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The café was crowded and full of the incessant hubbub of pointless conversation. In that it was perfect; one reason I had chosen it. Nobody could hear anybody properly amongst the general uproar. Someone really should be put in jail for the current trend of large echoing trendy spaces with polished concrete, bare walls and far too many tables. Some days if felt like the echoing babble would shatter my brain.

"Brian..."

I pretended not to hear him, instead staring at my coffee seeking answers that I knew would not be found in it's dark depths. The trouble was, I had begun to wonder whether my werewolf mate had the answers either. For the first time, I was truly terrified. To mask the terror, I took refuge in flippancy.

"You know, these guys are serious about their coffee."

"Brian, can we not talk about coffee?"

"How can we do anything else? The place is called Doctor Java, it sells only coffee, all the uni student hipsters here talk about coffee. It's got it's own blogger for fuck sake. That's some serious dedication to coffee..."

"Brian, I cannot express adequately in English how little I give a fuck about the coffee..."

"And the whole, 'we only use one type of milk, no skinny, we only do regular, and the special glasswear and pour over and shit. And the way they describe their daily blend, it's like Vestal Virgins harvested the beans in the middle of an orgy and ground and roasted them in their snatches to some sort of Ambrosia..."

"BRIAN!"

I knew he was disturbed, because he raised his voice loud enough that the hipsters on the two tables next to us actually forgot their worship of the great coffee deity for a second and turned non-ironic glances on us through their lens-free glasses.

"I heard you the first time."

The next door tables went back to tweeting their experiences at the latest coffee destination and reviewing on urbanspoon, and I finally looked into my lover's eyes. They were dark and stormy. Fuck he was sexy when he looked dark and stormy. My cock gave a twitch, sort of letting me know it was there and ready for action. I thought that might be a bad idea though; there was no telling what the hipsters might tweet about that.

Or even worse; they may want to join in.

"Brian, tell me again. What did you feel?"

I sighed and retreated into my hoodie a little before lowering my voice to a suppressed mumble. He would pick it up just fine I knew. I was becoming adjusted to my new senses rapidly, amongst them more acute hearing than I remembered. My assumption was that he had the same, so we could remain anonymous and discrete amongst the crowd.

And after all, the daily blend was kind of great. Hints of chocolate and blackberry, not much in the way of bitter principles, and a kick ass aftertaste. That was the other reason I chose the place for our talk once I managed to wake up enough. I kind of really did love the coffee. Fuck, I sounded like their blogger now...

"The voice..." I mentioned casually, trying to be offhanded.

He stiffened.

"I told you to tell me if you heard the voice again!"

"Well, I am now dammit. The voice...I heard it in my mind. It said, 'your talisman wolf'. The thing was...I knew what I meant. The moonlight...I could almost taste it, smell it even. I felt it calling, and I knew I had to reach out for it."

"And when you did?"

"You saw that. It hurt...like a burning. But it felt good too, and I felt...strong..."

"You weren't strong afterwards though Brian. You slept in all morning and woke up like you were drugged out of your skull."

"Well, it felt good while it lasted. How is it supposed to feel anyway?"

Alex looked around, all his senses on alert, but he relaxed when he saw we were not being overheard.

"The first time is supposed to happen on the first full moon after you are turned. The whole pack gathers to help you join us, and you are laid on a table under the moon. When it reaches it's zenith, your transformation begins, and it can take some time to complete. It is painful...so painful, you feel like dying that first time, but it passes once the transformation is complete."

"Sounds like a barrel of laughs. Thanks for warning me about that before you planted your wolfy fangs in my neck."

"You wanted me Brian..."

"Just saying, full disclosure and all. But continue..."

"Once you have changed, you will be immensely weak if you don't feed immediately. We make sure...well, we provide a virgin actually, a human, one under his first strength, to be your first feed. His ejaculation will give you back the strength you lose in the transformation. Then the rest of the pack feed in turn, while your mate takes you."

Now my cock was definitely excited. I had to cross my legs to stop it slapping into the artfully distressed table made from reclaimed plywood. I figured it was distressed enough as it was without my cock boring holes in it.

"So, basically a werewolf orgy then..."

"Brian, it is not that...basic..."

"Sounds like it. Tell me Alex, back in the old days, when feeding meant...feeding...and you had your first time. Did you..."

Now his eyes were wide and shocked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"Yes..."

Now I felt I had to sigh. Time to lighten it again.

"Well, kudos to whichever of your horny brethren discovered the alternative, I think I might have been a lot more reluctant if I knew I faced a lifetime of feasting on human flesh. Jizz is so much more..."

"Palatable?"

"I was going to say ethical. Like, PETA approved, almost vegan by comparison."

He was hurt now, I could tell. "You mock us Brian...but you are one of us too, remember. And you are not the pack Alpha, nor am I, do not forget. Alpha will not find your jokes amusing."

I was terrified again, seeing him shudder in the banal surroundings of the café. Somehow the multitude of boring hipsters made it more surreal, and more grotesque. This place seemed incapable of supporting real emotions, especially the one surging through my beloved's soul as I watched. I reached out to touch his arm.

That is right wolf. You shall be his protector, though he does not know it yet.

Instinctively, I drew back.

"Fuck off!"

"Brian?"

He looked hurt, and surprised. I gave him a smile.

"Not you love. The voice again."

"Tell me, do you recognise it? Accent, tone, anything?" I was surprised at the power of his look then, as if he was trying to bore into my brain and extract the information by brute force. I broke off his gaze, unsettled.

"No, nothing like that. Familiar yet unfamiliar...is the best I can come up with. Inside my head, but not my normal internal voice if you like. Sort of a presence, biding it's time..."

Now where had I got that idea from?

"Biding it's time for what?"

"I...I don't know!" and I was surprised to find that was the truth. Whatever the voice was, it had it's own rules and kept it's own counsel it seemed.

Well wasn't that a big pile of shit.

"Brian, let us go. Megan will be home soon."

His voice had that hollow sound again. I remembered the argument, last night.

"Alex, what are we going to do about Megan?"

He just shook his head.

"I'm more worried about what she may do about us. And I am worried about you."

I nodded, it was not unexpected.

"I'm not supposed to be hearing voices am I. Or supposed to be able to change like I did, even just a hand..."

He didn't reply, which was eloquent enough.

"What does it mean Alex?"

I heard his uncertainty, though he fought to contain it.

"I...I don't know. We need to get you accepted by the pack, and we don't have much time. The next full moon is not far away, and I need to convince Alpha and the rest of the pack."

"I take it that won't be easy."

"I dont know, but none of this...none of this makes it easier."

We drove home in silence, both lost in our own worries. My arousal dimmed a little, at least, though I still felt it there under the surface. The need; primal and strong, his presence called to me as it always had, and at least now I knew where it came from.

If only I could say the same about other things.

*****

When we reached the flat, I was beginning to feel some of my strength returning. Something else was returning too; my cock had very definite ideas of what I meant to do with it once we were inside. I was becoming used to my hypercharged sex drive , assuming it would fade eventually, but for now, I was going to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. Images of that beautiful body flashed through my mind, lining up now without the effect of werewolf-induced amnesia to mess with the tapestry of erotic memories. Man. Wolf man. He was beautiful in both forms, and I wanted to be taken again, by both. Voice or no voice, my hole clenched and throbbed in anticipation.

"We will need to talk about your feeding needs Brian. And mine..." the look was significant, but I smiled and kissed his shoulder. I knew what he was saying, and I didn't mind. We needed someone else, or more likely someones. That was fine, as long as I still had him.

"Time for me to go back to the university gym I think."

He gave a short laugh and a nod, as he turned the key in the front door lock and we entered.

Both of us pulled up short immediately. Something was wrong, even I could tell.

"Brian...do exactly as I say..."

The light came on suddenly, and the sensation was almost a physical assault. I cringed, standing on the polished floorboards like a solider caught in no man's land as the searchlights came on. My eyes darted around, and I found the source of our predicament at the same moment it spoke.

"Ironic Alexander. Given your complete inability to obey anyone else, or so it seems."

I was staring into the eyes of another man, about 40 I thought, tall, broad shouldered, with close cropped black hair and shining green eyes. He held some sort of pistol, pointed at us both, and his expression was not a kind one. That was not the most striking thing though.

For I knew, though I knew not how, that he was a wolf. One of us; and one I should be obeying, or so every newly awakened sense told me.

"I knew you would be this stupid Alexander. The other pack members doubted me, but I knew. I know you, rebel. I know your scent, I know your taste, I know your mind. You are predictable, Alexander Pavlovich. That is why you are dangerous. You managed to get your mate killed, you will not do the same to me!"

I stiffened and stared at Alex. The words hit home, and I felt his pain, but he did not speak, just stared at the figure across the room. His eyes were wide pools of hate.

"Shouldn't you introduce me to the little bitch?"

I felt something stir then. Something deep, almost malevolent. Then a calming flood helped me relax.

Not yet wolf. The time is not yet right...

Then the man pointed the pistol at my chest.

"You have very little time to start cooperating Alexander. I warn you."

"Don't! Don't...do whatever you want to me, but let him go." My mate's fear tasted bitter in my mouth. I swallowed down the rising bile and studied the newcomer. He looked powerful, physically but also in other ways. Something about how he carried himself, a swagger. And of course his scent...I realised with horror I was reacting to it a little. And I felt myself assuming a slightly crouched stance, nose wrinkled, cock twitching, anus tingling.

No!

"Then tell me about him whelp."

"He is mine. My mate, my intended as I told you. I could not...I could not resist, nor could he. We were meant to be together, and you had no right to stop us..."

"Right?!" the man almost roared. "Right? You have the gall to talk to me about rights? I am the pack Alpha, you owe your allegiance to me, absolutely. You have been a constant thorn in my side ever since you came here, but I have tolerated you at the urging of your packmates. Then you go and do this, and fling your defiance back in all our faces. And you talk to me of Right?"

I could see Alex very slowly and deliberately relaxing himself. I had to admit it made me love him more, watching him visibly resist the urge for some I assumed futile gesture in favour of control. I also loved seeing the anger on the other wolf as he noticed the same thing. Clearly he was expecting Alex to give him an excuse to do what he wanted. I decided to buy him more time.

"So who are you?"

The green eyes locked on me like laser beams, and I felt myself quivering in spite of myself. His anger was threatening to boil over, that much I could see.

"You do not ask questions, pup!"

"I think I just did."

He tightened his grip on the pistol, and gave me a slightly admiring grin.

"Got to hand it to you Gribov, you can pick them. Very well puppy, I am Thijs, which is all you need to know for now. I am your pack Alpha...should I choose to let this crime pass...so perhaps you should learn some manners."

I gave a slight nod, and dropped my head a little, in instinctive mark of respect. He gave a slight grunt of satisfaction.

"And if you don't? Aren't we immortal or something, unless one of the hunters comes along, and I thought they had disappeared?"

Thijs gave a dismissive grunt, and Alex a slight gasp of warning. I got the message.

"I will let you off this once pup, but only once mind. Clearly Alexander here hasn't told you everything yet. We are vulnerable to silver, just as the old tales might suggest. It was how the hunters killed us in the old times. We still need to make sure we can discipline our own kind though, when absolutely necessary. That's why we developed this..."

He raised the pistol slightly, before training it on my chest again. I noticed it wasn't a normal pistol, more like a dart gun used by zoos.

"Fires a dart loaded with colloidal silver, direct into your bloodstream. Death for a werewolf, not instantaneous though...and incredibly painful. I advise you to do everything in your power to avoid it pup."

I stared at the barrel and whimpered a little, as if my body had registered the threat and heeded the warning. I felt Alex stiffen in anger beside me.

"So what are you going to do Thijs? Megan will be back soon, so your little psychodrama needs to finish soon one way or another."

"Megan? The redheaded human? Ahhh, is that her name. Well, while I waited for you two, I saw her loading her belongings in boxes into the back of a car driven by another human female. It looks like your usual success with the ladies there Gribov. Shame and all..."

I couldn't work out if I was distressed for Alex, or jealous of his obvious distress. Once he recovered, he seemed somehow defeated still, and his body slumped a little though he tried to hide it.

"Very well. The question stands though Thijs...Alpha. What is your decision?"

"I am inclined to overlook this lapse in judgement wolf. On one condition though."

"Name it."

"Well, I am concerned about your loyalty wolf. Your continued defiance makes me, not surprisingly, think that you do not respect my leadership. If you want me to bring your little puppy here before the pack on the full moon in a week's time and welcome him into our fold, I need to know you will be loyal. And obedient."

"I swear it." I heard the grinding in his teeth at the words, but I knew he meant it. "I will confirm my subjection to you Alpha...before the pack, if needed. Brian and I will be loyal. Just help me...help me to bring him into our world."

The look of triumph on Thijs made my hair stand on end. I felt the stirring again.

"I am glad to hear it. I require an act of subjection before then though...to prove your obedience."

"What?"

Then the disquieting eyes turned to me again, and he smiled. I felt hot, overhot. My cock leaked again, and I whimpered.

"No! Absolutely not!" Alex had got the message too.

I expected the Alpha to respond angrily, but he didn't. Instead his smile became broader. I realised my love had walked into a trap.

"Then, there is only one other act of subjection suitable..."

Now it was my turn to cry out.

"No! Alex, no!"

"Quiet pup. If you want to be one of us, this is something you have to become used to. Your mate is a disobedient packmember, but a most enticing one. He needs to learn his place...on the end of my knot..."

"No!"

Alex turned to me and held me by the arms. I looked into his eyes sensing his defeat. He was determined though.

"Brian, we have no choice. Stop fighting it and let me do this." The Alpha piped up with amusement.

"Now now Gribov, the pup at least should get to see the show. Restrain him for me, on that chair, and then assume the position. And pup, if you resist, I will shoot your beloved wolf right here and save myself the grief. I know you will make a fine bitch Alex...you always do..."

I tried to fight him off, but Alex hauled me over to one of the armchairs and sat me down hard. The Alpha threw him ropes, and I almost cried as my beautiful love tied me down, trying to soothe my fears with kisses. He was crying too though, or almost crying but trying not to. Thijs clearly intended to enjoy himself.

I watched him strip off, slowly like a condemned man. Every inch of that body I had come to know and love, exposed not just to my eyes but to the hungry gaze of Thijs. When he turned to face the Alpha, I saw him pleading with his eyes, and the answering laugh. Instead, Alex shrugged and I saw the transformation, as a wave of movement coursed through his body and bones cracked and bent, limbs extended, and fur replaced skin as muscles bulged anew. Now he was my werewolf, but the eyes were still as lost, even as a tall and powerful beast. I bit my tongue, trying not to let him hear my pain as he fell slowly to the floor and took up a position on all fours like a bitch waiting to be mounted.

"Now turn to face your bitch Alex."

He shuffled round, with head bowed. He must have sensed me watching though, because he lifted his muzzle and looked into my eyes. I tried to send him the message in my heart; I loved him. He nodded but dropped his head again, unable to look.

The Alpha seemed to enjoy making him wait a little longer, circling my Alex before he began to undress. I couldn't help myself, I had to watch, and my eyes widened as each new piece of clothing dropped to the floor. As a human, Thijs was immense, a huge ball of muscle with a sleeve tattoo down his left arm and across his left pectoral. His cock hung heavy, thick and long, and he hefted his scrotum as he winked at me.

"Your little wolf loves this Brian. You will hear how much very soon...hope you aren't jealous little one."

Then the big male stood still and I saw a second transformation, his body filling out even further until he stood there a huge black-furred wolf man, eyes now wild with lust, red tongue extended and panting, with his sheath swollen. I let out a strangled gasp as his cock slowly spread from the lips of his sheath, thick, bulging, red and angry. He playfully jacked his sheath a few times before sliding it back over the swelling form of a huge rounded knot. The tip leaked precum in spurts, and I found myself responding. My groin felt slick and wet, a match to his arousal.

He winked at me, then knelt behind Alex. There would be no preparation, nothing to soothe the penetration. He intended to be as rough as possible. He also intended to be as cruel as possible.

"Beg me for it Alex."

"Please Alpha..."

"Beg me, before your little bitch."

"No Thijs!"

"Prove that I can trust you Alexander...for his sake..."

My wolf sucked in a shuddering breath, and mumbled in broken voice.

"Please Alpha. Take me, your loyal...your loyal wolf..."

"Raise your tail, bitch"

I watched Alex lift his long tail high, his face screwed up anticipating what was to come. The big wolf gripped his tail and pulled it up painfully, and Alex yelped but recovered his control just barely, but not for long. Thijs suddenly thrust with his hips, with a harsh grunt, and Alex's whole body tensed and he shook, his head moving side to side, muzzle open in silent cry, eyes closed. Then Thijs chuckled as he stroked his backfur in mock tenderness.

"Such a good bitch. And so tight...it's been too long wolf...pity your little bitch will never know you like I will..."

I felt a rough growl building in my throat then, though I couldn't stop myself watching the harsh fucking. My cock throbbed, and I needed so much. The bigger wolf began to plow into Alex and I felt every thrust, every hard penetration, and though I felt for my love, I also felt the need to be mated. The Alpha knew it too, as he watched me watching.

"You want a turn too little one? All in good time...I want to savour this one for a while..."

He gave an especially powerful thrust and Alex's resolve broke, his muzzle open wide in a howl as the fuck became wilder. Saliva dripped to the ground, and I saw sweat drip from his coat as Thijs began to pound with fast hard thrusts, leaning over Alex's back to tease his neck with his fangs.

Then he wrapped one big arm round my mate's chest and pulled him back, so that the Alpha was almost squatting, with Alex sitting upright still impaled on his cock. My love had his eyes closed, with a single tear falling from one eye over his cheek. But his cock was not his to command, and I saw it twitch and throb, fully erect, leaking a line of precum that drooled all the way to the floor.

Thijs nuzzled against his neck, whispering playfully in his ear.

"Open your eyes wolf. Look at your bitch watching me mount you."

He shook his head, groaning, and Thijs wrapped one heavy paw round his cock, slowly jacking it. I watched awestruck as his pleasuring drew fresh spurts of precum, crystalline pure droplets of wolf seed that dropped to the rug under his knees.

"Open your eyes wolf..." and he gave one rough jerk of his hips that drove into Alex and made him gasp wide eyed in pain. He saw me then, and I saw him see me. He looked stricken, more stricken than I had ever seen.

"Such a good bitch..."

The Alpha was in the throes of a wild fuck now, his hips jabbing forward to impale the smaller wolf, one arm across his chest, one down to grip Alex's cock. He masturbated my love with teasing slow strokes as he plundered his ass, kissing his neck almost lovingly. My mate began to go slack, his body responding to the fuck in spite of himself, and I saw his cock begin to pulse and jerk, faster, faster. Then one last hard smack of fur on fur and Thijs bit down on my wolf's neck and I saw him go rigid as spurt after spurt gushed from the tip of his cock in a flood of unwanted release. The Alpha laughed, mocking and cruel.

"Such a very needy bitch too Alexander. Your previous mate didn't know how to satisfy you, but I did. And I still do, don't I?"

"No" it came out as a strangled cry. I felt tingly all over.

"You feel so good with my knot buried in your hole. Time to show your little bitch what that feels like..."

The feeling was like a tidalwave of heat, like an electric current that built and grew in intensity and with it came a pain, such a pain. I was screaming, loud and harsh and incoherent, rocking side to side in the chair. My skin was on fire, and my bones ached, then broke as my screams became howls, long and loud. I flexed my limbs in my agony, trying anything to make the pain go away, and in shock I felt the ropes give way.

I stood, clothes torn in my transformation to lie in tatters on the ground, with the fire receding but only just, and my chest heaving, and looked over the coupling werewolves before me. The Alpha was still buried in my love, and neither were moving. Both stared at me, and their looks were full of fear and shock.

It is time, wolf.

Thijs reached for the pistol, but I was too fast. With a snarl I leaped across the gap and kicked him in the chin, knocking him backwards. The pistol skidded towards the doorway, and before he could react I was on him, my paw gripping his wrist to pull it behind his back painfully, my body heavy over his. I felt him heaving, trying to move, his pain and anger and rage filling me with desire. I raked a claw through his backfur and gripped his tail and pulled it so hard he screamed and whimpered. Good.

"He is not for you, Thijs Vaalmann. Not then, not now. But you knew that, whelp..."

"Who?!"

"Your Alpha, bitch..."

I sank my new grown fangs into flesh, biting into his neck hungrily, feeling his outrage and his fear. They tasted so sweet; almost as sweet as his tailhole, when I sank in to the knot in one thrust and felt his tunnel spasm in pain and violation as I bred him. He was a powerful one, masculine, strong, virile. Now he was mine, and his subjugation was a beautiful thing. He knelt on all fours like a good bitch and whimpered as I took him, ramming in over and over as his body responded to my fucking. We were both close to the edge, him from fucking my Alex, me from watching. It would not take long.

He shook, and howled, and I felt his hole clench impossibly tight on me, but I took no pity. Instead I gripped his neck with my fangs and used all my power to thrust, slamming my knot against his sore pucker then, with another shuddering movement, through his resistance as I tied him and met his howl of shame and pain with my own howl of triumph. I felt his little nut against my cock and rubbed, and he ejaculated, whimpering as his cock spread a flood of seed over the floor to match the one he drew from Alex. My own climax followed soon after, marking his depths as mine in ways any wolf would smell. I felt alive; masterfully alive.

As he lay under me, still shaking, I felt the lust and energy of my fuck leave me suddenly, and in an instant I was incredibly tired. I managed a gasp as I fell over his back, and looked over to Alex. My love was still staring, too stunned to say anything, his muzzle open. I looked down at my paws pressed to the floor as I tried desperately to get them to push me upright again.

Paws.

Holy fuck...

My train of thought was rudely interrupted though, as the door opened while I was taking in the enormity of my current condition, and a new face appeared, one I recognised, though not the strained expression laced with fear.

Megan had returned. To find her boyfriend and his lover weren't here...but three creatures out of a nightmare were. As her eyes widened in fright, her foot kicked the pistol lying on the floor.

And the wolf under me gave a sudden wild growl and gripped my body in a grip I was suddenly unable to fight off.