, "I mean, yes."

The black shewolf smiled, holding her head up high as she howled passionately. Tyler instinctively wanted to joy her, but his lupine understanding told him her howl wasn't meant for him.

"I hope you don't mind me calling my pack to finish off what we couldn't eat? It wouldn't be polite, for my kin and the poor deer, if we let all that good meat rot."

"Of course," Tyler replied, walking to the shewolf on all fours now that his body was nearly balanced for it. It was kind of amusing how he was still a bit big for a wolf, double the shewolf's body mass. But it wasn't her size that stole his interest. Her natural appearance captivated him, a prime specimen of a beautiful female wolf. And her scent made him warmer than his fur did; a pleasant and arousing sensation that begged him to return her previous nuzzling and more.

The pulsing of his wolfhood announced just how much more, feeling the tip poking from out of his sheath.

"You find me attractive, wolf?" The shewolf asked, fluttering her golden eyes alluringly.

"Yes," Tyler answered once more without hesitation, his instincts less of a factor than his own personal preference and opinion. Human or wolf; there was no mistake how striking and beautiful she was to him.

"I'm very glad. This will make things a lot less complicated then." The shewolf ran her muzzle underneath Tyler, whimpering delightfully as she apparently saw what she was looking for. A pleasurable tension shot up Tyler's body; his maw agape yelping and his eyes becoming half shut in a dreamy daze as the groping tongue of the shewolf tasted and played with the growing erection of his wolfhood.

Too much Tyler's mind rambled, his intelligence slurring once more to primal thoughts. Too much...too good. Shewolf...likes me. Shewolf wants me. I want her; want to mate. Mate...make her howl.

His mind conceiving to one goal Tyler circled behind the shewolf, sniffing underneath her tail for the pheromones of her sex, ready to climb and mount. The shewolf lunged away, frustrating Tyler as he growled annoyingly. The shewolf, on the other hand, chuckled at his dilemma.

"Not just yet, wolfy. As much as I want you too you do deserve to know what is in store for you. Though having witnessed your willful assimilation, I doubt you will have a problem with your particular debt you own me."

"Debt?" Tyler whimpered.

"I'll explain as much as I can. But not here. When I present you to my pack I want you to be all wolf. I know a place we can talk in private; a place you may be familiar with by now."

Tyler's head rose in curiosity as the shewolf began to race deeper into the woods, pausing often to look back. Smiling, Tyler growled excitedly as he flexed and ready his limbs, feeling the thrust of primal power explode in his muscles as he sprinted forward, astounded at the performance of his speed and swiftness. Catching up to the black shewolf they continued their run, Tyler following his new mysterious friend to their destination.

* * *

Though short, the chase left Tyler pleasurable exhausted, clouds of his heavy panting breaths manifesting in the cold. He had followed the shewolf on a very elaborate run, having taking straight paths to curving left and right, back and forth, believing at one point they had simply gone backwards. He was aware; however, that they had gone downhill midway; slopes leading down to upheaval bumps after bumps until the ground became even and straight again. Tyler had no clue where their chase had taken them until moonlight showered over the shewolf's glossy black furcoat, having been led into a small opening where tall trees formed a barrier side by side; a woodland gorge. His assertions were made certain as he joined the shewolf standing over a steeper slope down the forest valley; a breathtaking view of the town below visible, shining brightly like a cluster of constellations in the sky.

"This is..." Tyler panted, pausing to lick his dry lips and swallow his saliva to hydrate his throat.

"Where your grandfather's life changed," the shewolf said, completing Tyler's unfinished thought.

"So you do know my grandpa, do you?" Tyler asked; sitting on his haunches as best as he could; still not fully transformed enough. "But...you're not the same black wolf he met, are you?"

The shewolf laughed. "That's correct. Besides, do I look over 70?"

Tyler blushed, though his furry cheeks and mane hid most of it. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

Feeling the shewolf press her body against him amorously relieved his embarrassment, smiling happily.

"I will admit," the shewolf spoke, "my mother and I did get our looks from her; the wolf you speak of...and a few other qualities as well."

I can tell Tyler thought, seeing a similarity in her and the one his grandfather meet. This one though was much nicer; less foreboding, or could his baser instincts taking over blind him of these?

"Tell me; how is it that you knew of my grandmother and your grandfather's pact?"

Tyler's eyes fluttered, gazing out over the human civilization he was raised in, and possibly may never return to. "I've been having these dreams in the last few months. I thought they were of you, but now I know they were of your grandmother; when she and my grandfather were still young. My grandmother once told me about his accident in the woods; how he had been missing for several months until he just suddenly walked out, naked and dirty with various scratches and bite marks. She said he never told her how exactly he survived. But the dreams do. I was watching them through his eyes; feeling his regret and pain, the moment he made the pact with your grandmother, his transformation."

"Have you heard any word from him or your father, by any chance?" the shewolf asked.

Tyler looked at her curiously before continuing his story. "No. I don't know what happened to grandpa after he got caught as a wolf by my grandma. He just disappeared. Why do you want to know about my dad?"

"My mother wonders," the shewolf answered, though Tyler could tell from her tone and darting eyes that she had an ulterior reason.

"I'm afraid he passed away; happened about a year after I was born."

The shewolf gazed up to him, her expression suddenly mournful and embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's very awful to lose someone you barely had the chance to connect with." After a silent moment the shewolf then asked, "How did you come to discover your inner wolf?"

"Honestly; I think I knew for a while since I was a kid. I was pretty wild for human standards, and loved getting out of the house and staying outside as much as possible. It wasn't until the dreams that I started noticing small changes when I woke up; like fragments of the event seeped over to reality. The more it kept happening; though, the more I began to crave it. The anticipation keeps getting bottled up every time the changes only go so far; I wanted to push it, howl or do something to instigate it but I didn't want to attract any attention, especially not to my mom. That's why I finally came out here; I figured if I'm turning into a werewolf or just a wolf I might as well do it in the wild where I feel the most comfortable and where my inner wolf can be free to do what it wants without worrying of getting caught."

"Is that truly why you are out here, then?"

The shewolf's earlier question came up once more, but before Tyler instinctively disagreed like before he shook his head and thought of another related question. "Why do you think it's not?"

The shewolf smiled, licking Tyler's snout as she began to turn away from the open view; strutting towards the center of the area where he remembered the older black wolf and his grandfather mated after his transformation. That similar longing was beginning to plague his thoughts again.

"In your dreams," the shewolf started, turning back towards Tyler sitting on her own haunches, posed under the moonlight in such an alluring and sexy display, "did you hear of the promise my grandmother beseeched to your grandfather?"

Tyler nodded, awestruck and stirred by the shewolf's sensual beauty this very moment.

"From what my grandmother told to my mother, which she told to me, your grandfather did not fulfill his promise."

"But...you exist."

The shewolf grinned bashfully. "Perhaps it is wise to believe in me, or would you still desire me if our blood was related to the same man that created your father and my mother?"

Tyler felt bewildered at her logic; nodding how strange their ordained mating would be if that had been true.

"Despite the saddened but pleasurable failures and your grandfather's disappearance; she eventually found a new suitor that remained with her until the end of her days, loved. But a promise was made; a pact sealed each other's flesh. Though perhaps heartless and sinister; because your grandfather could not fulfill his debt it then passed on to his next of kin."

"That would've been my dad?"

"Correct. Of course, we did not know your grandfather mated with his human wife again before he disappeared. When we found out about your father we believed he was a pure human. When he reached a certain age my mother would have gone to him, inform him of your grandfather's betrayal to us, and then force our gift upon him to fulfill the promise. But when the time came; my mother could not locate your father. We had no idea that had passed before his prime, and for that I again give you my condolences."

"So," Tyler spoke, his mind having figured out where the shewolf's story was leading up too. "That means the debt passed on to me?"

The shewolf's smile beamed vibrantly. "That is correct. You recently came to age, and so I would have hunted you down, inform you of your grandfather's pact, and bitten you to become one of us. But; as it appears, you are already becoming one of us. And your acceptance of your animal nature made it easier for me to confront you. Personally, I'm not like my mother and grandmother. I may have my own shrewdness, but I don't necessarily like converting humans into our kind against their will."

Tyler began to approach the shewolf, nose sniffing frantically as her scent filled his nostrils, detecting the irresistible pheromones that drew him closer and friskier. "Then what you're asking of me is to mate with you until you are successfully a mother."

The shewolf rose back to her paws, brushing pass Tyler as her tail once more whipped his face; his nose following her rear as the two exchanged each other's scents. "I would say," the shewolf continued, "that you have no choice; that if you tried to escape I would follow you to the ends of the earth. And if you did evade me, whatever future brood you conceive with another female would then carry your grandfather's burden. But, somehow I don't believe you wish to leave so soon."

"I could still eventually shapeshift back into a human," Tyler muttered, partly distracted by his increasingly intense arousal of the shewolf, "whether or not we were to be successful and bearing you pups, right?"

"True," the shewolf giggled, teasing Tyler further as her rump lifted and tail flagged, presenting her sex steaming with heat. "It may take time to re-learn being human again, but wolves like you have the ability to do so."

As the black furred shewolf turned her attention back to the open view casting her sights on the starry sky; her behind still presented and inviting, Tyler snuck up behind her, whimpering passionately. To the shewolf's surprise, he did not immediately mount her as she expected. Instead, Tyler nestled close enough to motion her back on her haunches, his forepaws crossing around her chest as he rubbed his body tenderly, nuzzling his short muzzle against her neck. Albeit, she could sense his erection grinding against the back of rear; but Tyler was behaving in a way she hadn't been fully prepared for, and her heart fluttered; her body blushing hot under her fur.

"Tyler?" The shewolf yelped, losing the mystifying and mischievous tone she carried before, like her mother had taught her. It had sounded more like she was overcome with authentic swooning.

"Can I add an amendment to your family's promise?" Tyler whispered adoringly, licking the back of the shewolf's ears.

"Yes?" the shewolf responded, her voice carrying a passionate quiver of innocent joy; Tyler feeling shudders of delight just from his caress.

"Pups or not; I would like to at least visit the human world again from time to time, at least once or twice a month to check up on my mother. I don't know how I could live hurting my mother; think she lost the one thing that kept her going and made her smile, if I were to remain with you in the wild."

The shewolf's eyes sparkled in the moonlight, wide and eager as she turned her head to meet Tyler's gaze, wolfish lips parted as she silently gasped. Her heart raced even faster. "You'll stay with me?"

Tyler smiled, offering her the rarest of human affection as he kissed her. The act was odd to the shewolf, but she was still giddy either way returning his kisses the only way she knew how. Tyler broke away yet kept the nose of his muzzle rested dotingly on the top of the shewolf's forehead.

"The one difference between me and my grandfather was that he already had a mate. Despite how unfaithful she was to him my grandfather still loved her more than anything. He selfishly left your grandmother for a chance to make amends with mine; and it had worked for a time. But me; I was never good with connecting to anyone on a deeper level back home. I never imaged I would feel the way I do now with a wolf, and yet here I am. I will fulfill my grandfather's debt vigorously, but know that it's not his debt why I mate with you."

"Do you truly mean what you say?"

Tyler began to apply his weight against the shewolf, gesturing her to lay straight on her belly; her hindquarters raised and tail flagging back once more as she was readying herself for him. He growled softly, crawling back behind her until his snout explored her rear, sniffing feverishly at her sex. The shewolf moaned, yelping blissfully as Tyler's tongue lubricated her vulva, treasuring the taste. Stimulated enough for the shewolf to be stricken with excited heavy panting, Tyler made his way on top of her, lying firmly while using the leverage of his propped forepaws and elbows from relieving some of his weight. His snout rubbed sensually against the shewolf's back and neck, keeping her attention on his pampering until the two howled softly together; his wolfhood slipping into her temple.

So warm Tyler thought; sensing that the shewolf felt the same as she stretched her neck and moaned pleasantly. He pushed her boundaries further as he licked and nuzzled, the shewolf laughing wonderfully.

"I had another dream," Tyler moaned, giving a soft but deep thrust into the shewolf making her gasp before continuing, "earlier this night. I thought it was the black wolf from my grandfather's memory; your grandmother. But now I understand; it was you. We were here; in this very place. I mated with you wildly; rushing to fill you with my seed, sharing quick but intense climaxes. I changed completely here and then, and I know by mating with you now it will happen for real. But I want this to be special; I don't want our first coupling to be absolute about lust and baser urges, about my grandfather's debt."

"What do you mean?" the shewolf asked dreamily, caught up in her own euphoric experience feeling him ride her inside so carefully and patiently.

"Before I can't take it anymore; before all my animal mind can think about is the need for release, let me love you. Let me spend some of this time making you feel loved than just used. Let me seal my promise to you that you are the only one I ever want to mate with, to love, and raise our pups with."

"Tyler..." the shewolf howled softly, her head cocked back as she let him nuzzling and nip underneath her maw and over her shoulders. His pacing with his thrusts began to increase but remained steady and slow; making sure his mate felt every inch of his shaft caressing the walls of her temple. His body ached to hasten; to pump harder and faster in its selfish need to cum and spill within her, but he held on a little while more to his longing for passion, keeping his vow of his love for her.

"Faster," the shewolf cried. "I believe you, Tyler. I believe you truly love me, and my heart swells knowing you will stay. But please, go faster."

"As you wish," Tyler growled, quickening his pacing even more. The shewolf yelped at the astonishment of how intense her sexual euphoria grew from the sudden change in Tyler's thrusts. She knew this was how mating would feel, but she was unprepared at just how compelling.

First time mating Tyler thought, sharing the same dumbfounded emotion. Didn't think...be this good. So tense...want love...but need to...need to cum, need to orgasm, need relief.

The engorgement of his penis came, creating its knot between him and the shewolf. The sensation riled Tyler, succumbing harder to his baser needs for sexual release as his hips rocked wildly. Huffing and snarling, he soon began to feel the familiar sensation of his transformation wash over him again, whatever discomfort or pain that was elicited from his shifting no longer noticeable in his state. It did not mean he couldn't recognize what was happening, aware of how his torso stretched and his shoulders finally buckle against his ribcage; feeling his pelvis lock into a full quadruped alignment unable to stand on his hind paws normally as he use to anymore. What was left of his fur became thickened and filled, fully coated and completely warmed and comforted with the exception of his face. That soon changed as his muzzle resumed its protrusion, lengthening longer into a identical lupine complexion; all human features vanished.

Wolf...I'm wolf! I'm free!

His digging loins began to dribble, giving his mate a taste of the volcanic seed about to invade her body. Groaning frantically from the peak of his climax, extend waves of pleasure overwhelmed Tyler as the nub of his tail sprouted furiously, flagged and wagging thrillingly expressing his intense euphoria; the fleshy length immediately sprouting bushy fur to form its lupine shape.

Free! I'm whole, and have mate. I'm wolf; I'm home!

Jerking bodies coming to a halt, the two wolves flung back their heads and howled harmoniously; trembling delightfully as Tyler's hot stream sowed the shewolf's inner garden. Feeling just how potent this coupling was, the two exchanged exhausted yet admiring looks knowing another session or two will provide them with bountiful pups.

"You are more gorgeous as a wolf than I thought you would be," the shewolf panted, licking the side of Tyler's neck and under his maw affectionately.

Tyler took his time to catch his breath before he spoke, his mind clearing out the muddle of his primal slurring thoughts. "And...I never thought I could love a wolf; love being a wolf this much. Yet here we are."

"Here we are, indeed," the shewolf agreed, laying down flat smiling; beaming from the afterglow of their coupling.

The two remained together and connected, Tyler's wolfhood still knotted spilling all that was left that his body could give. Laying in their embrace the woods came alive with a chorus of howls calling out to their sister and the newcomer, announcing their plans to move on. Their heads looked back towards the pack's cry, looking back into each other's feral eyes as they licked and nuzzled before Tyler removed himself from the shewolf's temple, though staying close by her side.

"You think they will accept me?" Tyler questioned.

"Why wouldn't they?" the shewolf asked curiously.

"I may look like a wolf now, but I am a bit big for their size?"

The shewolf giggled, "Trust me; your fit in. You aren't the only converted human in our pack."

Tyler growled excitedly, the two wolves walking side by side as they left the area of Rupert's pact with the original black wolf. Tyler paused for a moment to look back once more, wondering what exactly there was to feel sorry about leaving behind his human life. He would still keep his promise to visit his mother; even though he would have to find some reasonable means of explaining himself after the local authorities will inevitably toll his car and pass his note along. Hopefully his mother will just be relieved to know he is alive and happy.

"Second thoughts?" the shewolf asked looking back behind her.

"Nah; just saying goodbye for now. By the way; all this time I don't think you ever told me your name."

"You never asked," the shewolf grinned.

"Well, may I ask, just so I know who I'm claiming as my mate?"

"Shouldn't my scent be enough?"

"Yeah, I suppose. But you gotta have a name, don't you?"

"Perhaps," the shewolf cooed, cheerful leaping up to one of the hilly mounds leading back up the path they came. "But if you really want to know, you'll need to catch me." Her rear waved as an incentive; her tail flagged to remind Tyler of what his prize would be other than her name. "Try to keep up," she said, continuing her climb up the hills.

Tyler howled proudly, a message to the shewolf that he would claim his dominance over her and to be ready for another blissful round when he caught her; dashing after her up the hills as the full moon's light began to wan behind the trees, signally that a new dawn was approaching.