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"Hurry, come on!"

"Where are we going?" Kamala cried out as he struggled through the snow behind Kitani. It was late, and the moon was full, as the two boys fought their way up the snow-laden hill. No, not boys; in two days time, they would be men. The Kea'r celebration would be held, and all children who had seen eighteen summers and eighteen winters would take their place as full members of their tribes.

Kamala had not been looking forward to it. Kitani belonged to the tribe of the midnight sun, and he to the tribe of the rising sun. They had been enemies for generations. It was a blood feud started when two men shot the same bear. Both claimed the victory and the carcass as their own; eventually, their argument turned to a fight. Who started it, who was right — ask each clan, and you will get two different answers. What the truth was, Kamala suspected, the answer lay somewhere in between. However, it didn't matter; after many generations of hatred and several skirmishes, peace between the tribes was impossible to even consider.

The smaller of the two, but not by too much, Kamala had formed an unlikely friendship with Kitani at the yearly Keo'ri; a three week celebration all the tribes partake in. Children are not held to the same rules as adults, so the two had been able to form a friendship. How it started, neither boy could remember. They had always been friends, and then as they grew older, their feelings for each other had grown as well.

It had been Kitani who had made his feelings known first. He had always been the taller, stronger, more passionate and impulsive of the two. However, the shy Kamala had not turned away his advances, and a secret romance had grown. Both boys had known it would never last; their families would never accept their choices. They would be outcast, sent off into the frozen tundra and left to die for the shame of loving an enemy.

Pulling his furs closer about him, Kamala glanced at his friend and love. Kitani was dressed completely in furs, the same as he. He was over six feet tall, an absolute giant amongst the other youngsters. His blue eyes were a rarity, the light brown of his skin making the light colour stand out. That made him sought after by many of the girls of his tribe. His frame was thin, but years of learning to hunt, skin, and butcher animals had given both boys a well formed set of lean muscles. There wasn't a scrap of fat on either of them. Only the elders got to eat the fat off the animals; as the youngest of the tribe, they got the lean meat.

Kamala was far less impressive or sought after by the girls, he was one of the shortest of his generation. His father had often observed that he was surprised the boy had lived long enough to earn a soul. However, what he lacked in height he made up for in intelligence, using cunning and guile to make up for any lack of muscle. He was as skilled as any hunter; no animal was safe when his brown eyes were set on them as his target. Tonight was the hunter's moon, the last full moon of autumn, crossed with the first full moon of winter. It hung low in the sky, its light illuminating the white landscape almost as much as the sun.

Kitani had snuck into his family Aeori, a small hut made of animal skins on wood posts, and woken his friend. Not wanting to give his friend away, Kamala had followed quietly. However, now they were in the hills almost a mile away, the snow was biting his feet and the wind was pinching his nose. In pure frustration, he stopped moving and repeated his question louder, "Where are we going?"

The taller boy paused and turned to his friend and lover. "Just stop asking. I'll explain at the top of the hill. Trust me, okay?"

Trust him? No member of the Rising Sun had trusted anyone from the tribe of the Midnight sun in ten or more generations. Yet Kamala was willing to throw off that old feud, for one more night at least. He trudged on through the snow, following his friend as best as he was able.

It wasn't long before the two reached the summit and looked down into three valleys. Down one lay Kitani's clan, down another, Kamala's, and the third was the way to the wilderness where they hunted. Other tribes lived further away down both valleys. Being the closest of neighbours had not made the two tribes the best of friends. The wilderness was not a place to go lone or unarmed. Each year, a few hunters died; bears and wolves roamed those woods. As much as the tribes hunted them, sometimes an unwary hunter would become the hunted.

As they reached the peak, Kitani turned to his friend, his love, and smiled. "I... don't want to say goodbye. In two days, we become men, and you become my enemy. I don't want that."

"It's not fair," agreed Kamala as he looked at his love. His heart ached to think he might never be able to speak to him like this again. "However, life is not fair, it just is. I will... miss you and never replace you in my heart."

"No, it's not fair, but it doesn't have to be," Kitani gave his lover a look Kamala had never seen before. It was a mixture of fury and determination. "If our clans take up arms again, I may have to fight you, even kill you or your brothers. I do not wish to ever hurt you, and I will not ever. I will never take up arms against you... I have another way."

"There is no other way," replied the smaller male with a confused look. "Our tribes will never accept us. We can either live without each other or die together in the wild."

"If that is my only option, I would chose to die." Kitani suddenly swept forward, placed his arms around the smaller boy and, leaning closer, he kissed Kamala's cheek and whispered. "I would rather spend one day with you than thousands without."

Kamala blinked back a tear as he felt the warmth of the kiss turn to a bitter chill as the lips were taken away and the icy winds froze the moisture to his skin. "I... do not want to live thousands of days if I cannot be with you." He whispered, more to his own surprise than Kitani's. He had never admitted to himself just how much he loved his friend. The date of the Kea'r had loomed over the year, the knowledge that with it would come an end to their friendship and love, casting a dark shadow into his heart.

The two shivered together, pressing closer, their bodies sharing warmth, Kitani leaning closer to whisper, "I want to spend thousands of days with you... all my days, be they one or beyond count."

"Then we will. I will walk out into the wilds with you," Kamala said, and he was shocked to find he was smiling as he spoke. He had wanted nothing more than to spend his life with the one he loved. If Kitani wanted it too, he was willing to spend that time together, no matter how short it would be.

"I am glad to be with you, but I want the days we spend together to be beyond count... and I have a plan," Kitani replied with a grin on his face. He lifted a small bag and added. "I visited Marel, and he told me of a spell that would gift us with strength to survive alone."

Kamala stared at the bag in disbelief. The world was so harsh and cruel; it took a whole tribe working together to hunt enough food and keep the ice at bay. The world was a cruel unforgiving one, and it claimed many lives each year. However, Marel was a medicine man; he belonged to no tribe, and he lived alone. Members from every tribe would visit him with their troubles, paying for his services with food, drink, or anything he needed, and he could use powerful magics to help, if he liked you.

"You told him about us?" the smaller male asked his voice betraying his concern.

"Yes. He understands. He never agreed with the feud between our tribes, and he gave me a spell." The young man opened his bag and pulled out a small clay pot. Opening it, the smell of blood was suddenly on the wind. The ingredients of the spell had not been easy to gather. Blood from the heart of a caribou had been the easiest, the claw of a bear had been difficult, but he had been able to steal one from his father's best cape. The last ingredient had eluded him completely. Hair of a wolf, he had spent days hunting in the woods but he had come home empty handed.

The spell had to be completed on a hunter's moon, and in desperation, he had taken the hair from some of his tribe's dogs. Hard working sled dogs, and hunting dogs, their fur pattern was most pleasing and very wolf-like in many ways. Kitani had reasoned that they had been bred from wolves, so their hair must be almost wolf, maybe close enough. He didn't mention it to Kamala, he knew it would worry him, and he didn't want to cause him any more concern than his next request would. "I have everything I need, except... I need your soul."

The smaller male gasped, his hand flying to his chest where the reassuring weight of his soul rested. "What?... why?"

"It's part of the spell. I need our souls." As he spoke, the taller male reached into his shirt and pulled out his soul. On a thick piece of leather around his neck hung a medallion, the tooth of an ice bear, the feather or a hawk and a carving of the midnight sun on caribou bone. Given to every member of the tribe on their fifth birthday, only half the children born live long enough to earn their souls. "See, I'll put mine in first."

Trembling, Kamala watched as Kitani placed his soul in the jar. His hand clasped around his soul. He had worn it since he was five, when he had proven his worth by surviving to the age. His father had carved the rising sun on the bone and hunted the bear and eagle himself. He had worn it every moment of everyday of his life. No-one was allowed to touch his soul, though he and Kitani had once touched each other's souls. It had been a secret wonderful moment in the summer when they first declared their love.

This was different, to take off his soul and give it to another. If he died without his soul, his spirit would wander the frozen lands forever in torment. The boy gulped and reached inside, his soul warm to the touch against his trembling chest as he pulled it out. "W... will you give it back?"

"Of course; as soon as the spell is over, we can take our souls back. It's just for a moment," promised Kitani, and as his love continued to hesitate he asked, "Don't you trust me?" His voice full of hurt as he looked at his lover.

Kamala took a deep breath and stepped forward pulling the leather strap over his head. He didn't answer with words. Instead, he placed his soul in Kitani's trembling hand. His chest felt strangely tight and his heart quaked at the parting of an important piece of his being.

Kitani knew better than to say anything; he knew what this meant to Kamala. To put your soul completely in the hands of another, it was almost unheard of, and many a story had been told around a campfire warning of the dangers of parting from your soul. Demons tricking fools and cursing them to wander for all eternity alone and lost. Even just placing his own soul in the jar had been hard enough, but he still held the jar. For Kamala to have given him his soul, even for a moment, it proved more than any other action could, just how strong his love was.

He placed the soul in the jar on top of his, trying not to notice how he was staining the bones and feathers with blood. Holding the jar in both hands he held it up towards the moon. "Goddess of Ice, hear our plea; Goddess of Fire, hear our plea; Goddess of Beasts, hear our plea." As he spoke the words, a wind whipped up around them, snow being picked up in the breeze and swirling around the two young men.

"Our hearts freeze and our souls burn." The wind grew stronger as he continued; the hunters moon began to darken, and Kitani could see the white orb glowing red. "We beseech Thee for Thy blessing, we beg Thee for Thy power, and we humbly offer our souls for Thy mercy." He held aloft the jar, his fingers trembling from the cold wind and fear as the moon continued to darken, growing blood red. He heard Kamala cry out in fear as he moved behind Kitani.

"We give you all we have and ask for all we need," Kitani cried out over the roar of the wind, the icy air so chill it burned his throat. His arms grew weary with the weight of the jar, his strength beginning to fade. Marel had told him the spell would be powered by his life force. He could feel the energy being drained from his muscles, taking what was offered, all he had, his very essence. Gritting his teeth he fought through the wind to keep the jar aloft. He had to complete the spell. He tipped the jar, spilling its contents over the ground, and then with all the strength he had left, he thrust the jar down, smashing it over his knee.

Kitani fell over as the jar smashed, the strength drained from his body. Kamala cried out and dove to the aid of his friend. As he did so, the wind died down and the moon returned to its normal colour. Aside from the blood on the snow and the shattered jar, plus its contents, there was no sign of what had just happened.

The young man pulled his lover into his lap, his all important soul forgotten and left to freeze in the snow as he saw to his fallen love. "Kitani! Are you alright? Speak to me?" He looked down to find two ice blue eyes looking up at him, weak but alive, and he hugged his love close sharing his warmth against the snow.

"I... did it work?" Kitani asked as he felt his strength slowly returning to him. "How do you feel?"

Kamala shrugged "I feel no different; how am I supposed to feel?"

"I'm not sure. Strong, I suppose; do you feel stronger?" Kitani asked, sitting up and looking around. He didn't feel any stronger; if anything, he felt drained of everything.

"I... just feel like me, I don't think I'm any stronger." The smaller human struggled to his feet and pulled Kitani up with him.

"It... it didn't work!" The larger boy cried out. He had done everything right. The gods had heard him. They had refused him. Apparently, a descendent of wolves wasn't good enough, only the hair of a true wolf would do.

"W... what do we do now?" Kamala asked his voice trembling as he felt the disappointment biting far deeper than the cold. For a moment, he had believed, he'd had hope that they could be together. Now, they had to face the harshness of the world, and they would see if they could live up to their promises of just moments earlier.

"I.. don't know. I have no other plans, no other ideas," admitted Kitani as he leaned against his love for support. "I... won't go back. I can't live as your enemy..."

Kamala reached out to turn his lover's face to his, saying, "We will go into the wild together, as we said we would. One more day with you is worth the price." After he spoke the boy leaned closer and their lips touched, cold at first, but then the warmth grew, and with a soft sigh they parted.

Blue eyes looked back into brown, and then their brows furrowed in confusion. Kitani was first to voice it. "Kamala, your nose, it's..." He struggled to explain as his lover's brown nose grew darker and darker, spreading out wide.

"Kitani, your nose too..." The boy pointed at it and then squealed as he looked at his hand, his skin growing darker by the second. He felt something inside him, a heat he had never felt before spreading out. "Ahh...Kitani, I..."

Kitani pulled back from him gasping for breath, "I... feel strange, Kamala..." As he spoke he began to strip off his furs, the heat growing unbearable. His skin itching all over his body. His lover was pulling off his clothes beside him, the sight of Kamala's wonderful naked form was spoiled by the changes that were happening to both. Their skin darkening, but inside they felt like they were on fire. They dove into the snow, rolling round and crying out, the pain and fear robbing the of the ability to speak.

A glance at Kamala showed his nose and face changing, his ears appeared to have moved an inch or more up his head. His mouth had elongated and his nose had grown blacker. With a grope of hands to his face Kitani realised his own face was warping too. He cursed Marel; the medicine man had clearly tricked him. Suddenly, the boy realised their souls were laying on the snow. Marel had tricked them both, and their punishment would be to wander as spirits for all eternity.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Kitani reached out a hand, his skin dark black and patches of black fur sprouting on his wrist. His body screamed in agony at every movement, and he ignored it all, crawling through the snow as his body burned. Each motion burned with more pain than he ever thought he could bear, but he continued. The six paces to where the souls lay seemed further than a dozen marathons, but his paw (for it could no longer be called a hand) eventually landed on a medallion. With a check, he made sure it was the right one, then he turned to see Kamala rolling and howling in pain. His body showing more grey fur than skin his ears now gone and his face darkening more and fur sprouting by his huge black nose.

Kitani could feel his bones breaking inside him and reforming to new shapes. A glance at his foot showed something more akin to a beast's than his own appendage. Shaking his head he forced himself on, pushing through the pain once more. Gasping and crying out with each movement, he struggled forward, on his knees as his chest began to burn with the heat of the sun. Through gritted teeth, he made it to Kamala's side and, howling with the pain it caused, he looped the medallion around his love's neck.

His task completed, the boy gave in to the pain. He may have cost them both their lives, but Kamala would not be cursed with him. Kamala's soul would pass on with his spirit and take him to the next world, where he would find peace. A tear rolled down Kitani's cheek as he thought of his love safe and happy, his claw-like fingers ripped at the snow, as his spine broke under him, he felt his hips clicking as they spread further.

The two boy's screamed out in pain and clutched at their shoulders as something burned, a glowing line forming on the fur there. The line grew and curved slowly the white light took a shape. Everywhere the line touched burned, searing with pain, so intense they could focus on nothing, screaming and howling as it burned, worse than any burn they had ever felt. The heat inside finally began to fade as the light on their shoulders began to dim, a white symbol burned into them both forever.

However, it was not yet over. The heat moved lower and both boy's cried out again as their young manhoods burned. Their skin growing thick and then black, heavy with fur, as it pulled up higher and linked to their stomach. Under him Kitani, could feel the base of his spine burning as something started to grow out. He rolled onto his front and looked back to see a fluffy, black and white tail curling over his back, as it grew.

While he looked at it, he noticed how similar it was to the tribe's dogs, and he whimpered as he realised this was truly his fault. He had used the hair of the dog instead of the wolf, and the gods had been offended by his false offering. Now they were being punished for his transgression. "Not Kamala, please, he didn't know," he whispered, begging the gods to spare his love. However, he knew they wouldn't care; the gods do not take a false offering lightly.

Kamala was laying near him crying out as his tail grew. Kitani's eyes glanced over his form. Despite the changes, he still held the sleek lean lines of his love. His canine face framed with grey fur, and his brown eyes so full of life and fear. Kitani hated to see the latter, but was overjoyed to know he had not cost his love's life. At least not yet. The newly created canine sported a symbol on both shoulders, the sign of the rising sun, white against his grey fur. Kitani found his own showing the midnight sun emblazoned in white against his black furred shoulders.

The boy realised the pain of the change was fading and he could feel no more changes. It was over. Laying down in the snow, he panted and gasped, the frigid air delicious to his newly formed lungs. The ice felt soft and comfortable against his fur; even though he lay naked in the snow, he felt like he was laying out on a warm summer's day. Then he inhaled through his newly formed nose, and his mind went white for a moment, overwhelmed with the power of his senses.

He could scent the fire outside his own family's Aeori, their hut; it was burning low, the embers barely alight. His father slept inside with his mother and three full grown sisters, along with his two soulless brothers. He knew them all by scent. He could scent Marel; he was awake in his tent, preparing some medicines. Every single member of his tribe that he knew, along with dozens of strangers from Kamala's tribe... their scent showed him what they were doing, in some cases who they were doing. Two young men in a hut by themselves, the scent of their arousal and erections so strong he could taste them both.

All of it hit his brain at once. He was barely conscious of the information as he tried and sort out what was what, to filter out the messages he was receiving. A wolf pack on the hill tracking a wounded female caribou through the snow; they would have her soon. An ice bear slumbering at the start of her hibernation, her belly swollen with cubs inside a cave pressed into the valley walls.

Then his nose picked up something else, something that had been so strong he couldn't believe he had overlooked it. He inhaled deeply through his nose. A sweet and musky scent... and with his eyes closed, he saw him: Kamala, on that wonderful day in the summer, a few stolen moments together in a hot spring. The snow had only been a thin layer of dust, they had cast off their furs and dove in together, giggling at first, and then Kitani had kissed his love. They had touched and explored each other, tasted each other, and in the end Kamala had lain beneath him, as he gave all he had in his desperation and youth.

Afterwards, the two had sat, arms around each other, sharing sweet kisses, and they had touched each other's souls. It was that moment when Kitani had known he could not live without his love; he had known he would never love another. All of that and more passed through his mind as he drank in the scent of his love, experiencing him anew with the abilities of his new form. Taking in the scent of his mate, the changes, the strength under the tender perfection, and the fear now long gone from them both.

How long he lay there, he did not know, but as he opened his eyes, he realised the hunter's moon had gone, and the sky was growing light with the rising sun. Sitting up, he heard a soft moan from a few feet away. He saw his love sprawled on his back in the snow, legs spread.

Kitani cocked his head to the left; he noted his mate's spread legs and changed form. A furry sheath swollen, with the pinkness of his cocktip just poking out. He wondered if his mate could smell him just as strongly as he could scent Kamala. "Kamala?" he whispered softly, and he noticed the cute motion of his love's new pointed ears, swivelling to face him.

"K... Kitani? Are you okay?" the smaller canine whispered, as he turned and his brown eyes met Kitani's blues.

"I think so. I think... it worked," he said as he crawled nearer to where his mate lay.

"Was this what the spell was meant to do?" Kamala asked the doubt heavy in his voice. "Will we be like this forever?"

"I don't know, the spell was supposed to give us the strength of the wild, enough to survive without a tribe." Kitani chuckled a little as he looked over their new canine forms. "It certainly gave us something of the wild anyway."

"Of the wild? You look like a sled dog to me!" snorted the smaller canine, oblivious to how he too held the look of a sled dog.

Kitani shrugged. "I can think of worse animals for us to look like." He observed grinning broadly as he saw the realisation dawn on Kamala's face, while his paws reached up to check his ears. The darker malamute crawled closer until he was almost nose to nose with Kamala and whispered, "You still look good to me, even covered with fur."

The blush that came to Kamala's cheeks was so powerful a slight pink hue could be seen behind the snow white fur of his cheeks. This close to each other, their scents were far more powerful, and as Kitani opened his mouth to say more Kamala silenced him with a kiss. It was awkward at first, as their new mouths learned how to touch each other. Their black lips softly nuzzling one another, the warmth of their breath flowing down each other's cheek, ruffling the fur and tickling in a new and wonderful way.

With a gasp, their lips parted, and their new eager tongues met, dancing over each other, the taste both familiar and strange at the same time. However, they both wanted more, exploring each other's warm maws, as their furry bodies pressed together. The heat between them grew, while their paws began to exploring. Fingers caressing through thick warm fur and canine tails wagged with growing excitement.

For a fleeting moment, Kamala wondered at how little the change had worried him. However, with the pain of his transformation over, he felt the heady rush of exhilaration at the newfound strength within him. The world no longer felt bitter or harsh, and with Kitani in his arms, all felt right. He could feel his soul back where it belonged around his neck; he knew Kitani had placed it there and he could only guess how much pain his mate had endured to bring it back to him.

Their excitement grew with each passing moment, their new bodies writhing together. Kitani felt something firm poking into his thigh and broke the kiss to look down. There between them their new doghoods hung, deep red in colour spear-like in shape. Both members drooled pre in a steady trickle, their red flesh glistening in the early morning sun.

Unable to resist the urge, Kitani reached out and his paw wrapped around Kamala's throbbing length. The smaller canine buried his head in his lover's neck and cried out at the pleasurable and yet alien sensations. The fur on Kitani's paw pads, sticking to his slick flesh and teasing it in a way he never thought possible. The smaller male reached out to his lover, grasping his cock in return, desperate to reciprocate the wonderful sensations.

Kamala gasped at the feeling of the length in his paw; it felt so hard, and yet the flesh was malleable. The heat against his paw was intense. He remembered his time with Kitani before, and he had loved the feel of that cock, between his lips and inside him. Yet this felt so much greater... He pulled back and looked into his love's eyes. All he found was love and lust, mixed together to match his own feelings.

Their lips met again as they closed their eyes, their new furry forms pressing close. Their tongues danced, while their paws slid up and down their glistening shafts. Moans and gasps of passion were shared as their bodies revelled in the new found sensations. A need growing inside both of them. It was Kamala who gave in to it first, breaking the kiss to whisper urgently, "I need you!"

They both knew what he needed, and Kitani whispered back just as urgently, "I need you too!" As he spoke he pushed his love down, Kamala's back digging into the snow, as the darker male slid between his legs. Their desires barely in control, their lips met again, their tongues eager to dance once more. Kamala's paws caressed down Kitani's back, as the darker male reached down to guide his cock to his lover.

The grey male cried out, breaking the kiss as he felt a warm cocktip press to his pucker. He trembled a little in anticipation and trepidation; the last time they had done this, he had been sore for days afterwards. However, his body was aching with need and his fear was quickly silenced by the return of Kitani's sweet lips. With his fears calmed he relaxed, his tongue dancing inside his love's warmth. The taste was wonderful, so strong so new and yet so familiar: Earthy and potent, with just a hint of honey sweetness.

Their noses filled with the scent of each other, feeding their arousal as their bodies musky flavours flooded the air. Their malenesses and pre were so thick in the air they could taste each other. Paws wandering through each other's fur, stroking through the wonderful thick fur. Claws lightly teasing new skin, while their breaths grew into desperate ragged pants.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Kitani drove his hips forward, breaking the kiss as he felt the warmth surrounding his meat. He cried out lost in pure bliss, unable to control himself he buried himself to the hilt with a thrust of savage intensity. His new body flooding with powerful urges and instincts he was unused to and unable to combat. With a snarl of desire his jaw caught around Kamala's neck, and he pinned the smaller male down to the snowy ground. Claiming the beta for his mate, he began to thrust with the wild uncontrolled needs of the beast running rampant through him. His blood was on fire, energy surging through every muscle, more strength that he ever thought he would have.

Black hips pounded into grey, his mate beneath him whimpering and yet pushing back. His balls smacked roughly on Kamala's taint, as his cock spurted jets of watery pre cum into the tight hole. He could taste Kamala's musk on his tongue as his jaw gripped tighter. Claws were digging into his back and shoulders, his mate pulling him forward, the bitch begging to be bred harder and faster with his body. Kitani's head swam the pleasure of the mating far beyond anything he had ever felt, and as he fucked, he could feel something new, with each thrust it grew difficult to push fully inside his love. The boy had seen the beasts rutting; he knew how a male dog locked inside a female. Yet to feel it, to feel the heat of a body squeezing down around his own forming knot, it was beyond description. His body screamed at him to breed, to rut and show no mercy, his new found strength filling him with bestial desires and carnal needs.

Kamala was lost to pure heaven, the cock inside him pounding away savagely. His new body had adjusted to the mating with barely a moment's discomfort, as if he was designed to be bred. He had whimpered as he felt the teeth around his neck, submitting to his mate. It all seemed so right, so natural; Kitani was his alpha, and he would always be. The feel of the spear inside him was intense, with each motion the cock smashed into something wonderful, sending dizzying waves of pleasure through his body.

The smaller male could do nothing; he lacked the strength to match his mate. His paws clawed at the larger male's back hips pulling him forward, desperate to feel more, to be taken and claimed fully. His cock was aching between them, untouched save by the wonderful tickle and caress of Kitani's stomach fur, as he thrust back and forth. A warm pool of liquid formiing on his stomach, and his eyes looked up at the morning sky, the blue colour making him think of Kitani's eyes. He smiled as he realised they would have thousands of days together. He wondered for a moment if they would ever regain their old forms. Then, when his lover's cock pounded into his prostate again, he made a silent prayer to the gods that they would not.

As their mating grew more and more feral and passionate, Kamala could hear the growls and snarls of his alpha ringing in his ears, the pressure on his shoulders, the feeling of teeth pressing to his skin, and the heat of Kitanti's breath making him feel safe. After all, who could match the strength of his mate? He pushed back willingly into every thrust, feeling the knot growing at the base, each thrust becoming that much harder to take until his ring refused entry to the swelling muscle.

Kitani growled deeply as he felt his knot pushing against and not entering his lover. He knew it was not Kamala refusing him, yet his new form howled and screamed in his mind; he had to tie his mate, he had to show his beta who was the bitch and who the pack leader. With a deep throated snarl he began to rut into Kamala with a feral intensity he had never known could exist. No compassion or concern for his mate entered his mind as his hips pounded home with the savagery only a beast could use.

He ground his hips down with each thrust, trying to force the fist sized knot into his lover's tight pucker. With each thrust Kamala's body refused him, almost as if it were taunting him, laughing at him and his masculinity. Only a true alpha could knot his mate. Letting go of the grey furred neck Kitani's head lifted and out from his mouth came a long deep howl, echoing down all three valleys, as he declared himself the alpha, letting all within a dozen miles know he was claiming this bitch for his own.

Beneath him, Kamala's body responded, on a purely instinctual level, hearing the declaration. He bucked back hard onto the wild uncontrolled thrust, his cock aching between them, his orgasm so close and his desperation high. He needed to feel his alpha's knot inside him, to feel his spunk filling and marking him. Suddenly, he lifted his own voice to join Kitani's. Not as strong and higher in pitch, he sang out and as he did so he felt his defences failing.

Every sense and instinct in his body told Kitani that it was his moment, and he poured every last ounce of strength into his mating, his knot pushing and forcing its way into his mate. Kamala screamed as he was stretched beyond anything he thought he could endure, and yet as the thick muscle filled him, swelling further and locking inside him, he came harder than he had ever done. His thick red spear sprayed jets of white fluid up over Kitani marking the alpha as his forever as well.

Kitani could hold back nothing. His feral instincts held sway over him, and he gave in to every base desire. As his knot locked inside his mate he felt the pressure in his balls releasing, he continued to rut with the savagery of a true animal giving his all to his mate. His balls danced and convulsed on his bitch's taint as they drained. He flooded his mate with his love, warm rivers of cum shooting his scent deep into the male he loved more than life itself.

Spent, the two males lay in each other's arms, panting as their bodies locked together, covered in each other's scent. They reeked of each other and both knew this was right, it was how things should be. Kitanti looked down at his love, who looked up blushing and smiling at him. They shared small sweet kisses, and long passionate ones as they waited for Kitani's knot to shrink.

Eventually, the knot reduced, and they were able to part, albeit reluctantly. Their ears and noses warned them that their tribes had finally awakened... probably to the sound of their howling climax. The hunters would be searching for them soon, intending follow the wolves to find the caribou. It was a good ploy to ensure a successful hunt.

Standing up, Kitani took a few steps and reached down to pick up his soul. He had never spent so long without it around his neck. However, as he lifted it up Kamala's paw landed on his wrist and squeezed, Kitani looked at his love, confused.

The smaller wolf said nothing at first, he simply reached around his neck and pulled off his soul. He whispered, "This belongs to you, and it always has." While Kitani's mind tried to struggle with the enormity of those words Kamala placed his own soul around the neck of his love. "I can never be parted from you now."

Kitani's heart reacted because his mind could not comprehend his lover's actions. His trembling paws placed his own soul around the neck of his love. He felt the weight of Kamala's soul resting on his furry chest. It was different, and yet somehow right. With pure joy, he pulled Kamala into his arms, and their lips touched in a passionate kiss, as their paws caressed each other tenderly.

Their moment was spoiled by the alert of their ears: hunters were approaching. With a nod, Kitani sprang away, bounding down onto all fours as if he had always run this way. He charged into the wild and to his new life. Kamala gave one last look to his old home, and then felt the call of his love, his alpha, and he turned and bounded off after him.

The hunters found the discarded clothes on the hill, along with a splash of caribou blood. No-one knew what had happened to the two boys, now men. Each tribe blamed the other. It took every ounce of influence Marel had to stop the two tribes warring.

The old man had wandered to the hill and examined the fragments of the broken jar as the afternoon turned to evening. He smiled as he stood up and tilted his head back, his brown lips parting and a long howl singing out down the valleys. From the wilds, he heard an answer — two voices singing back a thank you to the old medicine man. A broad grin crept onto his face. It would be a lot of trouble over the weeks and months to keep the two tribes from bloodshed. However, the old man knew it was worth the effort. He knew true love when it begged for his help, and he gave that help joyfully. As someone who once lost his love, there was nothing he would not do to save others from the pain he had endured, long ago. Stupid people; they never believed him that it was the bear who killed his friend and lover. Nobody listened then, and nobody remembers now.

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