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Chapter 2

Dear Kyle Sparks,

Thank you for sending us your letter, we were so glad to hear from such a devout fan. Unfortunately, as much as we would like to help you there is nothing we can do to resolve you're problem. Gadstone construction is within its legal rights to purchase the property you referred to, though we do not support the destruction of city parks, there is nothing we can do to stop the construction. If, in the future, you feel the need to contact us again please feel free to call our rescue hotline or send us another letter through the postal service.

You're stalwart protectors,

The Mithril Brotherhood

Kyle's hand trembled as he read the letter. "Nothing we can do? Gadstone is within its legal rights?" Kyle said as he fumed at the silver sheet of paper in his hands. "Bullshit!" Kyle said as he ripped the letter in half, wadded it up, and threw it at the wall.

The two pieces hit his window bringing his attention to the bright orange sign. He was incensed. Kyle was so frustrated that he ended up crying and punching his pillows. He was so sure that the Mithril Brotherhood would DO something, but they were fucking useless! "They're all useless! They're all just dumb made up heroes that never do anything right!" He yelled and stopped when he looked at his newest poster on the wall. It was Electron in a pose just like his father Neutron. Kyle had gathered up all his spare change to re-purchase the super rare character background issue he had lost, but he only had enough to get a small poster of Electron. He was sad because all the other comics had been sold by the time he had gotten back the next day.

Kyle blushed as he remembered Electron and his shocking show of affection. Then he remembered how Ben had been so concerned after he had called him that night. He had come over as soon as they had gotten off the phone! Kyle told him the whole thing and Ben was just glad he was safe. Ben had asked Kyle what it was like being saved by a super hero, but all Kyle could remember was how scared he had been. Ben had even checked his temperature to make sure he hadn't caught a cold that night. It was hard to stay mad at the Mithril Brotherhood when he thought about Electron, but it didn't change how he felt about the construction site.

Kyle sat for a while thinking to himself about what he could do. He had tried the heroes and they had told him they were useless. Kyle looked across his room to a poster over his TV where Righteous Shield was punching Victor Fang. Fang was a huge muscular wolf-man monster in the picture, not that he looked like that all the time, but apparently he could turn into a wolf and a wolf monster whenever he wanted. On top of all that, Fang had been a rich and influential politician before he had been discovered to be a super villain. Kyle began to wonder what Fang would say if he knew about this. The pack had always claimed to be a good group and that they sought to protect mankind from their mistakes against nature. It wasn't that people disagreed with that ideal, but it was how the pack got what they wanted that branded them as villains.

Not only could Victor transform into a monster, but he could share his curse with other humans and even super heroes. Anyone who pledged to serve him could turn into a wolf monster. Many of his low ranking goons were in the vault just because of how dangerous they were. Victor was said to be a mad man, and Kyle had always believed that, but what if everyone was wrong?

Kyle pulled out his pen and paper a second time and began writing.

"Dear Victor Fang,

I recently wrote a letter to the Mithril Brotherhood asking that they save the park across the street from my house, but they said they were too good to help someone like me. I know you are in the vault, and that there's nothing you can do, but I couldn't help but seek out any assistance I could find. If there was anything you could do, anything at all to stop Gadstone Construction from building a mall across the street from my house I would love to know. Please write me back as soon as you are able.

Kyle Sparks, you're newest fan."

Kyle had to do some digging to get the address of Victor Fang's prison cell in the vault, but he found it on a hate sight online. It made Kyle feel bad for Victor. Sure he was a super villain and all, but people said some really bad stuff about him.

Kyle walked over to the post office that day and mailed the letter off. It was the weekend again, but Kyle didn't feel much like hanging out. He traipsed back to his house, careful to avoid anyone too rough looking on the streets. Kyle arrived home just before a rainstorm started brewing, but to his surprise he found himself wondering in the park across from his house. He wondered around looking at abandoned playground equipment for a while and then he wondered through the woods eventually ending up at the picnic table in the clearing.

Kyle sighed as he sat down. It was bad enough having to come back here after the sorry ass letter from the Mithril Brotherhood, but on top of that Kyle felt more alone than ever. He was sitting on the table when a particularly loud boom of thunder sounded from nearby distracting Kyle from his contemplation. When he looked up a familiar super hero was standing before him. "E... Electron," Kyle said in surprise and looked up at the source of Kyle's latest super hero fantasies.

"Hello Kyle." Electron said and walked towards the source of his own fantasies. "I got something for you." He said and handed Kyle a large manila envelope. Kyle made to open it but Electron stopped him. "Open it later Kyle, I wanted to talk to you about something." Electron said.

Kyle's heart raced, was Electron here to tell him the Mithril Brotherhood was secretly planning to stop the construction? Even if only Electron was willing to help it would be enough to make Gadstone think twice about building a mall in Kyle's park. "Yes?" Kyle said eagerly.

"Listen Kyle... About the last time we met..." Electron said and looked squarely at Kyle. "You can never tell anyone about us," Electron said and placed his hand on Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle's heart sank, but he realized what was going on. "I never expected any kind of relationship Electron, you're a hero and I'm just some nerd who likes you way too much."

Electron smiled. "Actually, I still like you Kyle. I just don't want to hurt you," Electron said and his demeanor became serious again. "If any of my enemies found out about us they would hurt you to hurt me. I would never ask you to go through that Kyle, you have to know that," he said seriously.

Kyle looked into those magical eyes melting into the strength of the young man behind them. He wanted to nod or to say yes, but his heart was saying something else. Kyle wanted so badly to tell Electron the truth; that Kyle thought he was falling in love. Kyle was enamored with his crush, but all he could do was lean in as their lips met a second time and Kyle fell into Electron's arms. Again a small jolt traveled through Kyle as he kissed the young hero. It was almost like Electron was saying one thing, but he wanted something else.

After their kiss Kyle smiled as he pulled back and looked at the stern jaw of Angel City's newest hero. "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul."

...

A few days later Victor Fang was sitting in his cell when an unfamiliar guard called out to him. "Looks like more fan mail Victor," the cocky guard said as he pulled the letter out, not bothering to read it, but inspecting it for any sort of hidden means of assisting Victor in an escape. When he was sure the letter was safe he placed it in a silver exchange tray that slid through a titanium alloyed exchange plate that Victor's food was normally delivered though. "Oh I forgot, you don't have fans!" Victor ignored the man as he inspected the letter. He didn't recognize the address on the envelope, and the smell of the writer wasn't like that of any of his men.

Victor quickly read through the letter and smiled by the time he finished. His newest fan; Victor liked the way that sounded. He took a deep breath of the letter savoring the smell of the young man. He was an adolescent, around seventeen to fifteen though Victor was almost sure sixteen was the correct age. He was a bit of a runt and mostly undeveloped, but that could work in Victor's favor. Even more than the scent of his age and physical state was the red streak of rage that punctuated that smell. Angry red rage, but also passion. Passion the likes of which Victor hadn't smelled in ages. This kid was intense to say the least, and people with powerful emotions could make powerful weapons.

It had been so long since Victor had even contemplated the outside world. The Vault was made to trap its prisoners in a physical and mental sense, but in his placid incarceration the guards had gotten lazy. They hardly considered him a threat, and that could work in his advantage. Victor was allowed a pen and paper twice a day to write anyone he chose from his cell. Sure the letters were screened, but he doubted this one would look suspicious. Victor had never contacted another pack member from inside the vault, and according to Angel City there weren't any more pack members to contact. Normally Victor would have written his wife or his only surviving son, but today he chose to write a letter back to Kyle Sparks.

"Dear Kyle Sparks,

I could not help but to be moved by your letter, and though I am loath to admit it there is nothing I can do from jail to assist you. In your credit though I believe you are more than capable of achieving what you desire on your own. You possess a unique character within yourself that makes you a valuable friend. I eagerly await more letters from you, should you choose to write me, and in the meantime I might suggest that you contact an old friend of mine.

You can find him at 1293 Anderson Drive tell him 'The Pack is gathering'. He will know what to do then. Please understand that no matter what happens the people of Angel City are my main priority. Thank you for your letter, and walk tall my young friend. You may be the only hope I have in this eternal darkness.

Sincerely, Victor Fang"

Victor grinned as he addressed the letter and set it on the tray sliding it out towards the guard who picked it up to take it through the jail's security. There was no need to inspect it much as the address didn't check out as anybody they should be concerned about. After all, Victor Fang hadn't tried anything in all the years he had been in Jail, so why would he start now?

Kyle had just gotten home from school when he checked the mail and found the letter from Victor waiting inside, "Huh... 1293 Anderson Drive," Kyle read. "Why on earth would Victor Fang want me to see someone outside the vault? And what's up with this "The Pack is gathering," stuff?" Kyle wondered to himself. Somehow Kyle didn't think this was a good idea, nor was it something he should tell Ben or his parents about. Kyle would have loved to get Ben in on this, but he just didn't think his childhood friend would understand his motivation.

Kyle hid the letter in his computer desk and jotted down the address. It turned out that Anderson Drive was on the opposite side of the park and down a few roads. Kyle didn't like going down that way because of the people who lived down there, but he figured since he knew where he was going, and it was the middle of the day, that he should be ok.

Anderson Drive had really gone down since the last time Kyle had been on this side of town. Half the houses were abandoned or in disrepair. The houses that were at least livable were occupied by some pretty rough characters. Kyle got more than one cautious glance as he walked down the road towards his intended destination.

1293 was as dilapidated as any of the other houses save the sinister aura which seemed to surround it. Thick bushes lined the property, and Kyle could just barely make out the house beyond them. The grass looked like it hadn't been mowed in a few years, and various trees were growing from places trees don't usually grow. The beat up truck in the driveway showed some signs of use. It was obviously an old gasoline powered model; it was nothing like the newer electric cars Kyle was used to seeing.

Kyle pushed through the bushes and hurried towards the front door. He punched the doorbell, but when it made no sound he quickly rapped on the door. At first nobody came, but a shuffling sound from behind the door signaled the presence of somebody inside. Kyle knocked again and the door opened mid knock revealing a middle aged man who's features Kyle could barely make out. "What the hell do you want kid?"

Normally Kyle would have just run away, but thoughts of getting help, even if it was the wrong kind of help, were too good to pass up. "The Pack is gathering," Kyle said quickly. He felt like he was hiding behind the phrase and whatever secret meaning it held.

The man seemed to straighten. He peered out of the darkness of the house at the young man standing before him . Kyle swore his eyes flashed yellow in the darkness. "You might as well come in," the man said and moved to let Kyle inside.

...

The inside of the house looked worse than the outside. There was a large couch where the guy must sleep cause it was pretty grungy looking. A TV was on, but the sound was low, casting an eerie dim light through the front room. Permeating through the heaps of trash and the empty beer bottles everywhere was a general stench like some sort of musky smell. It made Kyle gag a bit, but he swallowed his disgust and turned to his host. "My name is..."

"Don't tell me... it will make it easier for me if I don't know who you are," The man said and approached Kyle.

"Um, I'm sorry, I don't understand" Kyle said and took a step backwards.

"It's ok kid, I don't always get it either, but pretty soon here we'll be on the same page," the man said as he walked towards Kyle. He quickly pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Kyle was shocked by what he saw, the guy's chest was covered by a thick mat of black body hair. Under that was quite a bit of muscle. The hair was thickest on his chest and belly trailing up to his unruly beard and onto his shoulders where it thickened again and covered what Kyle could see of the man's neck.

The musk seemed to intensify in the room and Kyle was finding it hard to breath, but what the man did next made him suck in a big gulp of air. The guy moved his hairy hands to his pants and undid the button dropping his filthy jeans to the floor and revealing a mighty erection. Kyle blanched at the site, the cock was at least nine inches long and as thick as a coke can. Even stranger was how it was covered up to the tip with thick black hair. The sight made Kyle sick, but a part of him deep down inside knew what was about to happen, and it hardened his own cock in anticipation. "What... What the hell are you doing?" Kyle asked.

"I'm just doing my job kid," The man growled as he got close enough to Kyle to put an hand on his chest. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy this... your choice"

Kyle trembled as he looked up at the man. "What do I call you?"

"Black Wolf, acting leader of the Pack," the man said and smiled a fang-filled smile.

Black Wolf lowered his hand placing it on the solid bulge in Kyle's pants. "Ohhh," Kyle moaned at the contact and his host didn't waste any time. Kyle felt himself being lifted by the man and then, faster than he could comprehend, he felt Black Wolf pulling his clothes off and their naked bodies hit the couch. Black Wolf quickly took Kyle's cock in his rough hairy hand and began to tease it. Kyle moaned as he was pleasured and felt Black Wolf rubbing his hairy cock against him the whole time.

Eventually Black Wolf took Kyle's cock in his mouth extracting even more moans from the boy. Like an expert he worked his way up and down teasing the boy closer and closer to orgasm. This wasn't the first time Black Wolf had done this, but he was enjoying the deed this time, at least for the moment. Usually Black Wolf would have just given Kyle a blow job, but he decided to take it one step further. Kyle whimpered as the huge man released his member from his moist mouth and flipped over climbing off the couch. "If you promise not to run I might just enjoy this," he said as he bent over, exposing his hairy ass to Kyle.

Kyle didn't object as he mounted that black-furred ass and proceeded to shove his cock inside, pausing only to move the man's furry tail out of his way. Kyle's rough intrusion extracted a deep growl from the man below him who clenched his insides sending Kyle into a new world of pleasure. It started slow at first, the steady pounding as Kyle went in and out; getting the hang of his first act of sex. Black Wolf moaned and growled as he felt his tail beat Kyle's chest in rhythm to his thrusts.

After about ten minutes of hot ass pounding sex Kyle felt himself explode into Black Wolf who howled as the pleasure of their coupling caused his own cock to drool a huge blob of pre onto the floor. Kyle was too weak to protest as he pulled a surprisingly clean, but cum covered cock out of Black Wolf and the larger man got up and seized him. Kyle struggled weakly as he felt himself be shoved into the same position his host had been in a moment earlier.

Black Wolf growled in a completely different way as Kyle felt that huge hairy cock rubbing up and down his ass crack. Kyle was confused then when he felt a rough finger push through his virgin ring, slicked by the drooling pre from Black Wolf's own cock. Kyle gasped, but he was relieved that Black Wolf wasn't just shoving it in. One finger became two and then three and four. Kyle was being graciously rewarded for his passionate exchange earlier, Black Wolf was rarely one to pamper his play things. The large Wolf-Man chucked at the boy's whimpers wondering if he was just a toy fuck from Victor, or if there was actually some purpose to turning him.

Regardless, it was time. Kyle screamed as he felt the furry tip of that huge cock push into his ass hole. All the stretching in the world couldn't prepare him for this. Black Wolf laughed and growled as he mated the boy. It had been a long time since he had bred someone into the pack, and he was beginning to wonder why he had ever stopped. Something about Kyle drove Black Wolf crazy making him want this more than he ever had with another mate. He didn't waste any time pumping his massive fur clad cock in and out of the boy, but he knew better than to just cum into someone Victor had chosen. Kyle felt himself get pulled upright changing the position of Black Wolf inside him and causing him to gasp. Black Wolf had to adjust and change the direction of his rough thrusts, but he didn't slow down.

Black Wolf was nearly close to cumming, but he wanted this to last. He growled as his body shifted, taking on weight and muscle. Thick body hair became fur and his muscles bulged and swelled. Black Wolf's face contorted as his mouth pushed outwards becoming his muzzle and filling with fangs. His cock grew to match his expanding form causing Kyle to scream as that huge furry cock stretched him even wider and he somehow took another four inches of it into himself stopping at a large knot that was forming at its base. Black Wolf longed to push that knot into his prey and his canine brain was insisting, but the man inside knew Kyle couldn't take it, not yet. The transformation was always pleasurable, but to change during sex always made the climax incredibly powerful. Black Wolf howled so loudly that the house shook and his howl was followed by a volcanic blast of cum into Kyle's ass. As he came Black Wolf sank his fangs into Kyle's shoulder causing the young man to scream in pain as he was punctured and pleasured at the same time. The entire experience was intoxicating.

An hour later Kyle was still lying naked in the mixed pool of blood and cum. Black Wolf was licking the wound on the boy's shoulder, and even though Kyle couldn't see it the wound was closing. "I will call you Blue Wolf." Black Wolf said and soothed the young man below him. "The rest of the Pack will want to meet you now, but don't fear what you are to become. Joining the pack is an honor," Black Wolf said and continued to lick Kyle's shoulder.

Kyle wept openly and tried not to think about what the wolf monster behind him was saying. Joining the pack? What did he mean by 'what he was to become'? Would Kyle turn into a monster like this man? "Can I go home now?" Kyle asked between sobs.

Black Wolf grinned to himself before he spoke. "You are home son."