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Tommy could hardly process what had happened in the moments after Mr. Grey ended his delivery of the lore for the night. All he knew now was that Justin, the boy that Tommy had been secretly crushing on before Ryan entered the picture, was now standing in front of him, fully transformed, and with a look of desire on his face that Tommy couldn't ever remember seeing before.

"Come on, Tommy, I'm the junior alpha. That means I get first dibs on you."

"First dibs... for what?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "You've gotta be kidding me." Justin swiftly slid his tailshorts off, revealing a crotch that was surrounded with the same sandy blonde fur that covered his body - which made the bright red tip of his dick peeking out from the top of his sheath all the more obvious. "I know you've wanted this since you were 9 years old. I could smell the pheromones coming off you every time we played together. I thought you'd be bending over and presenting as soon as the two of us were alone."

Tommy could hardly believe what he was hearing. All this time he had kept his feelings for other guys, and Justin especially, a closely-guarded secret. And now here he was, not just blowing the secret wide open but actually being receptive to it. "You mean... you knew this whole time? And you're OK with it?"

"Look, Tommy, there're two things you need to know." Justin got up close to Tommy, putting a paw on his shoulder. "First off, if you haven't noticed, there's about ten male werewolves for every female. Female humans go sterile if they're turned, and about three out of every four werewolves who are born are boys. Nobody knows why, but it's been that way for centuries. It's not a big deal for guys to do each other around here. And second, you being gay? Nobody really cares around here. Actually, it might be a good thing, because it means less competition in the pack for the females that we do have. Nobody's going to worry about you stealing their mate if they know you're not into it. So stop being such a sissy, take off your shorts, and give me your ass."

It was the same odd combination of support, friendship, and outward authority that Justin had shown among his friends before. But now, with the full moon shining brightly above them, all of his lupine instincts kicking in at full throttle, made it impossible for Tommy to resist. As if by reflex, Tommy found himself stripping off his own shorts, getting on all fours, and lifting up his shaggy tail to offer himself to his friend.

In a flash, Justin was pressed up against Tommy's backside, his slick tip teasing at Tommy's ring. "I'll try to take it slow, but I can't make any promises. Once I'm in, there's not really gonna be a chance to change your mind." Tommy felt one of Justin's arms reach across his stomach, as Justin leaned in close to Tommy's ear. "You ready?" he asked softly.

Tommy inhaled deeply. Justin was his first crush, but never did he think they'd actually do anything together - and definitely not in this way. He dug his claws into the soil, steeling himself for what he knew was going to be a painful entry. "I'm ready."

Tommy could feel warmth, and wetness, spread across his anus as Justin's tip worked to lubricate the entry. Then, a paw closing around the length of his own lupine member, already hard and in full display, made Tommy yelp in surprise and pain.

"Geez, Tommy, you've gotta learn to keep that thing inside so it doesn't dry out." Justin removed his hand from Tommy's length, opting instead to put both hands atop Tommy's rump to prepare for the initial thrust. "Wolves don't let their dicks come all the way out of the sheath. It keeps it moist until it's time to go in, but it also feels amazing to slide from the sheath right into the mate, just like... this!"

With one fluid motion, Justin thrust into Tommy's behind, and the full length of the junior alpha's cock slipped cleanly inside. Tommy hissed sharply as a flash of pain swept over him, but the tapered shape of the organ allowed Justin to nestle himself against Tommy's hindquarters. Justin let out a gasp of his own as he buried himself deep into Tommy. "Shit, Tommy, you're tighter than Travis was his first time."

Tommy might asked about that last remark, if the sensations he was feeling inside him weren't taking his breath away. All that interested him right now was the hot fullness lodged inside of his ass. Justin stayed in position for a moment, giving Tommy a chance to adjust to his girth, before slowly retreating almost his entire length out of him. Then he thrust again, still smooth but a little quicker this time, once again knocking the wind out of Tommy when he hit home once more. This was follower by another thrust, then another, the speed gradually picking up, until the two wolves found a rhythm that suited them both.

Tommy saw fireworks going off in his vision. He didn't know what was real, and what was fantasy. He didn't know if the silence he was hearing was true, or if it was just his sense of hearing taking leave of itself. All he knew was the constant in-out-in-out motion from Justin that was making his ass tingle, his innards squirm, and his own cock drool. For his part, Justin continued fucking his packmate with a surprising gentility. He didn't know how many times Justin had done this in the past - it couldn't be many - but he was such an expert at it, with drives that were strong without being rough, gentle without being half-hearted.

He felt a new sensation as the coupling progressed. The inward pushes and outward pulls of Justin's penis began to meet some resistance. It wasn't just in and out anymore; it was pop, in, pop, out. Tommy knew what was causing it - not its name, but certainly its function, and whined each time his anal ring was stretched by the swollen bulb at Justin'sbase.

"Justin..." Tommy huffed. "What is that thing?"

"It's called a knot," Justin said, seemingly anticipating the question, never breaking the rhythm. "You ready to tie with me?"

"Tie with you??" Tommy asked, working out the meaning but not sure if he wanted to do it.

"Lemme in, Tommy." With a forceful thrust, Justin's knot slipped into Tommy's tight passage, and this time it wouldn't come back out. Tommy clenched his eyes and screamed, the spike of excruciating pain as his sphincter was forced wide open. But after the pain came a feeling of enormous pressure, incredible pleasurable pressure as Justin's knot pressed up against Tommy's prostate and sent shockwaves of euphoria up his spine. His eyes snapped open, mouth agape in the new feelings - an organ he didn't know the name of massaging a gland he never knew he had.

Before he knew it, Tommy felt a squirting sensation blasting through his insides, as Justin's cock spurted his young lupine seed into him. The pressure against his prostate, the thick liquid coating his intestines, and the utter fullness of Justin's entire organ inside him sent Tommy totally over the edge, and for the second time that night, Tommy felt his cock twitch and seize as white bands of his semen painted the ground below him again and again. He clamped down around Justin with each shot, accentuating the massive dick that was stuffed inside him, and was bound to remain there until the knot finally deflated.

The two of them spent the next few minutes coasting off of the enormous high they both had enjoyed. Tommy growled peacefully, his body absorbing the essence that was flowing inside of him, as Justin dragged his claws playfully down Tommy's sides, skritching him like a pet.

When they finally came to their senses, it was Justin who spoke first. "Was it as good as you hoped?" he asked softly.

Tommy couldn't help but pant loudly as he recovered from his mating, gasping at the ferocity of it all. "Wow."

"Just wait, you'll get your turn soon enough." Justin tugged a little with his hips to see if he had shrunk enough to pull out yet. With some resistance, the two of them finally separated, and after Tommy got done stretching out the fatigue in his muscles from being on hands and feet for so long, he walked over to where he left his shorts and began to pick them up.

"Where're you going? Don't tell me you don't want to return the favor."

Still bent over, Tommy looked back at Justin. "What do you mean?"

"That's what the lore says. The alpha always offers himself to a new packmate - after claiming him first, of course. It's how we show respect to someone who's new."

Tommy blushed under the fur of his muzzle. "You're joking."

"Honest, it's totally legit." Justin walked up close to Tommy again, taking his chin by the hand and directing his gaze at the junior alpha. "I'm giving you a chance to do what you've always wanted to do, Tommy Boy. You gonna pass it up?"

"But..." Tommy hesitated. "You don't feel anything for me."

"That's not true. I feel the same for you as I do for all of our friends. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't."

"That's not what I mean. We're not... you know... boyfriends or anything."

"So? Wolves don't have boyfriends or girlfriends. They just mate. Out in the human world you can worry about stuff like that. But tonight you can let go of being human for a while and just work on your instincts." Justin dropped to his hands and feet, adopting the same position Tommy had just been in, lifting his tail in exactly the same way, looking back at the other werewolf. "What are your instincts telling you to do now, Tommy Boy?"

Tommy watched slack-jawed as his friend presented himself. Justin looked positively gorgeous at the moment, with his tail in the air, his ass sticking out invitingly. Before long, Tommy could feel the blood rushing back into his groin again, and the tip of his penis was peeking out of its sheath. He almost felt like he was under some sort of hypnotism as he slowly walked up to Justin, grinning mischievously Tommy lined up behind him. But unlike Justin, who was performing the act out of compulsory tradition, Tommy intended to enjoy the experience.

He bent down, pressing his nose against Justin's pucker, letting his wolf side dictate the course of action. There was the obvious stink that he was expecting, and he crinkled his muzzle in revulsion, but another smell was there too. Something fruity, spicy, inviting. Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue and gave the backside a lick. It tasted as it smelled, only more of the enjoyable flavor and less of what revolted him.

Justin yipped at the cold wetness that slurped over him. "That tickles."

Tommy paid little attention to what his friend was saying. He was too enamored with the gauntlet of odors and flavors that now filled his sinuses. Another lick, and another, more probing this time as he actually tried to enter Justin's passage with his tongue. Justin's tail began to wag, annoying Tommy as it whacked him on the side of the head a few times, but not enough to move him out of position. Instead, Tommy began to work lower, snuffling over the furry balls and taint that pulsed eagerly with his ministrations.

"You're more into this than any of the other guys," Justin said breathlessly. "Most of them just jumped on top of me and got it over with."

"You enjoying it?" Tommy growled in the middle of his foreplay.

"I don't mind it, I'll say that much. I'd still rather be the one on top, though."

"That's probably because none of the other guys felt the same way I do about you." Tommy stood back up, drawing his semi-sheathed cock up along the cleft of Justin's hindquarters. Rather than just plunge right in, though, he took a moment to savor the act he was just about to begin, rubbing the entrance with his tip to lubricate it. When he could hold out no longer, he sunk his length into Justin's hole, and for the first time in his life he got to enjoy the feeling of being inside someone.

Hot. Slick. Intoxicatingly tight. Tommy felt all those sensations and more, as he moaned loudly in response to his cock burying itself into his alpha. He worried that he might just start to cum right there, but he held himself together enough to keep from blowing it too quickly. "Unnngghhh..." he groaned, the pleasure almost making him dizzy. "This feels so fucking good..."

"Just wait," Justin replied. "It's gonna get a whole lot better."

Tommy wanted to go slow and steady, like Justin had done a few minutes ago. But there was such an urgent need burning inside him - his first opportunity to mate, and while Justin wasn't his main crush anymore, he was still a specimen to behold - that all he could manage were quick, hard charges. He banged into Justin's rump with every thrust, his balls swingingly wildly and colliding with Justin from time to time. He closed his eyes tightly, bursts of purple and orange and yellow filling his vision with each impatient thrust. A throaty gurgle began to come out of Tommy, the sheer force and effort behind every push and pull making it impossible to remain silent as Justin panted happily under him.

Then came the moment that Justin had advertised. Tommy began to feel the familiar sensation of swelling around the base of his cock, coupled with his balls tightening up in his sac. But with this being the first time he was inside someone else as it happened, the tightness surrounding his member grew stronger and stronger, every second ten times more intense than the last. He could feel the cum boil inside him, ready to spill. Every muscle in his body contracted, nerves firing over his entire body, but especially along the length of his wolfhood. The pressure built, and built, and built until there was no force in the universe capable of holding it back. The halting grunts and snarls escaping Tommy's muzzle gave way to an earth-shattering roar, as his cock pulsed sending another salvo of so much lupine spunk into Justin that it splashed out around his knot. Each twitch of his cock sent a rapturous shockwave through his body, the pleasure centers in brain overloaded with stimulation. When it was finally over Tommy collapsed on top of his alpha, testing the strength of Justin's legs as he carried all of Tommy's weight on top of him.

"Damn, Tommy Boy. I guess you enjoyed that more than I expected."

Tommy breathed heavily as he regained his bearings. "You... have... no idea," he said between breaths.

Once Tommy had come down enough from his coupling to separate from Justin, the two boys looked each other in the eyes for a solid minute. Even though he knew that Justin was never going to return the sentiments that he once had for the junior alpha, the fact that he was willing to give himself up to Tommy, especially considering Justin's position of authority within the pack, was something that made both his human and wolf sides feel warm with appreciation.

After grabbed their shorts and getting their clothes back on, the two of them started making their way back to the center of the campsite, where one of the wolves continued tending to the bonfire that still burned dimly When the wolf noticed Tommy approaching, he waved them both over. "Hey, it's the Wagner kid!"

"Wagner?" Tommy asked. "Who's that?"

"Pete and Emily Wagner," the adult werewolf replied. "They were your original parents."

"Wait a second," Justin interjected. "Benny, you knew Tommy's parents?"

"I sure did. Have a seat, guys; I'll tell you all about them."

Tommy and Justin made their way to the fire pit, where they both took a seat next to the shaggy, brown-and-gray furred werewolf who had invited them over. "This is Benny Blanks," Justin said, introducing Tommy to the older wolf. "He runs a barbecue restaurant in Camarillo. He's the one who gets us all of the food for our gatherings."

"Nice to meet you," Tommy greeted, offering his hand.

Benny eagerly grabbed Tommy's hand and shook it. "I'm awfully glad to meet you. You and your folks should stop by the restaurant one of these days. Best barbecue in the county. And I give a special discount for the pack, too - 25 percent off on Wednesdays."

Justin laughed. "First time you meet him, and you're already pushing your rib joint on him?"

"Hey, I've gotta make enough profit to buy all the extra food for these shindigs. Steaks ain't cheap, you know." Benny flashed a toothy smile to Justin, then turned his attention back to Tommy. "But enough about that. You remember anything about your real mom and dad?" Benny asked.

"Nothing, really," Tommy replied. "They died when I was six months old. I didn't even know I was adopted until I turned six and the parents I have now told me."

"You'd be proud of them both," Benny sighed. "Your dad and I studied at UCSB together. One of the smartest guys I know. As soon as he graduated, he picked up a job at one of the local accounting firms around here. Emily was a local girl, studying to be a nurse. The two of them met at the first gathering Pete went to in this area, and it was all romance from there."

Benny gave Tommy a look-over and continued.

"You look a lot like your father, Tommy," Benny said wistfully. "He didn't look too imposing on the outside, but damn, he was a scrapper. Managed to fend off half the pack here to get at Emily. Myself included. Probably would've been in line to become alpha, too. There wasn't one person in the pack that didn't respect him. He and Emily made a terrific couple. It's a damn shame what happened to them. No Paladin attacks for 20 years around here, and the two of them end up being the first ones."

"What do you mean, Paladin attacks?" Tommy repeated. "My parents died in a car accident. A drunk driver smashed into them."

Benny furrowed his brow. "Who told you that?"

Tommy was unnerved by that question, but answered anyway. "That's what they told my mom and dad when they adopted me."

Benny looked away from the boys, shaking his head plaintively, chuckling in disgust. "They covered it up. Goddamn bastards in the police department covered it up."

"Covered what up?" Justin asked. "What's going on, Benny?"

"Tommy, werewolves die one of four ways: old age, silver, burns from fire or acid, and attacks from other werewolves. They don't die in car accidents."

Tommy could feel his stomach turning sour, the blood draining away from his face, his knees going weak. Of course it made sense that werewolves wouldn't be hurt in traditional ways, but it never occurred to him to think it all the way through.

"I'm sorry, Tommy," Benny said. "I thought you knew."

It seemed almost routine at this point, but once again Tommy found himself tearing up. Finding out that his parents were murdered rather than just killed in a freak accident was hard enough. But knowing that there was a Paladin living across the street from him, the father of the boy he'd fell in love with, put three times the burden on his heart.

"Benny..." Justin said, "is it possible that Linus... killed Tommy's parents?"

"I wish I could say one way or the other. That's the thing about Paladins: we know they're behind it, but we don't know the specific person who did it. It could have been Linus, it could've been a Paladin from out of town - hell, maybe there's another Paladin living around here we don't know about. But we can't jump to conclusions and assume that Linus was the one who did it. Really doesn't matter, anyway. A Paladin is a Paladin. It doesn't matter who they kill. They're a threat to all of us."

"So why would they cover this up?" Justin asked.

"Probably to protect the secret. You know your dad isn't the only werewolf in the police force. They probably classify any Paladin attack as a drunk driving death or something like that to keep the heat off. Word gets out of people being shot to death with silver bullets and they start wondering if there's a reason for it. I just wish someone had told Tommy's parents about this, instead of lying to them like this."

Benny looked back over at Tommy, who was clearly distraught at this news.

"Hey, it's OK, Tommy," Benny said, stroking the back of the boy's head. "You've got the pack now. We'll protect you."

"Protect me??" Tommy retorted, now starting to get angry at the pack's apparent unwillingness to confront the problem head-on. "If you couldn't protect my parents, how can you protect me?"

"It's strength in numbers," Benny explained. "We know there's a Paladin out there, so we know not to venture alone. Paladins don't go after more than one or two of us at a time. They risk being caught, or even attacked themselves."

"Well, why don't we do that?" Tommy asked, repeating what his dad was thinking a few days ago. "If we know he's a Paladin, let's get him before he gets us. We don't even need to kill him - just bite him so he'll turn into a werewolf too."

"That's the absolute last thing we want to do," Benny said flatly. "A Paladin who gets turned is more dangerous than a human Paladin. Not only are you giving them all of the benefits of being a werewolf by doing that - including the ability to sense our auras - now they have nowhere to turn for safety. Other Paladins will consider him to be tainted and hunt him down like any other werewolf. The werewolves who attacked him are still going to look at him like the hunter he was, and now that he's not a Paladin anymore we have an excuse to take him out. His only way out is to essentially go berserk and try to take out as many of us as he can before we kill him. There's no sense in that."

"So we're just going to sit around and wait for Linus to find us?"

"That's why you need to talk to Ryan," Justin replied. "We need to know how close his dad is to finding out about us. If he already knows, then maybe we can be a bit more aggressive in how we defend ourselves. If he doesn't, then we can lay low and nobody gets hurt."

Tommy broke eye contact with Justin, sighing disappointedly.

"Look, there's no point in being mad at Ryan right now. This isn't his fault. It's his dad we need to worry about."

"Last week you guys were treating like a freak," Tommy retorted. "And now you want me to be nice to him? Make up your mind, Justin."

"We wanted him to stay away from us because we knew his dad was a Paladin," Justin replied. "We didn't want Ryan to find out about us and then tell his dad. But since he already knows, we need him to be on our side. And there's only one way we can do that. You need to talk to him, Tommy."

"Me?" Tommy snickered. "Why don't you do it. You're the junior alpha, aren't you?"

"Don't be a smart ass, Tommy. He knows you a lot more than he knows the rest of us. We've gotta find out if he knows about his father or not. If he doesn't, then we can get to him before his dad and maybe he'll help us out."

"And what if he does know? What if he's already told his dad about all of us?"

"Then I guess we're all dead!" Justin said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Tommy, I know you had feelings for Ryan. And I know you feel kinda betrayed right now. But Ryan hasn't done anything. He doesn't know why you're so cold to him now. It's better if he hears it from you so that he can maybe take a stand against his father, than have his dad turn him against us. And besides - you still feel something for him, don't you?"

Tommy fell silent for a moment before admitting something he didn't want. "A little."

"So make up with him. Tell him what's going on. It's the only real chance we have to avoid a fight. Meanwhile, I'll talk with my dad and see if there's any other information about what happened to your parents. If there's anything that might point to whether or not Linus was the one who killed them, he should be able to let us know."

Tommy gave the offer some thought before finally sighing in resignation, "OK, I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, Tommy. You're really helping us all out." Justin gave his friend a reassuring pat on the back, bringing Tommy's spirits up a little bit. "Come on, let's meet up with the other guys and see what they're doing."

The final hours of the gathering were spent with Tommy reuniting with his friends. The five boys ran through the forest, scaring away the various wildlife they came across, stopping every once in a while to howl at the moon. Tommy found the camaraderie between them all grow even stronger than it was before, with the underlying feeling of everyone belonging to the same pack now serving as the foundation for their friendship. There was the same talks that they always had, about sports and cars and movies, but the subject of girls was now conspicuously absent. Tommy took it as a sign that they all knew about his own personal leanings, and the fact that they all accepted him despite being a little different was of great comfort.

As late night slowly faded into early morning, an odd sense of calmness settled upon Tommy. It was hard to see among all the trees, but a brightening sky indicated that the moon was beginning to disappear from the horizon. Tommy watched in awe as all of the changes that he'd undergone with such intensity were now reversing themselves. By the time he'd completely returned to human form, he almost expected to just go to sleep on the spot, but instead of being drowsy he felt refreshed, like he'd gotten a full night's sleep in the time it took for him to change back. The same humans who had greeted him so cheerfully the night before were returning to the campsite, all of them looking a bit disheveled after the night they'd had. Right on cue, the barbecues were fired up again, with pancakes, bacon, ham, and coffee now coming out of the ice chests for the early breakfast.

Tommy sat alone in the center of it all, scanning the crowd for the people he knew as his mother and father. When he finally saw Mr. and Mrs. Ainge emerge from the RV where they had spent the night, Tommy dashed over to them both and gave them a big hug, as though he hadn't seen them in a month.

"Well good morning, kiddo," Mr. Ainge said brightly. "Looks like you've had an eventful night. Nothing too crazy, I hope."

Tommy's mind flashed back to what transpired between him and Justin, but decided to spare his parents the details. Instead, he just nodded eagerly and continued to hold on tightly to his adoptive parents, happy that they were there for him, but silently wishing that his actual parents were still around to hold him.

The family didn't stick around the campsite for much longer. Even though Tommy got his fair share of breakfast, his parents settled for a quick cup of coffee before hitting the road. As they got in the car and began to pull away, Tommy could hear everyone in the pack give him a fond farewell, as enthusiastic as the welcome he got when he first arrived. As he waved back at the others from his car window, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction glowing through him. As scary and as risky as their current situation was, it was gratifying to know that he had the full support of everyone in the pack.

The tricky part was soon to come.