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Peter's eyes blinked in drowsy shock as it occurred to him he had passed out, the much needed relief of his urges and the final thralls of his transformation apparently leaving him quite exhausted. How long had he been sleeping? Darting his sights to the window above the couch he could see the end of the full moon just traveling out of sight, at least from his angle. It had only been in plain sight moments ago, which means not too much time had passed.

It's still night time. Maybe only an hour went by. Guess I only needed a nap. Wait; was all that just a dream?

"Finally awake now, Stud?"

The sweet soothing voice of Valerie had his ears raised high tilting back his head high as he caught the shadowy figure of his mate observing over him with amorous amusement, her forepaws gently stroking and petting his neck and back. Peter moved his forepaws as he tried to stand, feeling the fur and tone of Valerie's legs, realizing he had been resting on her lap. Stretching his body and feeling the places his mate caressed, along with Valerie's current humanoid lupine appearance was verification enough to know he had not been dreaming his earlier experience.

"I hope you slept well," Valerie said, leaning forward to nuzzle against his thick mane around his neck. "You've become such a handsome wolf, Peter. You should see for yourself."

Peter gazed at Valerie for a moment, too comfortable to pry away from her content expression. He finally gathered himself onto all fours, his lupine tail unable to hide his secret excitement as he took the time to examine himself. His entire form had been completely altered, no vestiges of his human self that was noticeable. His skin was coated with his grown wolf pelt, the light brown matching his once human hair; markings of a lighter cream color running down the center of his neck to his chest and underbelly as well as over his paws. The only oddity to his form was his size, feeling he was twice as big as a wolf would normally be.

I'm a wolf...and it feels so good; so right.

A rush of exhilaration began to swell within, growling contently before he fell back to the familiar heavy panting, his tail wagging faster. Such of a rush of energy coursing his waking primal body; he suddenly longed to get out of this confined den and run, to roam and play and hunt. Without a thought of restraint; Peter howled proudly embracing his new identity and life, eager to fulfill his lupine needs as soon as possible.

Peter's ears perked up to the sound of Valerie growling next to him, turning his gaze to his beloved mate as her head was held high and her upper body sinking back against the bed. His howl had set Valerie off in a way; her scent much more pungent and enticing as she barked and panted jubilantly, perhaps sensing that her transformation was about to complete. Valerie was still stuck between forms, a wolf retaining a human figure with an incomplete muzzle that allowed her to continue talking in their old human speech. But she was close; the humans would still mistake her as a wolf and that would be considered a compliment. Even still; Valerie had become a beautiful and sexy shewolf, her allure and attraction increased as the last remnants of the full moon's light shining into the human den made her snow white fur shimmer and gleam.

My mate Peter thought happily, hungry feral eyes admiring his shewolf's incredible form. Even if this was as far as the fates will allow you to go, I still want you and always you. I still want to run and play with you; to hunt together. I still want to mate to our heart's content. I want to be your mate.

Peter wished to acknowledge his set devotion immediately, shifting his body until his head and muzzle could slip between her neck and shoulders nuzzling affectionately with audible pleasant whines. Valerie giggled softly, continuing to growl elatedly as she let herself fall back flat and allow Peter to lie upon her, returning his thoughtful and loving affection with animal licks and sensual kisses.

"I'm so happy you've been set free, Peter," Valerie murmured as she lay still hugging her mate in her arms as he pulled his head back and watched over her gleefully. "It will be my turn, and then soon we can find our pack and return to our true home. Being wolves will be so much more fulfilling; we no longer have to deal with the struggles and depressions humans have to face. I've been waiting for so long to experience this again, and this time I hope it stays this way."

Peter whined giving Valerie a curious glance. What memories lingered of his formal human life did recall his mate bringing up the times she had longed to be set free 'again.' Had Valerie smoked the Wolvesbane weed once before? Had there been some other time his mate had found a way to shed her human shell and revel in the fur of the wolf?

Valerie sighed, gently nudging Peter to let her sit back up against the wall the mattress rested against. She sighed as something was crossing her mind that made Peter wonder what could be distressing his loving mate suddenly. He sat between her legs staring over his shewolf eager to hear what was on her mind.

"I have a confession to make Peter," Valerie timidly whispered, grinning bashfully. "You may have picked up on this already, but...this isn't the first time my lupine soul was set free."

I gathered Peter thought, his curiosity contemplating Valerie's story behind her first awakening.

"And," she continued, pausing as she considered her next words carefully, "I want to honest with my mate; no secrets. I wish now I was; that you were my first and only, but..." She paused, looking into Peter's eyes judging if he had already guessed what dark truth she had to confess. "...I was mated once before."

Peter's eyes widened in disbelief but his reaction was much more calming than Valerie had predicted. There had been a lingering doubt in his heart that Valerie had waited all this time to be mated; her advances and instincts having felt like the behavior of a shewolf her had been down this road before. It didn't seem quite obvious before they had smoked on the weed, and Roxanne's assumption of her friend and the general future plans to get her laid appeared to be contrary to the fact. Old human fears that had already be brought up and once put to rest resurfaced as he thought about the other shewolves he had mated with and left him after their night of courtship.

No...Valerie said she is my mate, and I will be hers. She's...still here afterall.

Though he neglected the fact that neither he nor Valerie had officially mated yet; Peter felt convinced that his mate had not been lying. Her heat may be driving her need for Peter to fornicate with, but she could have chosen any other male besides him. She could have stayed behind with the others and have been subjected to their packmate's orgy.

But she followed Peter...because he smelled nice, nicer than the others. Valerie was attracted to him and no other; she wasn't a horny loveless bitch like her uncouth friend and the other shewolves of his past.

She is mine now; no one else's. But...I wonder. Who did she mate with before me?

"Strange," Valerie spoke within the silence cautiously reaching with her forepaw over Peter's neck, smiling warmly as her mate showed no resistance. "When I look at you now...I see him. Maybe this was indeed destined to be."

While the questions circled his mind to the identity of this male she said mimicked him; Peter made it clear he wasn't angry or disgusted in Valerie's secret past love bathing her face with his tongue in animal kisses. All that mattered to him now was being together.

Valerie panted happily receiving Peter's affection, inching closer to press her body against his and feel his warmth and fur, nuzzling his shoulders. "You'll be a better mate; a better lover than he was. You were afraid I would leave after this night; I admit that I am as afraid of you doing the same. He loved me; he helped set me free for that one night. But...he left me. He and his pack never came back for me. Though they probably never heard my howls again after what my parents did to me. They couldn't accept what I am, that being human wasn't their daughter's true nature."

Valerie let out a quiet gasp as her eyes shined astonishingly, as if she had discovered something spectacular or remembered a lost memory. "That doctor they sent me to...he made me forget. That bald headed glasses wearing know-it-all kept telling me over and over that I wasn't a wolf; that my pack was never real and I was delusional. He did something to me, caged back the truth; my inner wolf, as if nothing had happened. No wonder I had forgotten what I was. If I ever see that doctor again I'll..."

Valerie trailed off mashing her fangs snarling aggressively, staring up at the ceiling as Peter imagined her thinking of the bald headed glasses wearing know-it-all that brainwashed his shewolf. He squeezed his muzzle between him and his mate's neck, licking her fur as he nuzzled gently calming Valerie back to this moment.

"Peter..." she whined, attempting to kiss like humans would between muzzles. Peter tried to mimic this, though it was hard no longer having a normal human mouth to kiss like he used to. Eventually; the two of them reverted back to their primal kisses of licking and nipping affectionately, their motions jubilant.

Love my shewolf...love Valerie.

Familiar intoxicating scents began filling Peter's nose as his body grew warm, whining softly from the recognizable feeling swelling in his belly and between his thighs. While a mild ache lingered from his first orgasm his body couldn't help but react to the arousing pheromones his shewolf began to produce from her sensual excitement.

...Want...more...

Peter trailed away from nuzzling and licking his mate's face and neck, his sniffing wet nose probing the small yet supple fur covered mounds of his shewolf's human breasts. Wolf teats have sense formed and swollen over her belly, giving off a blushing heat reacting to his mate's own increased arousal. His foggy memories of his human life recalled that women were just as stimulated being touched their as their skin and sex. Peter wanted to make his shewolf shudder in pleasurable delight before they mated; wanted to show that he cared for his mate's needs as much as his own. His panting tongue hovering over her barreling chest, Peter followed the curves of Valerie's breasts with his tongue slowly, playing a sensual lover than a horny monster for the time being.

"Peter!" Valerie moaned and whined, whimpering sharply with each time her mate's tongue caressed her mounds and bathed her teats. Each wave of stimulation traveled over her body, pouring into her secret center that began to ache and burn with horrible pleasurable need.

Her pheromones doubled, giving Peter the drive he was yearning for as his wolfhood throbbed to be used, peeking from its sheath prematurely as it rubbed against his furry belly. Clouded with lustful desire Peter hadn't realized until Valerie began howling with sexual delight that his tongue had wandered from her teats to her pulsing slit, pushing deeper between the folds as he tasted her nectar.

"...Can't...wait...any longer..." Valerie whined as she managed to break away from Peter's oral stimulation long enough to move away from the wall and drop onto her back, her forepaws tucked against her chest in a submissive position as she eagerly waited for her stud to follow his instincts. "Peter...I'm ready..."

The room echoed in a duet of panting; Peter gazed over his beautiful and horny shewolf once more admiring her incomplete yet perfect form before moving on top of her. Being with her was the happiest moment of his life, one he wasn't going to let slip by and fade away like the other women in his life. There was no conniving deceitful trick secretive within her motives; no intentions of letting this be a one-night stand. Valerie was proving she wanted to be a faithful mate to Peter and it was time to show his loyalty.

I'm ready too.

Peter stretched his body and lowered his haunches and ass as best to match his shewolf's position, this act better suited for Valerie to be lying upon her belly like a real wolf. But he made do, wanting to keep his gaze on his love as long as possible while they were untied; a fragment of Peter's human romanticism continuing to hold out for as much passion as possible before their urges and minds surrendered to nothing but their beastly need for sexual fulfillment and relief.

"I love you, Peter," Valerie whispered tenderly stroking Peter's mane with her forepaws as she leaned in carefully and nuzzled nose to nose.

I love you Valerie Peter declared in thought, licking his shewolf's unfinished muzzle as it opened wide and let out a growlish gasp, Valerie tensing in sudden pleasure from the fitting of his wolfhood sliding deep within her sex. Her blackened lips curled into a smile as she whined pleasantly, her feral eyes half shut as the iris's shined brilliantly.

Set her free Peter's mind howled, determined to please his mate accordingly and help complete her much awaited transformation into her true self.

As Peter pulled out to plunge back in and continue their interrupted session, the room suddenly boomed with barking startling him from pushing forward. It came from neither him nor Valerie who was just as surprised. The bark sounded again from the doorway into the small house; Peter and Valerie turned their heads to discover another large wolf watching them from the entrance. This grey wolf appeared immensely happy to see the couple, its eyes beaming and panting excited as its tail wagged hastily behind it.

Another wolf? Peter wondered annoyed that this now counted as the third time someone or something had interrupted his courtship with his mate. However; his mind was trying to register a fact he had easily forgotten, something that had once been a bother to him attempting to figure out an answer.

"Our pack!" Valerie cried cheerfully, barking back to the excited grey wolf in greeting. The grey wolf began to approach them, cautious as he apparently now realized from their position that they had been in the middle of mating. But for whatever reason, the wolf was too hyper to give them space as it stared at Peter more purposefully, as if wanting attention from him specifically.

Peter was about to bare his fangs and snarl communicating he wanted to be left alone with his mate until his nose caught wind of the grey wolf's scent. He could identify that it was a male wolf, but something else about the scent smelled familiar. Perhaps Valerie was right and this grey wolf belonged to their pack that had gone missing.

Our pack. Couldn't find them. Found us.

Curious; Peter absent-mindedly left Valerie's side leaping off the bed and meeting the grey wolf's gaze. The two exchanged heated sniffs as they circled and studied each other, their personal scents more recognizable from their rears. Valerie didn't mind the latest interruption from their alone time, panting elated to see one member of their pack returned.

Danny? Peter questioned, the scent from grey wolf closely matching the scent Danny left behind in this room during his transformation. It is you, isn't it?

A special understanding appeared to be met as Danny barked as if responding to Peter's mental inquiry. Excitement and relief bubbled in Peter instantly as he began to bark and play with his best friend, remember now that they had followed their packmate's howls back to their original den having been worried when they discovered no one present. But what of Don and Roxanne?

A low whine sounded by the house doorway once again, Valerie dashing past Peter before he could see the owner of the cry. His mate stood face to face with a large auburn red furred wolf, the two of them exchanging nuzzles and verbal chatter in their canine tongue. Peter didn't need to smell the red furred wolf to know it was a female; the shewolf's body was slender and curvy in its feminine stature.

"It's so go to see you again, Roxy," Valerie confirmed; her scent finally reaching Peter's snout, shamefully aroused at the strong pheromones coming from the bitch still. "Peter," Valerie called to him, "The others are outside. Let's rejoin our pack. We can return home together."

Home...the woods...the wild. Where we belong.

Both Valerie and Roxy exited the house together turning towards the yard, barking Peter could only guess coming from Don and his buddy Blake. Danny hurried out the house next, turning back calling for Peter to follow and join them.

We're wolves. I'm with my pack again, and with my mate. I'm...

Peter brushed away his thoughts as he scampered out of the house leaping onto the pavement as he tried to tackle Danny sportingly, testing his reflexes. Danny was fast, butting his head against his friend's side playfully as the two joined the others on the grass. Valerie and Roxanne sat together simply enjoying the others company as they grunted and whined in their animal conversation. Watching them from the far left of the field was a black furred wolf, its eyes hungry as it panted. The wolf was somewhat scrawny yet still boasted some muscular features. Peter was certain this was Blake, his gaze firm and alert on him as he became concerned with the way Blake looked towards Roxanne and Valerie.

Peter soon met the sharp stern gaze of a rather impressive and large dark brown wolf watching them waiting to be acknowledged, sitting on its haunches closer to the fence on the right side of the field. Eliminating the wolves that were already here and identified; Peter knew before smelling the large wolf that it had to be Don. He had retained his stout though muscular stature; his intimidating build reminding Peter how Valerie viewed Don as being the Alpha of the group. Don appeared to be playing the role to his amusement, growling at both Peter and Danny baring his fangs as he slowly leaned forward opposing them. Danny quickly laid down whimpering, not looking to disobey his Alpha.

Peter; however, was less inclined to be to force into submission. He looked at Danny with pity, confused that their bonds had been dictated to Don being the undeniable leader. It was true that they usually followed Don most of the time when it came to hatching their vacations or entertainment of the week, but Peter felt this wasn't enough to declare Don the Alpha.

I could be a better Alpha Peter thought, remember what Valerie had said earlier about seeing him as the better Alpha.

Don realized Peter stood tall and unflinching, catching the defiance in his eyes as he stood on all fours and flattened his ears, snarling softly but fiercely for his fellow wolf to submit. Peter snarled back, readying to defend himself if Don chooses to attack; declaring his personal dominance from the pack. He didn't wish to anger his friends, but he wasn't going to turn into some wolfish 'Yes Man' for Don's amusement. The fur on the back of their necks stood on end as the heat exchange continued, neither one relenting from their snarling and tense aggressive gazes.

Out of the blue; Peter was stunned stiff in wide eye confusion as Don's massive tongue slobbered over the bridge of his muzzle and forehead. Shaking off the shock and drool Peter stared at Don finding he was laughing (as best as a wolf could), his muzzled lips curled back wide slyly. Danny joined in on the fun as he rolled to his side flailing his paws. The two acted more like Hyena's this moment.

Of course Peter mulled over, grinning bashfully as he shook his head. Even as wolves; nothing has changed.

Surprised again by a quick tackle from Don, Peter found himself pinned onto the grass with his large friend panting happily in his form of play. Peter attempted to squeeze out from under Don but was blindsided again with Danny leaping onto the dog-pile pinning him harder and making it impossible to escape.

Ok, very funny. But...it's getting hard...to breathe.

Roxanne and Valerie hurried to the rambunctious males goofing around prying Don and Danny off of Peter. The two finally relented letting their buddy out from their grasp, Peter whimpering expressing a possible pain in his right leg from being crushed under the burly dark brown wolf for so long. When Don approached him to check, Peter flailed his hurt leg feigning the pain to get back at him. Don nipped behind him, still playing as the two began to chase each other around the yard. Danny made a surprise tackle towards Don deterring his attention from Peter as he focused on the upstart grey wolf continuing his chase with Danny. Peter hurried back to the amused shewolves as they watched the two males playing as if they were pups again.

The fur on his back stood on end as he felt an affection rub passing behind his body. Peter assumed it was Valerie only to be stunned to find Roxanne greeting him as she came into his view, glancing seductively. It was strange sensing a more intimate vibe from this bitch, her earlier conduct and mannerism suggesting she thought less of nearly everybody in the pack. It became clear what she was after as she circled Peter, whipping her tail against his face; catching her pheromones in his nose. A warm shudder ran through his being, restraining a whine as he kept his arousal secret between his forearms sitting down on his haunches. Roxanne saw through this, seeing a sly grin stretched over her muzzle as she stuck her nose between his leg and arm sniffing at his throbbing member. Peter uttered a low warning growl hoping Roxanne would get the message that he wasn't interested in mating with her, despite how her pheromones attracted him to do so.

Don and Danny returned from their chase seeing the confliction and seduction between Peter and Roxanne. At first; Don seemed displeased letting out a threatening snarl to Roxanne. Roxanne rebutted growling back as her tail began to curl ready to stiffen straight out, her ears flattening back. Don whined confusingly as he looked to Peter and Roxanne again. Don didn't look quite happy as he closed his eyes and nodded. Roxanne appeared pleased, switching her attention back to Peter as she nuzzled and provoked.

Peter was astounded, uncertain how to react or what Valerie may be thinking of this. He should refuse anymore of Roxanne's offerings and seductions before it went too far.

"She wants to mate with you," Valerie suddenly uttered. Peter looked to his mate lying patiently on the grass as she watched with arousing fascination, showing that she seemed turned on by the scene taking place. "She's Don's mate, but she is everyone's tonight. She's always been like that; never settling for one male."

Peter whined, growing more concerned about his mate's feelings and his own willpower, finding it harder and harder to resist Roxanne's bodily affection.

"Blake mated," Valerie continued, her mood sultry as her forepaws idly fondled her breasts and teats, rolling onto her back as she stretched her body and whined. "Danny mated. Still she's not satisfied.

"You can mate with her, Peter," Valerie moaned, making Peter's maw drop to his heavy panting as he gazed suspiciously at his mate for her suggestion. He looked to see a joking expression shortly after, but she shook her head as if answering back stating she was serious. "I know she's driving you mad to mate; it...has the same effect on me too. If we had stayed with the others, we both would have satisfied her eventually. I know you want to, Peter...and I want you too."

Peter was still mentally disarrayed trying to understand his mate's logic. Why would Valerie be alright with her mate fornicating with another shewolf? Wouldn't she be upset cheating on her in plain sight? The issue; however, was become more and more cloudy the longer Roxanne circled and cuddled against Peter, whimpering distressingly to be mounted. Peter was losing his will to resist, his instincts demanding sex no matter who he mated.

"Mate with her, Peter," Valerie moaned, rolling back onto her belly as she digs her claws into the earth growling softly in arousal. "Fill her; make her howl." Her words trailed as she let out a strained howl sounding her angst and affliction for sex, his shewolf lost to her heat. His eyes darted back and forth from Roxanne to Valerie, unable to decipher why his answer wasn't clear enough. Were they that swayed by their instincts and lust that it didn't matter who mated with whom? Was this a test from his mate, a final act to prove his loyalty? Or was she being honest and didn't mind her Stud having one last fuck before his love and seed was hers and hers alone?

Roxanne instigated Peter's choice in the end, nipping at his face to snap him out of his questioning trance, turning back to Roxanne in time as he was greeted with the sight of the red furred shewolf's rear and tail. Her pheromones bombarded his snout, unable to turn away from the intoxicating smell of her arousal as his tongue instinctively lapped at the swelling of her sex readying his wolfhood. Roxanne whined blissfully as she held her head high and stood tall waiting as Peter climbed behind her and positioned himself properly. He looked past Roxanne briefly to see Valerie's expression, his mate too distracted by her own heat at she flailed on the grass whining to be pleased.

You're still mine Peter thought as he rocked against the horny Roxanne, slipping his erection inside her yelping softly at the familiar ecstasy of entering his partner for the first time. I'm still yours.

Peter neglected any afterthought of romance or passion as he picked up speed and humped his current bitch, wanting to satisfy his needs quickly so he could return to his beloved mate longing for his touch. Peter was still confused and guilty about choosing Roxanne over Valerie when it came to mating, but this was simply to give Roxanne what she wanted and to be left alone. His desires remain strong for Valerie.

Harder...faster..._Peter told himself as he growled, baring his fangs as he worked his pelvis and fucked Roxanne wildly like the primitive animals they had become. _Need to cum...need to fill her. Want...to mate...with Valerie.

The end was hastily approaching as Peter felt his wolfhood becoming engorged as before; the knot tying him and Roxanne together until they achieved their release. Roxanne's inner walls responded in kind tightening around his phallus making it difficult for him to escape if he chose to now. The bitch panted happily as she could feel her own sexual pleasure skyrocketing, eagerly awaiting Peter's offering to fill her being with the promise of his offspring. Peter groaned through his own panting at the thought of it, hoping his seed was not as potent as Valerie believed (not as strong to impregnate this bitch anyways). But any moment of rejection was passing as he could no longer pull out, leaving him no choice but to finish the deed and make Roxanne howl in carnal rapture.

So close...nearly ready...seed...coming...

As Peter's feral eyes began to droop from the prolonged stimulation, his eyes caught the lone figure of the black wolf Blake sneaking up behind Valerie. His eyes immediately sprung to life as he continued to witness Blake advancing upon his mate, Valerie growling back as she tried to stave the horny black wolf off. He looked to his friends to see if they would react or put a stop to it, but they seemed enchanted by their friend's conquest of Roxanne to notice. Looking back to Blake and Valerie, his fur stood on end as he witnessed his mate succumbing to her heat, whimpering in pleasure as Blake's tongue bathed her precious flower. Valerie slowly rolled onto her belly, positioning herself on all fours with her body lower to the grass and her haunches lifted, presenting herself to Blake. Blake sniffed zealously, panting as he once more dowsed the flames of her heat with his tongue, preparing Valerie for what came next.

Valerie! No! Don't...let him...

Peter darted his eyes to his friends once more, trying to sound his dismay of what he was seeing through his heavy panting. Don and Danny finally turned to Blake and Valerie, but they didn't seem to understand Peter's concern as the two only looked on eager to see more of their packmate's celebrate in their union and nature. Peter was dumbfounded, ignoring Roxanne's growls to resuming humping her so close to achieving orgasm as he looked back to Valerie and Blake...Blake climbing behind his shewolf positioning to mount and mate.

FUCK YOU!!!

His sexual desire lost to his astounding rage; Peter forcibly pried himself apart from Roxanne, the two yelped painfully from the knot being broken prematurely. Before Roxanne could turn around and snap at the unwilling stud, Peter dashed past her ignoring the pain in his groin, tackling Blake off of Valerie as his fangs ensnared his neck. Blake fought back swiping his paws at Peter's face and shoulders, but Peter outmatched him in muscle pinning Blake hard and merciless against the yard holding the offending wolf's neck firmly in jaws. Peter restrained his strength from tearing into Blake's neck, though he thirsted to end his life here and now for nearly violating his mate.

Don interviewed tackling Peter off from Blake, snarling back as he voiced his disproval of his friend's suddenly act of violence. While Don stayed with Blake, Peter gathered to his paws quickly and dashed behind Valerie, affirming his aggression and dominance over his mate to the others.

Valerie is MY mate! No one touch's her but ME!

Don did not seem to understand Peter's rash stance, yet he seemed to detect a connection between him and the white furred shewolf. Danny whined for attention as he stared into Don's eyes, a mental conversation seemingly taking place as Don glanced back to Peter with renewed understanding. He approached the angry wolf calmly as he once again looked to Peter, and then to Valerie. He whined and barked waiting for a response.

"We are mates," Valerie answered back in her human voice, smiling brightly as she looked to Peter. "We've been trying to consummate since we were out. I've already given him my blessing and heart that I will be his and his only. And...Peter has just showed me how much he truly loves me."

Peter subdued his aggression looking back to his mate, his heart fluttering and tension calmed as he gazed upon the amorous eyes of his shewolf. He spun around and approached Valerie beside her, nuzzling her face as she reached for the fur of his neck stroking his pelt.

"I wasn't lying that you could have Roxy before me," Valerie cooed, meeting her mate's golden gaze face to face. "But...I'm glad you choose me instead. I truly met the right wolf. I love you, Peter."

Peter's tongue dropped once more into a excited pant, climbing over Valerie as she rested against her back while the two exchanged nuzzles and licks. Blake began to make his way past Don baring his fangs as he was ready for second bout, Don extinguished this desire quickly stepping in front of Blake snarling fiercely to back away and leave them alone. Danny stood by his friend growling defensively in kind. Blake did not appear satisfied, but he eventually coward and laid in submission growling uneasily in his defeat. Roxanne eventually returned to Don, whining hurtfully that Peter had rejected her and left unfulfilled. Don huffed amusingly at his mate's failed attempt, prodding Roxanne with his snout that he was readily available to satisfy her again like before. Roxanne ignored his advances with a cold glance, grinning as she contemplated his offer.

"Out there, officer. All that noise is coming from the yard next to me."

All the wolves stood to attention as they heard a random voice bellow somewhere around them, realizing they were no longer alone.

"Over there; shine your light there."

A bright light more intense then the glow of the full moon suddenly hit their eyes; Peter and Valerie catching the pale shadow of a human peeking over the fence behind them.

"Holy shit! Call animal control; you're not going to believe what I just found. Their...hey!"

Before the officer could finish, the pack was already dashing into the driveway racing back into the street. The officer tried to catch up, but by the time he hopped the fence and chased after them, he couldn't be certain which direction they had sprinted off to. The rather large pack of wolves had vanished.

"Station; looks like those reports of wild animals were correct. I just spotted six wolves, big ones too, heading into the city. And that's just the few in this neighborhood. If the reports are correct; we got a lot of work cut out for us tonight."

* * *

But the authorities would not catch Peter and his pack tonight, nor would they realize they were no longer roaming the city. Peter's pack had ran a long distance through the residential area finding their way to the outskirts of town, where nature reign and the wild beckoned it's feral children to return home. Neither wolf shed a tear or sigh of regret as they eagerly raced into the forest, leaving behind their human existence in favor of their new lupine life.

Deep within the woods where they had created a fair amount of distance between them and the city, the pack came to rest until they all gathered; a choir of heavy panting breaking the quiet solace of the sleepy forest. Ears perked high in alert as the faint sound of sirens echoed back a long way they came; tensions lessened realizing the noise was too far away to be considered a threat. They were safe and home.

Danny and Blake volunteered to patrol their temporary territory for any trespassers and woodland threats, disappearing into the shadows but staying close to where their scents could be sought. Don and Roxanne became preoccupied with each other, rekindling the offer for Roxy's mate to slate her burning need as he played affectionately winning his invitation. Modesty was not used in this matter as the two simply mounted and mated where they stood, Don vigorously pumping into Roxanne without hesitation as they groaned and whined in their coitus.

Peter and Valerie watched them briefly, panting as they expressed their fascination and excitement watching their Alpha and his bitch in heated action. The pheromones of their sexual session hit Peter hard as he was reminded of his aching loins sore from both prolonged erection and from his decision to remove himself from Roxanne in their tie. The pain; though, would be worth it as Peter turned to his loving mate, blissfully amused by Valerie's lustful gaze and exhilarating panting as she cupped one of her fading human breasts in one of her forepaws fondling feverishly.

He leaned over Valerie nuzzling above her neck, nipping at her ears to steal her attention. Valerie gazed up to her dashing stud, smiling as she crawled onto her knees and held her mate in a loving embrace nuzzling back tenderly.

"This is perfect," Valerie growled, licking and kissing Peter passionately. "We're wolves. We're home. We're free."

Almost, my love.

Peter barked softly for Valerie to halt her amorous afflictions, nodding away from the horny couple as he motioned his shewolf to follow him into the woods. Valerie did so without question, scampering ever so often to stay side by side with her mate brushing against Peter always. They were only a short distance away from the pack when they came across a small clearing within the woods, the canopy above exposed to the night sky where the full moon was now at its highest. Peter watched as his mate gingerly approached the center of this clearing, her eyes scanning the field with wondrous awe.

"So familiar," Valerie murmured, tilting her head high to the sky as she gazed upon the moon; a cheery smiled stretched over her proto-muzzle as she began to pant excitedly, her tail wagging in matching emotion. "Like...before. First change...first time I was free."

A rush of pleasure shot up her spine; her body shuddered and she let out a soft yelp of surprised delight as Valerie felt the warmth of a careful wet tongue bathing her hot swollen lips. Her panting grew heavier as she turned her head to meet the gaze of her mate soothing her external heat, readying himself to quell her internally. After another doting lick Peter moved his head into her gaze and stared patiently into her golden feral eyes waiting for much needed answer; waiting for permission.

Valerie smiled in her pant, her eyes drowsy from lust and thrill. She tried to speak in her human tongue, but soft whines and howls was all the vocalization she needed to tell her mate she was ready. Curling her tail back and rubbing her rear against Peter's snout added to her announcement.

"M-mate..." Valerie growled her human voice fading as she could already feel the final effects of her long awaited transformation already starting.

Peter whined happily as he spent little time wasting any longer, climbing over Valerie's body and hugging her sides tenderly in his forearms. He leaned in reaching for Valerie's head, licking the mane of her neck affectionately to remind his shewolf that he truly loved his mate. Valerie whisked her head back to catch his amorous stare, howling softly in pleasurable as they became united once again. Peter took his time with his mate, wanting their moment to last as long as they could before they caved into their instincts and needs. He wanted to show he could be a great lover as well as a virile stud; to give Valerie the sensual pleasure of being wolf and woman that this other male may have never given her. But most of all, he wanted to show he was never letting her go and that they were together always.

Valerie's face would be blushing red if not hidden by her fur, moaning deeply as the carnal sensation increased with Peter's quickening pace. Lupine instinct was becoming hard to resist as he pumped harder and faster like their friends, looking to slate their needs soon. But it would be worth it after all this time; no more interruptions or doubts. Peter's wolfhood began to swell within, Valerie's walls began to tightened; the two were becoming knotted and the pleasure continued to rise. Tied; they were finally bound to one another, the way it should have been. Peter could already feel his loins spilling inside his mate's temple, a less potent extract paving the way for his real delectable venom.

"Pe-ter..." Valerie growled her mate's name before her human voice was finally lost, the sickening yet welcoming sound of her bone and muscle popping and cracking over her face ushering her final changes. Peter felt Valerie's entire body contort and quiver underneath him as her shoulders and legs began to change their shape; her chest barreling out further as her human breasts shrunk and body's frame converting to her natural quadruped posture. She growled anxiously through her exhilarated panting as her muzzle resumed pushing forward into its proper length and shape, her human hair blending with her pelt.

My mate Peter thought thrillingly as Valerie hung her head high to the sky howling proudly in her freedom from humanity. Her beautiful song was enough to finally break the dam in his loins, Peter lifting his head high howling together in harmony as his seed swam fervently within his mate. Valerie howled once more with Peter joining, announcing to the wild their completed union and their love.

The two lovers slowly began to topple forward, Peter clinging on top of his shewolf as he offered several more tender thrusts to extend their carnal pleasure before their loins became too sensitive to massage. The newly born wolves nuzzled and licked each other's noses amorously before Peter repositioned himself lying down behind his mate, rear to rear, remaining locked in their tie until the last of his lupine seed is drained. Peter took a fondness to this final stage selfishly; while his orgasm had come and gone the sensation of his loins continuing to deposit his potency from time to time during these passing minutes were enjoyable. But nothing gave him more pleasure and satisfaction this moment then his pride of his ultimate decision choosing Valerie as his only mate, seeing his shewolf accomplish her dream of returning to her natural state, and believing his potent seed will be enough to bestow future offspring.

My life..._Peter thought, looking back to his mate; Valerie adoringly looks to him as well, panting happily at how gratified and beautiful his shewolf had become. _...not human...but, wolf good. Shewolf my mate...take care of each other...our kin. Wolf is life. Wolf is us. Hunt food, claim territory, mate more...like life. Like wolf. Happy...

Mixed emotions intended to swell as ghosts of his human memories attempted to become corporal in his mind. But his wolf side dispersed them away finding such trivial memories unwanted in his new way of life. The wolf that Peter had become was happy with the simple knowledge of being just that, a wolf. And his happiness constantly grew with each lovingly glance, soft elated yelp, and every affectionate nuzzle his shewolf presented.

As the knot loosened the wolfish couple gathered to their paws, licking affectionately over their muzzles and necks, Don and the rest of their pack called out to them eager to resume their run and satisfy another lust now more prominent than ever...their hunger for food. Peter and Valerie raised their heads high and howled back announcing their momentary return. Peter fur stood on end, eager to finally put his claws and fangs to good use since feeling the urge to hunt back at the restaurant. Valerie barked as she zealous scampered in front of Peter slowly disappearing into the shadows of the woods. Her feral golden hues glared back with a sultry gaze, relaying a hidden promise before their yellow glow faded.

Mate! Peter jubilantly howled in mind, barking thrillingly as he sprinted forward in pursuit of his mate and his pack, anxious to hunt and eager to please his shewolf all night, the silver moon above guiding the new wolves into their new lives.