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Lykos Chapter 14 (One of Us)

The doors of the elevator slowly rattled shut before sealing. There was a slight delay before it began its steady, but slow, ascent up the university apartment building. While most students were annoyed by the wait, Silas knew he could always use the extra moments to catch up on some update of social media. The freshman drew out his smart phone and traced his finger across the screen to unlock it. The glass momentarily reflected his face, showing off his red hair and his smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks before the back light kicked in.

Eager green eyes surveyed the updates, though Silas soon grew more and more dissatisfied. His finger tapped the screen and he searched the leader boards, moving further and further down before he finally saw Fletch's user icon. After months of maintaining premium rankings, his battle partner had dropped down to thirty second place without a single minute logged online in the last month.

Silas let out a soft sigh as he felt the elevator come to a stop. The doors rumbled open, revealing the long purple carpet that bisected the sides of the building. Silas returned his phone to his pocket and reached down, finding the well worn rubber tread of the wheels on his wheelchair. He pushed himself forward, wondering if a canceled class was worth celebration if he didn't find out about it until after he'd taken the long journey across campus. Still, it gave him almost fifty extra minutes to play League of Honor and he really wanted to see how the void grenades worked. He just had to do it without waking his roommate up.

With a careful hand, Silas inserted his key into the lock and turned it, keeping the momentum up enough to get the knob to turn too. He eased the door open before turning the knob back, returning the keys to his pocket. With that part out of the way, Silas maneuvered in, eased the door shut behind him and started onto the home stretch toward his room in the back. Because his wheel chair needed more room to maneuver, Silas was one of the only freshman to live in the apartments. He liked having his own bathroom, kitchen and other amenities normal dorm life lacked, but sometimes he wondered what the freshman experience was like... being so up close and personal with his fellow class mates.

Silas had nearly made it to his room before he paused, hearing odd noises coming from his roommate's room up ahead. Pants, moans, grunts. Silas started to blush a bit, realizing Tobin hadn't been planning to take a 'nap' while he was in class after all. Silas bit his lip and pressed on, hoping to ease past the door and into his own space without Tobin being any the wiser. The plan might have worked, but Silas realized his failure as he began wheeling past an open bedroom door... with someone standing right on the other side.

Tobin was braced against the doorway, his left arm holding the frame, his right working his manhood... but the upright masturbation was far, far from the strangest aspect of the activity. Silas stopped dead, looking at his roommate... or who he had assumed his roommate to be. Silas had met Tobin as a six foot two human with a thick afro, a fair build and a rather human disposition. The figure standing on the other side of the door was distinctly something else.

The roommate's dark chocolate colored skin was covered with a fine layer of black fuzz. His ears were pointed, his teeth were razor sharp and bushy sideburns dominated the sides of his face. The hand that worked his cock had claws and his cock wasn't human either, extending past a foot in length, tapering to a bright red pointed tip like a canine. Most shocking of all, at least to Silas, was the bushy black tail hanging down between his legs... But whatever this monster was, it was wearing the bright blue and white basketball jersey with Tobin's name on it.

Vivid amber eyes snapped open, seeing Silas right before him. The wolf moaned in shock and tried to reel back, but it was too late. His furry balls tensed, his cock spasmed and he unleashed a heavy torrent of yellow spooge. The thick semen splattered all over Silas' shirt, soaking in, radiating heat. Silas wheeled backwards quickly, the stream of semen spraying down his lap and legs.

Silas trembled gently in his chair, panting, trying to think up ways to escape. Standing in the doorway, Tobin concentrated hard. His ears rounded, his claws retracted, his tail slowly was reabsorbed and his teeth flattened. He panted a few more times before he took a step forward.

"Silas, I'm so so-" Tobin was interrupted.

"What are you? What was that? Wh... Why the doorway?!" Silas screamed.

"I... I'm a werewolf, that was... uh, what I do a lot, and... I guess... it's more exciting standing up?" Tobin murmured. Silas blinked a few times.

"Dude, did you just put it that way? To the guy in the wheelchair? Seriously?!" Silas asked. There was a long pause before Tobin started chuckling.

"Fuck, dude, you're still going to grill me at a time like this?" Tobin asked. Silas blushed and shrugged a bit.

"I can't exactly run away if you're going to eat me, best I can do is try to win you over with my humor..." Silas murmured. Tobin moved over and crouched down in front of Silas to get eye to eye.

"Dude, you won me over months ago. You're an awesome roommate." Tobin said. Silas shifted a bit in his chair.

"Do you need me to head back out so you can, uh, clean up or something?" Silas asked. For the first time since being discovered, a mild look of panic crossed Tobin's face.

"Nah, I mean, you don't have to go anywhere special... You know now, question is, what are you going to do about it?" Tobin asked. Silas felt a slight pang of fear rush through his heart.

"Oh, uh, I mean... I can keep your secret if that's what you mean. Werewolf that plays basketball, happens all the time, right?" Silas asked. Tobin smirked a bit.

"Actually, you have no idea... about a lot of things." Tobin said, reaching over a bit. Silas looked down to figure out what Tobin was doing, gasping as a clawed finger snagged the zipper of his shorts and began drawing them down. Silas looked up.

"I take it you're not so much into cheerleaders?" he murmured. Tobin chuckled softly, leaving Silas' fly open before the hand reached in and cut the button off of his roommate's boxers. Soon a pale pink cock was brought out. The clawed hand began to roll and stroke it. At first it remained soft before it started to harden.

"Silas, I'm going to give you a reason to keep my secret." Tobin said, massaging his roommate's cock, watching it stiffen and grow.

"What's that?" Silas whispered, not sure what was going on at all. Once more Tobin's eyes gleamed yellow as his teeth sharpened, his ears came to points and black hair pushed out of his cheeks. He licked his lips slowly.

"No one gives head like a werewolf." Tobin murmured before he came down. Plump lips plunged around the pink cock and Silas gasped, grabbing a hold of his wheelchair with both hands. Tobin began pumping his head up and down, working deeper, covering his roommate's cock with particularly thick saliva. Once it was wetted down, Tobin began leaving the cock lodged in his mouth as his cheeks drew in and he began to suck.

Silas was blushing so hard his skin nearly matched his mask of freckles. His knuckles were white where they dug into the chair and he huffed and panted. Silas had always been thankful that when he'd had his accident that he still retained function of his manly parts, but he had never had an opportunity before to use them. He'd tried sneaking into the night clubs in town, then the gay clubs. Really, he'd been looking for anyone, but it was always easy to remember the guy in the chair. He'd wondered if he just had to give up hope, but then the strangest situation he could imagine happened and it had all landed in his proverbial lap... but Tobin was right. If this was his reward for keeping the secret... then he didn't want it to end.

"I won't tell anyone, I'll keep it just between us. You and me..." Silas moaned louder. Tobin murmured around the cock, but what had started just as a gesture had really gotten to him. His instincts were kicking in harder and harder. Whatever his mind was trying to say, the wolf inside him knew Silas was a wounded member of his pack, someone to tend to, to care for... and he tasted so good, really good. Tobin's tongue slurped around all over the head, cleaning it of any left over fluids. He moved to nuzzle against the young man's bush, inhaling the scents of a sexually repressed eighteen year old. Tobin growled louder before he pushed his face down and took his roommate's cock into his throat.

Silas gasped, his head tilting back, his back arching. His heart thumped in his chest like a hummingbird, his cock was rock hard. He sat there, his mouth hanging open, breathing through his lips slowly until something hot and wet landed on his bottom lip. Without thinking about it, Silas' tongue darted out to collect the moisture... a drop of semen that had been sprayed on his face before. It was salty, musky and surprisingly rich... a taste most amazing and defining.

"Oh fuck..." Silas muttered before he reached up, using his hand to collect more sperm from his shirt, playing with the stringy yellow semen on his fingers. Tobin had been delighted to hear his partner enjoying himself, but he could feel Silas wriggling around more. His yellow eyes lifted up and saw Silas playing with the werewolf cum on his fingers. Panic ripped through Tobin's heart as he remembered the risks involved. He began pulling back, trying to warn Silas but before his mouth dislodged from the cock, Silas had plunged the fingers between his lips. He sucked the cum down, let his saliva break it apart and took a hearty swallow before moaning in delight.

"Silas..." Tobin whispered softly, knowing that only three outcomes awaited the human now.

"Tobin... Oh god, I know I'll sound like a slut, but please... Cum in my mouth, it tastes so good, I need more." Silas begged. Tobin murmured, not sure what to do.

****

Trudging feet across tough carpeting, the squeak of doors opening and shutting, the ding of elevator doors opening. Marco heard the sounds of another day of class more than he saw the signs, his eyes directed ahead. He winced a little as another student bumped into his shoulder as they passed. It had been a few weeks since the airport attacks, but the news was still saturated with the surface details, unaware of the far deeper meaning behind them all. Marco almost felt guilty about having been involved, feeling like the world didn't truly understand. The keepers had been almost too good at their job obscuring the hidden world of werewolves.

The front doors opened and Marco moved out onto the brick ramp leading down from the English building. Blue salt had been liberally sprinkled to melt the snow away from the walkways, leaving instead a gritty soppy mess. Marco moved just far enough out of the building to let the other students pass him by, though he hesitated a bit as he looked around. His eyes focused on a pair of fraternity members standing at the corner of the quad, talking to each other more closely than he was used to. Without warning, the small, lithe frat boy stood on his tip toes and kissed the taller, muscled frat boy on the lips before moving on his way.

Marco followed the larger student with his eyes, spotted the self satisfied grin on his lips and the slight swagger on his steps. Marco's attention was diverted then to more movement on the edge of the quad, watching an Asian student straddling the lap of one of the University's bearded, dreadlocked earth sciences majors. They were sitting groin to groin, arms looped. On the one hand it was good to see people being so open, but on the other it wasn't at all normal.

He stood there for a long moment, letting his attention wander. He slowly closed his eyes and began drawing in breath. He could smell the ice water beneath the snow, the frozen dirt, the chips of sawdust, the cologne and perfume and unwashed scents of the students all mingled together... and he could smell a distinctive tang in the air, the smell of... lust.

Marco's eyes snapped open, yellow for a moment before they faded back to brown. He was smelling werewolf pheromones. They were all putting them out, but it was something more than that, almost like some sort of triggering scent. Marco pulled his backpack up tighter on his shoulder and began moving across the quad. He pushed between romantically inclined students, past mystified onlookers, through huddled masses hurrying to their next class. He crossed the bridge over the creek and moved toward the university center.

With each step, the triggering scent was growing stronger. Marco could feel it trying to work its magic, but at the same time it smelled wrong - like an off brand soda, it was sickly sweet. Marco pushed through it all, his nose wrinkled up at the scent before he reached the university center. Of all the buildings on campus, the UC seemed the most utilitarian. The brick façade was limited to one side of the ground floor while the rest was nothing but large smoky glass windows and slabs of cement. The second floor boasted a balcony that extended around the entire building and it was up there that Marco set eyes on the source of the scent - Liam.

It all suddenly made sense. With Seamus gone, Liam had become the campus alpha. His philosophies revolved around humor and lust, something the entire pack was now apparently adopting. Marcus was amazed at the sort of subconscious effect an alpha could have on his pack, but the awe was replaced soon after by fear. Seamus' sloth had kept all but the most upward mobile wolves in check, but if they were all getting horny with Liam's influence, there was a big problem...

"Liam, we need to talk." Marco called up. Liam glanced over the iron railing to the werewolf below, a big grin crossing his face as he sipped at his hot chocolat,e the vapor still wafting into the air.

"Marco, how are you doing?" Liam asked. Marco kept gazing up, his eyes shifting gold for a moment before reverting. Liam's lips tightened a bit as he understood the severity.

****

Fletcher moved along the sidewalk, his boots crunching into the snow. He'd pulled on an extra thick jacket and a stocking cap, his backpack riding low on his shoulders. He was walking a bi quickly despite the ice, heading west between one of the dorms and the science building. His eyes were set on the edge of campus up ahead, though his concentration was soon broken.

"Fletch!" Came Silas' excited call. For a moment Fletcher's eyes glimmered a dark black before returning to normal. He spun on his heel and put on a happy smile.

"Silas, how you-" Fletch paused, seeing Silas rolling up wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts and sandals. He blinked a few times, "Dude, you are aware there's like... snow out here, right?"

"Yeah, traction sucks, but man I'm so happy to see you." Silas said, "You'll never believe what's... well, I..." Silas bit his lip, remembering what his roommate had sworn him to.

"I'm happy to see you too, but I'd be happier if I didn't think you were going to get sick. This isn't any weather to dress like spring break." Fletch said.

"Speaking of which, you look loaded for bare... Where are you headed?" Silas asked curiously. Fletch looked a bit more defensive at that.

"I'm heading out into the woods for a hike, figured I'd take some photos while the snow was everywhere." Fletcher said.

"Hiking? You? I thought you said during Battlefield Nam 4 that the bunker siege map was as close as you'd get to roughing it. Is this why you haven't been online at all lately?" Silas asked. Fletcher shifted his weight a bit.

"I know... I haven't been online much, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to neglect you, it's just so much has been going on, so much has changed. It's a weird time for me right now." Fletch said. Silas nodded gently.

"I know what you mean, I've got some stuff going on myself." Silas murmured, "But... Well, I'll try to be on when you're on, but no pressure. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do, right?" Silas asked. Fletcher smiled at that.

"I can't make any promises, but let's see if we can hunt some cyborg scum tonight after dinner, okay?" Fletch asked. Silas grinned at that and nodded.

"You got it, and I'll leave the EMP grenades to you this time." Silas said. Fletch grinned at that and patted Silas on the shoulder before he turned and resumed his pace off of the campus. Silas watched him go, taking a few sniffs of the air. There was a strange tang hanging there, something that stood out from the rest of campus, but Silas still couldn't quite make it out.

The young man started to turn his chair around to wheel back home, but as he started to get going he groaned sharply, feeling a stinging, stabbing pain in his spine. He let out a cry of pain and doubled over, wincing. His fingers dug into the arm rests on his chair, his fingernails slowly extending into claws. Silas' groans grew even louder before he gasped, feeling his big toe wiggle ever so slightly for the first time in six years... but the pain was too intense. His scream echoed off of the dorms and spilled out into the quad.

****

Liam eased the door shut behind Marco, giving them a bit of privacy. The multipurpose room was seldom used and it seemed most recently it had been used for storage purposes. Stacks of cardboard boxes lined the walls, overflowing with Grand Mesa University t-shirts. Liam looked at Marco, trying to analyze the situation.

"What's up?" he asked. Marco all but sorted.

"What's up? You can't tell me you don't see it... Hormone levels are up,, public displays of affection are up. Liam, everyone around here is horny." Marco muttered. Liam cracked a big grin.

"Really? That's kinda sexy..." Liam murmured. Marco snarled and bore his fangs.

"It is not sexy, it is a huge risk... The keepers were worried about Seamus' wolves acting out in violence, but now everyone's trying to get laid. Sex passes this on just as much as a bite does. There's going to be problems. What if people die out of this? Or a direwolf is born?" Marco asked. Liam's playful attitude fell away at that.

"So what are you trying to say, Marco? Are you telling me to shape up or ship out just like Seamus? You seemed to be pretty interested in his business when it suited you, but when he got sent away it wasn't you that stepped up to manage all these wolves, it was me and Kieran. You didn't want to be one of us, you aren't one of them... So what are you?" Liam asked.

"I am a wolf concerned about all of our kind... There are threats out there." Marco growled.

"I've been living with these threats a hell of a lot longer than you." Liam spat back, "Hunters, keepers, dark wolves, humans. Keep our secret, keep our code, keep our peace. It's exhausting. We're at a werewolf school for a reason. It's a place where we are supposed to be free to be ourselves. It isn't like I'm telling them all they have to get lucky." Liam said.

"But it doesn't matter, they take their cues from you." Marco replied. Liam threw up his hands.

"What do you want me to do, castrate myself?" Liam asked.

"It couldn't hurt." Marco replied. Liam bore his fangs at that and snarled sharply, though he stopped as his cell phone rang. He gave Marco a glare and reached for his phone, fishing it out of his pocket.

"Yeah, hello?" Liam asked. Marco's phone went off a moment later. Marco had a sinking feeling in his gut. He pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" Marco asked.

"It's Yom... You better get to the hospital." Yom replied. Marco looked at Liam with mounting concern.

****

The heart monitors were erratic, but they were hardly alone. The displays on the screens were jumping all over the place as Doctor Woods moved around the bed where Silas was restrained. The young man was thrashing, his hospital gown soaked through. One foot had revealed sharp, deadly wolf claws and paw pads while the other foot seemed to be darkening, the flesh looking sickly. A wheel chair sat off to one side of the room.

The door to the observation door opened briefly as Marco and Liam moved in, finding Artyom and Matias on the other side. Liam locked the door behind him as he was becoming more accustomed to doing before he moved over to the window. Marco looked through the glass, his breath taken away. One of Silas' eyes was blood red, the other honey gold. Bushy ginger hair was pushing out of his cheeks, though it seemed that the right side of his face had gone more wolf while his left leg had tried to do the same.

"What in the hell is going on?" Marco muttered, looking at Liam.

"I don't know, this... this isn't supposed to happen." Liam whispered.

"His roommate is a werewolf, Tobin Ford." Artyom said, "Admitted to giving him the curse this morning."

"Is it rejection?" Liam asked, his face softening, "Normally it only takes minutes."

"This... is something else." Matias said from where he was standing. Normally as a keeper specializing in healing he would be right in there trying to help. Marco's eyes widened.

"His paralysis, it's genetic, isn't it?" Marco asked. Matias nodded slowly.

"The school records indicate that Silas has a variant of Hereditary Spastic Paraplegia." Matias murmured.

"The infection is trying to heal him, but it is using the road map of his genes so it can't fix it all the way." Marco said.

"I've heard about blind or deaf werewolves before." Artyom said.

"That isn't stopping it from trying as hard as it can to fix him." Matias said, "But it may just kill him in the process." He added. Liam's shoulders drooped a bit at that. Had he already failed as an alpha? Was this young man about to die because he hadn't kept a better hand on his pack? More importantly, was there anything he could do to help?

****

The road to Old Man Turner's house had been hidden beneath the pristine snow. No bus had dared to take the highway. It had been a long walk for Fletch, but it had seemed like no time had passed at all, especially since he wasn't the one in control. His eyes were dark, his skin a bit clammy. Demeas pushed the human on, growing ever more tired of his human frailty. He sniffed at the cold air and moved off the path, ducking beneath tree limbs. It took another few minutes of walking before he came across another set of footprints in the snow.

"Ethan, did you find it yet?" Demeas called out from Fletcher's lips. Up ahead the keeper stood, holding his hands out. The snow had been melted away, revealing grasses and ferns and overturned stones... and fragments of bone; crushed, crunched, sun bleached and forgotten by time. Demeas came to a stop and nodded with satisfaction, crouching down. He reached out and fondly ran a finger along one of the femur bones that had been uncovered, "I see you did."

"You better not be lying to me... We shouldn't be here." Ethan murmured. Demeas chuckled softly and stood, reaching out to pet the keeper's chin with a finger.

"Even if this wasn't the key to getting your dead brother back, which it is, why would any keeper want to turn their backs on history? Aren't you supposed to keep the stories alive for the next generation?" Demeas asked.

"This wasn't a story, it was a massacre." Ethan replied. Demeas moved over to sit down on one of the stones, picking up another bone, turning it around in his hand.

"I'm fairly certain it was both..." Demeas said before looking at Ethan, "Do you know the difference between a direwolf and a dark wolf?" he asked. Ethan continued melting the snow around himself, concentrating. Demeas continued with the silence, "Nyctimus brought humanity back to his fallen brothers... Gave them the chance to become part human again. The full moon served as a reminder to us all how we had gotten into that particular situation, but... we didn't all take the same path."

"You became the fist alpha of the direwolves." Ethan said simply. Demeas chuckled.

"I admit, I fell back into my old ways... at first. Debauchery, gluttony, lust... But what really amazed me was how my body responded to it all. The animal form was meant to be a curse, but it felt... so good. The vitality, the virility of it all... It was a strength, a tool, and I used it. Direwolves are born when there is a disparity between the human spirit and the wolf body, but there was no disparity for me. I was what I was, and my body embraced htat. I was a dark wolf..." Demeas said, licking his lips, "And so were the wolves that died here. Well, half of them anyhow." Demeas admitted.

"This... This was the battle line for wolves attacking Echo Creek..." Ethan said in surprise. Demeas chuckled at that.

"They weren't trying to attack it, they were trying to liberate it. They were trying to set the wolves free of their own inner turmoil, of their unnecessary boundaries... and from the secret that kept them in hiding all these years." Demeas muttered.

"But the secret-" Ethan was interrupted by a growl.

"The secret has been a prison. For the wolves to truly be free, the world will have to know about is... And this is the perfect place to make that happen. One day soon, all of the wolves will be one of us." Demeas grinned broadly, his essence filling Fletcher so much that his eyes were as jet black as the night sky.