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When I woke up and I wasn’t in my townhome, I freaked a little and jumped out of bed. I looked around and realized where I was. It was morning. Shit. What time was it? I took my phone out of my pocket and turned the screen on. Oh, thank all that was holy! I still had time to get home, get dressed, and head in to work.

I rushed out of the bedroom and nearly ran into Rickard. “Oh, hello hun. Where you off to in such a rush?”

“Work. It’s Monday and I have classes to teach.”

“Yeah, about that, I called in on your behalf. They won’t be expecting you for a week. We need that time to get you well adjusted to shifting. Your shift could come from stress at work. And while we are out in the open, I’d rather not have you shifting in front of a bunch of bio students.”

I looked at my mate, my alpha, in utter disbelief. “Alpha…”

“Besides…We need to officially bring you into the pack.”

“Whuh? I’m not part of the pack yet? What was all that paperwork I just signed for then?” I asked.

“The bureaucrats. Letting them know that there’s one more paranormal in the world. There’s a ceremony that we must attend. This night you shall come into my pack.”

“Okay. I guess that makes sense. Could you describe what is done?”

“Sure. A Circle of Stone exists in the mountain behind the Horsetooth Reservoir. It lies in the forest surrounding the Mountain itself. We go to the circle, and in front of it, we slit your hand with a ceremonial knife. Once your hand is bleeding, I slit my own, and grasp yours. ‘Upon this seal do we make a vow.’ I say, ‘I do thee vow protection and safe harbor. As long as thou art loyal, to thee I shall the same. Thy heart beats in sync with our own. Thou art welcome newcomer.’ Then I ask you to repeat after me this vow, ‘Alpha Rickard Michaels, to you I vow my upmost loyalty. Unto my dying breath shall I abide you and yours.’ You kneel and then I draw filled circle representing the full moon and the phrase ‘heze’ev vehegever hayim beshalom betokkhe.’ In the mixed blood. It means ‘The wolf and man live in peace within you.’ In Hebrew. Which they do.”

“Why Hebrew?”

“Because Hebrew is the language most high. Believe it or not, Hebrew holds holy magic within its words. It is so ancient a script it holds within it a touch of the divine. Now I’m not saying that we believe in the Hebrew God. Abraham, Isaac, Ishmael or anything within the Torah, the Tanach, the Bible or the Qur’an. We hold our own Gods. We’ve been in the background of civilization for so long, though, we’ve seen which languages truly carry magic.

“Anyways, after that, we both place our hands on one of the standing stones. The rest of the pack then goes around the stones and touches them the same as us. You’ll know the ceremony’s complete. You’ll feel it. When it’s over we enter the stone circle and dance to our heart’s content. It’s really quite spectacular.

“We bring food for the reception, so don’t worry about getting thirsty or hungry. Then when it’s midnight. We shift. And let our wolves run free.”

“It sounds like fun.” I said, albeit without much enthusiasm. If this was at night, why did I have to miss school.

“And in the meantime,” Rickard said with a sultry look. He walked me into a wall and planted a possessive kiss upon my lips, his tongue begged entry. I let him in, after all he was supposed to be my mate, why would I refuse. Our tongues battled for dominance as I let out a needy moan. He chuckled into the kiss before his tongue receded and he broke the kiss. “We mate.”

I let out a soft moan. He led me back into the bedroom and shut the door, kissing me the entire way. “Oh Rickard!” I moaned as my knees hit the bed and I fell back, him following me and rekindling the kiss, only breaking it to remove his shirt and unbutton his jeans. He was beautiful. This wasn’t my first time seeing him in the nude, but the first time he was revealing himself to me in this way. He was so sensual and erotic in his movements, if I hadn’t been hard already, I would be now.

School was completely subsumed by the need and want I was feeling for the man atop me. I was so lucky to have found my mate so quickly after becoming a wolf. “Claim me, my mate,” I whispered in his ear as he kissed down my neck.

Nibbling on the skin where my shoulder met my neck he chuckled, and a muffled, “You’re overdressed, my mate.” Came to my ears. I let out a breathy laugh as I took my shirt off as Rickard continued to nibble, only coming up to allow me to lift my shirt over my head. He undid the button on the jeans I was wearing, and I lifted into the air. He pulled them and my boxers down in one fell swoop. Revealing my achingly hard five-incher. “Cute.” Rick quipped before engulfing the whole thing down to the root. I let out the loudest moan of my life as the warm wetness squeezed my shaft oh so sweetly.

He languished there for a time. Just letting the rhythmic pull of his muscles work my shaft. As passive as it was, just the sensation alone had me on the precipice before too long. “Uhn…s…stop! I don’t w…erf…anna cum so soon.”

He gave me the most amusing facial expression I’d ever seen. It was such a plaintive look. And then he sucked so hard, it felt like my member might just fall off. I groaned and let it come. And came it did. More forceful and productive than any of my other trysts. “Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk!”

When he pulled off chuckling, I looked down to see my penis was not as it should be. Instead, at the base of the shaft was a large protuberance which seemed to mimic the bulbus glandis penis of canine phalli. “Uhm…What is that?”

“Hmmm?” He looked down at my shaft and chuckled mildly, “That, my dear Watson, is a knot.”

“I…I know. But…Why do I have a knot?”

“Because you’re a wolf shifter, now. Wolf shifters have knots in human form as well. The cat shifters have spines on their glans and shark shifters…well let’s just say that the reproductive anatomy of the shifter’s animal form affects the shifter’s human form’s anatomy.”

“Oh. Uhm…interesting.”

He stood, his maleness still at full hardness, even after that…less than arousing discussion. I adored the sight of my mate. He was perfect. He was thin, but muscled. His body wafted power throughout the room. He clambered up over me until he caught my lips with his. Breaking the kiss, he said, “In homosexual matings, both partners must seed the other. During the peak, I’m going to bite. It’s going to sting for a second but then it will be the most euphoric feeling you will have ever felt.”

“Stop stalling…fuck me.” I quipped. He chuckled and kissed me again. He pushed himself up and rearranged us so that my legs were resting on his shoulders at the knee and my ass was raised to meet the tip of his cock.

At this point, I could care less if he prepared me. I was needy as fuck after he gave me such a fantastic blowjob—I had a feeling that my wolf was helping out, too—and wanted him in me as quickly as he could get it in. He pressed forward, spreading my cheeks and breeching my ring as if it weren’t there at all. As he pushed forward he brought himself in for another kiss. I moaned into the kiss.

He gently rocked back and forth working up a rhythm that had me moaning like a bitch in heat. He kept it up for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes and then I felt that sensation at the bottom of my spine that let me know I was going to cum. “Do it! Do it now” I shouted breathlessly.

He lunged forward, lips pulled back and teeth bared. His canines dropping and resembling a wolf’s fangs before they sang into the flesh at the crook of my neck. I came as his fangs sank into me. And I felt a tightness and warmth overtake my core. He pulled his teeth out and licked the wound while panting breathlessly. I sunk into the bed as my second orgasm of the day left me feeling like I’d just run a marathon. At full tilt.

He collapsed onto his side and pulled me into a hug, “Sorry. I won’t shrink for a good fifteen, twenty minutes. We’ll be here a while.”

“Oh…ok.” I replied

***

We’d dozed a while. While I wanted to return the favor, and complete our mating ceremony, we had the pack joining ceremony to complete. We got in Rickard’s truck and headed up the mountain a ways. When we got to the site I gasped. It was beautiful. About sixteen pillars of rough-hewn, grey stone were arranged in a near-perfect circle. And though we were in the thick of winter, the grass inside the circle of stone was completely green. A healthy, watered, beautiful dark green which I’d not seen except in the perfectly manicured lawns of the rich and wealthy.

The clearing in which the circle sat…was silent. Not the natural, birds-chirping-in-the-background calm of the wild. This clearing held no background noise whatsoever. That was weird. To see something of such natural beauty, mixed with the ethereal unease that came from the lack of background noise.

For creatures with a sense of smell as strong as a human’s sense of sight, the lack of any scents was also quite disturbing. I mean, I could smell me, the truck, and Rickard. But no scent of stone, no scent of grass, no scent of wilderness. It was definitely odd.

“Looks like we’re the first here. Just as it should be.” Rickard mused as he exited the Truck beside me. He kissed me on the lips quickly before walking toward the circle. I followed, adjusting the jeans that Rickard had let me borrow to hide the hard-on he’d given me. “Dammit, Alpha.”

He chuckled. “C’mon. This ceremony won’t start itself, y’know.”

I went over to the circle and we waited as the others showed themselves. I was correct in my guess of at least a hundred and fifty shifters. The pack numbered about that. The clearing filled with at least fifty large SUVs and out of them piled the pack.

The pack filed around the circle of stone and they all placed their hands on one of the giant monoliths. Each monolith stood at least twenty feet high and at least ten feet wide. The circle itself had to have a diameter of at least a football field. It was simply huge. And beautiful. When the rest of the pack had arranged themselves around the Circle of Stone. Rickard bade me follow. And follow I did. He placed his hand on the stone and a burst of air whooshed from the circle of stone. “Whoah.” I whispered.

“Whoah, indeed.” Rickard chuckled. Then to the pack in a tone that seemed to carry the weight of the world, “Anachno netsayim beshalom.”

The pack—the entire pack—repeated him. “Heze’evim vehegeverim hayim beshalom betokno.“ He said. Again, the pack repeated. It was creepy. It sounded a bit like some kind of cult. Again, a rush of air assailed me. “Comest thou. Coulter MacNamara of Fort Collins. Recently turned. Comest thou to the Circle of Stone.”

I did as he bade. I came in front of him. “Give me thy right hand.” I did. He pulled out a knife. Its blade was the shiny black of obsidian. Dragon-glass. And it gleamed in the moonlight. He brought the knife upon my palm and drew its edge across. A bead of red followed the blade. Though little pain followed the cut. He then brought the blade to his own right hand. He then grasped my hand in a gentleman’s shake. It felt odd. My years in biology had me squirming in my mind at the idea of all of the blood-born pathogens we could be sharing. “Upon this seal do we make a vow,” he said, “I do thee vow protection and safe harbor. As long as thou art loyal, to thee I shall the same. Thy heart beats in sync with our own. Thou art welcome newcomer. Now repeatest thou after me: Alpha Rickard Michaels, to you I vow my upmost loyalty. Unto my dying breath shall I abide you and yours.”

“Alpha Rickard Michaels, to you I vow my upmost loyalty. Unto my dying breath shall I abide you and yours.” Rickard nodded after I repeated his words. He then unclasped our hands and with the blood cupped within his hands, he drew a filled circle and in Hebrew wrote:

HEZE’EV VEHEGEVER HAYIM BESHALOM BETOKCHE

He looked so proud in that moment, “Coulter MacNamara of Fort Collins. Standest thou with the knowledge that thou art now of the Horsetooth Wilds Pack.” I stood, “Joinst thou me and mine in paying homage to Úlfilas, god to wolfmen everywhere.”

He guided me with my open palm to place it upon our stone and then again in that voice weighed upon by the world preyed thusly:

“Úlfilas, God to wolfmen. Tonight, we pay homage to you in blood. Your divine nose shall guide our newcomer to your bosom. Take him into your heart and let him into our pack as you have so many others.”

Again, a gust of wind seemed to blow outward from the center of the Circle and it seemed to affect everyone. “Thank you, Úlfilas! Anachno netsayim beshalom!”

I joined in this time, “Anachno netsayim beshalom!”

We broke from the circle and filed back to our trucks and SUVs. Heading back to the pack house. “Oh my god, that was so cool.” I exclaimed eloquently.

Rickard chuckled. “Welcome, my mate. I’m glad you thought that was cool.”

“What was with the winds tonight?”

“Oh, that wasn’t wind.”

“What?”

“It was a shockwave of magic. The Circle of Stone is our connection to Úlfilas. He holds court within the Circle.”

“So, wait, is that Circle for all packs?”

“No. It’s our pack’s. To answer your next question. Yes, each pack has a similarly built Henge.”

“Whoah!”

“Yes.”

He pulled into the parking lot of the pack house and parked into his reserved spot. “Let’s go and get some grub.”

We went inside and partied the night away with the pack. I’d never felt so welcome and at home in my entire life. Towards the end of the night, as everyone was shuffling out to go to their respective homes, Rickard stole me away to our bedroom to finish the mating ceremony. It was probably one of the few times I’d enjoyed topping in my life.