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Chapter 4

It was nearly four that morning when Jeff rolled up to his house with three other bikes in toe behind him. Jeff rushed inside and called out for TJ, but when he didn't hear his brother call back the man became frantic. A savage roar was all the other three men heard when they walked into the house and found Jeff running on all fours through the house practically howling for his brother.

It wasn't until Jeff come back to the kitchen and saw TJ's helmet sitting on the table that the man really lost it. Bruce and Sam could only watch as Jeff's face contorted into a growl and then a snarl of pure angry hatred. His face actually pushed out a bit into a muzzle as he tilted his head back and roared loud enough to make the three men in the kitchen with him cover their ears. The savage angry roar ended in a mournful howl and to everyone's fascination Jeff seemed to look a little more human as tears fell from his golden eyes and soaked his shrinking face fur. "Give me a moment with him," Bruce said and Samson and Lars left the room respectfully.

It was Jeff's turn to cry, growl, and snarl into Bruce's shoulder as the man held him. It took a while, but eventually the worst of the fit had passed. Bruce held Jeff's face up and planted a huge kiss on his lips much to the man's surprise. It was hard for Jeff not to kiss back as the animal part of his brain craved the touch of the hot muscular man holding him. Bruce pulled away before their embrace became too steamy. "That was a true man's anguish," Bruce said and pulled Jeff into a hug. "I know you have a good heart Jeff; we'll find TJ if it's the last thing we do before we're more beast than man."

Jeff nodded and smiled at Bruce. "I think we're almost the same height now Bruce" Jeff said with a soft and playful growl. "You better watch that ass of yours when I finish fucking my missing cub," Jeff said softly.

"Wouldn't have it any other way big guy" Bruce said with a low growl of his own.

Jeff was looking almost human again when they joined Lars and Sam in the living room. The two of them looked a bit frightened when they saw Jeff's furry ears and hair covered face. "We don't have much time" Jeff said sadly. "I think you can tell that TJ's not here... He must have run away last night" Jeff said and held the maroon helmet up.

They all passed the helmet around and took a sniff of it without even thinking of how odd the ritual must have looked. "Listen," Bruce said and put his hand on Jeff's shoulder as they stood together. "We're bikers you mother fuckers!" he said with a snarly growl. "We don't let our own get in trouble, and we look after our brothers like they're closer than family!" he said and from the communal growling he heard Bruce must have known he had hit a chord. "TJ thinks he's alone, but he's got biker blood in his veins, and parents or not he's our brother! Let's get out there and find him! If we turn into beasts before we do than we'll just have to use our noses where our eyes failed us! Are you with me?"

A hearty roar was Jeff's answer as Sam and Lars stood and growled their agreement. Jeff trailed behind as they were leaving and stopped Samson. "I want you to carry this," Jeff said and handed TJ's helmet to the young man. Sam looked at Jeff seriously and nodded. "He trusted you... told you his feelings when I wasn't there for him," Jeff said with a growl. "When we find him... if TJ wants it, you can have him for your mate."

Samson nodded and accepted the helmet. The hairy teen surprised Jeff when he pulled the man into a tender kiss. "I hope I get to fuck you too Jeff," he said as their lips broke, "I think we're all going to be a lot closer when this is all over and done with."

"I think you're right," Jeff said and smiled at the thought of boning the hot young man who had just kissed him, "but for now we hunt."

Sam nodded and tucked the helmet under his arm. "We'll find him Jeff," he said as they hurried to their bikes.

...

TJ had woken up cold and lonely that morning. He was starving too. The teen bought some junk food from a fast food place for breakfast, but the only thing he liked was the sausage and egg. The rest of it was too dry and tasteless for him to eat much of it. He was still hungry when he finished eating too. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to run away, but when TJ saw his hairy face in the bathroom mirror of the restaurant he was glad he hadn't stayed home. His face was covered in soft brown fur like hair, and he looked almost like he had a beard but it was more like tufts of thick fur that ran along his jaw than a real beard.

For most of the day TJ sulked around down town. He felt terrible and lost. Every moment that passed he wanted to turn around and run back to Jeff, but just thinking of Jeff brought tears to TJ's eyes. "If I can't have a family, and I can't be with Jeff, then I might as well be a monster," TJ said to himself as he wondered around downtown.

Every time the teen would get close to one of the four bikers riding around town looking for him he would stop in a shop or take a different road. By the time night fell over the town TJ hadn't even seen Jeff and the rest of the group even once.

With the darkness came the lights of the city. It was about ten that night when TJ found himself looking at a familiar club down the road from where he was walking. He was a bit nervous to go into a club his brother had taken him too, but maybe TJ could find a ride out of town in there? It was worth a shot.

As soon as the teen wondered into the bar a few people gave him weird looks. Maybe it was his beard, or maybe the worn leather jacket, but TJ didn't look like a sixteen year old. In fact he looked old enough to drink. It was a complete surprise when the barkeep asked him what he wanted to drink. TJ handed the man some money and asked for one of the beers he had drank with Sam that night in the woods. The barkeep was happy to oblige and didn't even ask for a license.

As TJ drank his beer a man wondered up to him. He wasn't a kind looking man either. "Hey punk" the man said and grabbed TJ roughly as he spun the teen in his seat. "Did I see you in here a few days ago with that faggot Lars?"

"No," TJ said with a soft growl in his voice.

The man grunted at the young looking punk biker. "You probably think you're tough don't you," the man said and pulled TJ back to where he was facing him.

"Leave me the fuck alone," TJ said and pushed the man away a little harder than he meant too.

The man tumbled away from TJ and into a few other patrons. They didn't appreciate him falling into him, but TJ was already standing and downing the last of his beer. "Later," he said to the barkeep and made his way towards the club doors.

TJ was outside when he heard the sound of motorcycles coming towards him. The teen tried to ignore the sound as he walked across the dark parking lot towards the road on the other side of the bar. "Hey you!" someone said roughly and pulled their bike up to block TJ's path. "You want to try that little stunt you pulled in the bar again; now that we're outside?" the familiar man asked.

He was a big mother fucker, bald and fat with a huge scruffy beard on his face. TJ figured the man was about the size of his brother, except a lot fatter, and for the first time that night he wished Jeff were here with him. "Fuck off," TJ said and turned to walk away from the man. Another two guys on motorcycles blocked him as he turned around. Before TJ knew it about six guys were surrounding him with their bikes. They formed a rough circle around him and the guy from before was at the front of it. "I think I owe you a lesson in pain!" the man said and came at TJ.

Before the teen knew what was happening the man's fist hit him in his face making him yelp like a hurt dog and fall to the ground. TJ whined as he reached up and felt blood running from his lip. Even with the full moon shining down on him as it peeked just over the bar TJ could feel the painful sting of his bloody lip. It was just starting to heal when the bald man laughed at him.

"Listen to him boys, sounds like a hurt dog!" the man said and laughed as he punched TJ again.

The other guys joined into the beating as they took turns hitting TJ in the face and the stomach. It didn't take long for the teen to stop struggling against them. He couldn't have known that not far from where the men were beating him four huge black shapes had tracked his scent down, and followed it to this place.

"You're just some stupid punk kid!" The bald man shouted at TJ as his friends dropped him and let the teen collapse.

"Fuck... you," TJ said in a soft growl.

"What was that!?" the man said and roughly hauled TJ to his feet.

"I said... Fuck you!" TJ said and braced himself for the fist he knew would follow his statement.

The hit never came.

In fact TJ heard a sound like a truck engine running in neutral coming from behind the bald man who still had his fist raised to hit him. Something huge and black was holding the man's hand in place. At first the man looked surprised, but as he turned to look at what was holding him the moon crested over the bar and it's pale white light shined down on the face of a huge monstrous wolf. The huge maw of the wolf was open, and its massive fangs glinted in the moon light, bright, deadly, and dripping saliva. The growling seemed to get louder and the other five guys who had helped the bald man looked out beyond the ring of their motorcycles at three huge shapes standing just beyond their bikes.

These massive furry shapes were crouched and growling too. One was nearly as big as the monster than held the bald man. The other two were a bit shorter and the smallest of them, which was still about as big as a car, was almost a blond color with fur that glinted a pale silver in the bright moonlight.

The bald man tried to pull his hand free from the grasp of the monster, but he might as well have been wrestling with a grizzly, and even that might have been easier than fighting with the massively huge wolf monster. "Let me go!" the bald man screamed frantically.

"Let's get out of here!" The other bikers yelled as he hopped on their bikes and drove away as fast as they could.

When the noise of their motors died down in the distance the bald man looked at the beast holding him with nothing but sheer terror on his face. "Why," the monster finally said in a voice that sounded like it could shake a wall apart. "Why did you hurt my little brother!"

"You... this... is your... brother?" The bald man spoke with fear heavy in his voice.

Right at that moment TJ screamed in pain as the full moon hit him from above the city skyline. If anyone around him had been wearing a watch they would have seen that it was twelve on the dot. TJ's scream dropped a couple of octaves as his body pushed out and grew rapidly larger. His clothes shredded and his treasured jacket was reduced to a few scraps of leather by the time if fell from his expanding frame.

The bald man watched in mute horror as the kid he had just beat up looked up at him with a savage and feral look in his golden eyes. TJ growled as his face pushed forward and his fur thickened across his whole body. In a few moments the teen was just a little smaller than the blonde furred wolf a few yards away from where TJ was crouched before the bald man. TJ's tail curled in anger behind him as he looked at the man who had just beaten him up.

After only a few short moments the transformation was over and TJ was looking down at the unfortunate man in his brother's grasp. "It's too late," One of the bigger wolves said in a low growl.

"Too late for what!" the bald man screamed in a higher than normal voice.

"Too late for you," The third biggest wolf said savagely and stepped forward. "Kill him Alpha! He's nothing but a sniveling coward who picks on people he doesn't understand!"

"No!" the biggest wolf snarled. "He can live, for now."

"Oh thank you I swear I..." a roar cut the man off as the wolf shook the whole block with his thundering voice.

"I didn't say I would just let you go" the wolf said, but he released the man's arm. "Take off your jacket!"

"What? Wh... why?" the man asked.

"Cause you fucked my brother's up when you were beating the shit out of him!" The wolf growled.

The bald man hurried to get his jacket off and then held it up in fear between himself and the huge wolf.

"Now put your bike keys in the pocket, and put the jacket on the bike!" the wolf growled.

"No! Not my bike man!" the bald man sobbed.

"I'm not a man, and if you want to live you'll remember that from now on!" the wolf growled louder and more savagely than before.

"Ok, please don't kill me!" He said and actually cried as he put his keys in the jacket and put it on the bike.

"Now get the fuck out of here," the werewolf growled and snapped at the man who screamed in fear. "You tell everyone you see not to fuck with a wolf, or else they get the whole pack!"

The bald man nodded as he scurried away from the circle of monster werewolves. TJ would never forget the cries of terror and shame that the man made as he ran for his life. The other wolves chased him as far as the edge of the parking lot before letting him go. They padded back over to where the huge dark werewolf stood with the smallest member of their pack. Even in the dim light of the moon TJ could see the concerned looks on the faces of the monsters around him.

"Don't you ever run away from home again," the huge dark wolf said in a low angry growl. Before the young werewolf could reply he was pulled into a huge furry hug, and it almost sounded like the huge wolf was crying. When he finally pulled away enough for TJ to look up at his face the teenage werewolf realized he was crying, but TJ was crying now too.

Somehow TJ knew this was Jeff. Nobody else held him this way, and then there was the smell of him. All strong and comforting like confidence mixed with firm and hearty love. "I'm sorry," TJ said in his new werewolf voice. He was almost talking in a whine, but it came out lower than a human's voice could.

Jeff leaned down and growled low as their lips met in a brief tender kiss. "I don't know if this is going to help," he said once their kiss broke, "but I think I owe you a rough ass fucking for running away and worrying your pack!"

TJ looked at the other three werewolves around him and Jeff, "Who exactly are they?" he asked.

"I think you should recognize Sam and Bruce" Jeff said as the two werewolves waved. Sam stepped up to TJ as he was released from his hug with Jeff and the smallest of the werewolves got another musky tight hug. Bruce came up behind his son and TJ, putting his paw on both of their shoulders.

"You scared me TJ," Sam growled and looked up at Jeff who nodded and smiled.

"Sam I..." TJ began to say but was interrupted by a rough kiss as the larger wolf kissed him more roughly than his brother had a few moments ago.

"Get a room," The smaller light colored werewolf growled at TJ and Sam.

"That's Lars," Jeff said and pointed a thumb claw over his shoulder at the grouchy wolf. "He got dragged in at the last minute; had a rough transformation." Jeff explained to the amusement of the pack around them. "He's still a little grumpy about it."

"Can we just focus on finding a way to make this whole werewolf problem go away? I don't want to be an eight foot tall wolf monster any longer than I have to be!" Lars groused.

TJ could still ride his new bike, he was only a few inches over seven feet, but the other wolves had to run back to Jeff's house. When TJ got home he waited for Jeff in the living room. Not surprisingly the huge wolf snuck up on his brother who was still getting used to his werewolf senses. Jeff pounced on the smaller wolf and wrestled him to the ground.

Without much more than a few tender sloppy kisses the huge monster wolf speared his brother's ass with his monster cock and started going at it like mad. Their growls and howls were loud enough to be heard across the neighborhood, but only the three wolves in the kitchen knew what was really going on.

Bruce and Sam took advantage of their stiff wolf dicks and even Lars joined in despite his sour mood. The three werewolves in the kitchen were almost as loud as Jeff and TJ as they sucked, fucked, slurped, and licked each other. They knew better than to interrupt what was happening in the next room, so they kept their fucking to themselves.

"Jeff," TJ growled somewhere in the middle of his brother's beastly fucking.

"What?" Jeff growled back.

"I love you," TJ said shyly.

"I love you too," Jeff said as he began to near his climax. Before he came into his brother the huge wolf bit into TJ's shoulder and made the smaller wolf whine in pain as Jeff pushed his knot into the cub's ass. TJ did whine, but not because it hurt for long, but because his heart was finally getting what he had secretly wanted this whole time. Maybe it was a strange as hell way to finally get it, but TJ felt like part of a family again.

For a moment - while Jeff tilted his head back and howled like a wild animal just before exploding into his brother - TJ felt like he could have undone his first wish. After all, what good was being a werewolf when you had a brother like Jeff?

But something stopped him right at that moment. TJ liked Jeff like this. He was stronger, bigger, and not to mention hot as hell! Why end something that felt so good, so right?

So TJ decided to stay a werewolf, and for better or worse the three monsters in the kitchen stayed wolves too.

Their own sexual exploits reached an explosive climax as Bruce came into Sam who exploded into Lars. Lars painted the kitchen floor with a few gallons of werewolf spunk, but they would clean that up later.

In the mean while TJ was pulled into Jeff's arms as the two curled up together beside the living room couch. For the first time in his life TJ slept in his brother's arms, and didn't feel like it was strange or odd at all. In fact it felt right. Maybe soon enough TJ could sleep with Sam like this too, but he would never out grow his brother's affection. They would have many more wild romps in the future too, but for now though they slept off their first night as werewolves; and their first night as a real family.

Epilogue

Sam pulled TJ into a rough kiss as soon as the smaller man hopped off his bike. The bike had never been reported as stolen, and after a while they could register it under TJ's name. It took a while for TJ to grow into the jacket, but after a few weeks he was about as big as the man who he had gotten it from. He was more muscular than fat though, but the jacket still fit.

"I thought you might want this," Sam said and handed TJ his old helmet.

"You kept it all this time?" TJ asked in shock.

"Hell yea!" Sam said and kissed his mate again. "And now that we're alone..."

Sam growled as he unzipped his leather pants and his monster wolf cock rose into the air between himself and TJ. "We're on the side of a road you horny beast!" TJ said gruffly and tried to push Sam away, but the seven foot monster of a man wouldn't have any of his mate's objections.

"I know," Sam said and growled. "It's more fun this way!"

More than one person driving down the road that day got an eye full of two huge hairy men fucking on the side of the road beside their bikes that day. One car in particular passed the men and a young man looked out at the lewd act of sex and was instantly hard. He happened to get a good look at the huge muscular men as they fucked each other. It seemed odd to the kid when he noticed that the men were hairy as hell... and did they have tails? Before the car pulled too far away from the kid saw the back of TJ's jacket. It had a picture of a werewolf howling at a black moon in the sky above it. "Wolf Pack," it said in bold red letters above the picture. "Huh," the kid thought to himself as he absently rubbed the chubby growing in his pants. "I wouldn't mind being part of that biker gang..." he said to himself.

"What was that?" The kid's dad asked from the front seat.

"Nothing," the kid replied. Maybe he could get a motorcycle for his sixteenth birthday...?