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Tommy sat impatiently in the small, crowded office of the motel. Every few seconds he'd meaningfully glance out the window - both to see how close the sun was to setting for the night and to make sure nobody was watching him from a distance. Knowing that Ryan had likely spilled the beans to his father about their secret, Tommy's self-preservation instincts were kicking into gear, and he couldn't help but feel a little trapped by the small confines of the front desk.

"How many rooms will you be needing tonight?" The chipper but ragged-looking middle-aged woman on the other side of the counter asked.

"Two, please," Tommy's father replied. Paperwork was filled out, and minutes later, the attendant produced a pair of room keys.

The plan had been hatched shortly after Tommy's father arrived home from work the night before. Instead of stayting home for the night with the threat of a Paladin being right across the street, the family would stay in a motel overnight and avoid being tracked by Linus. After the full moon had come and gone, they'd go to the Alpha's house to talk about how to handle things in the future.

The motel room door swung open, and Tommy got his first look of where he'd be spending the night. He was nearly bowled over with the musty smells that assaulted his senses as he stepped into the hotel room - many of them conjuring up images in his head of the various acts that previous tenants had done there. With the sun already setting and the full moon just hiding below the horizon, Tommy felt his body react to the odors wafting around him. He was able to keep enough of a lid on his instincts to prevent from changing out of reflex, but the smell of dry sex was still enough to make him bone up inside his tailshorts. But there was nothing exciting about what they were being forced to do here - the imminent threat of Linus coming after the family sent shivers up Tommy's spine.

"Well," Mr. Ainge said plaintively, "I guess this is home for tonight."

"Are we going to have to do this every month?" Tommy asked.

"I hope not. I don't think we can afford doing this once a month. And with the days getting shorter I don't think I'd get off work soon enough to make my way out here later in the year." Tommy's father put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Now, Thomas. Your mother and I will be right next door, OK? If you need us for anything, or if you see or hear anything suspicious, call us and let us know. Don't come outside under any circumstances, and keep all of your curtains closed. Understand?"

Tommy nodded meekly.

"OK, good. I'll let your mother and I settle into the other room for a little bit and give you some time to change. I'll order some pizza and come back here in about an hour. The most important thing for you to do is not be scared. I don't know how the wolf part of you is going to react in this sort of situation, but the last thing we want to have happen is for you to lash out at anyone."

Tommy nodded silently. His father planted a kiss on his forehead.

"We'll get through this. Don't worry."

Tommy managed a faint smile. "Thanks, Dad."

As Tommy's parents left the room and the door closed behind them, Tommy stood impatiently in the motel room, idly glancing at the walls, the television, the ashtray on the nightstand, the lamp sitting beside it. Anything he could do to distract himself from the undesirable situation he found himself in.

Minutes later, his skin was starting to itch, the first moments of the change announcing themselves, and his eyes began to tear up.

Can't I just have one night off? He thought to himself as he pulled his shirt off to prepare himself, resigned to his fate. One time where I don't have to worry about this?

It was a stark contrast to the last full moon. Back then, his transformation was euphoric. Being surrounded by fellow werewolves, feeling the cold night air pass through his growing fur, energy and lust and joy and power and all the other positive sensations that swelled and built through his entire body, ready to explode in a glorious howl. He wished every change would feel that way. And now, here he was. Alone. Confined. Fearful. Resistant to the change that nonetheless took over his boyish frame, little by little. The wolf was going to come out. Every full moon, whether he liked it or not, this change was going to happen.

He fought back against the changes as best he could, trying to prolong his humanity as much as possible, but what good is fighting against a bodily process that's so automatic. He may as well have tried to will his heart to stop beating, a heart that he could hear pounding, louder and louder, thudding in his temples. And as the changes progressed, all the instincts of fear and paranoia intensified. The wolf's psyche was blending into his own, and it was not happy. He was caged in, which was distressing enough for his lupine instincts. But beyond that, the knowledge that someone was out there, hunting him down, nearly drove Tommy insane. He had to consciously stop himself from flinging the door open and running out into the night.

When the transformation was finally over, Tommy worked hard on regaining his focus. There was no telling what the wolf side of him would do if he were running loose in the streets, and as much as he bristled at being cooped up in a strange motel room, even the animal inside him knew that being cooped up for the night was a better alternative than being shot by a Paladin. He consciously stood his ground, breathing deeply to try and get in a more relaxed state. And it seemed to work - after a few minutes, the panic started to drift away. This wasn't the setting the wolf wanted to be in, but it began to understand the need to stay confined. He climbed on top of the bed, laying on it like a dog, and began to wait out the night in the increasingly dark motel room.

He must have drifted off into sleep for a while, because the next thing he heard was a jiggling of the door handle. Reflexively, his ears perked up and stared at the door. He could feel his lips pull back, baring his fangs at the entryway, a soft but menacing growl bubbling up from somewhere in the back of his throat. It could just be his father on the other side of that door, presenting him with the pizza he promised an hour ago. Or it could be Linus, with a gun drawn, a silver bullet in the chamber and a silencer attached, here to fire a single shot and disappear. He couldn't know for sure, and couldn't risk it. Tommy pounced, crossing the entire distance between his bed and the door, claws out and ready to attack.

"Thomas!" a familiar voice said from the other side of the door. "Calm down, it's just me. I got your pizza right here."

Tommy sighed, relieved that it was his father at the door after all, but the fact that he was so quick to turn aggressive surprised him. Cautiously, he looked through the peephole on the door, and sure enough his dad was standing there, hands full with a pizza box and a room key. Tommy opened the door and quickly ushered his father inside, the two of them sitting on the lone bed in the room.

"You OK in here?" His father asked. "It sounded like you were about to tear apart whoever opened the door."

"Sorry..." Tommy replied. "I didn't know it was you until you said something. I thought Linus might've found us."

"Thomas, don't be silly. We picked you straight up from school. I came right from work. We're parked away from the street. There's no way Linus or anyone else knows where we are. And I'll be honest - the fact that you were that close to attacking me like I was some sort of enemy... it really scares me."

"I didn't mean to, Dad. I swear."

"I know, Thomas. We're all on edge right now. But you can't just blindly strike at everything. All it takes is one stray claw or fang and I turn into a werewolf too. Or even worse, if you don't control yourself. Come on, let's eat and we'll talk about it."

The smell of the pizza was definitely comforting to Tommy as he took a slice off the pie and started chomping on it, not even bothering with a plate. "I wonder if I'm ever going to be able to really control myself. I mean, most of the time it's no big deal, but then something like this happens, or when Justin and I got in the fight, and I really do feel like a wild animal. It's scary."

"You're doing the best you can," Mr. Ainge said back. "Three months ago you were a normal kid, and now all of a sudden you're having to deal with so much more than most adults have to deal with. Between learning to control yourself, the pack, the whole thing with Paladins... I'm actually impressed at how well you've been able to handle it all."

"But what are we supposed to do now? We can't run away from the Paladins forever."

"I doubt we'll have to. Something tells me Mr. Grey will figure something out that'll keep everyone safe. It's not like a Paladin wants to be in danger either if he knows there are a whole bunch of his enemies living around him."

"I guess so." Tommy finished off the first slice of his pizza, and immediately reached for another one. "Can you stay here with me for the night? I don't want to be here by myself."

"I wish I could," Mr. Ainge sighed, "but if you're not going to be able to keep yourself reined in, I don't think it's safe. I'm seeing how much trouble it's causing you to be a werewolf, and I just don't want to take any chances right now."

Tommy could only manage a plaintive look at his father.

"Look, just finish your dinner, try to relax, and this night'll be over before you know it."

With that, Tommy's father got up off of the bed and made his way back to the door, stopping to look back at the young wolf.

"I'll see you in the morning, OK?"

Tommy gave his dad a gentle nod. "Promise?"

His dad smiled back. "Promise." The door opened, his father stepped outside, and Tommy was alone again.

The rest of Tommy's evening was rather boring. The pizza was finished off in quick order, and it soon came to be that the only way for Tommy to pass the time was by watching television. That burned off several hours, but once the late-night talk shows signed off, Tommy flipped the TV set off and found himself with an entire night to kill, nothing to do, and just a 12-by-12-foot room to do it in. He didn't want to fall asleep in case Linus tried to attack in the middle of the night, but fatigue from the day's events was starting to set in. He laid down on top of the bedsheets, his fur coat being plenty to keep him warm, as he began to drift off, an increasingly foggy mind rationalizing everything that his father had said to keep him calm.

Nobody saw me leave school...

Nobody knows we're here...

There's no way Linus could find us...

I miss Ryan so much...

I wish I could explain all this to him...

I don't want to be afraid anymore...

Tap tap tap.

The noise made his ears perk up. Lifting his head, he glanced around the darkened room with blurry eyes, trying to locate the source of the noise. His gaze fixed for a moment on the alarm clock, but he couldn't seem to make out what the blaring red digits were indicating.

Tap tap tap.

There it was again, an unmistakeable sound, like the tapping of a fingernail on glass. Nervously, Tommy got off the bed and walked to the window, hunching over to see who was there without opening the curtains. And when he saw who it was, Tommy couldn't help but gasp.

There, standing outside of the motel window, was Ryan. Dressed in the same clothes he had worn to school the day before. Looking right back at him.

Crap.

With his cover blown and nowhere to run, all Tommy could do was go and see what Ryan wanted. He quietly opened the door and Ryan quickly came inside.

"Ryan, how did you..."

"Shhhhhh...." Ryan said, putting a finger to his lips, his other hand on Tommy's shoulder, marching him back onto the bed where Tommy nearly fell over.

"What are you doing?" Tommy asked frantically. "Does your dad know we're here? Are you still-"

"Tommy, shut up," Ryan hissed. "I didn't tell my dad about you. He doesn't know I'm gone."

"Then what's going on? Why are you here?"

Ryan didn't answer. Instead, the younger boy stepped away from Tommy, their gazes locked together. Even in pitch darkness, Tommy had enough night vision to see Ryan grabbing the tail of his shirt with both hands, pulling it upward, exposing Ryan's milky skin to him. His shoes and socks came off next. Tommy couldn't understand how Ryan had found him, or why he was acting like this, or what he intended to do, but for some reason the only reaction he could manage was a steady thickening of his sheath that was made more and more evident in the front of his shorts. Ryan began to grin devilishly.

"I need you, Tommy," Ryan whispered. "I don't care about anyone else." With that, Ryan swiftly removed his pants and underwear together, and made his way to the bed. The sight of Ryan's dick was paralyzing - Tommy hadn't been with the other boy for a month, and the chance to see it again cancelled out any ability to think rationally. He could only watch as Ryan climbed onto the bed and onto Tommy, straddling the werewolf's chest and pointing his three-inch pecker straight at Tommy's muzzle, flooding his sinuses with the scents of Ryan's groin.

He couldn't help himself. Within an instant, Tommy's mouth was around Ryan's length.

Ryan grimaced and twitched, clutching his friend's shoulders for balance as Tommy blew him like a champ. Between the danger of being caught and the ferocity of the sucking, it was a wonder the boy didn't scream out. Lips and tongue took turns, caressing the length and tip of Ryan's prick, covering the surface with untold amounts of Tommy's slobber. Tommy was feeling the sensations too - with his right hand, he reached behind the boy riding his mouth, slipped his shorts down as far as he could get them, and began to fondle the canine dick that had come out of hiding as soon as the two of them started going at it.

Ryan's eyes were clamped shut during the whole encounter, so he could only feel the sensation's of Tommy's long tongue wrapping around the entirety of his organ, lapping away in patterns that no human tongue could achieve. A dampness could be felt each time Tommy took Ryan in to the hilt, as an Tommy's canine nose began to poke just below Ryan's belly button. He gasped, as Tommy's free hand clutched at him, scraping delicately against his ass. The climax was coming, and coming fast, and Ryan gurgled through clenched teeth as he tried with all his strength to hold off. But he was too young, his stamina too weak, his balls and cock too excited. With a halted yelp, he thrust violently into the werewolf's snout, feeding what should've been pints of imaginary seed down Tommy's throat.

Tommy finally released his friend's organ from his mouth a minute later. His own rod had been throbbing insistently throughout the whole routine, and now it was his turn for some release.

Or so he thought - as soon as they were done, Tommy watched his friend casually dismount from him, jump off the bed, and reach for his clothes. It was like what they had just done hadn't happened.

"Wait... what are you doing?" Tommy asked in a daze.

Ryan looked back at him with a cheerful grin. "I'm putting my clothes back on, silly."

"But... I'm not done yet."

"No, but I'm done with you."

Tommy watched helplessly, still unable to move for some reason, as Ryan dressed himself again. When the younger boy was done, he walked back over to the bed where Tommy was laying. "You're such a dork, Tommy. To think that I ever liked you... that's so funny. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't fight back, that's all."

Ryan walked back to the door, stopping to look back at the werewolf that was paralyzed on the bed. "Dad's gonna be so proud of me. My first kill, and now we know where the rest of you monsters live. You'll all be gone in a week." Tommy could only watch, his heart breaking in betrayal, as the Ryan opened the door. "He's all yours, Dad!"

Seconds later, the door opened fully as Linus, dressed in Paladin regalia, stepped through the doorway and into the motel room. "Well done, son. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Nope!" Ryan replied proudly. "Not a scratch!"

"Good job. Time to teach this monster a lesson."

Tommy watched, frozen in place, as Linus drew a silver-barreled revolver and pointed it straight at the young werewolf. His eyes clenched shut as the Paladin pulled the trigger on his gun.

BANG.