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David crept carefully through the dark, the flickering shadows concealing his movement. Not that it mattered much as his targets were too engrossed to notice. Sneaking behind them, he pounced. Howling loudly, he grabbed two of them by the shoulder. They leapt up in shock and panic.

"You bastard!" one gasped.

"David, you are a cunt sometimes, you know that?" muttered the other, while the third just panted as his heart raced.

The teenage boy rolled behind the couch, hands clasped to his ribs laughing hysterically.

"Ah, come on guys, you should have seen yourselves. Bet you shit your pants!" David teased.

"Man, you are eighteen now, haven't you grown out of it yet? Don't know why you wanted to watch old werewolf movies just before we go off camping anyway," Mike muttered.

"Are we all scared of the big, bad wolf?" David taunted. "You know it's all make-believe, don't you guys?"

"Sure," Alan snapped back. "But it doesn't make the woods any less spooky for knowing that."

"I've had enough of this. We have an early start so let's get to bed," Paul sighed as he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

Jostling and teasing each other, the four teenagers headed upstairs. In the dark David lay in bed staring at the ceiling, anticipation making his nerve ends tingle. Smiling to himself, he howled into the night; a trainer thudded onto his chest from across the room.

"Shut up, asshole," a voice grumbled.

Turning onto his side David closed his eyes and sighed, eventually falling into a deep and troubled sleep. Dreams of running through the forest pursued by a wild animal that was faster than a human could flee haunted him. He felt himself fall in a crumpled heap, powerful jaws wrapping round his neck as blood spattered across his hairless chest. His eyes flashed open as a dark growl rang in his ear. He was on the floor, the quilt tangled round his legs and his body bathed in sweat. Sleep didn't return that night.

Early the next morning, the four friends piled into Paul's SUV and set off on their trip. All the gear they needed had been packed the previous day and they had to squeeze in around it. Despite a heavy dosing of strong coffee with breakfast, each of them looked tired and drawn. The journey began in a silent and sombre mood. Slowly the caffeine kicked in and the mood lifted, Paul slipped a CD into the player and soon the car was rocking along while they belted out the lyrics.

It seemed no time before the city was left far behind; tall conifers lined the road as they headed into the forest. Pulling into a car park, they unpacked the car and sorted out their equipment.

"Jeez, what is it with moms? Got enough stuff here for ten of us," Mike laughed.

"Well, we gotta carry it all, so sort out what you need and leave the rest. Each man carries his own kit so be realistic what you can tote for a few miles," Alan retorted.

Eventually four rucksacks sat against the car as Paul locked it. Essentials of tent, sleeping bag plus mat, together with food and water left little room for much else and the packs strained at the seams.

"Right guys, let's load up and get going," David grunted as he struggled to swing his rucksack onto his back, tugging at the straps to balance the load on his back.

Selecting a trail that seemed to head uphill, the four set off at a steady pace, leaving civilization further behind with every step. They had been hiking for a few hours and the sun was sinking towards the horizon when they came across a clearing in the woods. The ground was level and sandy with boulders dotted around. They could hear a stream running back in the trees. Mike shrugged off his rucksack and sat on a boulder.

"I don't know about you guys but I can't take another step, I vote we set up camp here tonight," he panted.

"Seconded," gasped David, slumping to the ground as the other two nodded to each other.

"Seems unanimous," Alan agreed, dropping his pack and rolling his shoulders to ease the ache.

Having selected their own pitch, they soon had the camp site set up. Four one-man tents were arranged in a broad circle, with a ring of stones in the centre around a blazing fire. A kettle of water whistled as it boiled. Alan picked it up and filled four, battered tin mugs, passing the steaming coffee round to his companions. Sipping his carefully, David started to wander round the area; turning a corner on the trail, he stopped dead. Standing on the edge of a cliff, he stared out west across a wide, wooded valley; the huge, orange orb of the setting sun was sinking behind the trees that lined the crest of the far side of the gorge.

"GUYS!" he shouted. "Come and take a look at this." He heard the others come up behind him and they stood in awe as the sun sank behind the crest, clouds roiling in its wake. As the light faded, David grinned mischievously: stepping to the edge he threw his head back and howled into space. The noise echoed back from all directions as if they were surrounded by wolves. He felt his back pelted with pine cones and twigs.

"Give it a rest, will you!" Alan chuckled.

"Just one last big one, to bring out the wild animal in us all," David taunted as stars began to twinkle in the night sky, the light of the moon casting a silvery glow on the trees.

"Sometimes I think you'd have preferred to be born a mutt, just give it your best shot and get it out of your system," Mike grumbled.

David took a deep breath and howled out as loud and long as he could. The answering echoes reverberated around them before dying out, and silence surrounded them. As they turned to go back to camp, a single plaintive howl sounded from across the valley, and fingers of ice crawled up David's spine.

"For fuck's sake Dave, you better not have attracted wolves over here," Paul snapped.

"Don't worry guys, they are more afraid of us than we are of them. They won't come near," David replied, trying to sound confident.

"Respect for getting a reply though, you dog!" Alan laughed, wrapping an arm round his shoulders.

The event was soon forgotten as supper was prepared and consumed ravenously. Building up the fire after cooking, they just sat round the flames, chatting about anything and nothing before sinking into quiet reflection, staring into the dancing flames. Before long, the exertion of the trek and the lack of sleep the previous night had all four yawning, and they dragged themselves off to their respective tents. Before he went, Paul built up the fire muttering about wolves and dumb pranks.

David lay in his sleeping bag, listening to the fire crackle and watching the flickering shadows it cast on his tent. For a moment he thought he saw a person's shadow and then it was gone - must have been one of the others going for a piss, he thought, before he drifted off to sleep.

He came half-awake, only seeing darkness as the fire had died down. Vaguely, he heard a snuffling outside his tent before he dozed off again.

Later he woke again, stirring uncomfortably as the pressure on his bladder roused him to consciousness. He lay there for a few minutes hoping it would go away, but the need to piss only grew stronger. Rolling onto all fours, he crawled to the tent flap and unzipped it quietly, easing himself out of the tent. Standing and stretching, he looked round the camp site, embers still glowed on the fire and silvery moonlight lit the clearing. Treading carefully, he headed for the tree line before selecting a suitable target. Leaning against the tree with one hand, he reached into his shorts and freed his cock with the other. Sighing loudly, he directed a stream of piss against the trunk, watching it run down the coarse bark and soak into the ground beneath, wraiths of steam rising into the chill night air.

As he finished and put his cock away, he heard a huff behind him; slowly turning his head he could see nothing there. Then, as he watched, a large shape emerged from the undergrowth, a quadruped that sniffed the air and growled quietly. Shocked, David slowly started to edge backwards away from the figure as it advanced towards him. As David backed up against another tree, the creature stopped and sniffed where the man had peed, licking the wet bark noisily. Turning back to look at the trembling human, the creature growled louder and a pair of demonic red eyes glowed in the darkness. Rising onto its hind legs, the creature grew taller and taller, dwarfing the paralysed human. As his nerve broke, David turned and ran, leaving the camp further behind and heading deeper into the forest.

Blundering carelessly through the brush, David ran as fast as his feet would carry him, but he could sense the creature was effortlessly keeping close behind. Briars caught and tore at his exposed flesh, trickles of blood ran from cuts on his legs and arms, thorns pierced his chest and remained fast. In his fear and panic David felt nothing, glancing behind he saw the beast loping along behind him, its eyes fixed on its prey. By the time he realised he was being steered by the beast, it was too late. Trapped in a box gully, David tried to scrabble up the sheer rock walls, but kept slipping back down again until, exhausted, he collapsed and awaited his fate. Blood oozed from the scratches over his body, and he wiped his bloody hands over his shorts.

"Please don't kill me," the man begged as fear squeezed his guts in an icy grasp.

"Why did you run, little one?" a gruff voice asked.

"Who said that?" David croaked, his chest heaving.

"You do not know, little one?" the voice growled. "Did you not call to me across the valley?"

"What? No! Who are you?" David gasped in confusion.

The creature rose up and stood on its hind legs, walking slowly to where David lay. Bending, it sniffed the man, snuffling and licking his neck.

"Yes, it was you," the voice growled in his ear. "Your scent is the same, your taste the same as the spot from where the call came. You called to me, did I not answer you?"

"That was you? I am sorry, I didn't mean to," David stammered.

"Many long years have I waited for my mate's call. Tonight, it came from you."

"I can't have been the first to do that."

"Many have shouted from that cliff, but none have called to my soul. There can only ever be one to bond with, and finally you have come."

"Leave me alone," the man whined, curling himself tightly into a ball.

"Fear not, little one; I mean you no harm. The fates have brought you here to me at last, and the curse will be broken," the creature crooned as it curled itself round the man.

David felt soft fur pressing against his back as strong arms wrapped round him, holding him tightly. A cold nose nuzzled and snuffled at his neck and huffed into his ear. The strong, rancid smell of a wild carnivore filled his nose. The animal rubbed itself against the man and slowly he began to relax and uncurl himself, it felt surprisingly good. David couldn't help himself but push back into the thick, warm fur and gasped in surprise when something hard began to grind against his butt cheeks.

Gradually, the grinding became more insistent, as the object grew and hardened to steel. David heard a rip as it speared through his shorts, and a hot, wet lump began to slide between his cheeks. The man tensed in shock as the creature's intent became clear, it was obviously male - and very horny. Struggling, he tried to pull away but the muscular furry arms held him tightly, and as hard as he tried the creature was far, far stronger. Iron-hard biceps flexed against his ribs making it difficult to breathe and he could feel the animal's chest muscles tensing against his shoulder blades.

David's pucker clamped shut as the tip of a canine penis began to press against it, gently at first and then with increasing force.

"Relax, little one," the voice crooned in his ear. "Let me show you how it could be."

David winced and sucked in a deep breath as his pucker unfurled, and the animal's cock pushed inside. The man panted and moaned as pain spread out from his rump and through his body, making it hard to breathe. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out and for a moment he blacked out. When he came round again, his rump still burned as if on fire and a baseball-sized lump was lodged between his butt cheeks. Gradually the invading shaft began to pull back, before sliding deeper into his guts, the lump pushing his cheeks further apart.

Steadily the wolf began to hump into his mate, his knot battering against the tight entrance. The human began to moan in pleasure as the pain was replaced by something far better.

It didn't take the wolf long to reach climax, panting heavily as he emptied his essence into the man. The tight ring clamped down on his shaft again and again, as the man spilled his seed on the ground. David felt the heat of the wolf's seed spreading through him before the animal pulled out of his rump. Rolling over David got his first real look at his violator, and made to scuttle away from the beast in shock.

"No, you cannot be real. Everyone knows you don't exist, just in stories to frighten weak-minded people."

"And yet here I am, do your eyes and your rump lie to you?" the wolf replied. "Once your kind knew us well, but the mists of time have faded the knowledge."

"But Werewolves are just legends like Vampires and Mummies."

"I don't know the others of which you speak but Weres are real enough. We just avoid Mankind as much as possible; besides there are few of us left."

David grunted as pain stabbed through his belly, blossoming out to consume him. As he writhed on the ground, he heard a voice calling to him.

"Don't resist it, pup; let it happen, and it will soon be over."

The man's skull began to flatten as his jaws elongated, needle-sharp teeth pressing up through the gums. The cartilage in his nose melted as it was absorbed into the protruding muzzle, the remaining skin and nostrils pushing forward to form a cold, black button. His ears began to form into points as they migrated up his skull.

David could feel his muscles twitching and flexing as they grew, puppy-fat melted away as thick cords spread across his chest, his belly drawing up into the steel-hard six-pack that he had always dreamed of. His arms bulged as biceps and triceps doubled and tripled in size, even as his fingers fused, thick black claws growing from the tips. His palms darkened and formed rough, leathery pads as his hands turned into heavy paws. The bones in his legs cracked and reformed, the muscles growing and turning hard as iron, his feet becoming shorter and wider as they turned to hind paws. His torn shorts ripped apart under the pressure and fell to the ground.

Dense fur began to sprout all over his body as pain lanced from the base of his spine. A lump began to emerge and lengthen even as fur began to grow over it. Between his legs, his scrotum expanded to accommodate orange-sized balls, his cock began to harden and swell as the skin peeled back to reveal the scarlet shaft within. As the tip began turn to a spade shape and sharpen to a point, so the base swelled up, trapping the skin against his body.

Panting heavily, the writhing form grew still before trying to rise, slowly he dragged himself onto all fours shaking his head to clear it. Breathing deeply, his senses went into overload, scents and sounds that he never knew existed threatened to overwhelm him. He could smell the scent of the werewolf behind him, could sense his concern and his need. Unsteadily, he tried to rise to his feet, staggering until he could lean against a rock.

"Take your time, pup, it is different and will take some getting used to."

David stretched as much as he could, joints popping and cracking into place. He ran his paws over his thick, jet-black fur, feeling the thick, hard cords of muscle that covered his body. Looking behind, he could see a thick sabre tail wagging gently. Never had he felt so good, so alive.

Instinct took over and he tilted his head and howled his joy to the heavens, the other werewolf joining in the chorus.

"Come, little one, we must leave here now. Follow me and you will get your answers."

With that, the other wolf turned and began to lope away, David followed without question. Keeping his nose to the trail, he followed the other wolf with ease. While the two trotted along, David could sense the forest go still as they passed, prey animals frozen in terror of the nearby predators.

Eventually, they headed off the worn path through the undergrowth, and before David had realised the pair had entered a cave system. There were no lights but he found he could see perfectly by the luminescence that emitted from moss and lichens coating the tunnel walls. The sound of running water greeted them as they emerged into a large cave, the high-domed ceiling giving them room to stand upright. A small waterfall fed into a pool off to one side, a small stream meandering away to a hole in the wall.

Both wolves stood on hind-paws and stretched, working kinks out of joints and muscles. David smacked his jowls, suddenly aware of his raging thirst.

"The water is clean and fresh; go drink, little one."

David walked to the pool. Crouching on all fours, he lapped at the water, the ice-cold liquid slaking his need. Satisfied, he looked at his reflection in the still water. His body was covered in thick fur as black as night, between his rippling pectorals was a streak of white like a crescent moon. Pricked ears stood erect on top of a shaggy wolf's head but sky-blue human eyes gazed back at him. David turned to his companion.

"So who the hell are you, and what have you done to me?" David growled, his voice deeper and darker than before.

"There is plenty of time for questions, pup, and I will answer them all but first we must sleep. The change will have drained you more than you realise," the wolf rumbled holding out a paw. "Come," he ordered.

David reached out and took the paw in his, feeling the rough pads catch against each other, the warmth seeping through the leathery skin. He didn't resist as the wolf led him to an alcove where the ground was covered in animal skins.

"Sleep here, pup. It is more comfortable than it looks, your fur will keep you warm."

David crawled onto the skins, the surface sinking under his paws as he walked. Yawning widely, he curled up on the bed. As he got comfortable, the skins gave up the powerful scent of the wolf, stirring something ancient and primitive deep within his soul. David tensed as the wolf lay beside him, feeling the muscled body pressing against him, an arm wrapping round his chest and pulling him tight. As the wolf began to nuzzle David's neck, nibbling softly at his shoulder, so he began to relax and press back against the wolf, a visceral connection beginning to form.

David awoke with a start, aware only that he was in an unfamiliar place. He could feel a warm body pressed against his back, hot breath ruffling the fur on his neck. Wait a moment, FUR? Then the memories of the previous night came flooding back. He felt that he should be scared, that he should run from the beast but at the same time he felt complete. The empty space inside that he had always been aware of now felt full. Whatever had been missing from his life had arrived. It felt good.

"You are awake at last, little one," the beast growled in his ear.

David felt the wolf release him and stand up, stretching out and shaking himself. David yawned and rose onto all fours; stretching like a dog he felt his muscles bulging as his joints cracked into their new, unfamiliar places.

"We must hunt, little one; when we have eaten, then we will talk. Try to follow my lead and just let your instincts loose," the wolf said as he led David out of the cave.

Outside, night had fallen once more and the moon had risen to light their path. David could smell prey, and slobber dripped from his muzzle in anticipation. The beast in front of him stopped, scenting the air.

"There," he whispered, pointing with his nose. "Can you smell it?"

David sniffed, detecting the scent of fear and weakness, an animal injured and vulnerable.

"You circle round up-wind and push it down to me. Let me do the kill, learn from how it is done," the wolf instructed.

David did as he was told, slowly circling in a wide arc he crawled round the animal. As soon as the wind carried his scent down to it, the deer broke cover, hobbling away from David towards the jaws of death that awaited it. With its concentration on David, the deer didn't notice the beast until it was too late. David saw the blur as the wolf broke cover and dived for the animal's throat. His ears heard the deer grunt as teeth sank into its flesh, his nose caught the metallic scent of blood as its jugular was ripped out. He approached cautiously as the wolf clung on to its prey as it struggled to escape. Life left the body with a sigh and the beast released it, growling as David approached. Instinct kicked in and David rolled on his back submissively, tail tucked between his legs. The wolf sniffed David with hackles raised, as the blood lust left him. Trails of blood dripped from the beast's muzzle across David's exposed chest and belly as he squirmed on the ground.

Finally the beast calmed and his hackles lowered; sinking his fangs into the body of the deer, he ripped a bloody chunk from it. Walking to where David lay, he dropped it by David's head in offering.

"Eat, pup," it growled.

The fresh blood caused David's muzzle to salivate even more, and rolling onto his belly he put his paws on the meat and began to feast. The flesh was sweet and tender, and he hardly chewed before he swallowed and tore another chunk. The human part of his mind was repulsed by the thought of the blood flooding his tongue and dripping from his muzzle, and for a moment bile rose in his throat. He swallowed it down though as the wolf in him took over, and he went back for more until his belly bulged.

Once both were satisfied they nuzzled and rubbed against each other, licking the blood from the other's fur until they were clean.

"Leave the rest," the wolf commanded. "We will not need to eat again for a few days, there are others in the forest that will eat well tonight."

With that, the beast began to lope away, with David following in his wake until they returned to the cave. Both drank long and hard from the pool before returning to the pile of skins to rest and digest their meal.

"So, you promised me answers," David said.

"Indeed I did, little one, and you shall have them," the beast replied. "First of all, know that the change you have made is not permanent, you will return to your human state in a few days. You will be free to return to your old life."

"My birth name would be unfamiliar and difficult for your tongue, but you may call me Jasper. Someone once gave me the name, as the stone is born of fire and linked to the air and earth. But I think mainly because a favourite stone they wore matched my eyes.

Many years ago, I was human like you. I lived with my clan, it was a simple life but a good one. Unbeknown to us, our shaman had taken the blood of a Were, I was eighteen summers old when he deliberately infected me with it. His aim was to make stronger and better warriors so we could take more land and rule all the other tribes. When I learned what he had done to me, I told our chieftain, and the shaman was put to death. Before he died, he cursed me for my actions: I would wander the Earth alone until my true mate called to me and awakened my soul. Only my true mate would give themselves feely to me, to become what I am. To prove this, they must leave and willingly return a year to the day. Only then if they give themselves to me will the change become permanent and we will spend eternity together."

"And my call was the only one that has ever reached you?"

"Relationships have come and gone over the years, but they were always fleeting, born out of a mutual need for companionship. I hoped they would prove to be real but they were not meant to be. Your call touched my soul like nothing before and set it aflame; finally I know what was meant to be. You are destined to be my mate, to bring an end to the centuries I have wandered this Earth alone, the fates have decreed it. Do you not feel a calling within you, little one?"

"I am not sure what I feel. It is a lot to take in, but I do feel more complete, more alive than ever before," David replied. "So, Jasper, can you change between human and wolf forms?" he asked.

"I can, but the change is hard and painful, so I prefer to stay in this form unless it is absolutely necessary," the wolf replied. "I would never force this on anyone like was done to me. So I must let you go and allow you to decide for yourself. Besides, you have to give yourself freely to it in order to break the shaman's curse."

Jasper knelt in front of David and hooked a claw under his muzzle, lifting it so each could look deep into the other's eyes. David could see the hope, the need the wolf had inside, and he smiled weakly. He had never considered himself gay, but all the same he had never felt the need for a girlfriend. The four of the group had grown up together, the bonds of friendship ran strong and deep, but he had never considered wanting more from them. But now, as he looked into the eyes of this beast, he felt that need well up, a yearning to be one with another soul.

Tentatively, David leant forward and kissed Jasper on the muzzle, as he ran a paw up his torso and across the hard mounds of his chest. Dragging a claw across the raised nipples made the wolf gasp, and David's instincts began to take over. Wrapping his arm round Jasper, he pulled him in tight, kissing his muzzle hungrily while David's paws roamed freely. Surprised, Jasper initially pulled back before he leant into the kiss moaning softly. Letting David take the lead, the wolf allowed himself to be pushed backwards onto the skins, their bodies writhing together in need and desire. Pulling out of the kiss, David began to nuzzle and nip Jasper's neck, the animal scent filling his nostrils, all male and totally irresistible as it imprinted in his brain. Pinning the wolf down, David began to lick and nibble down his chest and across his taut stomach. As he worked lower, a deeper more erotic musk grew stronger, calling him to the source.

Jasper rumbled deep in his chest as David's muzzle reached his groin, hot breath teased the fur on his sheath and balls before a wet tongue gave them a long lick. A damp nose was thrust under his sack as sharp teeth grazed along his taint. He whined needily as the nose pushed against his tailhole, his pup huffing at the strong, earthy musk. His paws stroked at David's ears encouraging him on, the wolf gasped as warm, rubbery muscle pushed inside his pucker.

David worked his tongue deeper, feeling spurts of hot pre-cum spatter on his ears which fluttered in response. Jasper's heavy balls twitched and pulsed on either side of David's muzzle, and he was filled with a need to empty them. To drain the wolf's essence and make it his own. Slipping his tongue out of the tight, constricting ring, he sucked one testicle into his muzzle rolling it around on his tongue. The salty, musky taste made him drool harder as he sucked on the second, before leaving Jasper's sack wet and dripping. He felt David's drool trickling down his taint and soaking into his pulsing tailhole, while a paw peeled back his sheath, his pup's hot muzzle sinking down on his exposed wolfhood.

David lowered himself onto the throbbing meat, savouring the tangy, coppery taste, his tongue caressing the sensitive flesh. He gagged and pulled back as the tip hit the back of his throat, but heavy paws gripped his head, holding him in place as the wolf began to rock his hips. Instinct took control of the wolf, the need to fill his mate with his seed took priority over everything else. Gripping hard onto his mate's head, he bred that hot, wet, sucking hole as hard as he could. The lewd, wet slurping sound of the rut reverberated round the cave, as he thrust his cock in and out, again and again.

David could only swallow Jasper's cock as it was pushed into his throat, pre mixing with his drool as the wolf beat it to a froth. With a final push the wolf howled and forced his knot into David's muzzle, thick hot cream jetted into his throat. David gulped down the load as Jasper held him in place; unable to keep up with the flow, tendrils of cum leaked from his muzzle and dripped onto his fur. Finally spent, Jasper released his grip freeing David; sucking hard to drain the last drops, he pulled his muzzle from the pulsing shaft.

"You are eager, little one," Jasper chuckled. "But I cannot leave my mate unfulfilled."

Rolling over, he got onto all fours, his swollen meat dripping seed onto the skins. Arching his tail off to the side, he exposed his pink rosebud, the bare skin glistening with drool and cum. No words were necessary, the invitation was clear as his tailhole unfurled, winking to David as he drew closer.

Sniffing at the base of the wolf's tail, David took in the full scent, he could smell the power of the wolf, and all his needs and desires. He nibbled up Jasper's flanks before resting his head on the wolf's shoulders, asking permission as instinct demanded. Jasper pressed his body into David, his flagging tail wafting his musk confirming the invitation. In response, David mounted his mate, the tip of his cock resting against the exposed tailstar.

Gripping Jasper by the hips, David pushed forward. Meeting resistance, he increased the pressure until the ring gave and his tip slipped inside. Slowly but surely, he buried his length into the hot, velvet passage until his knot rested against the pulsing ring. The pleasure was so intense he had to fight the urge to cum, pausing he let the urge fade. Grinding his knot against the wolf's hole, he worked his cock over Jasper's prostate, feeling him moan and squirm beneath him.

David smoothly pulled back, until just his tip remained embraced by the wolf's ring, before driving his length back in. Slowly he began to hump, building up speed and power, the hot hole squeezing and suckling on his meat. Loud, wet slaps of flesh against flesh greeted his efforts, the wolf grunting as air was forced from his lungs. Steadily the pleasure grew until it became irresistible, and with a howl of triumph, he drove his knot past Jasper's ring and deep into his bowels.

As the abused pucker clamped shut behind his knot and the tie was completed, so David's balls contracted as the first jet of cum flooded the passage. Pulse after pulse fired into that hole, Jasper's pucker milking David's knot as he spent a second load over the skins.

Finally spent the two collapsed in a heap, tied together in body and spirit.

David woke suddenly feeling that something was wrong. Where was the wolf, where was the cave? Why was he in a sleeping bag, and why was it so damn bright?

Opening his eyes he looked round his tent, everything was as it should have been. He looked at his arms, they were covered in thin downy blonde hair as always. He felt his face, just the normal peach fuzz. He lay back with a sigh, it had all been a dream. He felt relief, and yet he felt so empty - almost bereft. Climbing out of his sleeping bag he realised he was naked so rummaged in his back pack for some shorts which he slipped on before unzipping his tent and crawling outside.

Standing and stretching, he yawned as he felt the sun warm his skin. His three friends sat round the fire with their backs to him as they chatted.

"Hey guys!" he called to them.

All three shot to their feet and turned with shock on their faces.

"DAVID!!" they shouted in unison as they ran over and hugged him.

"What's with you guys this morning?" David asked. "Come on, it's the first day of our break, what are we going to do?"

"David, we go home today," Alan said. "Where have you been, dude? You have been missing for a week."

"Stop messing with me guys," David laughed.

"Seriously bro'," Mike chipped in. "You went missing that first night, they only found your shorts, all ripped and bloody with wolf tracks all around. They gave you up for dead but we kept looking. There was no trace of you anywhere."

David stood stunned, maybe it wasn't a dream after all. He ran his hands across his body. Little clumps of thick black hair ran down his chest and belly, like drops of water.

A memory came back to him, waking from a dream of a snarling, savage beast leaning over him, drops of fresh blood dripping from its jaws and over his body. A voice sounded in his head.

"Fear not, little one; it is not blood, only tears. They are all I have left until you return to me."

Definitely not a dream.

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Hope you enjoyed, part 2 has been written and is being edited, if there is a demand for it then will post in a few days .