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Chapter 5

"What do you mean we're the last of our kind?" Zack asked slowly, "How can you really know that everyone else is dead? The world is a big place...there has to be others out there."

"Zack..." Luran said softly and shook his head, "The history of werewolves isn't like that...There was only ever my pack." The white werewolf sighed and he moved to the window again. "I can explain it to you, but not here. Please, lets go to the cave."

Zack couldn't believe this was happening, he wanted to go see Kyle, but Luran's voice was so forlorn he knew this needed his attention. "Fine, should i just follow you?"

"No." Luran said, and he crawled out of the window slightly and then perched on it like he was a bird, his body nearly too big to fit. "Climb on my back, you can ride me while I run."

Zack found that unbelievable, they were on the third floor of the building. "You're asking me to get up and cling to your back with nothing but your fur to hold on to?"

The werewolf looked back over his shoulder at him, "Yes. I won't let you fall. The cave is not too far from here, it is a good thing your school is so close to the western edge of the city."

Zack huffed and he moved towards the window. Luran shuffled slightly so that Zack could squeeze out from the open window. The wolf began to press himself against the back of the werewolf. Luran remained perched, even with Zack's extra weight, he was able to hold himself steady on the windowsill. It was impressive to Zack, the werewolf's strength. He could feel the muscles in Luran's back shifting as he proceeded to get a firm grip of the fur. Pressed against him as he was and feeling those impressive muscles, Zack tried to control himself from getting aroused, but was slightly failing in doing so, his sheath swelling in his shorts, which was pressed against Luran, right above his tail. The Alpha said nothing though, waiting until Zack fully settled before asking, "Got a good grip?"

Zack nodded slightly and took a deep breath, he looked out over the trees outside his dorm room, a nervous pang in his chest at what was about to be done. "Yeah..."

Suddenly, Luran launched off the windowsill. Zack's grip on the fur tightened and he gave a shout of surprise. It felt like several seconds past before they touched down on the ground, but Luran didn't stop as he continued into a run through the bushes, trees, and small alleyways of the college campus.

At first, Zack held his eyes shut. He felt and heard Luran running through several bushes, but that didn't stop the Alpha from blasting through them at top speed. Zack eventually dared to open his eyes, and tried to watch where Luran was taking them. The werewolf was constantly shifting pathways through the bushes, and when they would burst from them there would be no one in sight before they'd launch into another row of bushes, or dash down a deserted campus walkway between the buildings. Zack knew for a fact that the college was full of students at this time of day and wondered how Luran was figuring out where to go to avoid any prying eyes, but he wasn't able to speak. His body was being jostled and jarred as the werewolf would run, barely managing to not be shaken off. He instead hooked his legs slightly around the werewolf's midsection and wrapped his arms around his muscled neck, letting him remain more in place as the Alpha ran. He imagined if anyone did see them, Luran would look like a large wolf running through the campus with a life sized fur backpack.

They soon were free of campus grounds, meaning there was no more bushes to use as cover, but once again, the street Luran choose had no people currently walking or driving on it. He ran across it and into the alleyways of the city. Zack could hear Luran starting to pant softly as they continued through a maze of alleyways, taking multiple right and left turns as they continued westward. A dead end once approached them and Zack was about to shout before Luran gave a heave with his hind legs, launching them both up and over the thirteen foot brick dividing wall, landing on the other side of the alleyway and continuing his running stride. Zack again marvelled at the strength of the werewolf as they crossed through multiple more blocks of houses and buildings and the city began to give way to forest.

Zack knew the city's west side was met by a thick forest. It was filled with some parks and picnic zones that were cared by the city and tended to by active environmental groups. Much of the forest however was wild and untouched, and this was where Luran began running to.

It was about ten minutes of full speed running, which Zack now was trying to guess was at around twenty-five or thirty miles per hour, that they reached the base of one of the mountains that surrounded Trent. This specific mountain had cable cars that went to and from the city, and up near the top of the snow covered peak was a lodge and skiing resort. Zack had never been up to the resort. The cabins cost a very pretty penny and Zack believed he'd probably never have the opportunity to visit.

However, that was near the top of the mountain, the rest of mountainous terrain was wild and untouched by the city and people in general. Luran began to climb up along paths and hills until at last, they reached a deep cave. He stopped at the mouth of the cave, panting, and Zack carefully disentangled himself from Luran.

"Geeze you can run fast..." Zack said as he tried to regain a sense of balance in his feet.

"Come." Luran said sharply, not sparing any time for chit chat. He began walking into the cave and Zack followed. The caverns dipped slowly and for several yards before it emptied into a larger cave. Here, lit up by the light that was coming in from the mouth, was a small pool of water, dripping down from the ceiling. Zack looked up and saw several stalactites on the roof. Luran continued past this towards a second, much darker passage. Luran looked back behind himself and held his paw out to Zack. The wolf understood and took the large paw in his own, the werewolf's paw surrounded his entirely.

Luran led Zack through the tunnels, darkness enveloping them because the light could not reach this far into the cave, and even as his eyes adjusted he could barely see even a foot in front of him, only seeing the back of Luran. It wasn't until they made a slight turn did he notice a new light shining off the walls and began to also hear voices bouncing through the tunnels.

"Raze." A deep voice started, "See about taking Tarn to gather more food."

"Pickings are slim in these mountains Urie. The city and furs scare off most wildlife..." Another deep voice answered, slightly gruffier and darker sounding.

"I'm aware of that Shade." The first voice responded calmly. "Perhaps we should instead begin making expeditions to the city, we could steal food in large quantities without raising too much attention."

The second voice made an agreeable grunt and then said, "Luran has returned, I think he's brought the pup with him."

Zack's ears twitched and he believed the second voice, this Shade, was calling him a pup. Zack grimaced but remained silent as about a dozen seconds later, Luran and Zack entered into another large cave. At the edges of the cave, were four nests of leaves, twigs, and dirt, which Zack guessed was where the lycantropes slept. In another corner was a pile of grasses and other things Zack didn't recognize. Next to that was a pile of differently shaped logs for the fire. Four werewolves were sitting around a large bonfire in the middle of the cave. What appeared to be a crude cooking spit was constructed over the fire. The werewolves looked towards Luran and Zack as they entered and Luran paused.

Zack stood slightly behind and to Luran's side as one of the four werewolves stood up, his body was well built and the muscles made Zack's eye's widen a bit. "Luran, you left in such a hurry..."

"I know, I'm sorry Urie..." Luran responded and Zack watched as the brown furred Urie approached and nuzzled Luran slightly.

Urie's golden eyes locked onto Zack, "You managed to convince him this time."

"Forced him this time, really." Luran corrected and he moved around Urie, his paw gently brushing the brown furred lycantrophe body a moment and directing them both back to the fire. Urie sat down where he had been earlier, but Zack remained standing, feeling exposed and awkward as the other three werewolves were staring right at him, examining him.

The first, was a slightly lean looking but still well muscled black and white furred werewolf with blue eyes. His tail was twitching slightly behind him on the ground of the cave as he was leaning back, using one paw to hold himself up, the other twirling a leaf around in front of himself. He wore a necklace around his neck made of a stick and other leaves.

The second was purely black furred with intense blood red eyes, his body was far more built than anyone's in the cave, he almost had more muscle then fur. His eyes stared at Zack with what he could only feel was examining contempt mixed with only a little curiosity. He was sitting cross legged, the massive muscles of his legs bulging out impressively.

The third was red furred, leaning more to a russet color, and his blue eyes sparkled as he stared at Zack, his tail wagging happily at the sight of him. He was about the same build of Luran and the first werewolf. He was also sitting cross legged, but seemed much more at ease then the others at Zack's visit.

"This is Zack, you all saw his first transformation at that site." Luran stated as he stood still around the fire.

"Looks just as runty as he did when we first saw him." Shade said gravelly.

"He's nearly as big as you are when he transforms though." The third werewolf said, "Are you jealous he gets it naturally?"

"Shut it Tarn." Shade growled and glared at the russet furred lycan.

"Is it wise to bring him here now?" The first werewolf said, his voice was soft and smooth. Zack now deduced he must be Raze based on the names he had heard earlier. "You had said before you wanted to give him more time to realize he needs your help on his own to understand his new power."

"That is true." Luran nodded and he slowly began to sit down at the fire, "Things...have changed however." The Alpha sighed and closed his eyes. "I had a vision earlier today that urged me to retrieve him right away." Zack realized that Luran hadn't told the other werewolves a single thing before leaving. Knowing what was about to be said, he lowered his gaze a bit.

"My friends...you've travelled with me for many months and we've seen our pack members be torn about by the Dollmomin...but I've been given the most horrible of visions..." Luran said softly, "We...are the last of our kind."

Several moments passed, the four other werewolves staring blankly at their Alpha. Tarn's tail had frozen in midwag and Urie's jaw had opened slightly. Raze eventually pulled himself up into a better sitting position, his once smooth voice cracked a bit, "Alpha...? What do you mean?"

"Our kin have been destroyed..." Luran whispered carefully, "The Dollmomin overran them with sheer numbers...everyone...even the pups..."

"No..." Tarn whimpered out, and Shade had closed his eyes and was taking deep breaths.

"It is true..." Luran continued, "I can feel it..." He put a paw on his chest, "Where once I could feel that life force of our pack. It's just...gone."

"My mate...even my pup?" Shade asked slowly, eyes still closed.

Luran stayed silent, and the black furred werewolf's breathing became deeper before he suddenly stood up, and made his way around the fire. His eyes stared down at Zack as he walked past the normal wolf, giving a gruff sniff as he walked by him. Urie rose slightly and was about to call out but Luran spoke up, "Let him go Urie..." He said as Shade began marching along the tunnel and vanished from sight, "He needs time, he's lost a lot today, we all have..." Urie just nodded and settled back down, his eyes staring into the fire absently.

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Zack eventually managed to relax enough that he sat down around the fire. He hadn't said a word since arriving, but no one was interested in looking at him anymore. No one but Luran and Urie had spoken a word since Shade had walked out of the cave. They talked about their food situation and Urie left to scout areas in the city that they may be able to steal food from without raising too much suspicion. Luran settled in his nest in a corner of the cave, sitting cross legged and eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady. He didn't seem aware of anything going on around him anymore, and Zack guessed he was deep in meditation.

More than an hour passed as Zack just sat by the fire. Tarn and Raze sat with him, their eyes void of thought. Zack felt terrible. He didn't know what they must be feeling. A pack, a family of over one hundred members, all wiped out in a day. He'd never had lost a family member before, he had nothing to try and match what they had to be feeling. But surely it wasn't that bad...they turned him, why couldn't they just bite and turn a willing female? He was sure if they actively looked, they would find someone more than willing to turn to the werewolf life. He'd seen plenty of fanfictions and things online just about that. But these werewolves were nearly nothing like what he'd read about in such things. He needed to know more about them.

Zack shuffled as he wondered how to even try to talk to them. Eventually he perked up as Raze suddenly shifted up and he walked over to the pile of leaves and plants and began picking through it carefully. As the pile was moved, Zack's nose picked up the scents of several plants that he knew of. Alfalfa, Basil, Aloe, Mint. The mint was very strong. But there was several others that Zack couldn't place. He asked, "What are you doing?" to the white and black lycan.

Raze looked over his shoulder at Zack a moment, his eyes focused a little as if just remembering the wolf was in the cave before he turned back to the herb pile, "I'm looking for something to help me sleep later today...after this I don't think any of us will sleep well. I knew I had some Lavender left in here somewhere..."

"You're a herbalist?" Zack asked, intrigued. Tarn had seemed to be woken from his daze by the conversation and was looking between the two of them as they spoke. "What about Chamomile? Do you have that?"

"I wish I could find some, I haven't been able to find much in the mountains." The werewolf scoffed, "What I have here is what I picked about a month ago when we were crossing open fields instead of being stuck in this place." He fell silent a moment before continuing "There had been others with us at the time that knew what to look for, now I'm the only one among us five that knows what plant is right...the only one left at all..."

Zack pinned his ears back and looked down, "I'm...sorry for what has happened..."

"Why?" Raze returned as he gave up searching and again turned his head around at Zack, "It's not your fault."

"I know but...I just can't imagine what you're going through." Zack sighed, and he looked back up, trying to give a hopeful face, "But, can't you continue? You could probably find someone willing to be turned like I was, a female, to continue reproducing."

Raze shook his head and began returning to the fire, "No, we can't." He sat down as he further explained, "It's not very well known, but there's a reason you normal furs normally see a werewolf as a monster. Once upon a time werewolves were friends with furs, but after some time we've ended up having to distance ourselves."

"In the past," Raze explained, "furs were freely made into werewolves at any given opportunity. A werewolf found a fur wanting to join, they would bite them, the fur would join the pack. Even if they were infertile, their life was valuable as a member of the pack. However, after some time, and as furs became more and more technologically advanced, pure blood werewolves decided to no longer allow non werewolves into the pack unless through very extreme means."

"Whatever it was that caused this change in relations nearly killed off the werewolves in the past. I'm sure you know of the time period, the time of hunters and all that. Normal furs began seeing werewolves as evil and starting killing us. Pure blood werewolves went into hiding." Raze finished and Tarn got up and he went over to the pile of wood, picking up a few of the logs he came back and tossed them into the fire. Tarn remained standing as he wagged his tail just a bit, smiling down at Zack, the russet furred wolf finished. "Those are our ancestors, whatever knowledge about human customs, or human words we have comes from the knowledge the changed furs gave us."

"So...you've only ever really been only a hundred or so strong for a long time huh? And probably, everything about us furs is brand new to you, our modern times are far more advanced than anything you'd have ever been told about before you guys stopped allowing furs in the pack." Zack mused and the two lycantropes nodded. "But why does all that mean you can't reproduce?"

Tarn sat back down and he stared on sadly into the fire, "Females furs turned by a werewolf bite become infertile, they're unable to have pups. A male is fine, their seed can still take to a pure blood female, but otherwise..." He gave a shrug.

Raze followed up, "We could continue our species through bites alone, but we'd never be able to have pups again. There is no pure blooded werewolf alive, anymore, besides us, and we are all male. Anyone behind our generation now will be those turned by bites."

Zack nodded and he tried to take that in. It would be a huge lifestyle change. Somehow, the werewolves would have to find out a way to continue on as a species through bites alone, each generation having to find their own thralls to bite and turn into the next generation. The stupid, dirty part of Zack's mind put a few different puzzle pieces together though. If the male's couldn't reproduce with females, then it could be just all males and be one big gay orgy! He growled and shook his head clear of the thought. Tarn tilted his head at the wolf's odd growl.

"I'll try to help you as much as I can." Zack said, "As much as possible."

"Has Luran told you about what we've come to do here?" Raze asked.

"He told me you all came to find me, that I'm for some reason very special and that I'll be the one to defeat the Dollmomin and save you. But I don't know how I'm going to do that."

"You certainly aren't going to be of any help staying in that miniscule form." The gruff, dark voice of Shade groaned from the tunnel as the huge werewolf emerged from it. Zack turned around and looked up at the lumbering beast as Shade crossed his arms. Zack hadn't even heard the hulking lycan walking through the tunnel, the thought of not noticing such a huge werewolf walking until he was right behind him shamed Zack and he folded his ears back. Shade continued, his voice only growing more annoyed at Zack's submissive behaviour, "I can't understand it...you...an Alpha? Bah." The black werewolf stalked around them and the fire to his nest opposite of Luran's. "You have the eyes but you're as hapless as a newborn."

Shade laid down as Raze spoke, "Now, you can't expect him to just magically be as powerful as you Shade, not even Luran is as strong as you. Besides, furs that were turned in the distant past were ever known to be able to change back, he's the first one to ever turn back into his normal self after being bit. There's clearly something special about him."

"Then I'll expect him to catch up quickly and keep up the surprises." Shade returned sardonically, his back to the others as he curled up, his muscled back shifting slightly as he got comfortable, before he gave a final taunt, "The person my mate and pup died for...such a disappointment."

Tarn was the one who got upset now, his tail lashing as he yelled, "You can't possibly blame him for that! It's not his fault!"

Shade remained silent, as Tarn snarled with his lips curled and growling. Raze sighed and shook his head, and he looked up to Zack across the fire, "You do have a lot ahead of you Zack. Are you really prepared for it?"

Zack took a moment, staring at the back of Shade before he gave a curt nod, "Yes...I wasn't sure about all this at first...it feels like I've been flung into something way too fast with way too little to go on. But I'll do my best..."

Raze closed his eyes and nodded softly, "That's all we can ask for at this point..."

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Another hour passed before Zack realized he had to go to pee and he questioned Raze where he might be able to do so. Raze told them they did their business outside the cave and told Tarn to lead him.

Zack went with Tarn through the tunnels and back through the water filled cave. Tarn waved a paw at the pool as they went by it, "We drink from that, it's fresh enough and we haven't gotten sick from it yet, feel free to drink from that when you want." Tran turned around and began walking backwards as they went up the incline to the mouth of the cave, giving Zack a little bit of a smile. "It's nice to finally get to see you though, since that first night I thought Luran was going to want you with us right away but he said it'd be easier for you if you choose it yourself."

Zack gave his own soft grin and sighed, "Yes well, I still wasn't really ready...but when he told me about that well...It's the least I can do at the moment." He shrugged, "I've accepted that I am one of you, but I still don't know a thing about who, and what, you all are exactly."

"You'll figure it out." Tarn said and he turned back around as they left the mouth of the cave. Zack took a moment to stare out at the city he could see over the lines of tall pine and mountain trees. He'd never seen the city in such a way. In such a natural place like this, it looked alien and unneeded. Zack quickly began following Tarn again as the russet furred lycan led him through the trees and a little higher up the hills for a few minutes before a sharp smell hit Zack's nose and he scrunched up his face. That was definitely a smell that he could only say was as intense as fresh cow manure

"Don't uh...don't mind the smell, Shade had probably just went before he returned." Tarn said with a slight chuckle, "If all you need to do is pee though, you can probably do it right here." He motioned at a bush as he stopped by it.

Zack nodded and he approached the bush. Tarn however remained at his side, wagging his tail and smiling, clearly intending to watch.

"Um...could you look away?"

Tarn tilted his head, "Why would I do that?"

"Well, it's embarrassing." Zack said, "why would you stare at someone as they take a piss?"

"Well to be honest, I'm just curious." Tarn said with a chuckle, "I mean, we all got to see you naked before, but not for very long cause Luran wanted to be the only one there when you woke up." Zack remembered that his clothing had been torn by his first transformation that night in the warehouse. Indeed, all of the werewolves had seen him naked. Tarn continued by reaching out and he tugged at the collar of Zack's white shirt, "Why do you furs insist on wearing clothing anyway? Doesn't it feel weird? I noticed that some of you wear things on your footpaws too but some don't. Even furs of the past would wear them."

Zack chuckled and he sighed inwardly, realizing there was no point in arguing much of the details to a werewolf, so he pulled his shorts down under his sheath, took hold of it, and aimed at the bush. Between the werewolves, Kyle, and that dragon Drailsin, he'd been teased, groped, touched, or seen naked more times than he could count in the last few days but he was starting to adjust to it. He began to relieve himself as he spoke to Tarn, "Society is just different for us Tarn, that's all. It's not appropriate to be in nothing but your fur in public. You've been naked your entire life, but I'm only naked when taking a shower or in private. The shoes are allowed to not be worn because some furs prefer to walk barepawed, myself included. And further, while you have a pack that you consider all your family, I only consider two people a part of mine, my mom and dad. Most everyone else in that city is a stranger who I couldn't care less about."

Tarn made an amused noise, "You're all weird."

Zack turned his head at the werewolf, catching Tarn's gaze fixed right on his sheath as he was peeing, his nose twitching and Zack bet he was trying to pick up the scent of his musk or urine. "Yeah well you're weird too." He teased back. "Staring right at my sheath like that. Do you watch the others piss when they have to go?"

Tarn shook his head, "Naw, I've already seen their cocks. I've sucked some off too. Well, Urie and Luran don't let me, Luran's the Alpha so that's kind of off limits unless he asks and Urie is his mate and that'd be way to forward of me. Shade only let me once cause he said he really needed it but he's normally never interested. Only Raze usually lets me freely."

The casual way the lycan said all this made Zack stare, but being talked to like this was starting to surprise him less and less, again thanks to his recent experiences, and he chuckled "Wow. Okay, so you're just wanting to see what the new member of your group looks like and how big his dick is?"

Tarn nodded excitedly, "Yup."

Zack laughed again, "How old are you? You act like a kid."

"Three hundred twelve." Tarn answered and this is what made Zack finally cough in surprise, and his stream stumbled as he tried to regain control of it. Some of it splashed on his footpaw.

"What?" He stuttered, staring at Tarn as he tried to finish his business, "Three hundred twelve years old?" He gaped at the werewolf, thinking rapidly. And he still had a body like that? Was he going to live for decades now that he was a werewolf?

"Oh years?" Tarn put a finger to his chin and thought a moment, which gave Zack enough time to finish and pull his shorts back up over his sheath. "I'm around twenty-four years old." He stated then, looking a bit disappointed that Zack had put the shorts back up over his sheath. "Our age is measured by full moons, not years."

"Oh." Zack nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, turning towards his companion. There were typically thirteen full moons a year or so, give or take a few on odd months. "How old does a werewolf typically live for?"

"Our oldest elder when we left the pack was one thousand four hundred and thirty-three moons." Tarn began counting on his fingers and tilted his head as he thought, "Soooo....about one hundred and ten in years."

Zack whistled. "You guys live long."

Tarn wagged his tail again and smiled, "We are constantly trying to improve livelihood through exercise and training." He face suddenly became sad as he sighed, "But...looks like a lot of good that did huh?"

Zack frowned, "I'm sorry about your pack. Did you have any family there?"

"Just my parents, no siblings, and I hadn't really proven myself to attract a female yet. Luran only brought a few of the stronger werewolves like Shade, but the rest of us he picked from the weaker numbers so that the pack wouldn't be too weak." Tarn closed his eyes, his tail drooping. "I was excited to be chosen, but now...I don't know, I wish I had been there, to try to protect them, but I have a duty here."

Tarn looked back towards the way they had come up the mountain, to the cave, "I think this has hit Shade the most though. He had a mate and a child of his own. Raze didn't have any family at all, his parents died when he was young to illness, that's why he took up being a herbalist. Urie and Luran lost their own parents and siblings, but they still have each other."

"You seem to be bouncing back decently." Zack said, and Tarn managed a grin.

"I was the youngest of the of age male werewolves in the pack, I think that's why Luran choose me to come, to get the experience. I'm not sure how I survived this long, through the several attacks that happened and killed the other eleven werewolves that had come with us...I guess I'm just lucky..."

"You've had it rough." Zack nodded, "But you're taking it well."

"Thank you." Tarn sighed and he wagged his tail a bit then, he fixed Zack with a bit of a stare, "Ya know you avoided the previous subject."

Zack thought back a bit, grinning, "Which ones? That you wanted to see my cock or the fact that you said you've sucked off several werewolves?"

Tarn chuckled, "Both." He shrugged and continued, "I don't understand furs and their need to cover up their bodies, but for werewolves, the best companionship is spent through trust built between members. Spending time together, hunting, training, or even sexually. Male werewolves often mate together, even if they have a female mate."

"Like Urie and Luran?" Zack asked, and Tarn shook his head.

"Oh, no. Well...yes. Luran can't have a female mate. Alpha's are not allowed to have children." Tarn tilted his head, "You are an Alpha, I hope that doesn't upset you."

Zack shook his head in return, "No, I'm gay. I've never been interested in having my own kid, unless I adopt."

Tarn nodded, and continued, "Only the Guardian is allowed to be around an Alpha for extended periods, so when Luran's eyes changed to their green color on his one hundred fifty-sixth moon, Urie took the training to become his Guardian. Urie and Luran love each other, Urie couldn't stand thinking he'd never be allowed to be with him again."

Zack's ears twitched as he thought of that, "So...will I need one eventually too?"

"Maybe." Tarn shrugged, "I know Luran calls you a second Alpha, but you haven't been through the training required. He hasn't told us to treat you as one yet, so for now you're just normal."

"I see. How long does whatever that training take?"

Tarn again became a little saddened, "Well normally, the werewolf would be taken to live among the oldest of our pack for two years and train in their wisdom and learn the arts to communicate with the god of the moon, Lumaria, but, now that this has happened, I'm not sure what will be done. We originally came here to fetch you and bring you back, but there's nothing to bring you back to now."

Zack nodded slightly and he sighed, again apologizing, "I'm sorry. I keep bringing the subject right back to that."

Tarn chuckled slightly and he gave a grin, trying to stay peepy, "Then let's talk about what I want to know. How big are you?"

Zack laughed and grinned, "You're really pushing for that huh?" Zack wagged his tail and he blushed a bit. Thoughts came to Zack about what Tarn had said. After spending some time with the werewolf, he did feel a bit of a closer bond to him, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try and deepen it the way Tarn was used to. He'd been purposefully avoiding even glancing at the privates of his new companions in the cave, but now he looked down between Tarn's legs, eyeing the thick sheath and large, apple sized balls there, slightly hidden by the thick fur of his groin but still very visible. He was clearly just as big as Zack was. Zack took a deep breath and nodded, feeling his sheath thickening and he gave in. "I'll let you see for yourself, but not here, let's get away from the smell and keep away from the cave a bit."

Tarn nodded and his tail wagged eagerly, and followed Zack back along the path to the cave. Zack took a hard right, going back down the mountain slightly, and found a group of bushes in a patch of mountain grass. He began to sit down in the grass and looked up to Tarn. Tran tilted his head and Zack motioned for him to sit. The werewolf did so and asked, "So what are we going to do? Do you want to mate me?"

Zack chuckled but shook his head, "No, let's not go that far yet. Just give me a blowjob like you said you've done to the others. Do it how you do them, okay?"

"Sure. But please take off that stuff you're wearing over your fur first." Tarn requested as he paced on all fours to sit in front of Zack. The wolf began to pull off his shirt and he laid it off to the side, pulling down his shorts and boxers as well, leaving him as nude as the werewolf. The chill air of the mountain made Zack shiver slightly as Tarn looked at him.

"You're just as big as us even in your normal form. I can tell without you needing ot be hard." Tarn said with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Zack smiled and he tilted his ears, "How big do you get Tarn?"

"I get about seven inches long, nine with my knot." The werewolf leaned back a bit where he was sitting, showing his sheath to Zack again. The deep red tapered tip of his cock was peeking from it and Zack stared down at. Of course it wasn't the first cock he'd seen, Kyle's wasn't even the first he'd sucked, but seeing such a beastail looking length was different. There was certainly a key difference between a fur's length and a werewolf's, Zack decided as more of Tarn's cock slowly emerged. The air was quickly filled with a thick and heavy musk and while Tarn may not have been as long as Zack was, he was definitely thicker.

Zack wagged his tail and he leaned back himself. Since his body was smaller and he had much less fur, it was easier for Tarn to see the wolf's light red wolfhood also starting to slip free. The lycanthropes' eyes watched it for a moment as it grew a few more inches from its sheath before he leaned forward onto his belly in front of Zack, hiding his own further growing erection under his furry body. He nuzzled up between Zack's legs, carefully sniffing at his balls and then licking them with his long flat tongue. Zack shivered again at the touch, his balls pulled up slightly at the contact before relaxing again and his cock twitched in the air, now half hard at about five inches. His heart hammered in his chest at what he was doing. He had told himself just a few days ago he wasn't going to paw or anything without seeing if he could get Kyle's forgiveness, so it had been about five days since he'd last orgasmed. Further, he was realizing that Tarn probably needed this in a different way then just wanting to have sex with his new pack member. It was a distraction from his sadness as well as bonding.

Tarn lapped and slurped along the silver furred wolf's balls repeatedly, his eyes closing and he murred deeply in his chest as he tasted Zack's flavor, his nose pressing against his sheath sometimes and taking in a deep breath of his musky scent. The werewolf continued doing this for a few minutes, the attention more than enough to bring Zack's cock to full attention, nine inches of wolf meat twitching above Tarns head, with his knot still in his sheath. Tarn opened his eyes slightly, only to pause in his licking as he looked up at the spire throbbing over his head. "Great Lumaria..."

Zack blushed at his friend's words and giggled as the werewolf sat up a little bit to fully take in the sight before him. Tarn reached out with a paw and took hold of Zack's cock as he asked, "How big?"

"Nine inches, I can get up to eleven and a half with my knot." Zack answered and wagged his tail between his legs, enjoying the slightly rough feel of the werewolf's paw around his length. Precum began to leak from his tip as Tarn leaned in again to draw his tongue up from the very base from his sheathed knot to the tip. Zack gave a soft moan at the feeling and grinned as Tarn looked up at him, tasting that precum and licking his lips a bit.

"You're just slightly smaller than Shade..." Tarn said in awe with his tail wagging in the air behind him as he grinned at Zack. His paw started to slowly stroke as he murred, "You're not as thick as us but, I wonder how big you get when you transform."

"I'm sure we'll find out at some point..." Zach groaned softly as Tarn leaned down once more and dragged his tongue slowly up the underside of his twitching shaft again. A determined spurt of precum fired from his tip and Tarn moaned again, his eyes closing once more as the werewolf moved down, again giving attention to Zacks balls. The werewolf took one of Zack's orbs into his muzzle carefully, lips curled around his teeth and began to gently chew on it, tongue rolling it around, all the while his paw slowly stroked up and down Zack's warm shaft.

Zack watched in fascination, pleasure coursing through his body he'd never felt before. He'd been given blowjobs in the past, but they had always been straight up blowjobs with no kind of extra play or his partner too inexperienced. Tarn though, had that experience and knew how to pleasure someone. Pre was leaking freely from his cock by the time Tarn released the orb, leaving it with a fuzzy, tingling sensation, before he went straight to engulfing its twin. His paw never stopped it's slow caresses, teasing rivers of precum out from the throbbing length in its grip and using it to slicken the strokes.

The wolf panted heavily, already feeling like he was being brought to the very edge of his limits, but the slow strokes weren't actually bringing him to the edge at all, his knot not even swelling yet. The pleasure was just that intense! Tarn knew what he was doing and was just working him up, getting him ready, but never going fast enough to actually build up a climax. Zack would give a few gasps at the sensations and moan, blushing especially when Tarn had let his first testicle free and feeling that odd buzzing sensation from it. That was something new and it made him shiver in pleasure. "Damn Tarn you're amazing..." He panted out.

The werewolf's tail wagged rapidly at his compliment, and the teasing continued for minutes more. Zack's panting grew heavy and slowly, he began to feel something new building up inside him. It added to the pleasure, but whatever it was, Tarn seemed to notice as well, his rapid suckling of his balls increased in determination and his paw began to give soft squeezes on his cock at random moments. Zack growled out, his voice deeper, and it surprised him. Zack shuffled his legs in pleasure, trying to thrust, but unable to fully do so. The movement made him aware of his body, and he realized he was growing, his body swelling with muscle. He was transforming. Already his arms and legs had thickened with muscles, and he could feel the burning sensation starting to crawl up through his stomach and chest.

Zack grit his teeth, trying to hold it back, but the changes continued to spread through his body and the pleasure soon turned to pain shooting up from his legs as the bones began to shift and he whimpered out. Tarn let go of his balls and panted, "Don't fight it Zack, that'll just hurt I bet. Just enjoy it. Enjoy the pleasure, let your body change if it wants to change."

Zack found that advice oddly correct and decided to follow it, taking slow and steady breaths as he just relaxed as much as possible, his body shaking as it burned. He pinned his ears back as he felt them starting to lengthen and he felt his ribcage start to swell out, making audible cracking and popping noises with his legs as they did the same. His paws, now nearly twice as big and claws growing from the tips of his fingers, dug into the ground around him as he tried to let the changes happen on their own, trying to focus instead on Tarn's tongue, which was again lapping up his cock. "Great Lumaria..." The werewolf groaned out again.

The shifting male felt the other werewolf's lips suddenly encircle his cock and he howled out, his voice crying out to the sky as his cock twitched heavily, and allowed him to become aware of the changes that it too had already undergone. He could feel that he was much thicker, and as Tarn's muzzle dipped down along his flesh he felt his paw stroking the rest of what he couldn't take easily. Zack opened his eyes to see and groaned, watching Tarn bob his head on the first half of his cock, now nearly thirteen inches long and his knot was still stuck in his sheath, the bulge trapped inside already looked much thicker than what it normally would get when he swelled up. His balls, of which he had already been proud of their size, had grown to the size of oranges, and the weight of them felt like it had increased proportionally.

The changes finished, and Zack growled out in pleasure as he felt himself starting to rise, his hips shivered and bucked a bit as that already thick knot began to swell, stretching out his sheath and he moaned. Tarn's paw knowingly went down along his length and carefully pulled the newly transformed werewolf's knot free. The feeling made Zack buck again and another firm spurt of precum shot from his tip. He marvelled at his cock, at his body. Muscles rippled under his silver fur, now much puffier especially on his chest on the back of his neck. It was too much for him to handle.

Zack reared his head back and gave another loud howl, deep and booming, as his knot swelled to its new full size, too wide for Tarn to wrap his paw around as he began to cum. His balls pulled up hard in their sack, trying to pump as much of their five days worth of seed trough his transformed body. His cum gushed from Tarn's muzzle, the first blast too much for him to take, and covered Zack's groin. Tarn coughed but caught up quickly and began to swallow the following loads. Tarn reached a paw down underneath himself and began rapidly pawing himself off, cumming just Zack's orgasm seemed to be fading, shooting his own load onto the ground underneath him and soft splattering shots. The spurts faded in volume and eventually, Zack fell back in the grass, laying flat on his back, sprawled out in his werewolf form and panting hard.

Tarn pulled up slowly from Zack's wolfhood when his own climax stopped, his lips kissing the tip once as he did and he looked up at Zack, he panted as well, though not as hard as Zack as he slowly crawled his way around him and sat down, his spent cock laying between his legs, knot swollen. Zack looked at Tarn's cock and blushed. It was exactly just about nine inches long with the knot, just like he had said. He compared it to himself, picking up his head and looking down his body, and was pleased to first see that he now had a six pack instead of his normal four.

Laying and pulsing lazily across said six pack however, nearly able to reach his fluffy chest, was his newly transformed cock. It had deepened in color to a brighter red, grown much thicker, and as he had noticed before, had gained about four inches to his size. His knot, where it had normally was two inches long, was now easily three, much thicker, and had two thick veins bulging out the flesh. Along with one vein bulging along the shaft, they twitched visibly with the beat of his heart. Every so often a firm pulse would make the entire fat knot twitch, which echoed through his length, leading to a small pead of cum leaking from his tip. All together, Zack had gone from being eleven inches long to just under sixteen.

"Holy fuck..." He mumbled and laid his head back down tiredly, and then nibbled his lips a bit with the now several long sharp teeth he realized he had in his muzzle. He was now much more of a carnivore it seemed. Two of his front teeth had formed into extra incisors for tearing, while several more molars had grown in the back of his muzzle. The incisors he had already had lengthened, becoming much more pronounced.

Zack stuck his tongue out as far as he could, finding it was now also much longer than it had been and he could bend and move it much more accurately than before. He lifted up his arms and stared at his paws. His fingers had gained at least an inch and a half in length and his nails had grown into sharp claws. He flexed his paws into fists and felt the muscles of his forearms clench, rippling visibly under his fur.

"Holy fuck." He repeated, his voice deeper and returning as realization was dawning on him more and more. He was a muscled stud now!

Tarn giggled as Zack sat up and continued to examine his new body for the first time. He had been in pain and fallen unconscious when he first turned, so seeing the changes first hand was incredible. Recovering rather quickly from his exhaustion, Zack sprang up to his feet, his cock waving wildly but forgotten as he tried to see the rest of his body. His legs had changed to a digitigrade stance, but he had still gained at least a foot of height from the change, maybe just a little bit more. His toes had grown and changed for that stance, giving him a dewclaw that was lifted up onto each of his ankles that used to be his little toes. The remaining four had thickened out and grown sharp claws for digging into the earth. His knees were bent for his new stature, in fact bending twice, once at the knee and again halfway to his ankle. This looked slightly awkward to him but his legs still were thick with muscle.

Looking behind himself over his shoulder, he wagged his tail into view. It had gained at least a foot in length, and the fur had become slightly thicker. In fact, the fur all over his body had become thicker. He was rather thankful for that, particularly for the large amount of chest fur and the thick mane on the back of his neck, it balanced the muscular parts of his body. He always liked being fit, but he never had wanted to over do it. This was perfect.

Tarn giggled again as he was watching Zack examine himself, "Well, who would've thought that sex would be your key to transforming?" The russet furred wolf stood up, giving Zack a height comparison. Where as before Zack had came up to just under Tarn's shoulders, he was now a head taller than him.

Zack wagged his tail and he giggled, blushing slightly as Tarn came forward and stood in front of him. The russet werewolf took hold of both his and Zack's cocks, pressing them together. Zack felt the heat of his pack member against his own, and felt the new rather large difference in their size. Tarn giggled again as he looked down at their lengths. "You're definitely an Alpha."

Zack made a face, "Is cock size what determines pack order?"

The other werewolf giggled and shook his head, "No, just the eyes, but it's a good plus right?" He chuckled and wagged his own tail, then he stepped back "Luran will be happy about this at least, seeing your werewolf form come out should lift his spirits. Let's head back and show them."

Zack nodded and he followed Tarn back from the bushes, returning shortly after to scoop up his clothing.