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Geoffrey stared hard into the mirror of his bedroom and thought about the woman he loved. Laura was the like a storm blowing into his dull world and leaving everything askew. Like a child she had moved everything in his grooming room an inch or two to the right and left. She had wrinkled the towels, turned his razors backwards, and traded the hairbrush with the bathing sponge.

Any other time he would have set the objects back to their correct place but they were proof that Laura had been her and interacted with his world. Now she was gone and her loss weighed heavily on his heart. Geoffrey knew he was not the only one who had lost. The trials of the past weeks had been hard on everyone as friends, family, and lovers were taken. One by one they fell to the curse. Some ran off into the night and others were put down by the defenders of the town. It is terrible and tragic but none of those others mattered to him like she had.

A sad smile tugged at the corners of Geoffrey's mouth as he examined the bite on his neck. Everything he knew about battlefield wounds told him that this one should have been fatal. There had been so much blood and he had felt something tear when he pushed her off of him … but he was alive. The holes in his throat had knit themselves back together and the bite-marks were now only large, purple, and unmistakable as anything else.

Somehow the blood loss did not kill me but the bite is still fatal. They'll kill me when I report for duty tomorrow. Of course I might be better off that way. I couldn't protect Laura and she'll be one of them soon. There's no way we can win this war. It's over. All that's left are the heroic last stands.

A bleak emptiness settled into his chest. Without Laura he feared he might fade away entirely. It was more than the lack of color in his home and proper meals in his belly. Alone, there was little purpose to his daily routine. Building a family with her was the only bright spot he could see for his future … but now … everything was cold, dull, and without meaning. The void hollowed the young man out and left him wishing for death.

Within the emptiness something stirred. A faint bit of heat began to trickle out through his veins and move through him. It is the curse, he realized mutely. She's bitten me and now I'll become a monster … like her. He looked back into the mirror and stared intently at his dark eyes. Are they looking a little more intense? Are those tiny flecks of gold I see mixing with the brown?

Pulling his gaze from the mirror, he stalked out of his bathing room and made his way to the display which allowed his sword and armor to stand sentinel. Gripping the sword with the authority of a man ready to inflict death, he drew it out and listened to the steel sing.

“This is it!" he snarled as he tried to find his courage. “This is my final duty!" He reversed the weapon in his grip, placed the tip against his throat, and held it steady. I have to stop myself before I hurt anyone. His eyes stared hard at the stone wall. Forward! All he had to do was throw himself against it. This is your last stand! The hilt would strike the stone and the sword would finish him. Do it now!

Geoffrey tensed, grit his teeth, and stood frozen in place. A growl of frustration shook his body and he threw the blade away from him. He flinched at the sounds it made as it struck the wall, bounced, and then skipped across the floor. A soldier and his weapon are one, he remembered his drilling instructor saying. Treat this weapon like a member of your family and she will guard your life.

Geoffrey held his hands up and stared at them. Two long cuts slashed across each hand where he had been gripping the blade. Faint tendrils of steam began to rise from the wounds and they closed before his eyes. Once the skin had fused together there were only some angry purple lines. Somehow he knew they would also fade in time. Just like I will fade in time.

Geoffrey!

His head snapped up like a dog who had heard his master calling. Though he was only half convince of it, the soldier in him needed to be sure. Retrieving his discarded sword from the floor, he stepped swiftly into the hall. A quick peak around the corner told him the coast was clear so he moved to the front. The spyglass in his front door showed two people huddled on the other side of it. The light was too dim to see details, but they were slight of frame so he dared to slide back the bolt and open the door.

“Ms. Elizabeth?" he asked as he squinted into the gloom. A moment later he realized she had one arm around Laura who was leaning against her, wrapped in a blanket, and shivering. Hope, panic, and rage blossomed and warred within him for control. Laura's here … she's infected with the curse. Elizabeth disappeared weeks ago and we never found her. She might already be one of … them.

“Yes, Geoffrey," she said seriously, “may we enter?"

“Of course," Geoffrey heard himself say automatically as he set the blade aside and closed the door behind him. The bolt went back into place and he set to the task of reviving the fire in the hearth. “Where did you find her?"

“Near a place we used to play when we were children," the bold woman said as she settled on the couch with her childhood friend. “She was delirious and might be coming down with a fever. Do you think you could make some tea?"

A fever as the curse takes hold, Geoffrey thought as he tried to consider his options. “Of course, my lady," he said automatically. This isn't right. It's not just Laura and I … there's something else going on here … “The creatures were chasing her?"

“Yes," Elizabeth said as she laid Laura's head in her lap and began stroking her hair. “Do you think she could spend the night here? It's too dangerous out there right now."

“It's too dangerous for anyone these days," Geoffrey muttered absently. An uncomfortable quiet settled between them as the host worked in the kitchen. “Neither of you are supposed to be wandering the streets and my orders are to report you both and notify the constable."

“But you won't," Elizabeth said with a knowing grin.

“You think I won't?"

“I know you won't," Elizabeth said as if looking into his soul. “You will care for her because you love Laura." The stern woman's posture suddenly softened as Laura murmured something he could not hear. Elizabeth's voice became gentle as she added, “and you always will."

Geoffrey did not respond to the accusation. There was no way for him to truthfully deny the words she had spoken and a terrible ache pulsed in time with his heartbeat. To hide his shame he busied himself with the task pumping water into the kettle and setting it over the fire.

“Am I wrong?" Elizabeth asked.

“Of course I love her!" Geoffrey snapped. “I asked for her hand in marriage and I was rejected! I used my influence in the guard to direct more patrols into the neighborhood where she lives! I let her into my home while knowing …" Knowing that she is a monster and may kill me. “I still love her! If you have some point to this painful subject then I beg you to come to it!"

“I need to know what kind of a man you really are, Geoffrey," Elizabeth finally told him. “Laura is the most important person in the world, to me. If I am to share her with you … then I must be sure."

Share her with you, Geoffrey thought. The words triggered ideas that he was not certain he should speak of. There had been rumors of the relationship between these women and how it was not of the proper sort, but he had not cared. If it made Laura happy, then he was willing to live with the whispers … and maybe even the moans of the pair of them making love in another bed. Their sweating bodies writhing … kissing … tasting each other without me there …

A strong huff of air was breathed out as Geoffrey wondered where those thoughts had come from. He would never let a woman like Elizabeth near him, but he was willing allow Laura this relationship because it made her happy. That was all he really wanted. That was why he had opened his door and let her back into his home, even though she was dangerous.

“For the sake of the woman I love," he heard himself say, “I will endure what I must."

“Good," said Elizabeth, who reached into her belt pouch and drew forth another packet, “then brew this for our tea and let us warm ourselves.

“What is it?" he asked as he gave it a sniff.

“Medicine," she said in a bored tone.

“It smells like spices," he said suspiciously.

“That is to make it flavorful," Elizabeth said without any indication of truth or falsehood. “Not all medicine must be foul. This will bring energy into her veins and sooth us as well. Besides, with all of the wind, rain, and cold we could all use a good drought."

“Good point," Geoffrey admitted as he tossed the packet into the teakettle. The smell of the herbs filled the room as he jabbed at the fire with his poker. The musky scent seemed to warm him and soothe his nerves. He guessed this was some woman's remedy that only very young or married men were normally blessed with having. It was not very likely to make much difference in the long run but he felt he could relax for a moment and partake in this simple comfort.

When the tea was ready, Geoffrey gathered his cups and poured them all a drink. Small sips burned the lips but warmed his pallet. They sat in silence, watching each other and waiting as if something was supposed to be said or done … but nothing happened.

Geoffrey refilled their tea, sipped, and watched his guests. Laura looked better. The shattered expression appeared a little less lost and her pale skin gathered color. Elizabeth's gaze drifted around the room and eventually she closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply.

Laura stirred, looking up at him in a way that made him uneasy. This was not a glance or a gentle look of indifference … but something more … predatory. The playful dance of the light from the fireplace bathed her in a bewitching light. An almost amber tint seemed to reflect from her eyes which did not blink when he stared into them. Several times he felt compelled to look away but was drawn deeper into those amber pools which never faltered.

Adrenalin began to sizzle through him, causing a straitening of posture and an attention to details. The look was intense … alluring … like she was hungry for him in a way he had never seen. There she is … the beast beneath Laura's skin. She's yielding to its power and soon she will change. How much longer? When will it happen to me?

Laura smiled, arched her back, and engaged in a languid stretch which enticed his eyes. A deep breath caused her bosom to swell and then fall in the blanket she wore. With a shift of her body, she handed the teacup to Elizabeth and flashed the enthralled onlooker a glimpse of her bare flank. The realization of her nakedness under the blanket momentarily paralyzed Geoffrey's mind, forcing a part of him to flush with shame.

When Laura wobbled to her feet, Geoffrey automatically stood, as a gentleman does. Laura began to sway unsteadily toward him and he felt his body tense. This is it. She's going to attack. Do I fight? Do I flee? Could I hurt her even like this?

Before he could come to a conscious decision Laura leaned against him. Geoffrey's arms closed around her without him telling them to and he held her close. His mouth opened but no words could be formed for fear that he might ruin this perfect moment. The heat from her body and the smell of her skin caused his heart to thunder and his emotions blazed against the limits of his control. Tears welled in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. The sparse apartment, his unwanted guest, and the curse that would kill them all faded from his world as he held everything he desired.

“Excuse me," Laura finally said as she stepped back and made her way unsteadily toward the bedroom, where the bathroom was located. A series of uncomfortable glances passed between the room's remaining occupants until Elizabeth raised a brow at him. Geoffrey turned away from her and stared into the fire. His chest hurt and he thought he might scream.

“Well?" Elizabeth's voice brought him back to the world and caused him to spin. When he did not speak, she approached and was almost tall enough to stare him in the eyes. “Are you in love or in lust?"

“I … I have always … been in love," Geoffrey managed to say as he trembled.

“Enough to leave this all behind?" The point blank look in her eyes was lethal and he could easily see the amber in them. The beast breathed directly into his nostrils but she was neither wild nor out of control. Elizabeth was more than just in control of her beast … she was the beast.

Briefly, Geoffrey considered going for a weapon, but Elizabeth's intelligent control told him that there was hope for those who were infected by the curse. “I swear that I love her, with all of my heart … and I swear I always will." Geoffrey knew the words to be true but giving them breath and sharing them with another changed something.

“There may be hope for you," Elizabeth told him with a wicked smile that gave her the look of a feral wolf. “If you give yourself to the beast … then you may join her and remain yourself."

“What … do you mean?" Geoffrey clenched his fists but he did not step back from the woman and he did not look away. If I look away it is weakness. If I step back she may strike.

“Once Luna's Blessing is inside of you, there is no turning back," Elizabeth explained. “I can sense it … swimming through your veins like seed through the womb … planting itself through your body and changing what is there. Already you feel it … making you stronger … enhancing your eyes … your nose … and your hunger. If you fight, your will shall be destroyed, but if you embrace the beast then you shall grow stronger." A firm hand pressed Geoffrey back against the wall and held him there with little effort.

“You," Geoffrey suddenly realized out loud, “it was you who started this. You're … the alpha."

Elizabeth grinned at him, showing fangs that no human could possess. “I chose the path less taken," she confessed. “Loving Laura was forbidden, but we desired no other. I knew the only way to make her my wife was to change everything, but there were no legal paths. Everyone in town felt it was unnatural … so I searched for a way to change that. I listened to the bards and read dusty old books until I found the answer. I sought out the lone wolf and embraced his blessing. Now, I am the alpha."

“You changed their nature," Geoffrey whispered as he trembled from terror and excitement. “You infected everyone so that you could have Laura?"

“Laura would have had to abandon everyone she has ever known," Elizabeth told him. “I would leave everyone for her … but she loves so many people. As alpha, I can make packs of this town. Your eyes can be opened and we can rewrite the laws. Change, my good man … it is time to change."

“But … you're destroying people," Geoffrey told her as he felt his courage waiver. “You're changing them into wolves and killing who they were."

“Nooo," Elizabeth growled in a tone that sounded purely sexual. “I am setting them free." Geoffrey felt his body react to her pheromones. Lust pulsed through his body and it took an effort of will to stay focused on her words. “It is the reason I use lust to bring people into the pack. When the mind is overcome with lust, a person is more willing to give themselves to the beast. That acceptance allows more of the original person to run with the wolves. The old way dies and a new way is born, but the people … the people are still alive. In fact … the people are now more alive than before!"

The hand that had pinned the soldier to the wall released him. Claws had grown on her hands and she ran the tips of them delicately along his cheek. “Laura has given herself to me … and now we are offering you the opportunity to join us. You are changing as we speak. The only way out is for you to take your own life ... but I think you would rather be with Laura. I am her alpha, but I cannot give her pups. You can. You will be the omega, but you can still sire her children. You may still share her home and press your body to hers when she needs you."

Sire … breed … sow pups into her belly and run with the pack. The thoughts were intense and Geoffrey felt his lips pull back into a snarl. “You would share her with me?"

“If it is her desire," Elizabeth told him calmly. “Marriage is such a silly thing. There's no real reason to force one man and one woman to accept no other. It is all about property and ownership. Maybe some of these things will stay the same but I plan to share Laura with one male … and I believe you are the most worthy."

Me? Worthy of Laura? Am I strong enough to protect her and fight off rivals?

“So what say you, my dear beast?" Elizabeth asked in a husky voice. “Will you decide to be her mate? Will you let the monster take you or will you fall on your sword and take your life?"

Geoffrey stared at the woman and watched the wolf ripple beneath the surface. Whatever I felt for her … everything will change. I will change … and then what? He weighed the options, flogging his uncertainty until he realized he was being a fool. All of my choices have been aimed toward being with Laura and building a family with her. Now I can do that. It is not what I had intended … but still … still … this is Laura. She will change and the world will change around her. If I kill myself … I'll be abandoning her. I cannot abandon her … not when I can protect her … not when I can serve her.

“If Laura will have me," Geoffrey finally said, “then I shall serve her."

“Then you must go to her now and do as she demands." The words were not complicated but the meaning was shrouded in layers. Elizabeth stepped back and motioned toward the bedroom door.

A hard swallow gave Geoffrey strength to step forward into the room. For a moment there was nothing, no shape in his bed or shadows in his corners. Then a sound came from the bathroom and he drew slightly closer to it. As his thoughts turned toward her privacy, he heard a provocative moan. Cold sweat beaded his brow and his breath became deep and labored. The breathing from the other side of the door was delicate, excited, and inviting, luring his ear toward its surface. A sound of slick movements drew him erect, causing his hand to cover his embarrassment.

“Isn't she wonderful?" Elizabeth asked from over his shoulder, causing him to turn quickly and try to back away. “She is stunning … both wild and warm." Geoffrey was paralyzed as Elizabeth pressed him against the wood of the closed door. The strength of her arms could restrain his body but her eyes and her scent captured his mind. “You know what you must do … to be in her life?"

A sudden sensation of a feminine hand slipped into his trousers and wrapped around his engorged member. Wicked lips moved forward but remained inches from his own. The fire of her touch burned through him and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to mate.

“M-my lady …"

“Hussshhh," she hissed as she continued to breathe so closely he could feel the heat of her body. “This is your moment. She's waiting for you. Go to her … and do what you must."

The hand released him and Elizabeth took two steps away from him. Geoffrey gasped at the release and it took a moment for his breathing to slow. His heartbeat did not slow as he turned and faced the door. A trembling hand turned the knob and he pushed it open to reveal his destiny.

Laura stood naked, one hand braced as she leaned forward against the counter. The other hand was between her legs. Fingers busily slid in and out. Milky liquid oozed from her lower lips and formed glistening rivers on her skin. The scent of it was unbearable, shattering Geoffrey's mind and reducing him to the state of a stunned observer.

Elizabeth gave him a little push and Geoffrey let himself drift forward. The lightly bobbing bottom arched toward him and his mouth watered with the hungers of a man who had known far too much discipline in his day.

“Ooohhh … Geoffrey," Laura moaned as she pleasured herself. “Please … take me … please …" She continued to repeat herself as Geoffrey's legs began to wobble. Laying his hands upon her back caused heat to flood through him and soon the soldier found himself on his knees. The rest of the world seemed to fade as all of his senses focused on the beautiful bottom and its treasures.

Without meaning to do so, Geoffrey pressed his face against her back-side and lunged his tongue out into her. The sounds she made told him it was the right thing to do and so he gripped her bottom with both hands and set to the task of licking, nibbling, and pleasuring her in the most demeaning way he could imagine.

“Ahaaa …" Elizabeth finally said as she watched the display, “I see … you live only to serve. You make a natural omega … obey your mate, Omega. Feast in the valley of her desire and please her with your servitude."

Warmth of flesh and slickness of sex juices covered his mouth and cheeks. The taste was intoxicating and his hunger for it was unquenchable. Without thought, his hands massaged her bottom and he pressed more deeply. The volume of her moans intensified, telling him he was doing well and he lost himself in the task.

Closing his eyes allowed him to focus on the sounds that she made, and his movements adjusted to the noise. Good noises received more attention while lesser ones were marked as boring in his mind. He licked her insides and traveled to the other entrance, debasing himself at her anus as his fingers worked in her sacred place. This combination worked caused the scent of her arousal to intensify. When she clenched, he thrust his digits in, then slowly pulled away, smiling with pride as she trembled with pleasure from his efforts.

“Good boy," his master cooed, like he was a dog, and for some reason he felt it was right. She turned to face him and he looked up at her in earnest. “You've earned a reward for your service … stand." Laura's command brought Geoffrey instantly to his feet. “Stay!" She ordered, and began removing his pants. Her soft hand took his manhood and began to stroke it into an even more hardened state. The thoughts in his mind seemed to cloud as his vision became hazy. Gasping, he attempted to find focus but he was covered in Laura's pheromones and every breath filled him with her.

Laura leaned toward his engorged member like a panting dog … and as Geoffrey stayed he noticed her tongue was growing longer and lolling. Lips wrapped around him, drawing him into wet warmth. A tiny muzzle lengthened from her face and she took all of him in as she pressed forward then drew back. A rush of sensations nearly toppled him over. The heat of her mouth consumed his mind; drawing Geoffrey in and making his frustration explode without a great deal of coaxing. The long mouth flexed and suckled, milking him for all that he had as he shuddered and clenched. The world seemed to tilt forward but he gasped and stood tall.

“Already?" Elizabeth sounded startled but then she began to laugh. “You didn't have permission to do that, soldier! You'll just have to stay in there and fight 'till the end!"

The order was understood and Geoffrey focused on his task. He did not pull back away no matter how hard he trembled. He watched his Laura … his mate lap gently at his spent tip. Her nose was getting darker and her ears were growing sharp. There was more muscle rippling along the surface of her body and thin dark fur sprouting to form a light coat. A sleek tail grew and began wagging as she made needy sounds … and his body responded. As her eyes stared pleadingly into his, he knew she wanted him in her.

I want her … but I was told to stay! I want her … but I'll be good a good man … a good … good …

“Good boy," chided the voice of his alpha.

Alpha? Elizabeth is my alpha? But she … but I …

She pressed up against Geoffrey's back and the arms which encircled him were covered in dark brown fur. Sharp claws cut along his chest … slashing his shirt to get at the man beneath. Crimson lines shone on his skin and the sting of these wounds added to the sensations of his body, but nothing could prepare him for the fangs that entered his neck.

A gasp of exhilaration emitted from his throat, exciting the she-wolf who pushed her fangs deeper into his flesh. Blood flowed and she drank deeply from the wound. Laura rose to her feet, pressed against his front, and dragged her long warm tongue along his chest. When she reached the other side of his neck, she sank her fangs in too. As his life poured out, the gift of the pack poured in. The infection spread until it found the core of his being. Everything burned and swayed as he became faint with delirium.

The beast stirs. The wild ways call. Prey shall flee before me and I shall hunt … fight … mate. I shall protect my mate and my pups from harm! I am Omega! I know my place!

“Ooooohhhhh …" Laura growled, the vibration traveled through Omega's body, and he understood her command. The lowly omega flexed his muscles as he became engorged with strength. New blood drew him erect and he reached toward her with painful insistence.

“Stay," Elizabeth ordered once more and Omega felt himself comply. It was natural, this new order, and he felt pleasure in obeying her commands. “Down," she commanded and Omega sank to his knees. “I am Alpha," she reminded him and then both wolf-women knocked him onto his back and sank their fangs into his flesh once more.

The muscles of his chest and arms screamed with pleasurable pain. Teeth and claws marked him as property … the omega. Every mark gave him pride. Every wound filled him with bliss. All who saw his skin would know who he belonged to. They would all see that he was a worthy mate.

Alpha stepped away when she was satisfied. “Omega … onto the bed," she growled with a firm gesture. The male complied, crawling on to the bed and rolling onto his back to expose his belly and throat. Laura … Beta crawled onto the bed at her alpha's command, draping herself over her mate and nipping lightly at the offered throat.

Scent and gesture compelled him to please her. Beta moaned as the male serviced her with nips and caresses. A slowly lengthening tongue probed and pleased. New teeth slid forward as his muscles swelled and bulged. Beta pulled back, her own form changing the rest of the way. She pinned her mate as he grew. Bones popped and his body writhed as his face pushed forward and fur covered his frame. A guttural roar rumbled from his throat and he howled with joy.

Alpha mounted Beta; her weight pressing down against both of her pack-mates as she took control. Claws dragged down Beta's back and the dominant female lapped at the presented hind quarters. Beta made sounds of indulgence as Alpha and Omega worked for her satisfaction. Then Alpha took the male in hand and directed him into Beta's valley.

There was no joy greater than this moment. Omega thrust excitedly … stretching and grinding … licking and thrusting … moving in the rhythm of the pack. He pressed forward, pushing himself into his mate until his knot swelled and locked into place. The sensation caused his vision to tunnel and he arched in ecstasy as his seed rushed out of him. Spurt after spurt swam into her womb … held in place by the knot at her base. Shivers of aftershock caused his heart to pound but the Alpha was not satisfied.

Omega felt Alpha lapping at the space below his knot and a strange fluttery sensation tingled through his shaft, shrinking the knot until it released his mate. Alpha pushed Beta forward and then took Omega in hand. Tender skin caused him to cry out when her breath caressed him but instinct forced him to stand tall.

Alpha's entrance was sopping with excitement and her fever scalded him. Omega's exhaustion did not matter. Alpha commanded and Omega rose to her demands. The pack continued past the point of his peak. The male produced fresh seed over and over. Howls filled the night. Instinct driving them forward until Alpha and Beta released their Omega Male. He collapsed into exhaustion and licked at their feet. He knew his place. The pack would grow and both Alpha and Beta's pups would be his.