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Having been completely mistaken about Mr. Heeley's appearance, Arden didn't even bother imagining what Mrs. Heeley would look like. He walked into the kitchen, and the woman he saw had to be her. "Hi, Mrs. Heeley."

She was an ample bitch, almost a head taller than her son. Had he been thinking of Mrs. Heeley when he'd guessed her husband's appearance, Arden would've come quite close. "Oh, hello there." She smiled. "You must be Arden. So nice to meet you, dear."

"Yes, likewise." Arden shook paws with her.

Mark walked into the kitchen next. "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, dear." Mrs. Heeley hugged him and pecked him on the cheek. "Dinner's almost ready. Why don't you boys go ahead and sit down."

"'Kay." Mark motioned Arden to take a seat at the kitchen table while he and Mr. Heeley set about helping his mother prepare dinner and serve it.

Arden was surprised at how much fun he had at dinner. Mrs. Heeley, who insisted he call her Donnah, was livelier than he could have ever imagined her to be. They talked for almost an hour about school, the classes both boys wanted to take and their plans for college.

At the end of the conversation, Arden decided that maybe he'd judged her too harshly. Sure, she set up a lot of rules; but that was because she cared.

Mr. Heeley was quiet through most of dinner. He excused himself from the table early. "I'm sorry, everyone. I think I feel another headache coming on. I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow for Dragon World, though!" He gave Mrs. Heeley a peck on the cheek and headed upstairs.

Arden helped Mark and his mom clean up, but Mrs. Heeley refused his offer to wash the dishes. "Absolutely not, Arden. You're our guest. I will not have you washing plates. Now, go on, have fun and enjoy your sleepover."

Mark gave his mother a quick hug and headed downstairs. "Thanks, Mom."

Arden followed. "You know, your mom is really nice," he said once the bedroom door was closed. "I was kind of expecting a lot worse. No offense."

"Oh, none taken." Mark sighed. "She can be a bit overbearing at times, not gonna lie. But she's okay as far as moms go. Not as cool as your mom, though."

Arden wasn't about to deny the fact. "Yeah, my mom's pretty cool, alright." He unrolled his sleeping bag next to Mark's bed, but only lay inside long enough to leave his scent. "You think your mom's gonna come down to check on us?"

"Doubt it." Mark got out of bed and padded quietly up the stairs. He put his ear against the door, listened for a little while and then came back down. "Just as I thought, kitchen's quiet and Mom's probably already asleep."

"Good." Arden dug through the wolf's dresser until he found a fur brush. "Come on, sit down. I wanna brush you."

Mark sighed and sat on the bed beside him. "Okay, if you really want to." He tried to pass himself off as reluctant, but his tail wagged far too much for someone who wasn't boundlessly excited at the thought of having his boyfriend brush him.

They undressed quietly and sat back down on the bed.

Arden sprinkled the brush with scented talcum and positioned himself behind his boyfriend, resting his knees to either side of Mark's hips. It was hard not to get aroused with sheath rubbing gently against the wolf's taut rump. Rather than resist, Arden embraced the sensation and moved on to brushing Mark's back. He held the brush in one paw and used the other to keep the fur from snagging.

Mark closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Oh, that feels incredible, Ar."

"Good." Arden took his time, stopping often to gently massage the wolf's strong back muscles. This slowed his brushing down considerably, but Mark didn't seem to mind one bit. After a half-hour, Arden finally finished brushing the wolf's back and arms. "Alright, lie down on your stomach. I'm gonna do your legs and rump."

"Do my rump, huh?" Mark raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Oh, don't think I wouldn't." Arden ran a paw over the wolf's rump again. He was already completely out of his sheath and the idea felt more appealing than ever. "I don't want to rush things, though."

Mark stared off into space for a long time before answering. "I want to, Ar, I really do... I'm just a little scared."

Arden put down the brush and laid down next to him. "I understand. Besides, what's the rush, right?" He finished brushing Mark's legs and had him turn over.

The wolf was just as aroused as he was. Arden brushed his chest and stomach, carefully avoiding the engorged shaft.

By the time he was done, going to sleep without taking care of certain needs was not an option. The boys decided to keep things simple and pawed each other off.

Mark grinned. "Just like that time in the bushes, huh?"

"Yup." Arden got under the covers next to him and snuggled up against the wolf's soft chest fur. "Your mom goes to work early, right?"

"Yup. She'll be gone all day." Mark nuzzled his ears. "Don't worry. I 'accidentally' locked my door anyway, so nobody's gonna walk in on us."

Arden rested his head on the wolf's strong chest, feeling the gentle beating of Mark's heart. For whatever reason, he found the quiet, even thump incredibly relaxing. He fell asleep quickly and easily without a care in the world.

***

"Oh crap! It's almost noon!" Mark flew out of bed, nearly knocking Arden to the floor in his haste, as he hurried to get dressed. "We were supposed to go to Dragon World this morning before the Friday crowds set in. Why didn't Dad wake us?"

Arden opened his eyes slowly and stifled a yawn. "Oh, I don't mind the crowds. I just wanna spend more time with you."

"I know." Mark struggled to get his shirt on over his head. "I just really want to show you a good time."

Arden got out of bed and helped the wolf pull the shirt over his muzzle. "I'm already having a great time." He gave Mark a quick kiss. "I've been to the amusement park more times than I can count, but I've never been with someone I had such strong feelings for."

Mark stopped dressing with his pants halfway on and embraced him. "God, I love you." He brought his muzzle to Arden's and the two shared their longest, most passionate kiss yet.

Arden rested his paws on the wolf's rump and opened his muzzle willingly. He brushed his tongue gently against Mark's, feeling the warmth and the overpowering tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He relaxed in the wolf's arms, completely numb to the outside world.

They parted the kiss and finished getting dressed. Arden applied some of Mr. Fox's Fantastic Scent Remover around his fur to get rid of the wolf's scent. Mark did the same.

After another quick kiss, the boys headed upstairs.

Mark raised the shades on the kitchen window. "Oh, now I see why Dad didn't wake us up." He sighed, gazing woefully at the sheets of pouring rain outside. "No Dragon World today, it looks like."

Mr. Heeley walked in right on cue. "Actually, the forecast says the rain should stop by about five tonight. Although those guys have lied to me so many times I won't believe that nice weather 'til I see it." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "How about some sushi?"

The mention of fish made Arden smile giddily. "That sounds fantastic, sir!" His mother would never have let him get sushi for breakfast. Then again, his mother would never have let him sleep past noon, either.

Mr. Heeley smiled. "Just call me James, okay? All this 'Mr. Heeley' and 'sir' stuff is making me feel old." He called up the sushi place and ordered their smorgasbord lunch special. "It comes with two of every kind of sushi they make," he explained. "It's a great way to try everything."

They waited for the sushi to arrive and dug in heartily once it did. Arden never knew that wolves had such an appetite for fish. Both Mark and his father ate with a fervor that easily matched his own. The tuna rolls disappeared first, then the salmon, then the eel and octopus.

By the time they were done, all three of them felt considerably heavier.

Mr. Heeley stifled a belch. "How about a quiet afternoon nap, boys?"

"Fantastic idea!" Mark stood up and cleared the plates off the table. "Maybe the rain will stop by then."

Mr. Heeley nodded and rose from his chair. "It's settled, then -- we sleep 'til dinner, eat again and head over to Dragon World. Just don't let your mom catch you sleeping." He winked. "You know how she gets when she catches people sleeping during the day."

"Oh, I know." Mark looked at Arden and smiled. "Definitely wouldn't want to let her catch me in bed."

Arden smiled back. 'Yeah, especially not with your boyfriend.'

Mark seemed to hear his thoughts and giggled.

The boys padded down to Mark's room and the wolf 'accidentally' locked the door again. Arden settled down next to him in bed and wrapped his arms around the now-familiar shape of Mark's torso. Everything felt so good and right, he couldn't imagine the wolf not being there.

Mark voiced those exact thoughts out loud. "I don't know how I'm gonna get to sleep without you in my arms. It's only been a day and I'm already way too used to it."

Arden ran his claws through the fur on the wolf's chest. "Yeah, it's gonna be weird, no doubt about that."

It took them several hours and several rounds of sticky pawing to fall asleep, but they finally managed to doze off, ready for an evening of fun at Dragon World.

Arden was first to wake up. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and checked the clock on his cell phone. "Five, not bad." He stifled a yawn. "Mark, wakey, wakey." He licked the wolf's nose.

"Can you live here and be my alarm clock from now on?" Mark murmured. "I'd gladly wake up to you at any hour of the day."

"I'd love to." Arden gave him a quick kiss and climbed out of bed. "Come on, your mom will be back soon."

"Yeah, you're right." Mark got up lazily and threw on a new shirt. He dabbed some scent remover all over his neck and arms and passed it to Arden.

Cleaned up and descented, the boys headed upstairs.

The rain did indeed stop, just as Mr. Heeley's forecast had predicted. The wolf had ordered pizza while they were asleep. "Let's eat quickly, boys. Donnah is getting out of work early tonight. She'll be home around six."

They ate dinner quietly. Arden was too sleepy to talk much, and Mark seemed to feel the same.

Mrs. Heeley walked in at six, as promised. "Is everyone ready?" she asked. "I bought us tickets online, but we should still hurry to get on as many rides as we can."

They all got up and followed her to the car.

Arden hadn't been to Dragon World in a while, but he was pleasantly surprised at the fact that he remembered the route perfectly. The place was located on the waterfront, just a few miles down the shore from where they'd gone swimming the day before. It was a large roller coaster park, decked out in a dragon motif. All of the rides were dragon-themed and the staff all wore scaly dragon heads instead of hats.

Their car pulled into the parking lot of Dragon World just after seven. Mr. Heeley handed them each a printed piece of paper.

"Okay, guys," he said, pointing to the barcode on his own ticket. "Make sure not to crumple these until they get scanned. If we get separated, just meet up back here at nine."

Arden wanted to separate from Mark's parents to get some alone-time with the wolf, but they showed no inclination of leaving. Finally, he gave up trying to lose them in the crowd and just enjoyed himself. They rode a couple of the bigger roller coasters in the park and even had time to play some of the games.

Mark actually managed to win a giant stuffed fox, which he presented to Arden. "This is to cuddle with if I'm not around," he whispered, having made sure that his parents weren't listening in. Arden hugged the fox; it was no substitute for Mark, but just him saying it would be, made it more so.

They all walked out of the park, munching on fried dough sticks and chatting. Arden was really happy that he got along with Mark's parents so well; he was expecting hell, but ended up getting a pleasant evening out of it instead.

They rode home in relative silence. Arden had put the giant fox between himself and Mark, and the two boys held paws behind it.

As they drove up Edgarton Street towards Mark's house, Arden thought he saw a shape on the front porch. He was right. The car turned into the driveway and its headlights illuminated something he would rather not have seen -- Katelyn sat on the porch, texting. She looked up when she saw the car pulling in, with a sly grin on her muzzle.

The wolf's paw squeezed his harder and his heart started beating so fast that he thought it was going to burst. He wanted to jump out of the car and run home, but the thought of leaving Mark to face Katelyn and his parents alone made him reluctant to carry out his plan. So, he held on to Mark's paw and counted the seconds.

"Oh, hello, Katelyn," Mrs. Heeley said, getting out of the car. "It's a little late to be visiting Mark, isn't it?"

"Oh, I'll only be a moment." She got up and went over to Mrs. Heeley. "I actually came to see you and Mr. Heeley. I think you need to listen to this."

Arden furrowed his eyebrows. 'Listen?'

And then it hit him...

Katelyn pulled out a small tape recorder and handed it to Mrs. Heeley.

Puzzled, the wolf pushed 'Play' and turned the volume dial to maximum.

"And speaking of secrets...I have a few pictures that you might want to see, sir."

"What kind of pictures?"

"Oh, just pictures of Arden and his...boyfriend!"

"Oh, that's perfect! We were just talking about getting a picture of the two boys together. Can you pri--"

The recording didn't finish. Mrs. Heeley squeezed the device with such force that, with a sickening crunch, it snapped in two. "Inside, now!" Her voice sounded like it could cut stone.

Mark was making motions with his eyes for Arden to run, but the otter ignored him and followed the wolves inside.

The door had barely closed when Mrs. Heeley whipped around and came muzzle to muzzle with Arden. "This better be some sort of twisted joke," she growled.

"It's not." Arden wanted to say these words, but Mark beat him to the punch. "I'm gay, Mom." His gaze was unwavering. "And this..." He took Arden's paw. "This is my boyfriend."

Mrs. Heeley turned her muzzle towards Arden. "Get. Out. Of. My. House!" She followed the last word with a growl so menacing that Arden took a step back. "I don't know what you did to my son..." She took a step towards Arden. "...but I will make sure you don't do any more damage."

"No, Mom." Mark stepped in front of the otter and bared his teeth. "I love him and I won't let you hurt him."

"Step. Away." Donnah growled again.

Mark stood his ground. "No!" They were almost touching muzzles then.

"Why, you ungrateful..."

What happened next was so quick it made Arden's head spin.

Mrs. Heeley pulled back her hefty paw and swung it at her son. It came into contact with Mark's jaw, lifted him into the air and sent him flying across the living room into a glass coffee table. He laid there, in a pile of broken glass and blood, not moving.

Just as Mrs. Heeley began making her way towards Arden with violence in her eyes, Mr. Heeley came up from behind and tackled her to the ground. "Get out of here!" He did his best to keep the larger wolf pinned down. "Take Mark with you. Go!"

Just like that, Arden was in motion with the rest of them. He ran over to Mark's unconscious form, pulled the metal frame of the coffee table off the wolf and picked him up. Years of swimming had made him strong, and seeing Mark's senseless form made him even stronger.

He kicked open the door and took off at a run down the street. There were no tears in his eyes -- just grim resolve. He would never let anything bad happen to Mark again.

He didn't remember making it to his house, but the next thing he heard was the front door unlocking and his mother's gasp. "Engvard, call 9-1-1! Hurry." She helped Arden pull Mark inside while her husband rushed into the kitchen. Just as the front door was closing, they heard Donnah's voice.

"Give me back my son!" She ran up to their door with foam bubbling out of either side of her muzzle.

Mrs. Halinen turned the key in the lock and armed the security system. "Which one?" she yelled back. "The one you almost killed?!"

Donnah stopped at the door and bashed it repeatedly with her heavy paws in a maddened attempt to break it down.

"Donnah, you need help! Just go home and cool off! Mark will stay with us; because you are clearly not sane enough to take care of him."

"If you think so, then you all need help!" Mrs. Heeley yelled from behind the locked door. "You raised a queer!" Mrs. Halinen's eyes hardened at the word. "And now he got my son sick, too!"

"How does it feel, huh?" Donnah continued, pressing her point. "Not only to have raised a freak, but to know that he's responsible for ruining a complete stranger's family?!" Mrs. Heeley stepped back when she heard the locks click open. "That's right! You raised a freak! A child God discarded and forsook. But don't worry, they've got a nice warm place for him in hell!"

Mrs. Halinen opened the door. She stood almost two feet shorter than the wolf and had to be a hundred pounds lighter, at least. She had to tilt her head back to meet Donnah's eyes. "First of all, God loves Arden...and Mark. And second..." She swung her left paw, hitting the wolf squarely in the jaw. "...don't you dare call my son a freak." She rolled Mrs. Heeley's unconscious form off the welcome mat with her footpaw and closed the door.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she ran over to Arden. "Don't listen to a word she said." She wrapped her arms around her son and hugged him tightly "God loves you, we love you, and anyone who doesn't love you is not worth the trouble."

Arden understood. He hugged back and then returned to tending to Mark's injuries. They weren't bad; cuts mostly and a large bruise on his temple. The first aid skills he'd learned as a life guard were more than sufficient.

He was pressing a cold-pack against Mark's forehead when the wolf started coming around. "Dad!" His screams echoed around the room.

It took Arden and Mrs. Halinen's combined strength to keep him on the ground.

"Lie still," Mrs. Halinen said. "I'll send Engvard over to find him."

Mr. Halinen had been standing in the doorway, his eyes still wide from what had just transpired. He put on a windbreaker and headed outside.