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Chapter 44 - Kyle

“Heh, wow,” Cal says, shaking his head a little with an grimaced smile and looking at his feet. “There’s a name I’d have preferred not to have remembered so soon after being horny,” he laughs awkwardly, “but I can understand why you’d be curious.”

“Oh, I didn’t know it was such a sensitive topic. You don’t have to if -”

“No no,” Cal interrupts with a more sincere smile. “I’ve just not heard that name in a while, and it’s not a Great memory.” He looks at Ember who is staring with curious intensity. He goes to retrieve the chair at his desk and drops himself onto it with a loud sigh. “Alright, I’ll tell you about Kyle, but only if you promise to never bring him up again, alright? Especially around Hess.”

Ember gulps a little and nods, nervous he’s about to be told a dangerous secret. “I promise.”

Cal dips his head, leaning back in the chair and crosses his feet at the end of his outstretched legs. “Where do I begin?” He asks himself, fiddling with his fingers and hoping the right words will come to him.

“Kyle was a werewolf, brought to us by a Hunter Sect about … 7 months ago?” Cal inflects as he tries to recall. “He’d been threatening and frightening people of a town, but not actually killed anyone. So, he was brought to us before that happened.” Ember twists his face into a perfect visage of incredulity. “There are good Hunters out there, you know dear. They aren’t all arseholes,” he chuckles.

“Humph, believe that when I see it,” the black wolf grumbles.

“Anyway, he was brought here and we of course took him in.” Cal sighs again “He was … difficult. Fought the effects of the collar night and day and had to be kept locked in the basement. Hess and I had often gone down there to talk with him, try and reason, but he would mostly ignore us. After about a week, he was eventually brought upstairs to try mingle with us, assuming the dungeon was having more of a negative and that if we brought him up he would start to get better. however, as soon as he entered the hallway, he barged past us and barrelled into the back door sending it flying off its hinges. He ran through the garden and into the woods. Master took off my collar and ordered me to chase him down while he went to retrieve his tranquilliser and followed behind with Hess.“

“He took your collar off?” Ember asks, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, he couldn’t have me getting as homesick as Kyle would be. He hoped it would have slowed him down enough to allow me to catch up.”

“Did it?”

“No …” Cal idly swivels his chair left and right. “Not enough, anyway. He’d had to have his showers in the basement up to then so his trail was easy enough to follow. The only trouble was that at these speeds, he soon entered the farm at the other end of the forest and with all the livestock, I lost the scent.”

“So what happened?” Asks Ember like an impatient child wanting to know the end of the story before it’s been read.

“Hess showed up a couple of minutes later carrying the master and I told them what happened. I’d not seen him so upset and disappointed in himself than at that moment, because he knew he’d have to send Hunters after him. Aside from the fact that it would now have affected his reputation as an effective handler of werewolves, it meant that that would very likely be the last time we ever saw Kyle.”

“I see … was it?” Ember queries more cautiously.

“No. But I wish it was.” Cal smiles weakly and shakes his head slowly. “The master hid his escape from the Hunters to give us more time and we extended our search during the night. But no luck.

“Two days later, in the evening, he showed up at our door, alone, bedraggled and sobbing. He threw himself at my feet and begged me to take him in. I could barely get a word out of him he was so hysterical, not to mention ragged and out of breath from running. He was a mess. When the master came down, he attempted to get closer and prostrate himself, so Hess and I had to hold it back. We eventually managed to calm him down and got him on a chair in the hallway. He explained that in his fit of rage and terror when he ran away, that he raided a house in a village beyond the farm and killed the people living there so he could hide.”

“Oh no.” Ember gasps, holding a hand to his mouth.

“While he’d been holed up in the house, he raided what food was available and struggled keeping it down as the collar took stronger effect. He knew he was going to be hunted again and likely killed for what he’d done and the fear tortured him. After two days of being too scared to leave the house, it got too much for him. He snuck out at night and came back here, hoping we would give him refuge. Were it not for the fact that he escaped and killed two innocent people, we would have been able to give him a second chance.”

“You couldn’t fight for him, like you did for me?”

“We did, love. But the fact that he got away put a lot of mistrust in the master’s practices. We lost one of our benefactors from that alone and only got them back when Voigt was successfully habilitated. Kyle damaged the master’s reputation more than he could resolve, and when the Hunters threatened to dissolve their agreement, we were forced to turn him over.” Cal dips his eyes and links his fingers. “That was the last we saw of him.”

“Gosh, that really is awful,” Ember says quietly. “So what happens if a wolf can’t be habilitated or leaves willingly? Does the master have to tell the Hunters?”

“Depends if they have a provisional civility licence. If they escape before they get one, they fall into the custody of the Hunters. It’s part of our agreement with the Venatoriat.” Cal explains, finally uncrossing his legs and sitting more upright. “However if a wolf is tame but unwilling to stay, they have to sign a release form and are set free. If you never received your full civil licence though, you’ll be watched closely by Hunters, but not actively hunted.

“So, because Kyle never went up to see the master, he never even got his provisional.”

“Poor boy wasn’t well, but there was nothing we could do to help him. Even the master has admitted that the tactics we used were clearly not good for him. But when there’s no one else willing to take werewolves, it’s here or suffer the fate of the Hunters; or be sent to France to be habilitated there.”

“Is it really just here? For all of England?”

“For now.” Cal shrugs, nodding. “There’s talk of a proper facility being made, but few people actually want to fund it, so it takes a while.”

“I wish more people cared about us,” Ember whines sombrely.

“There are more nowadays. More than ever before thanks to the spread of the internet and those … furries. Did Hess tell you about them yet?” Ember nods. “Some of the things he’s shown me.” He tuts and shakes his head with a smile.

“I guess so. Still … poor Kyle.”

“Yes it’s a regrettable time to remember and it always upsets Hess to think about. Please don’t mention it again,” Cal insists, looking seriously at Ember.

“I won’t. Thank you for talking to me about it, though I don’t know how much gladder I am to know it.”

“Yeah, it’s not a story I enjoy recounting. What was the master even saying to make him bring up Kyle?”

“He was having an argument with someone on the phone. I think they were the ones that brought him up.”

“Ah, that makes sense. The Venatoriat like to throw it in his face when he’s winning an argument.” Cal chuckles. “Petty, really.”

The room grows silent again as Ember ruminates on the story of the wolf who got away and wonders what would have happened to him if he never came back that night. No doubt he would have been captured pretty quickly with the collar stopping him getting too far away. With the escape and the murder of two innocent humans, there was nothing anyone could do for him. Even if Cal had found him and brought him back, it probably would have been too late. “I guess you only get one chance,” he thinks.

“Anyway, enough of this topic. Do you wanna sleep with me again or in your own bed?” Cal asks, standing back up and wheeling the chair back to the desk.

Ember thinks for a second, realising that since the first night, he’s exclusively slept in the beds with other men, and he loves that. “If it’s alright with you … I’d love to snuggle you again.”

“More than ok dear. I was hoping you would,” he says sweetly and plants a kiss on the black muzzle.

“Voigt and Hess are sleeping together tonight as well.”

“That’s always very cute to see.”

“I wonder if Voigt has earplugs.” Ember titters, gently touching the spot where Cal’s lips just were.

“Heh, he doesn’t need ‘em. He’s up instantly at the sound of an alarm or someone calling his name, but Hess blaring in his ear like a fog horn won’t wake him.”

“Quite a talent that.”

“Sure is. Right, I’m gonna get ready for bed, you can come brush your teeth and stuff when I’m back.”

Ember nods and stands up as the white wolf vacates the room. He wanders around the floor space in contemplation, curious to ask more questions about what kind of wolf Kyle was like, but he knows better now that will only upset Cal. For whatever it is worth, Ember wishes that Kyle is happy and cared for, wherever he ended up.

The two wolves clean their pearly whites, do everything else they feel is necessary and rendezvous under the covers in the darkened room. The skinny wolf huddles up backward against the angles of the other’s body, slotting their shapes together into one. He nestles in, purring in a wolfish growl when he feels the bigger frame wrap an arm around and lock him in place.

“Hey Cal,” the big spoon broaches, nuzzling into the white furry neck.

“Yes dear?” He responds in a sleepy drawl.

“You never told me what your judge of character was about me from when we first met.”

“Hmm.” Cal rolls onto his back and looks at the wolf to his side, the amber eyes piercing through the blackness that surrounds him. “I thought a lot of things when I first saw you at that cabin. We staked you out for a little while and I felt a great sense of pity when I knew what your life was. Even when you hunted, it seemed like you only did it to pass the time.”

“Did …” Ember gulps,“Did you watch me all the time?”

“Not … all the time.” Cal smirks “But I may have enjoyed some occasions where you found other ways to occupy yourself.”

Ember fidgets a little, glad of the lack of light to hide his embarrassment.

“Anyway, even then, I never thought you were a bad person. When we brought you in, I peered into your cell when you were sleeping, and you looked so at war with yourself. Not angry, just, frustrated and confused. Even when you were brought up and were so nervous and timid, I could tell immediately that you would fit in here. Not because I thought you were weak or anything, but because I could tell you couldn’t believe it was really happening and wanted to find out if it was real.”

“You really had me all figured out, right from the start?”

“Yeah. Because I experienced it the same way. I was very resistant to the change, but if I had what you had when I joined, three other wolves to talk with, all being there to help me, I would have integrated much faster than I did back then. It was just me and the master, so it took longer for me to come to terms with it. I saw a lot of similarity in you. I sensed that same feeling of unworthiness; that our kindness to you was undeserved.”

Ember nods, ashamed that he was so dismissive of it all. “I kept thinking it would just be a dream, that I’d wake up back in the cabin and have to go back to work.”

“Thankfully, it wasn’t. You’re really here, Ember. You’re safe, and loved.” Cal kisses the black muzzle again and rolls back onto his side. “I knew right from the start that you belonged here, and for that reason I knew I could trust you. Today, at the banquet, you proved me right.”

“If it weren’t for the collar, I would have killed Lewis. I dreamt it vividly enough,” Ember mutters, still feeling the touch of Cal’s lips on his own.

“You’re were provoked, I don’t count that, especially so soon after you joined. I meant all the work you put in to preparing the meal with Hess and the way you presented yourself to the guests. It was very honourable, and the master was so delighted by your progress.”

“Really?” Ember blushes again and feels like tail start to wag.

“Yes dear, of course. Now come on, let’s get to sleep.” The white wolf snuggles back up against the other and lets himself be captured again.

“Ok ok. … Hey, by the way, can you take me back to my cabin at some point? I want to go and get something.”

“Oh … yeah sure.”

“Cool, thanks.” Ember holds the white wolf close to him and whispers, “That is, if you can stand being alone with me in the middle of the woods, all alone.” He can feel a tail start to twitch against his knees. “Who knows what could happen to a defenceless puppy like you.”

“Emberrr, we need to get to sleep,” Cal complains, starting to get aroused again. He finds it strange to feel this way so soon after talking about Kyle, but his head counter-points that the distraction will make for more pleasant dreams.

“So you don’t want me to tell you what happened with me and Voigt? In intimate detail?” Ember responds, keeping his voice low and sultry.

Cal whines and curls his body into a more foetal position, trapping his arms between his thighs in an attempt to deny himself pleasure. He can’t help groan as his behind is groped by the bulkier wolf which answers the question, but an insistent “huh?” forces him to respond more vocally.

“W-woof,” Cal says quietly.

“Mm such a good dog,” Ember responds, and start telling the story of how he and an older grey wolf fucked in the forest until they came so hard they detached from reality.

He holds the submissive wolf tightly in bed as he tells the story in teasing detail until they both end up falling asleep with erections. Even in the morning at sound of Cal’s alarm, their cocks are just as firm as the night before, so they spend a little time rubbing them together and smooching until they need to get up.