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Colin laughed as he sat at the dinner table with everyone else. “Yeah, Douglas did something like that too, Jesse. The idiot would’ve stumbled right into an ambush had Dad not stopped him.”

Douglas was Colin’s brother and Colin was talking about a story that mirrored Jesse’s where the Irakka stopped Lucas from stumbling into an ambush from when he first joined their pack.

David wasn’t smiling as he listened to Colin recite the story, though he was amused by it. He asked, “Why’d you leave their pack anyways?”

The dinner conversations ground to a halt. Colin gripped his cutlery with white knuckles, Jesse glared at David, and Morrison growled, “Madhouse.”

“What?” asked David. “I just want to know why someone woul-”

He then screamed out in pain when Colin stabbed David’s hand with his steak knife, pinning it to the table. Colin stormed off to the bedroom as David wrenched the knife from his hand.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he yelled at Colin as the wolf-blood ran out of the bedroom in Urhan and out of the house.

“What’s wrong with him?” snapped Tsu’mara, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Me?!” yelled David before showing his bloody hand. “I’m the one who got fucking stabbed.”

“I, I, I, me, me, me, ” said Jesse before getting up from his chair and jabbing a judgemental finger into David’s chest. “That’s all I ever hear coming out of your damn muzzle.”

Lucas stood and snarled, “Maybe if you weren’t such a self absorbed prick, you’d be able to see what was staring you right in the face.”

“Kaiden,” said David. “Help me here.”

“Don’t drag me into this,” said the newest pack member who was trying to eat his dinner. “But you are fucking idiot.”

A firm, clawed hand grabbed the back of David’s neck and slammed his head onto the thick solid wood of the dining table. Stunned by the strike, he couldn’t even bring himself to yell out in pain. He only cried out when the claws dug in and pierced his skin.

Morrison leant in close and snarled in David’s ear, “Find him and apologize.”

The elder then threw David from the table to the back door, “And don’t come back until you do.”

David rubbed his neck with a canine whine before shifting into Urhan and slinking out of the house.

He relied more on his nose than his sight as he tracked his mark in the cold desert night. The scent of his quarry grew stronger, and the sap on the broken limbs of a nearby shrub that the scent trail went through was still fresh. His prey was close, realised David with a thrill. He slowly stalked out of the desert scrubland onto the large rocky hill his prey’s scent led out into. Upon catching sight of his prey, a small red wolf sitting alone atop a large boulder at the peak of the hill, he licked his chops in anticipation and silently prowled towards them. But he paused when the red wolf lifted his head a let out low, mournful howl.

David shook his head, the sorrow of Colin’s howl shunted him out of his hunting mindset so completely that it left him stunned and confused. Like how a person would wake up confused after being unconscious. Something David was all too familiar with from being regularly sedated by asylum orderlies. Be it from him getting into another brawl, or they were just too lazy to deal with the patients. Both were a common occurrence.

David turned around and walked to the nearest desert shrub. He slapped a paw at one of its branches to deliberately snap it to catch Colin’s attention and make it seem like he had only arrived just then. The red wolf halted his howl and snapped his head towards the sudden sound with his hackles raised. Colin snarled when he saw who it was before turning his back to the larger wolf. He growled in the First Tongue, “Leave me alone.”

David shifted to human form and walked up to the boulder Colin was sitting on and climbed up on top, sitting down next to the smaller wolf who ignored him and looked out into the distance. Catching sight of the nearby US-93 and the cars and trucks driving along it,

David looked behind him, down the hill in the direction of the house, and cabins, “The Old Man won’t let me until I apologize.”

The smaller wolf glanced at David and let out an irritated huff, and started shifting back to human form until Colin was sitting naked on the rock next to David, hugging both his knees and wolf hide tight to his chest. “Apology accepted. Now leave.”

Looking away from the direction of the house and down at Colin,”Not until you tell me what your problem is.”

Colin breathed in sharply and snapped at David, “MY PROBLEM?!”

David was shocked at Colin’s display. Shocked that he would act in such an aggressive way when he had always been so kind to him. Colin realised this too, he looked away and hugged his knees closer to himself but was still clearly upset at David.

David grabbed Colin’s shoulder, hard, making the wolf-blood hiss in pain, and made Colin look at him, “What is your problem? I just wanted to know why you weren’t in your family’s pack.”

Colin’s face twisted in anger, and glared in fury at David. But his eyes were misty with barely held back tears, “Cause they’re dead, you idiot. You of all people should have realised that.”

David let go of Colin’s shoulder and asked in shock, “They’re dead?”

Colin rubbed his shoulder and spat, “Of course they’re dead. Every wolf-blood and Uratha knows at least one person who died.”

David let out an annoyed grumble, that still didn’t explain it to him. Not properly. “Then what’s your problem then? I lost my family too, what makes you unique?”

“You really are an idiot,” said Colin. He gripped his hide tightly as he looked up at the moon, and drew in a quick sobbing breath, “Everyone else had their First Change. My father before he met my mother, my sister Moira before I was born, my mother when she was pregnant with me, my brother Douglas when I was sixteen. All of them had their Change but me, leaving me behind to read through books at the library to research, or do their groceries.”

“How’d they die?” asked David.

“The pandemic,” said Colin.

“Covid?” asked David. “I thought werewolves and wolf-bloods don’t get sick from regular diseases.”

“Let me finish!” snapped Colin making David flinch. “Because of the lockdowns the Pandemic caused, everything in Vegas was shut down. So there was no essence being produced from the casinos, museums, or even any of the normal city venues. The roads weren’t being driven on and stores weren’t being shopped, hardly any essence was being made anymore. So it caused a devastating drought and famine in the Hisil and it made the spirits desperate. There was a mass incursion across the Gauntlet and that’s how Douglas died. Trying to stop it.”

“The Protectorate managed to stop most of the spirits from crossing the Gauntlet, but a lot still made it through and Urged and Claimed humans. That’s how my mother died, putting one of them down. I think…”

Colin trailed off, he took deep shuddering breaths as he fought back tears. “I think she knew. She became so blunt and to the point during her last hunt. None of her usual theatrics. She was a Cahalith, they always foresee things like their own death.”

“What about your father and sister?” asked David.

“The Battle of Moapa Valley,” answered Colin. “If the Las Vegas Protectorate was ever going to fall within our lifetime, it would’ve been during the Pandemic. The Pure knew that, so in one of the few times the different Pure tribes actually managed to work together, they sieged it.”

“They died in the attempt right?” asked David.

“No, not all of them,” said Colin, his face twisted in sadness and rage. “You met the survivors.”

David’s heart leapt into his throat, “Talbot’s pack?”

Colin nodded.

“Oh god,” groaned David as he remembered the terror Colin showed in Dixie’s truck when they first moved to Pioche, and when they met Talbot’s pack at Father Albert’s first mass.

“They outnumber us,” said David. “How can they if they’re the survivors of the battle?”

“There are more Pure than there are Forsaken in the world,” said Colin. “The only reason we haven’t been wiped out is because the Pure are almost completely incapable of working together, they spend much of their time conspiring against each other in petty powerplays. We have the patronage of Mother Luna and our Tribes work well together, but when the Pure do get their infighting reigned in, they’re devestating. The Forsaken haven’t won a regional war against the Pure in at least a few generations.”

He wiped his face as tears finally started to fall, “We were all supposed to be a pack together. But then they all died doing their duties as Uratha. Leaving me behind entirely.”

David hesitantly put an arm around Colin’s and brought him in a stiff, awkward hug, “I’m not going to leave you.”

Colin leaned in the hug briefly before he shoved David away. He hopped down from the boulder and walked several paces away. He hugged his hide tight for comfort. He looked up at the moon, the stream of tears on his face reflected in the moonlight, “No. Please don’t make a promise like that. Not when you have your duties as an Uratha.”

David looked up at the moon as well and sighed when he saw the phase. Half Moon, still. It’d be the last night of it, with the Gibbous Moon being the next phase. He wondered to himself if Kaiden and the Old Man would have special visions on their auspice.

He hopped down from the boulder. He breathed in deeply, then let out a loud exhale. He slowly walked over to the depressed redhead who kept his eyes locked on the half moon above.

He stood over Colin, and pulled him into another hug, “I’m not going to leave you.”

Colin trembled in the hug, he started to breathe faster as if he were psyching himself up for something before he looked up and kissed David.

David stiffened from the unexpected act. He didn’t know that Colin felt that way for him. Did Colin feel for him that way? He was kissing him, what else could that possibly mean? Why be interested in him of all people?

He was second guessing himself. Self sabotaging. The question that he should be asking himself he realised, was not if Colin felt that way for him, but if he felt that way in turn for Colin. He looked down at Colin who broke off the kiss and was pulling away. He never gave relationships any sort of thought before having been too young for any of that before his family… he quickly diverted his train of thought. Relationships were never something that ever came to mind, him spending too much time in and out of asylums and his resulting mental issues would’ve killed any chances of a relationship before it even started. They’d never be able to understand him. They would have thought him insane, and rightly so.

But someone born into the world knowing the truth of it all, someone who understood the struggles of his abilities and the burdensome duties those abilities forced upon him, and someone who had lost his entire family to the truth of the world like he did.

He took too long to respond. Colin pulled away from the hug, noticing how David had stiffened up and didn’t reciprocate. He looked up at him concerned, but quickly averted his eyes. Clearly thinking he had crossed a line. Colin threw on his hide to change forms as he said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

He ran off in Urhan and David quickly shifted to Urhan himself. Spending some of his essence to shift instantly. He cut him off, and stood in front of the smaller wolf making Colin yelp and scramble back. David slowly walked up to the cowering red wolf and lowered his head down to his level. He slowly nosed the smaller wolf’s cheek, then rubbed his cheek against the scared wolf, calming him down to let him know he wasn’t in trouble.

Then, after Colin had calmed down, David gave a slow, languid lick along the side of the smaller wolf’s face. Making his intentions clear and leaving no confusion on what the black wolf thought of him.

It was Colin’s turn to stiffen but he quickly relaxed as his tail started to wag as he realised that the larger wolf felt the same for him. He let out a happy whine and licked David back before jumping away and then around the larger, now confused wolf. Colin darted back into David’s face, licked him, and then darted away several feet. He dropped down into a play bow, his tail wagging in a blur.

David was a complete loss at what to do so he sat down and just looked at the cheered up red wolf. Eventually Colin grumbled in annoyance and ran back up to David and licked him on the face before nipping the larger wolf on the rear, making him jump and give a warning growl.

Colin dropped down into a play bow again, waiting a moment before darting behind David and nipping him in the rear again. He jumped away in time to avoid David’s snap at him, and gleefully ran down the hill they were on and back towards the Den, with David in close pursuit.

David panted as he chased after Colin. He was annoyed that the red wolf was able to keep just ahead of him. Both his Hishu and Urhan forms were larger and stronger than Colin’s, the only two forms that the Wolf-Blood could take, so he should have been easily able to catch up to him. He crashed through a dead shrub to cut off the annoyingly playful red wolf and get back at the wolf for nipping at him.

But when he came out the other side, Colin was nowhere in sight. David sniffed along the ground to try and pick up the red wolf’s scent, but Colin’s scent was just as much on David as it was in the area, and threw off the black wolf’s ability to track him. He growled in irritation when he realised he had started going in a circle following his own scent. He rubbed his face on the ground and rolled across it to rub off Colin’s scent before he let out an embarrassing yipe when he felt something nip his rear.

He got back to his feet and spun around, snapping at the offending nipper. Who was Colin, just out of reach in another play bow. David shook off the dirt and dust from his fur and was tackled by the other wolf. They wrestled together on the ground briefly before the larger wolf won out and pinned Colin to the ground.

The smaller wolf pawed up at the head of the larger wolf who was leering over him. He leant his head up and quickly licked David’s nose, stunning him just long enough for the smaller wolf to squirm out from underneath him and bolt out of reach.

Despite Colin being further away, his scent was still as strong to David as if he were still underneath him. He sniffed the air around him, his nose following the scent before he started to sniff himself, finding Colin’s scent was back to covering him. He growled at the offending red wolf who now had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The smaller wolf dropped down in yet another play bow, and jumped away when David pounced for him. He dropped into another play bow, and David pounced for him again. But Colin jumped away just in the nick of time. Again. Which annoyed David. They repeated that dance multiple times until David realised how silly it would be making him look. He wanted to get back at the smaller wolf for constantly nipping him. When had he started playing along with Colin?

When Colin took off in another run, David easily chased the red wolf down and tackled him to the ground. Colin squirmed, trying to get out from under the black wolf but couldn’t get out from under the stronger wolf. David growled at the smaller wolf he was on top of, his nose just millimetres away from the other’s. He finally had him where wanted. Where he could finally get back at the mischievous, nipping wolf.

Still squirming underneath David, Colin stopped when he noticed something underneath the larger wolf and started to slowly lick David’s snout in response.

Confused as to what changed Colin’s mood David checked underneath and was shocked at what he saw. A small point of red was poking out his sheath. He scrambled off of Colin and sat down, using his front legs to hide his sheath and growing arousal. He’d never had a relationship, and so he’d never slept with anyone. Let alone doing so in any of his Uratha forms. He couldn’t shift to his hishu form, his human form. Not now, his arousal would be painfully obvious to anyone who caught him. He looked West, he could see the lights of the house nearby. He definitely didn’t want to be caught by any of his packmates. Maybe if they returned to the partially refurbished cabin first. For privacy.

He got up to head back to the cabins but Colin stood up from where he was left on the ground and walked up to David, standing between the just out of sight cabins and the larger wolf. He gave David a tentative lick on the nose, and when the larger wolf gave one in return, licked his snout, then his neck. Gradually moving his way down David’s body, which elicited a nervous whine from the larger wolf.

He moved down to David’s back legs which started to shake as David fought the instinct to raise one to allow easier access for Colin who kept nosing and licking his belly and leg. But the primal urge to mate was strong. Too strong. And David couldn’t help but let out a small, lustful whine as he slowly started to raise one of his back legs. Granting access to the smaller wolf and revealing his sheath. Which now had the red, pointed head of his canine member fully sticking out.

He shivered when he felt Colin’s cold nose touch his tip, and started to pant when the red wolf’s tongue started to lick at the exposed head. His tongue fell out of his mouth and he panted harder as Colin wrapped his long canine tongue around the black wolf’s pointed head, coaxing more and more of the shaft out his sheath.

The black wolf bucked his hips into his mate’s ministrations, and Colin pulled away licking his chops and strutted away. But stopped briefly to lift a leg to show off his own sheath, revealing that his own canine member was poking out. David growled in confusion and irritation as he watched the red wolf smugly strut away. Why did he stop? He was clearly still interested. He couldn’t just back out of it like that.

He chased after Colin, his erect member uncomfortably swinging as he ran. It hit his stomach over and over. He cut off the red wolf and raised one of his back legs, showing his fully erect member and growled. Demanding the smaller wolf finish what he started. He gave a proud chuff when Colin lowered his head and sniffed at his member. Satisfied that Colin saw the error of his ways.

He growled when the smaller wolf gave the twitching member a single lick and then sauntered away, tail raised high and looked back with a coy look. David snarled. He had it with the red wolf’s games. He charged at them, who saw him coming and stopped walking away but did nothing to jump away or avoid the larger wolf. He actually spread his legs to brace for the coming impact.

The black wolf leapt onto the smaller wolf, who stumbled slightly but stayed standing. He growled angrily at the red wolf, who folded his ears and licked the muzzle of the wolf above him. David stopped his growls when showed the submissive display. Good, he knew his place. But it still left what the wolf below him started unfinished.

Colin backed up slightly, which gave David an idea. He’d make them finish what he started himself then. He backed up and grabbed the red wolf around the waist with his forelegs, and bucked his waist up. Poking and probing Colin’s rear for his goal. He growled in impatience when he couldn’t find his mark.

Colin grumbled in impatience as well. He lowered his front to the ground, raising his rear in the process. The change of position was just enough for the larger wolf to find his mark, and both wolves grunted as he started pushing into the smaller wolf’s tail hole. The red wolf let out a small, pained whine as the pressure at his tail hole increased. He ended his whine with a yelp as David finally broke through.

Panting in satisfaction, David basked a moment in the feeling of finally getting to mate with his crush. That’s what he was, David realised as he remembered the feelings he felt each time he was around Colin. The butterflies as they held hands as he practiced using his Tongue of Fire Gift, how comforting his scent felt, and the protectiveness he felt when Colin had gotten shot by the Princes of the Phalt. But the mating instincts wouldn’t let him bask in it for too long, and he started bucking his hips, thrusting into the red wolf. He gripped his mate possessively with his forelegs and pulled him into each of his thrusts.

He thrusted as deep as he could with each thrust, but he felt he could get even deeper into his mate. His instincts demanded that he did. So he thrusted faster and pressed harder at the end of each thrust into Colin who whined and squirmed from the force of it. David grabbed his mate by the scruff of his neck when he tried to squirm away from the rough mating. He thrusted hard and pressed even harder into the smaller wolf. He growled into the scruff in his mouth as he continued to press in. He wasn’t going to pull away this time..

Colin whined at painful pressure at his rear and tried to squirm away for a small reprieve but was tugged back by his scruff. He gave a growling whine as the pressure increased even more before he gave a loud yelp as the wolf above him tried to pull back but found something stopping him.

David drooled into his mate’s scruff and started to thrust again. There was little room to pull back for some reason, so he made do by increasing his speed even more. His mate trembled underneath him, groaning, and then let out a long howl. David grunted as his mate squeezed hard on his member, and felt a wet squirting on his front paws from his mate’s orgasm. His rapid thrusts stuttered because of his mate’s grip and tried to keep up his pace. But the grip around his member was too blissfully tight and he slammed in one final time. He let go of his mate’s scruff and let out a long howl of his own as he unloaded into the wolf below him.

Basking in the orgasmic high, his howl trailed off and he licked the muzzle of his mate and rubbed cheek on his head, and his mate returned the affections. He gave his mate a final lick before he stepped away. But, again, he found himself unable to pull away.

Colin growled in pain when David kept tugging. He snarled in the First Tongue, “Your knot, idiot.”

David stopped trying to dismount and his ears pinned back in embarrassment and shame. He had gotten so caught up in sleeping with Colin that he had forgotten that part of canine anatomy. He awkwardly turned around, swinging a leg over until the two wolves were standing rear to rear.

He panted, in exhaustion but also satisfaction. He tried to occasionally pull out but grunted as he felt his knot tug against Colin who would squeeze each time David tried to pull out. He looked back at the red wolf, who had a back leg raised and was happily cleaning his own shaft, and David growled as he realised that Colin was deliberately making it take longer for the two to part.

The red wolf looked up from his work with a chuff and dropped his leg. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes and tugged against David. The larger wolf had the distinct feeling that, despite being the larger wolf and the one on top, that he wasn’t the one calling the shots in the budding relationship.

The larger wolf tried to give a more intimidating air but his ears dropped in embarrassment and he gave a small embarrassed whine. Colin played him like a fiddle. He knew how strong Uratha instincts were and purposefully riled him up. He had to have known that David's instincts would spur him to tie with him.

Colin gave a dismissive snort, seeing David getting depressed over being played, before a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes and he started to flex around the canine member still knotted in him. Making the black wolf start to pant. Making him want a second go around immediately after his knot deflated.

David shook his head and gave an annoyed growl at Colin trying to rile him back up.

He shuddered as he felt the fur of Colin’s tail tickle him as the red wolf’s tail started to wag. He sighed and let his head hang low, it was going to take a long while for his knot to deflate.

It took so long for the pair to separate, and with Colin constantly riling David up into going again, that it was very late into the night before they returned to the Den. David tried to sneak into bed, but the moment one of his paws touched the mattress, Jesse spoke up.

The maned wolf said in the First Tongue, “Walk of shame, huh?”

A bunch of amused chuffs and growls followed Jesse’s comment, made only worse by Colin proudly strutting onto the bed.

David whined in embarrassment and followed after Colin with his ears pinned back. He curled up with the smaller wolf who gave a comforting lick on the nose.

***

In the morning, they sat at the dining table eating breakfast. David tried to ignore the ribbing from the others, but his face burned from a bright blush from each of their comments. The teasing continued until Morrison arrived to join breakfast.

All conversation stopped immediately as the Elder stopped by Colin and David, who were sitting together. There was a tension in the air as the elder sniffed the air, leaning closer to the pair.

He growled and grabbed the pair from their chairs, David by the throat and Colin by the collar of his shirt. He slammed them against the wall and snarled in their faces, “What did you two do?”

David struggled to breath, clawing and pulling at the hand gripped around his throat, leaving Colin to answer for them.

He stammered, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

Morrison shook the Wolf-blood and snapped, “The county thinks you’re brothers!”

“We haven’t been here that long,” answered Colin. “It wouldn’t take much to tweak the lie.”

Morrison shook him again, making Colin hit his head against the wall and cry out in pain. David struggled more when he heard that.

Morrison tightened his grip around David’s throat and said to Colin, “And what if you have the First Change?”

“We’re both males,” stammered Colin. “We can’t create an Unihar.”

“What’s an Unihar?” asked Kaiden who immediately regretted the question when the elder snapped his attention to him, still keeping the couple pinned against the wall.

Morrison snarled, “An abomination of hatred, envy, lust, and regret that’s more spirit than flesh, created when two uratha mate. Vengeance against their parents and the whole corporeal world that was denied to them is all that matters to them.”

He turned back to the couple he had pinned to the wall, particularly Colin. He leaned in close to the wolf-blood and snarled, “You’re the last of your line. You’re not being his mate.”

He released the pair, David dropped to his knees coughing. Morrison left, deciding to skip breakfast. At the door he said, “Your bloodline is far too valuable to be mated with a male.”

The elder slammed the door and silence hung in the air for several moments. It was broken when Tsu’mara asked, “What are you two going to do?”

“I have an idea,” said Colin with an upset but determined look in his eye.