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People say it is a sign of the Apocalypse, scientists perceive it is a new type, yet undiscovered animal, however inhabitants from the nearby villages are sure about one thing - whatever it was, it was certainly not natural. Our reporter is on-place at this very moment, hello Sharon, can you hear us clearly?

"Hello Jason, that's right, no one has ever heard a similar sound before, I'm talking right now with Lisa, who holds she was the closest to the source. Tell us Lisa, what do you think it was?"

"Werewolves! They've been residing in these forests for hundreds of years. People went missing! And the authorities always concluded that it was just an accident. Yeah, like who the hell goes deep in to the forest alone, right? Everyone knows that."

"How come there aren't any traces left then?"

"Smart beasts, they are, aha! They know how to hide a body. How to erase their presence. Cunning bastards. We're all gonna die sooner or later."

"Thank you, Lisa. We'll be investigating further on that matter, meanwhile you can follow us on Twitter, tell us what do you think happened in Stawford. Lisa Auntwich, Stawford News."

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I woke up in the morning, still a little bit dizzy. If I told a younger version of myself what is going to happen in the near future, I'd never have believed it. I transitioned from a simple boy, still a teenager in practice, slowly sliding into the brutal world of adulthood, where you must pay taxes and work hard. I'm still not sure if I'm ready for this, or is it just a simple defense mechanism to keep me sane. Whatever is the truth, I'll never forget the yesterday's evening. The evening that changed my life forever.

I ran my hand against my eyes, taking off the bedding from my body. I don't know what hour it is, I was probably so much exhausted I lost my sense of time. I looked around my little bedroom, filled with my favorite video games posters. While I was approaching the wardrobe, I noticed that my mom has left me a breakfast. Eggs'n'bacon with pickles, I was really fond of that dish and I was hungry like a... wolf.

While consuming, I realized how long I avoided socializing with people, yet I was an introvert by nature. Nobody in my school shared my hobbies, let it be games, anime, Marvel movies or just books. If you were to see my bookshelves, titles like 'White Fang' by Jack London or 'Kazan' by James Oliver Curwood were the norm there. I loved reading stories about young adventurers meeting his dear company and going on many different journeys together. These stories took up the troupe of a young person and his canine friend which in the recent events became quite relatable. The problem with this world is if you are a person who doesn't follow the popular trends, unless you find friends, no one cares or even tries to understand your own way of living. Especially as a teenager, you may be called a loser, a nerd or called by many negative terms you didn't deserve.

I took a last bite finishing my meal, looking through the pictures on my desk. In the past, I used to spend a lot of my time between animals. My grandpa had a farm, where I spent a big part of my childhood. Dogs, cats, horses, cows, sheep, you name it. While most of the people considered working with these animals as a duty, necessity, it was a pure pleasure for me. I didn't mind their behavior. Their smell. Their voices. I felt accepted. However it may be the reason I've never had a real friend... Or a girl... A girl... friend. Or is the reason completely opposite?

I went to the bathroom, having a glance on my tired, gloomy face. I was pretty average-looking, yet I can't say for the others. My green eyes were often the reason of silly jokes about me being a witch. But a boy can't be a witch, am I right? I had a quite asymmetrical nose with a small bump on top, narrow mouth and very gentle beard. I haven't been to a barber for a long time, that's why my medium-length hair was often an issue with a fringe combed aside. I didn't like having longer hair, but my mother says it suits my posture quite well. She mentioned one time that I looked like a young prince from the Medieval times which sounds silly by itself.

I undressed myself to take a shower as my mind was filled with chaotic thoughts and doubts. I brought back the images of yesterday's evening...

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"Nisha." Answered the worg calmly, still despite having covered eyes showing a puzzled expression. She was facing me right now as I froze in one place, still feeling uneasy. My father was right, that creature can talk. In addition, it had a name. A normal name like me or anyone else. The worg didn't say a word after that and I wasn't sure myself if I want to continue.

"We... We didn't want to hurt you, Nisha." I explained. The worg took a single step towards me, still having a cold, emotionless expression and some kind of a neutrality in its voice. "It's just... It was necessary. We were supposed to-"

"I know." She cut and took a look around her containment chamber. She sniffed a few times as her ears were twitching gently like satellites. "I let you catch myself." She added after a while. I don't know what did she mean by that. However one memory of the today's chase took my special attention. The last bullet shot. Could it be...?

"So my dad didn't shoot you at all." I summarized. I knew it wasn't just a mirage or a stupid illusion. That bullet never hit that worg.

"No." She answered shortly.

Since our first encounter, she's been toying with us and we were both unable to foresee the consequences of our inattention. However we could consider ourselves lucky on how the worg was described in the previous document. We weren't prepared enough for a creature like her. She was basically able to shred us apart if she wanted but she didn't do that. And I need to know, why.

The unnerving buzzing of a ceiling lamp was cut by my next question.

"You are jailed right now. Why would you do that?" I asked.

"I am not jailed. I could easily escape this thing if I wanted to." The worg simply explained moving her head to the side. I wanted her to elaborate on that, but I noticed that the chair next to mine started floating in the air just to fall down after a minute.

She wasn't lying. She was fully in control of what was happening right now, right here. And that was truly unsettling.

"Escape then. Run away. What are you waiting for?" I encouraged a bit ironically.

"I don't want to. You intrigued me." She stated. I frowned hearing her words, while it didn't make much sense to me at first, I had a feeling that it holds a deeper mystery than I initially thought it would be.

I approached the glass wall, just to have a better look on Nisha. She was in fact, a worg, looking almost like described in the SAIA document, basically a really huge wolf. She could look straight in my eyes while standing still. That's how big she was. Despite of having a blindfold. It wasn't just a blindfold, but a uniquely prepared piece of material designed for canines to not let them take it off. Even if I didn't make any sound, she approached the exact same location with only a glass wall separating our mutual presence. She sat, still pointing her muzzle in my direction.

"Well.. What did I do?" I asked.

"The words you mentioned earlier... Why am I killing people. It saved you. And your father." She stated without any emotions. "I have never heard of a question like that coming from human's lips."

I turned my look away for a bit. "But... Wasn't it just obvious? You attacked us. And you attack humans. You all kill humans."

"Did I?" She countered. "From my perspective it looked like a hunt. But I wasn't the predator. I was just defending myself." She added. There was some truth in her words, but I needed to take caution, as I was told to never trust a worg. They are manipulative.

"That doesn't change the fact, worgs killed thousands of people." I said quietly.

"Since the beginning of the mankind..." She started. "...humanity decided it is their sacred right to tell what should live and what should not. From your perspective, young human, I am a murderer. But have you ever thought, how many worgs were killed by humans?"

"But worgs can't be killed!" I emphasized.

"Or so your masters say." Nisha answered, laying on her stomach, still making a contact with me. "I may be a spiritual being, but humans love to bend their reality up to their views, so they did through the history. Your father seemed surprised I can answer his questions."

I don't know if Nisha was manipulating me or was it just a simple magic trick but there was a point in her thoughts. I blindly believed that worgs are pure evil without a second thought. Suddenly I felt an unpleasant pain in my arm, the same place that was wounded by Nisha. I put my sleeve aside to take a look, for some weird reasons my wound wasn't healing properly.

"Only I can heal that, young human." Nisha said out of nowhere, still in place. "But you would have to come closer."

"Didn't you just say that you can escape if you wanted? Why won't you just come here... Or just do it remotely?" I asked suspiciously.

"I could. But it is you who needs healing. I could kill you right now if I wanted to. The decision is up to you." She said, turning towards the wall again.

It is a fact. But can I really trust the worg? It's not like she is the reason the whole thing is going on, right? Yet, my arm hurt me even more and I don't know if I could stand a night with that wound. It was still late evening as I had a short nap before. I didn't know what to do. Out of curiosity, I decided to slide against the desktop next to the huge, metal door.

"ACCESS DENIED."

I sighed, feeling relieved as my hesitations got an answer. I turned back while I heard an electronic beep, while the desktop turned green. A short zap was heard and a voice.

"ACCESS GRANTED.

HELLO *khhhhhhh*"

I glanced at Nisha as it was probably her 'fault'. I took a deep breath and pushed slowly the door. The containment chamber was separated by one more room - decontamination tunnel. Every time a human enters and leaves the specimen's chamber, he needs to be decontaminated. My body was surrounded by a green gas, while a sound of pressure filled the whole area. It was quite unpleasant, but I assumed it was a standard procedure. Where did that technology come from, I wondered.

Finally, the decontamination procedure finished and I was able to proceed further. I entered the inside room, while my heart was beating faster with every moment. I didn't know why I had taken the risk, perhaps the Nisha attitude towards me was a factor. She could kill me, she had indeed many opportunities. But she didn't. And I needed to fix my painful arm still emanating from the previous claw attack. I should keep in mind that it was Nisha that wounded me, but at the same time she offered help. I've been thinking if she wants something in return.

"I won't hurt you, human." - Nisha said.

I took a few steps closer towards the worg. Now I had the proper chance to examine her from the close distance. She seemed to have long, spiky ears and fluffy curled fur with interesting white-ish markings irregularly placed through her whole body. I knew she had a big muzzle, but I didn't realize she could easily bite my neck off with her muzzle alone. I've read in some historic articles that thousands of years ago the fathers of our today's wolves were wandering through the Earth and they were enormous. Now I was just a step away from Nisha.

"Show me your wound." - She asked.

"Don't you need to... See stuff?" - I answered with an another question.

"I don't need my eyes to see, young human." - She explained with a certain warm in her voice. It was something new to me, as before Nisha seemed to speak to me quite dry. I moved my sleeve away as my arm had three deep cuts across my veins. The bleeding stopped some time ago, but the near area became purple mixed with dark green. It was terrifying.

"Only a worg can heal a wound made by a worg." - She said quietly. "It may hurt a little."

Nisha leaned closer towards my wound sticking out her long tongue which could compare to my pointing finger in length and moved it across the cut when I hissed from a powerful pain attack. I clenched my teeth and groaned but I felt that the wound seems to patch itself up. She ran her tongue along the second injury with my distress and unpleasantness. But the relief came afterwards, when she'd finished and sat straight as she was before. Not a single bruise nor scar was left after Nisha's treatment which was truly incredible. Was it like, real magic? It made me interested on how many other secrets she hides.

"Thank you." I mumbled.

"You are an interesting human. And I believe you haven't told me your name yet." She noticed.

"It's Alexander... For friends - Alex." - I explained having a narrow smile on my face.

"You are much more trusting than your father. Be careful on that one as you may misguide yourself someday." Nisha bowed gently in front of me. "May I ask you to take that thing off?" She naturally meant the blindfold. I went far enough already to refuse anyway, so I gently grabbed the sides and used my fingers to untie the clasps.

The blindfold felt down.

She raised her head as our eyes met with each other in the mutual moment. Her look immediately felt like a piercing sword penetrating my nerves from the top of my head down to my toes. Nisha's glowing golden eyes basically entered my shivering body when I felt a certain distinction between my physicality and my spirituality. For the first time in my life these two things felt separate. She didn't just look at me. She completely swallowed my mind with her constant powerful stare. The eyes' strength itself was enough for me to freeze feeling overwhelmed.

Then for the first time after what felt like a hour she blinked and looked away.

"I saw your heart." Nisha stated. "I know you have good intentions." She added. So this feeling was her examining me and my mind? All the reports were true, the worgs in fact can influence human's mind. But am I controlled? I feel quite okay to tell the truth.

"...and no, I didn't cast a 'spell' on you, Alex." Nisha giggled gently for the first time since I saw her. It was a weird view watching that ferocious creature from before having a short laugh. "However, I did see something else."

What did she... Oh no.

"I walk on the Earth for some time, but this is the first time I experienced something like that." Nisha explained with a slight puzzled look. "I am attractive to you. A human perceives me as attractive. Unbelievable." She shook her head in disbelief as she genuinely seemed surprised that I really liked how Nisha looked. She looked like a wolf, which was enough to gain my sympathy yet she was also intelligent and quite aware of the surrounding. My mind still wasn't sure on that, but Nisha probably read it from my subconsciousness. And that's embarrassing.

"I, uh... I don't know what to say." I murmured, quite mixed.

Nisha laughed.

"Imagine feeling a desire considered in your kind as unnatural and disgusting." She commented half-serious. "I wonder what your father would say on that."

I started regretting that I ever let her look at me without that damn blindfold.

"That's unfair! People deserve to have their own secrets, you know?" I complained. "Not mentioning that-"

I felt her muzzle sniffing around my groin poking gently my genitalia. Blood drifted inside my penis instantly as I felt her strong breath on that place. I was in total shock, when she did that. She looked up at me and smiled, now showing a beautiful display of her long, sharp teeth in her muzzle.

"I agree." She widened her grin. "Besides, I need to thank you for your trust, Alex." She whispered seductively as I was standing helplessly with my heart racing to the uncountable amounts. She bit my pants gently, unbuttoning them and pulling them down in a single motion, revealing my already erected penis. I could only stay in place, as Nisha made me weak and hungry for my unknown desires I've never known I had. She used her long, rough tongue which healed my wounds before to make a single lick along my glans making me tremble from growing arousal.

It was not right. The same beast that I hunted with my dad was now rubbing my penis with her slick tongue moving up and down the whole length, covering it with her saliva. She circled the tongue on my head, embracing it a few times around, massaging it in a slow, firm motion. She could cover my member as a whole with her mouth muscle only, making me moan through my teeth from pulsating pleasure. She knew exactly what she was doing, as my dick was diamond hard with the indescribable feeling of sexual excitement. I used to masturbate, but it was something much different, incomparable and wild.

In a single moment, she untwisted her tongue from my length, just to slide my manhood straight into her muzzle, as her fangs gently rubbed the surface from four different direction. She swallowed my cock to the very end, pushing against my stomach with her wet nose. "F-fuck....." I groaned from ecstasy, grabbing her head around her ears, as I was possible to do so, arching slightly forward being overfilled with stunning delight. Nisha started sucking me, while confidently moving her head along my length and with every time she pushed it straight to the throat I made a sound of pure enjoyment. Her tongue was slurping me under, slipping on it in different directions and the rest of her muzzle fondled me with deep touches of her wet mouth and unusual massage with a gentle touch of her teeth.

Nisha growled, moving her head a bit faster, while still pushing my penis deep into her muzzle, almost nursing on it with a constant, hard motion, mixing my precum with her dense saliva while I gripped her head a bit tighter being on the edge. The worg didn't stop, rather sped up her motion, while embracing her tongue around my glans and it was already too much for me. I instinctively started moving my legs with her head, hugging it still. "Holy sh...shit... Nisha, I..."

I screamed from pleasure after that, feeling like wave of pure pleasure and relief overcame my body as the gushes of warm semen started feeling her mouth while she was swallowing the incoming sperm with a strong desire. I don't think I've ever cum so much in my life, as another streams of white liquid were shot straight to her throat. Nisha was feeding on my semen, squishing my penis after every squirt making sure not a single drop was lost.

All this moment I was holding her as tight as my strength allowed me to do. For me, it was over, yet my body still shivered after my orgasm and Nisha still held it in her mouth, petting it gently with her tongue from the side. My body was engulfed with sweat and relief and my breathing slowed down. The feeling was so immense, some tears gathered in my eyes, while I was still trying to calm myself down.

I slipped out my penis with of her muzzle with a deep sigh, stroking against her fur with my palm. It was my first sexual experience with another living being and I certainly didn't expect that to happen with a worg. She made a single lick on my thing and looked at me with a warm smile.

"I see, you are content, Alex with what I've just done." Nisha said, while she held her head against my stomach. I petted her ears gently.

"I've never felt anything like that..." I murmured. Still needed to get a grip after all of that.

"That's good to hear. I gave you one more thing apart of sexual satisfaction. But that one you will find much later. For now, I suggest, you leave from the chamber. Your father will come back soon." She squinted her eyes and gave me a single lick on my cheek. It was... nice.

"You're right... Thank you for that... And for everything. I will come back." I promised.

"I know, you will."

I left the Nisha's room. That evening was supposed to change my whole life. Yet back then I missed one, small detail about the containment chamber.

It had a small recording camera at one of the corners.