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A Lot to Chance

Written by Leo_Todrius and Wolfy

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Fall, Winter, Spring and Summer. The wheel of time kept turning as it had for eons. The wild grasses grew tall, went fallow, dyed and regrew in the blink of an eye while the timeless mountains watched over everything between their borders. Some things, however, did change. Where great herds of buffalo once had roamed, now massive sixteen wheelers lumbered along highways. The vehicles grunted and sputtered and bellowed just as much as the buffalo had, gathering at their communal watering hole to drink between great migrations.

Anchor's Cross had once been little more than a gas station and a diner that faithfully remained open twenty four hours. It had been frequented by truckers from all the shipping companies and it had started to grow over the years. The on and off ramps had been improved with long haul trucks in mind and the gas station had been expanded a half dozen times. What had been a quick convenience mart had practically become a mini-mall, serving brands of soda and easy-access food that no other store in the state had. Both the gas station and the market were clad in bright yellow signage that glowed like a miniature sun even in the middle of the night.

As inviting as the gas station was, however, the open lots that had sprouted up behind the diner was where most of the activity had sprouted. So much of being a trucker was trying to safely navigate between idiotic drivers on the highways and through critically congested streets in the city. Anchor Cross was one of the few places built by and for truckers. The lot was spacious and had a few amenities. There were four national park grade public restrooms, two of which even had shower facilities. There were picnic tables for anyone that didn't mind the smell of exhaust, but most importantly; it was just far enough from the highway and the gas station that it broke the monotony of the rise and fall of headlights, tail lights and traffic noise. Out here, there were crickets chirping and the gentle sway of summer grasses.

A sudden churning growl came as a truck turned off the road and pulled into the lot. Amber lights gleamed like static fireflies clinging to the edges of the truck. The lug nuts on the huge wheels spun like spikes on a Roman centurion's chariot. There were a few prime spots in the lot but the truck passed them all, opting to head towards the back of the lot. It would make getting out that much more of a challenge in the morning, but the driver didn't seem to care. The vehicle slowed and came to a pinpoint stop inside some weather worn painted lines, perfectly aligned. The engine shut off with a few protesting sputters before falling nearly silent. The only sound it made then was the tings and pings as the engine cooled off and the metal began to contract around the workhorse of an engine.

It took Hudson a moment to feel the vibration fade from his hands and feet. He took a moment to breathe, letting his chest rise and fall. Some called the sound of the road the siren song of the truckers. To acclimate to it and lose focus was inviting death. That's why Hudson tried to make as much of a contrast as he could when he finally gave in to sleep. The door to the truck cab popped open and he stepped down, boots grabbing the steel step just below the door, giving him leverage before dropping the rest of the way to the cement. Hudson was thirty nine years old, his shaggy brown hair a little long along the nape of his neck and a little thin at the crown of his head. His black jeans seemed comfortably worn in, almost soft and his black shirt was equally worn, hugging the start of a bit of a belly. While time had started to dig its hooks into Hudson, he still had youthful cheeks and hadn't developed many wrinkles. His cheeks were covered with a bit of stubble, though it was thicker along his upper lip and chin.

Across the parking lot, Shawn was still putting his bag back together from his time spent with yet another trucker to make his way from one place in the country to another. He was of average height and average looks, but very nice and would always offer his driver to pay for the trip in one way or another. Shawn was twenty-five years old, five-feet and nine inches tall, two-hundred pounds on the nose giving him an average build that didn't stand out as too skinny or too fat… just in that golden zone of perfection, though Shawn never thought of himself as such. Shawn had a nice, smooth and clean shaven face currently from having recently used the showers at another stop a few hours back, which allowed his decent jawline to show, but it was also soft and supple as a bit of the fat on his body filled in at his face. Shawn also looked like the kind of guy that worked out now and then, but being on the road and traveling as much as he did… he never had the opportunity to get buff or anything… he just didn't look like some slouch. Shawn, always vigilant of his surroundings, took a moment to pause and see if there were any threats coming their way, catching his reflection in the side mirror. His eyes were a beautiful mix of greens and blues in a starburst pattern; his teeth were mainly white, though slightly stained from the things he'd eat and drink, while his canines on both sets were sharp and pointed, so much so that when he'd smile or grin and show his teeth… people always got a sense that he might be vicious or someone not to mess with. The former couldn't have been further from the truth, but as an officer… the latter was definitely true because even though he wasn't the fittest guy around… he could definitely hold his own.

Some truckers would take the younger, decent looking guy up on his offer, while others didn't and said that his company on the long open road was payment enough. Shawn was glad for those drivers to come along, though they were few and far between these days because the world had devolved into a “me, me, me" mentality. They might as well have had bumper stickers that said “What's in it for me?" Given Shawn had been at this for a bit of time, collecting things on his travels, he knew the rules of the road. You always compensated the driver and that was that. Truckers were also his vice and if Shawn could get a ride for compensation that didn't require money… that was better… considering life as a bit of a vagabond wasn't one where money was easy to make.

As Shawn hopped down from the equally massive rig, he waved goodbye to the beefy trucker he had been riding with for at least the last day or so until they came to a point where he was no longer going in Shawn's particular direction. The thing was, where Shawn was going, most truckers avoided it like the plague. Not only was it off the beaten path and disconnected from nearly every transport hub for a hundred and fifty miles, there was also some strange… if not crazy… superstition about where he wanted to go. Many stories had been passed around on the CB to stay away from 'Kendall's Run' as it was known.

Apparently, many, many years ago a guy by the name of Kendall had a load that he needed to get to where it was going faster than what his GPS was telling him to go. He didn't know why the GPS was taking him a roundabout way, and thinking it was nothing more than an error… Kendall went and used the pass that he knew was a straight shot from where he was to where he needed to go. As the story went, Kendall took the route he knew very well, was on the CB the entire time and everything seemed fine. However, those who were on the CB with him were having a grand ol' conversation with Kendall, but then suddenly Kendall's end went eerily silent.

All of the truckers that were on the road in the area that night were concerned and tried to get him back, but they received nothing. Coworkers of Kendall's knew where the load came from and where the load was going, since they worked for the same company, and discovered Kendall never made it to drop off the load. Naturally the company that had hired him activated the lojack on the truck to see if they could find the vehicle and it hadn't checked in at any of the designated check in points. They got nothing… not even a trace of a signal from the truck. It was as if he had disappeared off the face of the Earth. From that point forward, truckers avoided that pass like the plague. It was banned from use by all trucking companies and the route was officially stricken from allowable GPS navigational instructions.

The problem for Shawn was that he had to get to the town along the infamous route that used Kendall's Run in order to pick up a very rare item that he had been looking for to be added to his collection of odd antiques and anything old and strange. The thing was, the owner of the item was quite vague about it, only contacting him once through email and told Shawn that he had a very special item that he thought Shawn would kill in order to add to his collection. However, he wouldn't say exactly what it was and only told Shawn that he would show it to him in person. Shawn knew this was going to be a major issue for him, but surely there had to be someone that would be willing to take a route people aren't supposed to go to prove that it was just a strange coincidence that Kendall disappeared that night.

As Shawn's eight inch black ankle boots touched the ground beneath the thick soles of his feet, Shawn bounced up and down on the balls of his feet a couple times and started to head to the main building of the truckstop. The weight of his travel pack rested heavy on his shoulders and weighed him down a good bit, but he was used to it after all this time. Inside were his toiletries, several changes of clothes and something odd that he picked up along the way with Hank - the last driver he was with - when Hank was busy dropping off the load he had.

Shawn was very eager to get a look at it. As a rule he tended not to look at the items he collected around the drivers since they tended to either want it or something more substantial as compensation. Still, his curiosity had caught him and when Hank inquired what it was, Shawn told him it was supposedly imbued with a curse or some ancient magic. Hank had not only believed Shawn, but he had forbade it being out of the case that it was sealed inside of for the rest of the route. Needing the ride, though a bit dismayed, Shawn obeyed Hank's rules and didn't think about it again until he was rummaging through the pack to make sure he had everything that belonged to him.

The moonlight washed over Shawn's light blue collared, three button polo shirt that he was wearing untucked from his unassuming black belt and silver buckle looped through a pair of denim jeans that went down to his booted feet that fit snugly over his white ankle socks. As he walked to the building, Hudson's rig parked, hissed and shuddered as the engine cut off and the driver popped out, making his way toward the Anchor Cross Market and into Shawn's path. Being the polite younger man that Shawn was, he nodded his head and excused himself with a smile toward the older slightly balding man dressed in all black, wondering where he was headed and if he could hitch a ride… so long as it was in the direction of Kendall's Run.

“Quite an evening. It's good to see so many stars out here." Hudson said to the young man. It was more of a greeting than truckers usually gave, but Hudson noted that the young man's backpack made him look like a bit of a hiker. The evening breeze filtered through Hudson's hair, making it flutter a little. Shawn smiled at the trucker, glad for the polite chit-chatty conversation that the new trucker started. He looked up at the nighttime sky and nodded quietly,

“It definitely is! It is wonderful being out here in the open road and away from the light pollution the cities gave that muted the majority of the nighttime stars. Gives you the ability to have far more appreciation for the beauty and splendor of nature, doesn't it?" Shawn asked the trucker as they were both headed toward the main building of the truck stop. The trucker grinned at that.

“It's rare to find someone these days that looks up at the universe instead of down at a screen. But then again, with that backpack I guess you're used to nature?" Hudson asked.

“Yeah… I tend to go backpacking across the country often. I am a bit of a free spirit, never liked being tied down to one place. I mean… I have a place I call home where I have my things, but I prefer to be out on the open road. I am a collector of strange and old antiques. Nothing larger than would fit in my pack…" Shawn said, pointing to the backpack on his back and continued, “Things like old tomes and trinkets that have history and are believed to be linked to the paranormal and the supernatural. In fact, on my way here, I happened to pick up a statuette of a bipedal, monstrous and vicious looking wolfman. The store owner said there was a curse around it, but what it was and what it would do… he didn't know. He said there was supposedly an inscription on it that would activate the curse, but I didn't see anything. When I asked him about the inscription, he said he never saw one, but the person that sold it to me knew about it because it was an item in his family for several generat

ions and all of them could see and read it." Many would have taken such a story and run for the hills, but Hudson merely smiled at how invested the young man was.

Shawn sighed as he turned his gaze to the stars, seeing a few shooting stars and all of the brilliant stars in the Milky Way galaxy, seeing what people referred to as 'the Rift' and just took in the splendor of it all. He'd criss-crossed the country before all across America, but this… this was the first stop of likely many that would be needed to get him where he was going. Shawn didn't mind it though, it was rare to ever find a trucker that was going his way the entire way and it gave him time, like tonight, to stop and take in the beauty of the natural night sky.

“So… where are you headed anyway? You wouldn't be headed toward 'Kendall's Run' would you?" Shawn decided to ask, not putting too much thought into what he was saying because no one ever went that way.

“Kendall's what? Is that some sort of park or something?" Hudson asked as they spanned the distance toward the market itself. The beautiful stars were replaced by the intense yellow glow of the gas station.

“Wait… you don't know about Kendall's Run?! I thought every trucker knew about it! It's pretty infamous. Basically, there's superstition to avoid a particular pass because of a story about a trucker going missing. His name was Kendall and it was his run, hence the name." Shawn explained, then continued, “It's a pass, highway fifty-four I believe it is, that's a shortcut between interstates seventy-five and forty-five on the east coast…" in order to give Hudson an idea where it is. “I am gonna guess and say that if you didn't know about the superstition… then you've taken it plenty of times and have lived to tell the tale… am I right?" Hudson reached out to open the door to the market for Shawn, reaching up to scratch at his chin as he contemplated.

“No, but I was heading up that way… But why do you want to go where someone got murdered or whatever?" Hudson asked curiously, not certain he believed in such superstitions.

“That's the fun bit, as you could say. I collect strange and let's say… curious artifacts. Been a hobby I started with my dad and I continued on. He was into the weird, despite my mom's admonition of him for collecting the bizarre 'crap' as she would say. Since I was a curious lad, taking after my dad, I saw all of the cool stuff in his collection and one day we went on a road trip to get something and I have been addicted to it ever since. So… I am going towards 'Kendall's Run' because there is a town there where a collector who knew my dad and subsequently me, contacted me about something he has, but will only show it to me. I know… I know… I am putting a lot at stake by doing this, but it wouldn't be my first bust if it turns out that way. Dad and I had been burned a number of times…" Shawn said with a nonchalant grin, shrugged his shoulders and continued, “but… life is an adventure and it's all about risk versus reward, right? You always miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take… as dad would always say. So… here I am!" Shawn ended with a jovial chuckle and an innocent smile that would make anyone shake their head sideways, smiling, and wonder about Shawn. Some might say he's nuts, naive or worse. Some might think he's brave and adventurous, wishing they could do the same at his age, but everyone would have to say that what he was doing was definitely different.

“So you're trying to head someplace no one is willing to go? Hitchhiking all the way? That's not exactly the safest in this day and age." Hudson said thoughtfully as he grabbed a hand basket and started to select goods for the drive ahead, “You ever have a ride go wrong?" he asked cautiously.

“Well… sort of. I acknowledge the risk people don't want to take going that route. As far as the risk, believe me, I hear it from my mother all the time. Dad always cheers me on, and is jealous of the travels I have had without him, but he's up in age now and knows he can't do what we used to. As far as him being murdered… no one knows what happened to him. He, the truck and the load just disappeared. Couldn't find it on the tracking software for the rig or the trailer. No one has seen or ever heard from him. For all we know… he slipped into another dimension, drove through a 'stargate' or could have had his whole damn rig abducted by aliens with him in it. No one knows, so… speculation runs rampant. So… I am just trying to go as far as I can by being given a ride there, from that point on… I will walk it if I have to. My dad would be ashamed if I let something slip through my fingers, so… on I go." Shawn said, walking alongside the big guy, feeling as though he was walking with his dad, both because of their relative height and the unspoken feeling of comfortability and familiarity.

Hudson continued to pick out items from the coolers and the shelves, filling his basket, but he kept looking over at the young man. Sure his approach had been eclectic and unusual, but there was no doubting his determination and drive. Hudson had no doubt that the young man truly WOULD walk the rest of the way if he had to. Despite the fact that he was filling up his basket with snacks, his mind was calculating routes and distances, trying to imagine just what part of the upcoming stretch of road was this proverbial 'Kendall's Run'. Once that was figured out, Hudson turned his attention to the likelihood that the driver simply stole his cargo, dropped his lojack and went off grid. An urban legend could have easily sprung up with a driver going AWOL.

“A ride going wrong?" Shawn's question broke the silence, “Hmm… that is a good question, maybe years ago before I was savvy and knew the ways of the road. Being gay, but not comfortable with who I was, did put a hitch into my travels early on. No ride ever went fully sideways because I always paid my way in one form or another, like buying food or whatever the trucker needed that they were out of… like toiletries and the like. Those who wanted me to perform sexually, well… they still got things they wanted in the end… just not that. Now that I am comfortable with who I am as a gay man… I have, let's say… broadened my horizons quite a bit from those early days." Shawn said with a wink and a grin, dancing between the words, dropping innuendos and the like while knowing he'd catch on. That admission certainly had caught Hudson off guard, though he smiled and the light of the fridge caught the fuzz on his upper lip as he smirked.

“That couldn't have been easy. Truckers are a rowdy and wild bunch. Half of them wouldn't have taken that particular revelation well, and the other half might have been awfully disappointed when your fare took the form of toilet paper. Still, I have to give you respect… and I'm pretty sure I have to give you a ride too." Hudson said as he resumed his shopping, selecting from a veritable bouquet of jerky sticks on display. Shawn smiled wide, looking at the man sideways, uncertain regarding his choice of words.

“You're pretty sure you have to give me a ride, eh? Why is that? There isn't anything that you absolutely have to do." Shawn said, looking at the snacks he was piling into the bin and wondered why he wasn't getting anything substantive. “You honestly don't have to give me a ride, but I would greatly appreciate it if you are going that way…" He said with a pause, then continued further, “... if you did give me a ride, perhaps that's worth an actual meal? 'Kendall's Run' is more than fifteen hours away from here, so… you will have to shack up at least once before we get there and that would give both of us time for a quality meal. I get the snacks because they last longer, but you don't get a whole lot of nutrition out of them."

“Fifteen hours…" Hudson mused, nodding to himself as he cross checked the mental math he had run, “A meal sounds like a fair deal. Have you been to the diner here before?" He asked with a smile. However the next few days went, they were sure to be interesting.

“More than fifteen hours…" Shawn corrected him, knowing full well the same regulations that required regular stops for rest. “I have actually, it is really good stuff, but you're gonna need a proper meal later on the trip. If you want to start things off right… we could have a meal together. That would give me time to check out the wolf statuette I came across with the last trucker… Hank. He forbade me from looking at it because it was supposedly cursed and an inscription was on it… but I never saw one during my quick once over of it." Shawn said, his enthusiasm bubbling out at finally having the opportunity to examine it, though it was cut off as Shawn silently cursed himself for blabbing about the curse since that was what kept him from examining his prize in the first place. “He looked absolutely terrified of the thing and actually yelled at me to get it away from him." Hudson's smile turned into a mild frown as he wandered up towards the checkout counter.

“I apologize for the reaction of my fellow driver. I promise I won't interfere on whatever archaeology or anthropology you're trying to conduct." he smirked, setting the hand basket on the counter. An absolutely exhausted looking nineteen year old with bags under his eyes almost as dark as his hair began to scan the items and bag them up, working as if he was an automaton. After a few moments Hudson fished the appropriate amount of cash out of his pocket and paid for items rendered and walked out of the market and back into the cool air.

“I just have to drop this off at my truck and then I'll be in. Why don't you go grab us a seat at the diner?" Hudson suggested.

Shawn just smiled as the bigger trucker apologized for the guy he may not have even known. All of the truckers out on the open road typically tend to cross paths in one way or another; either in person there at the truck stop with the market and the diner, the numerous truck stops located all over the country or across the airways of the CB radio. Shawn knew it was possible for him to know Hank, but it was just as likely that he didn't.

“Yeah… I can do that!" Shawn said excitedly. The two left the market behind, heading off on their different trajectories through the night. Shawn clutched his large backpack against his chest after slinging it from his back to his front effortlessly, relieved that he had found such a cool trucker. Only then had it dawned on him that neither of them had ever been properly introduced and it was not good road etiquette to forget the basics like a guy's name. He would have to fix that as soon as possible. Then again, he was going to have plenty of time on the way to Kendall's Run.

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So much of society rose with the sun and set a little after it did. People talked about sidewalks rolling up when cities slept, but Anchor's Cross never did. It was both eerie and calming how there was never a lull in activity. There was no rise or fall of the tides. Drivers came at all hours, day and night. Some were kitted out with extra lights that made them seem like something out of a science fiction movie, but most operated with the same orange guiding lights to indicate their movements through the darkened lot. That was what made the Gas Station, Market and Diner beacons that shone out. No matter what time of day it was, the establishment stood ready to serve the drivers.

Shawn moved through the flow of people coming and going from the entrance effortlessly despite the surprising number of people, seeing that the inside of the diner was just as lively… if not more. As he approached the tall, skinny, light brown wooden podium that was for the host or the hostess to greet their diners, he was told just a second by a disembodied voice that had walked away seating another guest or several as he was spotted, but he didn't spot them or who was seated.

Suddenly a young man, no older than his twenties, dashed to the podium and was seemingly out of breath from trying to keep up with the traffic of the very busy diner as Shawn noticed the somewhat hushed roar of several people talking amongst themselves inside the dining establishment. The man was about a buck seventy five, average build with a little bit of muscle definition in his chest and arms, but also clearly had the start of a paunchy belly. His arms were hairy, not overly so like a pelt, but definitely noticeable with the darker hair color that matched his auburn feathered head of hair. Speaking of hair, Shawn noticed his young and supple face was dusted with the start of a shadow that would grow into a full beard; at least a day's growth… possibly more. Shawn didn't know the guy, but that wasn't going to stop him from complimenting the man.

“Hey there! Gotta say, I like the beard you got coming in! I think men with facial hair look much better. It says something about their personality just like styling your head of hair." He said smiling to the man, whom he identified as Rick from his name tag pinned to his uniform shirt. The attendant seemed to blush faintly, but the corner of his lips curled into a smile. Shawn pressed on. “Looks pretty busy!"

“Yeah… Never a dull moment around here. Anchor's Cross is one of the largest truck stops in the country. It's at the crossroads of two of the nation's biggest and busiest interstates." Rick replied, sounding as if he'd said that particular phrase several times before but hadn't lost enthusiasm for it. “So… will it be just one today?" He asked, noticing even more truckers, both men and women walking through the door behind Shawn. Shawn glanced over his shoulder and noticed the throng as well.

“It'll be two, my plus one is running to his truck at the moment, but he'll be in momentarily. If you could seat me somewhere that I could keep an eye on the entry, I will just wave him on in to give you just a tad bit of help." Shawn offered.

Rick smiled again at the offer and raised up on the balls of his feet, looking around and noticed that one such spot had just opened. He motioned for Shawn to follow as he led him to the booth with two menus in his hand and weaved through the spaces between the previously seated diners at some point in their meal. Shawn slipped his backpack into the red leather booth to get it out of the way as he sat down, scooting over to take up prime position. As Rick darted off, Shawn looked around in appreciation at the decor.

The diner appeared to have been recently renovated, bringing it more in line with upscale dining establishments without losing the accessibility to their primary clientele. There were colored glass shades over the lights and fancy wooden partition walls that rose above the booths for added privacy. It felt a little cozy and for that, Shawn was glad because it allowed him to check out his artifact more discreetly. Without prying eyes all around, Shawn tugged his pack back over to him and opened the flaps. He leaned over slightly to his right and opened the pack, slowly removing the clothing he had wrapped around the statuette to keep it from breaking accidentally. By the time he was unfurling the protective wrap, the front door opened and Hudson entered. Spotting Shawn, he moved over with easy strides.

“Is that the item in question?" Hudson asked curiously as he sat down across the table from him, getting used to the reupholstered leather cushion. Shawn nodded with a smile.

“Yes Sir… uhh… we never did exchange names… did we? My name is Shawn."

“My bad." Hudson blushed a little, “Hudson, like the river," he apologized. Shawn smiled and nodded.

“As far as the item Hank, the last trucker I was with, wouldn't let me check out… this is it. It is just a statuette of a werewolf… it's just a really well detailed handcrafted statuette. Here… you check it out." Shawn said as he handed the trucker the statuette for him to look over. Hudson accepted it, turning it over in his hand. While he was no expert, it was harder to place its origin than he would have expected. It was made of stone, at least as far as Hudson could tell. The style didn't cry out any specific culture that he was aware of. The features were blocky but there were details that were elegantly carved in relief and contrast. It was only then that Hudson's finger brushed something engraved near the bottom.

“Is this the inscription?" he asked, trying to remember in the vast sea of information Shawn had given him if he'd talked about the writing on the statue or not.

“Wait… you see an inscription?! What does it say because to me, there's nothing that I can see?" Shawn said bewildered and befuddled, but continued. “I mentioned that the person who sold it to me said there was supposedly one, but he couldn't see it either. He thought the inscription had been worn down over time considering how old it supposedly was."

“It's down here at the bottom…" Hudson said in confusion, “I mean, maybe the lighting was bad before? But… I mean…" he bit his bottom lip for a moment as he focused, “De hominibus… qui se vertunt in lupos…" he murmured. In his hand, the statuette started to feel warmer. Shawn's eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face,

“Go on… this is fascinating…" He said, hanging on the man's every word, wanting to know more about what apparently was hidden from certain people. He had heard about something like this from one of the tomes his dad acquired a decade ago; it was an illusion created to keep it secret to the majority of the world and only those it was meant for would be allowed to read it. Hudson seemed hesitant but continued. As the words slipped off his tongue, they became more fluid, sinewy, worming around definition and understanding. His voice seemed to take on a harmonic echo, a resonance that vibrated just beneath the surface. The words ceased sounding latin or greek and became something else.

As Hudson read, it became clear that there were more words than could sit on the statuette. The background ambiance of the diner seemed to be pushed back. There were no clinks of knives and forks against ceramic plates, no taps of glasses being set down on wooden tabletops. The chatter of other patrons became a seamless broiling like the ocean, all of it held back by Hudson's words. They carried a weight and power, all emanating from this man at a nexus of his life sitting before the young traveler.

As Shawn sat there, listening to the words, some of them he recognized as being Latin. He wondered what the words translated to in English. He would have to see if the big guy would be able to write them down since Shawn couldn't see them. As Hudson was reading and the words were drifting through the air of the diner, the bathroom door situated carefully out of view at the end of the row slipped open. Another large figure stepped out, taking only a stride and a half when the words started to sink in. He could feel… something stirring and knew something was wrong. Eyes widened in dawning horror. Had the kid read the inscription? I thought only people of my bloodline could see and read it?! Hank thought to himself in confusion, looking to see if he could spot Shawn. Hank felt his heart pump in two quick and successive beats, making him weak in the knees, stumbling slightly before the momentary weakness was replaced with a shot of adrenaline.

“Fuck… I got to stop whoever is reading that!" He muttered to himself as a pleasant growl escaped his throat, “Fuck that, this actually feels good!" A darker part of himself thought, overriding his normal thinking as his eyes dilated and he sniffed the air. A dark and sinister grin grew on his face as he filtered through countless aromas dancing in the air, smelling a number of people at the truck stop. Many of them carried the subtle scent of his kin - kin that needed awakening! “N… no…! Mu-st… st-op… them!" Hank's normal train of thought snapped back as he fought to walk several steps, but found that he couldn't even take a single step forward from how weak in the knees he was from the unlocking spell being spoken and subsequently cast by someone that didn't know what they were unleashing.

“Please sir… Hudson… do go on! I must hear the whole Latin inscription spoken. Perhaps when you are done, you could write it down for me so that I might be able to translate it into English to understand what is written and what you are speaking?" Shawn asked pleasantly, encouraging Hudson to continue. Hudson felt a strange surge at being called Sir. He knew he was certainly old enough to be termed such, but hearing it out loud… then again, he was feeling a great many things at the moment. He felt younger, somehow, more viral. His knees didn't ache, his tailbone didn't hurt, and his mouth was watering.

“Et sic ebulliet sanguis et luna eterna resurget in aeternum…" Hudson intoned, unable to stop himself, his bones practically vibrating as he spoke the words out loud. The sound of the diner came snapping back in so fast that it almost hurt, crashing against their eardrums. In the midst of the clatter and clamor of such a busy restaurant, the two heard faint murmurs and moans from a few of the other patrons scattered throughout the establishment. Hudson still felt energized from the words, although he looked up to see a broad shouldered, huffing and puffing fellow trucker lurching towards their table.

Just before Hudson uttered the next portion of the unlocking spell, Hank was able to spot Shawn sitting at a booth, a booth that was very close to where he had been sitting, with another man in his late thirties with a thick, somewhat dark shadow on his face. With the pause in the reading of the inscription, Hank was able to regain his strength and the side of him that he knew was back in command of the helm. Hank knew that there wasn't much time to stop him and if much more was read… he didn't know if he'd even still want to. Hank began walking through the diner with an increased pace, but not a full out sprint because he didn't want to create a scene. Hank deftly started to maneuver through the large dining area, but worried he wouldn't get there in time.

As Hudson continued reading the inscription out loud, an invisible wave of energy erupted out from him that hit Hank and several other patrons inside Anchor Cross, causing them all to moan in pleasure… a moan that continued to awaken a part inside of them all that was dark, powerful and sinister. The wave of pleasure stopped Hank in his tracks once more, as he moaned out while the side he was trying to fight grew much stronger. Hank felt a rush of heat burst out from the core of his body that rushed outward into the numerous ends of his body, as a tingling replaced the heat he felt at the tips of his fingers, toes, head and most noticeably in his cock and balls that made him start becoming erect. “Fuck yes brother, that's it! Release us from our prison!" The newer voice in him roared as it grew stronger, stopping Hank in his tracks, thankfully right before colliding with a young man in his late teens carrying a bucket full of dirty dishes from the tables he had just bussed to allow new patrons a chance to sit and eat.

“N-no! P-please… st-op reading that… especially out-lo-ud!" Hank heard himself scream in his own head, thinking he had actually said the words out loud, but nothing had been vocalized. The darker, sinister voice that Hank heard in his own mind spoke out again as he felt the part of him he always knew fading. “Oh no! He's not going to stop… he's freeing us finally after all of these years! He's undoing what was done so long ago when magic was known to the world and practiced openly or even in secret for the darker magics… the same blood magic that locked us away. Now… now there is no one to stop us as magic has died and the world is too stupid to try and reclaim what was lost three centuries ago. You think yourself a guardian, but you're just a monster. This is the real us and what you are was just a persona fabricated by the same blood magic to help keep your true self dormant." The darker side of him revealed as it was winning.

The old side of Hank felt distant and out of reach as the darker side of him placed a grin on his face. The old Hank fought and struggled to regain control, knowing that he had to put a stop to things, not knowing if stopping the reading of the incantation inscribed on the statuette would allow things to go back to being what they were before this all started. As his old personality clawed to hang on, the grin faded and the new side of him lost the control it had gained over the body that had always been his. Hank instinctively knew that this control he had over his own body was fading fast and that there was a chance it wouldn't come back. It was now or never and this was the last moment to remain a guardian against what he and so many others truly were, as his parents had told him the truth of what he and every male in their bloodline was.

Finding his body responsive to his true self once more, he rushed to push past everyone. The time for being cautious and courteous was over. Hank had to stop them and now, but he had only gotten half way, fearing that he wasn't going to make it in time. Hank moved swiftly, his burly and broad shouldered body bumped into people as he weaved through the obstacle course that was the greater interior of the diner, excusing himself, but not stopping as he lumbered toward his previous roadie, Shawn. The mere thought of the young man caused his blood to boil.

“Fuck! I knew this kid was going to be trouble after he acquired that damn statue! I should have grabbed that thing, threw it out the window and let it smash to bits along the desert road!" Hank thought to himself as the voice he had been hearing rushed forward, but didn't have enough strength to exert total control… yet. “You think you would've been able to do that once your hands were on that statuette? You think I never existed and wouldn't stop you… instead doing what our brother is doing now? Ohhh… I have always been here, just in the deepest recesses of your mind, quiet and sleeping. If you put your hands on it, it would have awoken me just enough to read it out loud… just like the monster inside of him did and is doing. The only difference between us is that he is naive and unknowing of the truth, unlike you. You have been made to think that what we all are is a bad thing. No… all the fake identities out there that developed since our true selves are locked away… that's what is bad and wrong!" The voice roared as it tried to regain control, but couldn't because there were still magical bindings.

It was only able to gain control after bits of it were uttered, for a period of time, except for the one holding the key. The one holding the key… they lost control of themselves until the incantation was fully uttered. Once it was… their true selves would be free, their false identities would cease to exist, but it would take a little bit of time for their bodies to match what they truly were. There really was no stopping it once one of them had the key in their hands, which is why his family, the guardians of the secret, feared that one day one of their kind would obtain the key and do the unthinkable.

Hudson's lips moved without his own volition, releasing word after word to the world. It was as if each sentence was a lock unlatched, a knot untied, releasing an ancient magic on the world. If it hadn't been for Shawn's unquenchable curiosity, his zeal and zest for knowledge and his verbose way in which he approached the world, it might have seemed unusual that Hudson had been rattling off such a long incantation. There was clearly no way the small statuette could have held that many words. It was as if they had been scrolling by in front of him, slowly rising upwards as he read them. As his tongue and teeth and lips worked together to follow the path to its inevitable end, not even Hank's arrival at the table disrupted him as the final word, lupus, spilled out again.

There was a rumble outside, a vibration that man would have attributed to the heavy trucks lumbering around… but it ran deeper into the Earth, reaching back through time. Hank stopped in his tracks, blinking, looking around with just his eyes for a moment, taking in his surroundings as if really seeing it for the first time. It was as if a fog had cleared in his mind, his lungs filling with fresh air for the first time. Standing there at the table, he grinned down at Shawn as Shawn looked up to the broad shouldered man standing between him and his new companion.

“Hey Hank! I thought you would have moved on by now?" Shawn said in surprise, looking him over and wondered what was going on.

“Mind if I sit with you guys? I thought I was done eating, but I seem to have a strange craving for a steak. I'd ask them to just bring it to me raw and bleeding on the plate, but I doubt they'd do that. The best they could do for me is rare." He said with an almost predatory tone to his voice, which was a little bit different from how he had sounded during all those hours Shawn had shared with him in the cabin of the rig. Hank took in a deep whiff and grinned, “You know what… why don't I just ask for it and see what happens. What's the worst thing they could say… no? Mind if I sit beside you Shawn? They already gave away my table to someone else. Can't blame them. I did pay for my bill already, but my stomach has other plans." Hank said with a softening tone.

Shawn looked up to Hank, nodded and moved over so that Hank could sit on the outer portion of the booth that was suited to seat four people. As Hank sat, he looked at Shawn's still unnamed companion that was holding the statuette as if in a stupor. As Hank took in the sight, the athletic built twenty something male, standing at six feet tall, about one-hundred and ninety-five pounds came to take their order. He looked down at Hank with an oddly hungry look in his eyes. “Back for more? I could have sworn you paid your bill."

“Oh… I did, but when I came out of the bathroom, I couldn't help feeling a hunger build again… a hunger for a nice, bloody, and raw steak. Do you think you could help me out with that?" Hank asked coyly, breathing deeply and catching his scent, knowing that the male cooks in the back would be able to accommodate the request without question, noticing some of the other diners were looking similarly ravenous. The waiter seemed to look around as if making sure there were no health inspectors around. Hudson read the waiter's name tag, trying to think how many people he'd met named Travis before.

“Ordinarily, I know the cooks have to at least serve a steak rare… it has to be cooked briefly to kill the topical bacteria typically present, but I will see what I can do. In the end, the customer is always right in matters of taste." Travis said. He then looked to Shawn, “What about you handsome? What will it be?"

“Wh-who… me?" Shawn said a bit startled and flustered, blushing at the compliment, “Well… I will take the T-Bone Steak, with the mashed potatoes, gravy and broccoli please. As far as how I'd like it cooked… I like my steaks medium. I like a good amount of pink, not nearly as much as Hank did." Shawn smiled, giving Hank a playful nudge.

Travis smiled, chuckled and thought, Oh… in time you'll be wanting a raw steak too! However, at the same time he was having those thoughts, Travis repeated the order for clarity and Shawn just nodded. Then, he turned his attention to Hudson on the other side of the table, holding the statuette. “What about you? Probably could do with a raw steak too with that predatory and Alpha energy that you exude, eh? What do you say, boss?" He asked with a predatory grin as the man across from them seemed lost in his own world. Hudson seemed to pause again. There it was again, boss… alpha… He'd had a surge when Travis had given him the honorific.

“You know just what a man wants, Travis." Hudson said, a little taken aback by his own words. As Travis collected the menus and swept away, Hudson couldn't help but reel a little. Everything felt… off, somehow. It wasn't bad - far from it - but it was off. When had everyone become so complimentary, so happy, so invested in one another? It was especially surprising given the fact that they were all men. Men were normally so closed off, so restrictive… and yet how could he be questioning this miracle? It felt so much better than how every other day had gone. This was how it was supposed to be, how it was meant to be. And yet there was still a question hanging in the air. Hudson looked down at the statuette in his hand, then up at the other man that had joined them, “So this is the Hank you were telling me about?" Hudson asked, remembering having to apologize for the man and his restrictive views.

“Yeah… this is him Hudson, but…" Shawn said, taking in the man that was sitting next to him and across from Hudson. “Things aren't the same as when they were when we were riding together. He recoiled at the sight of the statuette and didn't even want me to give him sexual favors when I offered… seeing just how big and thick that bulge was trapped in those denim jeans." Shawn continued with a sly grin. Hudson seemed a bit surprised that Shawn would be so brazen, but his eyes drifted to the other man.

“Yeah…" Hank grimaced, putting his hand behind his head and flexed his bicep, “... sorry about that Shawn. You know how truckers are with superstitious stuff and… well… when I picked you up outside of that curio shoppe and I saw the statuette… everything told me to not allow you in my truck and to just keep driving. Thing is, you were cute then and you're even better looking now. Also… I won't say no this time to a little oral action from ya… I just was fighting myself from urges I knew I had and didn't want to take advantage of a young guy, just to get some head or relieve my bladder without stopping." Hank said with a predatory grin, a glint in his eyes and the sharper than normal teeth that Hank had exposed.

Hudson wanted to be shocked at what Hank had just said, particularly the part about his bladder, but as he imagined even the first inklings of that image, he shuddered. An energy coursed and surged through his veins. His own pants tightened rapidly as blood filled his groin, bringing his manhood to full erection. He flushed and the unkempt fuzz on his cheeks seemed to darken. The hazel in his eyes seemed to take on a little brighter color for a moment before he breathed heavily and tried to recover himself. Hudson blinked a little, trying to understand what had just happened.

“It's good you two are patching things up." Hudson murmured, still a little unsteady.

“Yeah… I think so too!" Hank grinned, noticing the changes starting to awaken in the man across from him, then looked to Shawn. “What do you think Shawn… perhaps enjoying your past companion and your current one? I think it would be perfect to have a pup like you, on his knees, giving proper payment to us both… wouldn't you agree… Sir?" Hank asked, stressing calling Hudson Sir and just waited for a response from them both. Hudson seemed to shudder in his seat again, looking hot and bothered. Shawn's eyes went wide, his face turning flushed and flustered, looking rosy red. The idea had crossed his mind a time or two to be the receiver of a man's piss, but never did it. Not to mention… he couldn't help wondering what both of their cocks looked like, which made his mouth water.

“Uh… well… I can't say I hadn't thought about wrapping my lips around your cock Hank, and ever since I met Hudson here… I've wondered what he was packing since I hadn't even noticed so much as a bulge down there yet." Shawn replied with a grin all of his own as he took a sip of water from his water bottle.

“Almost makes me want to skip dinner, but if I don't get that steak I feel like I might die." Hudson said, nearly panting. What was it about these men? So open about their sexuality, so confident, so bestial. It was shocking and he loved it.

Shawn and Hank both nodded simultaneously. Hank was craving the raw steak for different reasons than Shawn was, but at the core… it was hunger all the same. The raw steak for Hank was going to be far more sustenance than what he had before, as if his body quickly metabolized it and was eager for a true meal. He could see the hunger in Hudson's eyes and he grinned as his eyes started to take on a crimson hue, feeling the beast inside of him scratching and clawing at him, trying to escape, but Hank instinctively knew that it would still take time for major changes to happen. Minor things like what was going on with the two of them was far easier for the body to adapt to.

Hank grinned as he looked down at his thicker hands, his muscles a bit brawnier and filling his clothing better as they could start to be seen through his clothes. On top of all of that, he was getting hairier and he knew it without feeling or trying to look at himself because his skin was on the itchy side… a clear indicator that new hair was growing beneath the surface. He was ripening like a fruit, becoming all he was truly meant to be, everything that had been held back for so long. Hudson carried that same bloodline, that beast waiting to wake up… but Shawn? Shawn would be their first convert, their first pup.

It didn't take long for the food to be delivered - after all, it had barely been cooked. Hudson couldn't help but tear into it. His teeth cut and gnashed their way through the meat, his tongue savoring the salty, bloody juices. It kept his heart rate up, something that served to chase away all the numbness from travel and to keep his erection at peak form. As wonderful as the food was, Hudson couldn't help but look up at just how rugged Hank was. He had to admit at first Shawn was more his speed, but now they both had their own qualities. And yet, despite that, Hank had called him sir as well. Just thinking about it made Hudson growl a little as he ate. Reaching up with his free hand, he scratched at the collar of his shirt idly, wondering why his shirt had gotten so itchy.

Shawn looked at Hudson and smiled at how ravenous the trucker was. Though they hadn't known one another up until that point, he did recall how many meat sticks and other meat based items Hudson had thrown in the basket and chuckled at the irony of it. He must really be one hell of a carnivore! Shawn thought to himself as he looked down at his plate of a balanced meal and just dug in. He was a bit more civilized when it came to eating, but Shawn couldn't help but think about the way he and Hank - now that he paid attention to Hank - were eating. Hank, like Hudson, bit deep into the raw steak, feeling the blood and juices flow over his tongue and made him moan. Pulling with his stronger teeth, holding it in his stronger hands while getting the blood and juices on them, he savagely tore apart the food and began to wolf it down. The chunk of meat filled his mouth as he chewed, tearing it asunder, bit by bit and severely enjoyed the primal aspect of what they were both doing.

“Tastes and feels good, doesn't it Hudson?!" Hank said with a growl through his loud chewing, moaning as small bits managed to slide down his throat and end up in his gullet. “Almost makes you want to go out and hunt, taking prey down with your own hands and teeth, eh? Though… I think we have another kind of tasty morsel right here with us for a nice dessert later. What do you think Hudson… wanna give the kid your golden beverage and your creamy nectar, something only a powerful monstrous being like the two of us could provide for the pup, eh?"

“Sounds like a great time…" Hudson murmured, his voice a little deeper and gruffer, the thoughts worming their way past all pretenses of civility that he'd built up over his life. As Shawn sat there eating, certain words like “powerful" and “monstrous" escaped his hearing as he blushed profusely. Sitting next to these two men that were every bit his type was really beginning to affect him. His head was swimming with lust, just wanting to have at it right then and there, but Shawn knew this wasn't the time nor the place… so he just kept enjoying his meal and the lustful talk about his delicious dessert later to come.

The one benefit to the men eating like animals was that it didn't take long to get through their meal. Every scrap and fleck was devoured, their plates cleaned of everything but the residue of the juices that hadn't been sopped up by bread or potato. As tempting as it was to order more and more and more, their other pastime presented itself as the more tantalizing meal. Hudson fished out money for the meal, plus a substantial tip, eyeing down Shawn just as hungrily as he had the steak. How was it that he'd been thinking of just ferrying this young man to his destination before, shepherding and dropping him off without so much as a passing fancy? It seemed ludicrous now…

“I'm so glad you suggested this place." Hudson said to Shawn, reaching out to massage and squeeze his shoulder. Shawn smiled as Hudson's meaty hand reached out and grasped his shoulder, giving it a decent, strong and yet simultaneous tender squeeze.

“Well big guy… you were the one that suggested coming here to the diner… I merely said we should start this trip off with a proper meal." As Shawn corrected him, he really hoped that he didn't come off as a prude or a know-it-all, then continued, “Since you are paying for the meal, I guess other compensation is in order then?" Shawn asked, though his questioning had an underlying tone to it, while he finished the remaining bits of his dinner. Everything was cooked perfectly; nothing was over or under cooked, every morsel of food taken in was moist and well seasoned… unlike some other foods he had had over the years at various other trucker spots either by himself or with others. Hank grinned as he made the remark in between bites of food as he finished the plate, as he too was chewing the last bit of his delicious raw meat as his hands and forearms were covered in the blood and other juices of the meat that dripped down the muscled and hairy appendages.

“I must thank you as well Hudson… It has been a long time since I had something as delicious as this!" He said with excitement and exuberance in his voice, then continued, “As the pup has said, proper payment for the meal is owed… as is the trucker's way. Doesn't need to be now, of course, but in due time." Hank finished, his voice getting darker, deeper, and gruffer with a lustful, growly sound to it… as Shawn started blushing again, knowing that his former companion was insinuating sexual compensation.

Shawn's mouth started to water, thinking about a different kind of meat being in his mouth as his crotch started to get tighter from arousal. He was definitely eager, more so than ever before, thinking about his past travels where sexual favors were requested as payment and he declined them because of how he felt about everything at the time. Shawn became a little dismayed at the thought because of all the different cocks he could have had, probably passing up some really decent sized rods because of his personal insecurities. As he sat there lamenting, Shawn got himself together and focused on the present. Though he had performed sexually for other truckers more recently than in the far past, there was no sense in ruminating over the things of the past that he couldn't change. Life was always moving on, always moving forward and so too must he.

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After the hustle and bustle of the diner, returning to Hudson's truck seemed like some form of catharsis. The evening wind had cooled, although the heat radiating off of Hank and Hudson surrounded Shawn in a bubble of warmth. The sweet summer grasses were tempered by their musk. They moved like shadows in the night, lit only at the edges by the distant moonlight. Hudson had helped Shawn pack his statuette back into his bag, even offered to carry the bag for him as they headed back to the parking lot and some alone time. The three had left without much word, though the eagerness on the waiter's face when he spotted his tip had been thanks enough for that. No, for Shawn, the real meal was yet to come.

Shawn smiled as they silently walked to the cab of Hudson's truck as he had the meaty and hairy arms of the two men wrapped around him, ushering him and themselves to the larger rig. Having not seen it up until they approached, Shawn was a bit amazed by just how big the sleeper portion was! It might as well had been the size of a small apartment and had to be incredibly comfortable and roomy. The rig itself was painted a nice, blood red color, which masked any sort of roadkill that the truck may get splattered with from time to time from errant animals getting onto the road and meeting a very grisly end. However, the polished metal accents for the grill and attachments were quite shiny and mostly clean, except for all of the bug splatter that was inherent to the job itself.

“Wow Hudson! This is your rig?" Shawn exclaimed as they drew ever closer to it and Hank was impressed as well, considering he thought he had a nice truck. Hank's truck was definitely one of the bigger rigs that had a sizeable sleeper area, but Hudson's… that was impressive. “Damn he must be doing very well for himself to afford such a nice rig!" Hank thought to himself without saying a word, but the look on his face said everything. He was grateful they were going to Hudson's rig and not his own, considering his was only built to accommodate two people… let alone three who were going to go through some… changes. Hudson wrapped one arm behind his head like it was a pillow, inadvertently releasing more of his natural musk.

“Well, I mean… it's really our home away from home. If it's comfortable, life is comfortable. Plus it really pays for itself after the first… three years…" Hudson murmured with a faint smirk, “I hope you don't mind the color though. Helps on insurance rates." he smirked.

“I suppose that is true and I know I don't mind the color Hudson. I have always liked this color… hell anything on the darker side of the spectrum appeals to me. This is definitely going to be one hell of a comfortable trip with you!" Shawn said as they stood outside of Hudon's rig.

“I also don't mind the color boss, it's pretty fitting and I wish my rig was painted this color. Mine is white and it shows everything. I haven't hit any sort of large animal in my travels yet, but I have unfortunately been in the backspray of those who have. It's a mess, but it is unavoidable because wildlife goes on about their business unaware of the dangers being on pavement poses." Hank said with a wild glint in his eye and a predatory growl in his throat, as the darker beast in him was fully awakened, waiting for their first hunt together, basking in the gory viscera of ripping apart whatever prey they wanted with their hands and teeth. It would be a much more satisfactory feast than the raw steaks at the diner, but that was sufficient… for now.

Hudson opened up the double door of the truck cab, helping Shawn up the step. The front had the typical seating arrangement, though the dashboard seemed to be quite modern. Where everything changed was in the rear where a king size cushion took up space behind parted curtains. There were pillows, blankets, a built-in fan and even upholstered walls. It was a den and it seemed remarkably comfortable. Hudson licked his lips involuntarily as Shawn ascended, realizing just how fit his body was and feeling as if he was leading a small creature to his own personal slaughter.

“So I take it this is a little nicer than you've seen on your travels before?" Hudson asked with a small amount of pride.

“Yeah… I will say! It is like a palace on wheels, Hudson!" Hank said with a grin, really eager for their beasts to emerge in there as Shawn was the first to ascend into the den of the beast as Hank gave a knowing grin to Hudson, then groped the big guy and stared into his eyes lustfully, his mouth watering as he licked his lips in sexual hunger, ready to dive in for a kiss. Hudson wasn't sure what was coming over him. He'd never been this open, this forward. He grabbed Hank by the back of the head and kissed him, tasting the unfamiliar salty lips against his, tasting the remnants of their carnal meal in his saliva. He reached out, palm groping and fondling the other man's tool, still not yet in the truck itself. Hank moaned and kissed back, sucking on Hudson's lip and nibbling on it a little bit with a grin.

“Feel that beast in ya, do you? I have always known about this side of me and I have always wanted it to be free, but thanks to you and that kid… we are all free!" Hank growled with a lusty moan as he continued to fondle the big guy without being in the truck. As ready as Hudson was, the words slowly sinking in, he too wanted to be with Shawn. He broke the kiss, moving his lips down to nip at Hank's neck before he encouraged the trucker to climb up into the cab by giving his ass cheek a firm squeeze.

“We gotta let it out, right brother?" he asked, the memory of Shawn saying how much Hank had resisted slowly fading from his memory.

“That's right, we definitely have to let it out, but we might not want to let it outside of the privacy of your den. People not like us… they might not understand. Though… if you couldn't tell… there are many of us at the stop here and you are their Alpha… the Master of the Key, which you became by unlocking our true blood." Hank said with a growl, knowing everything that had led up to this eventual awakening. Hank, or at least the wolf that had been sleeping within, had hoped he'd be awakened before Hank's passing. Now that their true blood was awakened… death wasn't a concern for them anymore.

By the time Hudson was climbing into the cab, his eyes shone a faint amber in the dull night, as much a warning as the guiding lights on the trucks themselves were. He pushed Shawn's backpack into the footwell of the passenger side seat and slid around it, dropping onto his knees at the edge of the large cushion. Hank had enjoyed the sight of Hudson's nice round ass as he climbed into his den first. As Hank followed as the last member of their immediate party, wanting the Alpha to take the lead in the hunt of their prey, he grinned devilishly as his eyes turned crimson… like the color of the truck. Hank knew that the beast was a relatively new thing for Hudson and he wasn't quite as in tune with it as Hank was.

The old Hank had always known the beast was there and from time to time, during meditation, he communed with the true part of himself to learn the things his family was keeping from him or that they just didn't know about in the first place. Hank grinned at the thought of already having a pup to turn, the one who led to their freedom… of course it was necessary for him to become the first of the turned. Who else was more deserving than the one who found and delivered the key to their kind? The thing was, though Shawn was their prey for the moment, he was a willing participant. It was much more fun for them to hunt the perfect prey and either enjoy them as a meal… or turn them and enjoy them permanently as a desert to be enjoyed over and over again.

Hudson crawled forward, a bit annoyed at the confines of his shirt and pants and shoes. Despite that, he couldn't take his eyes off of Shawn. He reached out to caress his youthful cheek, to lean in and smell his scent, to breathe shallowly and hotly at all the possibilities. Seeing Hudson move like that, taking on a sinewy grace that truckers rarely had, it sent a surge through Hank. This was as it should be, their Alpha coming into their own. It sent a shock radiating through Hank's body. His worn, weathered skin began to tighten, both with vitality but also as the muscles beneath began to refresh, renew and grow.

Plaid fabric began to contort as biceps and triceps filled out to the shirt's limit, his shoulders pressing back and tugging at the stitching. Likewise, the cuffs of his jeans were growing tighter around fitter and firmer ankles. Just watching Hudson on the prowl was like nourishment that fed Hank's body. “Oh fuck yeah Alpha, he's yours… just as it should be. A pup for the Alpha, his pet to enjoy! Hank thought as a lusty growl developed in his throat, his loins thickening as he thought about all of the things they were going to do as the already impressive bulge was getting bigger and most importantly… thick!

With the door closed, the outside world was sealed off and the size of the universe shrank to fit inside the spacious cabin. Hank quickly moved behind and somewhat beside Hudson as a dastardly idea developed in his mind. “Perhaps I can awaken our Alpha's darker and darkest urges with a bite, flooding my knowledge into him and awakening the true monster within him? Oh what a glorious thing that would be, but my current teeth aren't enough! Soon… soon in passion I will latch onto his neck and give him everything that I am and know!" Hank thought as a sneer developed on his face, grasping his Alpha's shoulders, giving them a nice squeeze, speaking to Hudson in the language of the wolf that would sound like snarls and growls to those without the wolf inside of them.

“You want that pup, don't you Alpha? He's yours, why not take him? Why not give into the wolf? Force him to his knees, make him drink your piss and mark him as yours, as you should! I bet you can feel a monster living inside of you, just waiting to awaken… a single bite from me, held long enough for my blood to enter your veins, would do just that. Your command should be just enough to trigger that part of my change Alpha and the truest version of yourself will emerge!" Hank said in their language as his clothes started to tighten as his already broad shoulders were getting thicker, his pectoral shelf was blossoming and thickening forward as the hair on his body grew thicker and darker.

A fire blossomed across his cheek, his stubbly beard growing thicker and denser. New hairs complimented the old and all of them began pushing out centimeter by centimeter, reshaping his face. The clothing that was growing taut from his thickening body stretched to their limit as small tears popped up along their seams, both in the arms of his t-shirt and down the sides of his pants. Everything so far, along with his beard truly coming in, was making Hank look far more rugged than he already had been and it was enough to make any man weak in the knees as they gazed upon him.

Hudson's eyes were glowing brighter, his chest rising with each breath but not quite shrinking back to the size it had been before. The words wove their way into his mind, taking root. Piss inside his truck? The human side of him was shocked, offended, indignant… but what did that part matter? This was his territory, his wolf den, and surely Shawn wouldn't let much of it go to waste. Hudson's fingers clenched and unclenched, digging into his palms. He leaned forward and back, wobbling, feeling the heat swelling his own muscles, unaware of just how much faster Hank was growing behind him.

Meanwhile, Shawn was oblivious to everything that was going on around him as usual. His eyes were taking in the cabin of the rig in the dim lighting. His mind was imagining this was the place where he was going to be living with at least one more guy. A part of him wished Hank could come along too… perhaps he could disable his truck, make it look like he just disappeared permanently and joined them, just like Kendall. Shawn didn't really know what he was even thinking or why he was thinking it, but the excessive amount of musk and pheromones that were filling the air inside the cabin was awakening a darkness in Shawn that hadn't been there before.

He chuckled at the stray and errant thought as he was focused on the particulars of everything that Hudson had. A nice, sizeable flat screen television was set up in the corner behind the driver's chair complete with a Playstation Five so that he could game or watch shows on disc… or even perhaps streaming if he had a decent wifi hub plugged in, which Shawn wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. As he looked around, his back still turned to the predators, Shawn noticed several small square speakers set up that would provide surround sound and though he didn't see a subwoofer anywhere, he was certain there was one hidden out of view. The king sized cushion looked plush and ultra comfy, with definitely enough space for the three of them to lay on. “Fuck, this place is fit for a king!" Shawn thought, not knowing the ironic bit of what he was thinking.

Blood pushed out to every extremity of Hudson's body. His ears grew hot and red before they pushed into points, soft subtle fur growing out across the backs. His teeth felt odd as they reshaped and reformed in his mouth, growing to points; growing longer, sharper and thicker at their bases, forcing the gum tissue to split apart and let his rich, lycanthropic blood flow onto his tongue. It was the perfect thing to begin turning anyone into his pups, not knowing how potent other fluids were as an Alpha. His fingers ached as his nails started to feel as though pressure was being added beneath the somewhat translucent keratin. Little by little, his true, menacing black and sharp claws began pushing their way up and out, ripping the keratin up and back as they slid out like a feline unsheathing their claws. Hudson grunted and groaned as his newer lycanthropic self was pushing out, sliding free of the weaker human form. Hair blossomed across his shoulders and chest with new abundance, appearing in the widening gaps in the seams and stitching of his clothing as they were pulled apart little by little. Even his socks seemed to grow translucent around his ankles as the knitted fabric was pulled wider around his flesh.

Hank grinned as he watched his Alpha starting to change, showing off the beast that was inside of them both, growing outwardly and changing the human body into something better, greater and far more powerful. With how aroused Hank was by watching the changes, his zipper struggled to hold back his bulge as his cock was threatening to press its way through the metal teeth. He grunted and moaned as he watched Hudson's ears stretch and elongate into points, giving in more to the wolf inside of him. A hot, searing sensation flooded his ears and he groaned in pleasure as they started to stretch to points, gaining slight pointed tips with a light amount of brown colored fuzz. Hank leaned into Hudson, breathing hotly on his right ear.

“Feel that Hudson, my Alpha… bet you love how that feels, don't you? Command me to awaken your full potential…" Hank moaned as his bones started growing just a bit, causing all of his clothing to ride up on him slightly while his muscles all over filled in just a bit more, with his nipples standing perky underneath the fabric. Though they could be clearly seen, they still left a bit to the imagination as they were still covered. The fabric in places ripped and tore in several more places while the previous tears were becoming slightly larger. “Oh fuck Alpha! This feels better than I could have ever imagined!" Hank growled as Shawn still remained oblivious, lost in how awesome Hudson's rig was.

It was as if reality snapped in a moment. Hudson surged forward, pinning Shawn to the mattress, coming down on top of him. Sharp, hot teeth pierced through his shoulder, shirt and all. As he had lunged, a word in a language ancient and forbidden had been given to Hank, commanding him to attack, to release, to press forward. The moonlight shining off the hood of the truck was not only red from the truck's paint, but it was slowly stained by that ancient magic and by the ancient order that was awakening beneath it. The command ripped through Hank like electricity. His collar popped, his shoulder seams began to tear. His shoes felt so painfully tight as they began to warp and stretch around reshaping feet. The smell of blood and iron began to seep into the cabin's air.

Hank's eyes widened as they became more crimson than they were, having just been the irises, but now it was bleeding out into the sclera, showing just how much of the monster inside of Hank had been released. “Thank you Alpha!" Hank roared as he lunged for Hudson as his teeth started elongating into proper fangs, the gum line bleeding and dripping onto his tongue. He grinned as the copper tinged fluid bathed his tongue and sunk his teeth directly into Hudson's jugular vein on the right side of his neck. His lower fangs, also bleeding, latched into the flesh for added effect, but it was the top set that was going to have the most potency.

Hank clenched his jaw harder, really sinking the fangs in there as they slid out further in his gums, unleashing a torrent of the monstrous blood within him into Hudson, providing him dark power as well as all the information that he knew. Hank grinned around Hudson's flesh, enjoying the taste and the transfer of everything in him, growling, “Unleash the monster within!" all while Shawn had been unsuspecting of what was going to happen as Hudson sank his teeth into his shoulder. Saliva was enough to start the transfer of lycanthropy, but for a normal guy like Shawn, piss and cum were going to be needed to fully turn him. Hank's body surged with power and strength as his body grew more, really tearing the fabric of his shirt, shoes and pants.

The zipper continued to strain as they began to break apart, his bulge in his underwear, now soaked with precum was pushing through as it was the only barrier left between his fleshy, juicy and plump cock to be utilized as he and especially as the Alpha saw fit. Feeling as though it was enough, Hank slowly pulled off of Hudson's neck, but then did the same on the other side to further the dark corruption Hudson required. Hank didn't want a weak Alpha… after all. The one who awakened the blood should be the strongest, most monstrous of them all to lead and dominate as he saw fit. As Hank held on, he placed his thickening hands upon Hudson's collarbone on both sides, watching in glee as his claws began to emerge. He watched with great satisfaction as the claws slowly ripped up the weak, human keratin as blood flowed and pure black, thick, curled and sharp claws slid from his fingers, piercing into Hudson's flesh, opening his body to more of Hank's monstrous blood. “Fuck… this is going to get him good!" Hank thought as he held himself and Hudson in place.

As Hudson was on top of him, Shawn was crying out in pain, feeling an intense burning coursing through his veins as the corruptive saliva was starting to do its work… as weak as it was. The poor young guy had no idea what was happening, but soon he would. His heart was beating faster, allowing the saliva that was entering his veins from the open wounds to travel through his body faster like a motorist on a freeway, making its way to his heart to really begin being pumped through his body, slowly altering Shawn from the inside out.

A dark, menacing grin crossed Hudson's lips as he pulled his fangs free from Shawn's neck, his mouth now stained by blood. He looked at his long, wicked, curved, dark claws. They were his weapons, the true him trying to break free. He reached down with one of his murder mitts to start to squeeze and grope Shawn, to warn his young manhood of what was to come, what was expected, and what they were all there for. He licked the blood from his lips and straightened up again, feeling his own wounds fizz as his body tried rapidly to heal, but the true damage was done as Hank's blood and saliva worked as a catalyst inside him.

Hank, knowing that this was more than enough, kept his bleeding clawed fingers in place for a little while, slipping off of Hudson's throat so he could clearly speak. “Let the monster free, my Alpha! Bleed into your prey! Make him submit to your will!" He said, ending in a monstrous howl as he was very much enjoying the release of werewolf kind and it started all right here. The howl ushered in pops and snaps from Hanks's skull as the bone grew hot and reforged itself. His jaw ached and stretched forward, making room for the teeth to grow taller, sharper and thicker. His humanity was melting away, his beard framing the start of a muzzle.

Hudson lowered a clawed finger to catch in what remained of his zipper, tugging it the last of the way down, groping the wet pouch of cotton that housed his manhood like a cocoon. There were so many options, but Hank was right. He had to prepare his prey. He reached out, grabbing Shawn by the scruff of the neck, pushing him until he was on all fours before him.

“You're going to love this, pup… I'm going to make you howl." Hudson promised him. Shawn, unable to see what Hudson or Hank was becoming, was completely unaware of the severity of what was going on, all while he was completely shocked by this outburst of violent behavior. However, as Hudson had pushed Shawn forward, the power of the developing blood moon… the first true blood moon, unlike all of the others that had been claimed to be as such… was casting more and more of its ominous light all over the land and reflecting off of the truck, where Shawn was unable to see it as he was pushed onto all fours onto the king sized cushion that was Hudson's bed.

Hudson's strength was immense and dominant, making Shawn a little weak in the knees, finding himself loving the treatment a bit more than he had ever been before when subjected to being submissive. Shawn tended to fancy himself as more of a switch, being able to play the role of dominant or submissive, depending on what the situation called for. However, now… now Shawn was feeling far more submissive and was almost begging to be treated rougher! Shawn groaned and moaned in pleasure, feeling the burning and tingling sensation coursing through his body incredibly strongly as if trillions of ants were marching inside of every one of his veins, both topical and deep, biting and ripping away as they marched on. It made his heart pulse with thunderous beats that caused his cock to begin surging to life in his pants. His mouth began watering and he desperately wished to kneel before both male specimens, regardless of what Shawn didn't know, to taste the turgid and velvety flesh of their cocks.

Hudson reared back, straining against the confines of his clothing. Why did they have to be so restrictive? He flexed his arms, clawed at his collar, but his hunger couldn't be denied. He came back down across Shawn's backside, kissing and nipping and licking his neck, reaching around to start to grope the young man before he began to claw at the button of his pants. His breath was hard, sweat beading across a brow that was growing hairier as his eyebrows grew thicker and wilder. From his vantage in the back, Hank could hear something scratching up and down against the interior of Hudson's boots, new claws trying to get out.

Hank grinned as he knew his Alpha's claws were digging away at the insides of his boots as his feet were starting to shift into his foot paws. The sound was like a sweet symphony to his ears as he could feel the pressure in his own boots. It was definitely uncomfortable, to say the least, having these clothes on and restricting the change, but Hank wouldn't have it any other way. In all of his years studying the werewolf and supposed lore around them, even watching several werewolf movies for ideas about what it would be like if the key was ever found, bursting through the confines of his clothing and ripping through the footwear was his favorite parts of the change. It was a strange sexual kink with werewolf transformations he had, but now experiencing it finally was heaven. Hank grinned recalling his human self being curious about the transformation process even though he was super dedicated to prevent lycanthropy from ever rising.

Hank looked out through the window over his shoulder, watching the blood moon pour its sinister light over Anchor Cross and wondered how his brethren were doing, if they too were changing, having the distinct feeling that the blood moon was making their blood boil. He sneered at the idea that humans would be either very curious about it or terrified as it was a sign that their time of being the Apex Predator was over as he too felt his blood boiling, knowing that it was as well in Hudson as the Alpha was the strongest and most monstrous of their kind. He knew it was because Hudson was ready to fuck Shawn and tear his way into the pup to be.

Turning his attention to the matter at hand, focusing his attention on the pleasure of his Alpha and turning Shawn, he leaned into Hudson's pointed hybrid ear, his face puffy as it had started developing into a muzzle, his tongue slightly flatter, wider and far more pliable and grinned. Still having his changing hand paws on his Alpha's shoulders, he drew his changing mouth to breathe hotly and lustfully on the fuzzy flesh of his ears, knowing it would drive his wolf and lust more wild.

“Fuck yeah Alpha… I see the monster in you awakening. Though… perhaps… instead of taking the pup's ass before his body can handle your Alpha cock and permanently ruining your fuck toy, you should claim his mouth first. Though he's yours first, I know I'd love to have his nice, wet mouth around my cock to drain me of my piss in my bladder and the cum in my balls. I'm not going to tell you what to do, however I would like to give you some advice… if I may!" Hank said seductively, taking a moment to deeply breathe at Hudson's neck, leaning down and kissing the base of his exposed neck, feeling the fuzzy downy hairs that were there, thickening, becoming proper fur.

Slowly he kissed along the flesh of Hudson's neck, tenderly pressing his tongue against the flesh, moving upward to where his fangs had sunk into him, and drew out the monster he was becoming, until he returned to Hudson's ear. Hank trailed the outer edge of the lobe with his tongue, sucking the pliable flesh into his slightly developed muzzle and used his tongue deftly to draw out his Alpha's inner monster and pleasure. While sucking and licking Hudson's ear, Hank spoke between actions.

“He is still human, Alpha and though your infectious saliva is working to turn him into what we are, he does not yet have the same healing ability. I'm sure you've injured yourself several times and healed up much quicker than other people, faster than even human doctors said you would. That's from the healing factors of our blood, even with the lycanthropy locked away, our healing properties have always been there. Now… they are fully awakened, we will heal from anything as soon as the cause is no longer present. Your bite marks from me and where I sunk my changing claws into your skin have completely disappeared. If you want the boy permanently tight, fucking his ass like a virgin's every time, you need to corrupt him thoroughly before taking his ass. If you take his ass before… well it would tighten up, but not quite to where it could be now." Hank advised in their wolven language, returning to his lustful activities for a moment.

“Such wisdom…" Hudson murmured, his voice at least an octave lower than it had been before. He licked his lips and used his hand to turn Shawn around, though he paused, looking at his wicked, ragged, strange fingers tipped with fingernails that had curved and thickened and sunk so deep into his fingers. Each one was tipped by a dangerous blade, a claw. With a grin, Hank turned his attention to Shawn.

“Hey Shawn… have you ever been fucked? Ever take your own anal virginity with anything before?" He asked the pup in English, returning to his seductively playful sexual teasing. Hearing his name called out, he answered sheepishly.

“N… no Hank, n-never. Though I've been curious about how it would feel… I've wanted to wait for the right guy to take me. Seeing your impressive bulge in the truck with you, I knew you had to be nice and girthy. You were the first guy I had ever felt that way about and wished you'd taken me up on my sexual advances. However… Hudson's bulge is even thicker, I'm guessing you are about as thick as a can of soda and Hudson's must be as thick as a tall boy…" Shawn said with a moan, just imagining what it was going to be like being with the two of them.

Hudson growled at that, leaning in to steal a kiss from the young man, tasting his saliva, tasting his anticipation and need. Yes, having him face them was right. It made sense. Hank grinned, knowing the pup to be was right on the money with his estimates. Many of his partners of the past had trouble with him topping because he was just as thick as Shawn suspected, but then went back to their lupine tongue,

“Hear that Alpha? The pup really is a virgin. Imagine having that tightness permanently?! Hearing him scream out your name in pain and then in pleasure. Having a permanent virgin ass would be heaven. You ever fuck a virgin before? Feeling their body hugging tightly to your tube of meat? I have and I've ruined them, turning them into sluts for my fat cock. I've received dozens of texts from guys wondering when I was going to be back in their area so they can have my meat again because no one they could have where they were was as big as I was. You… or we… could have that feeling permanently as you just wait till his body is ready and the changes from drinking your piss, precum and cum have truly started. You've only primed the pup like priming a surface before painting on it."

As Shawn knelt there he began imagining taking Hudson's cock… and Hank's both in his mouth at the same time, or having each take each end, or even bring double fucked and having his ass stretched wide and gaping. Slowly his thoughts grew even more depraved as the tainted saliva was rewriting his brain, making him even sluttier and more submissive. He imagined several men, gathered around him and using him, taking his mouth and his ass for their own, constantly in a spit roast, servicing every man that wanted to take him, hell bent on satisfying their needs before his own.

A grin developed on his lips and in his moment of fantasizing, he watched those same men turn into snarling, furry, brawny built, monstrous and sinister werewolves of a pack using him with massively thick cocks and it made his cock throb and ache with lustful and slutty desire. Shawn moaned, his mouth watered and he was succumbing to the bite. A prominent thought was now stuck in his mind, “Serve your Masters! Serve your Alpha, Hudson, and his Beta, Hank. You are theirs to please! Show them what a slut like you can do!" As he thought that, a whiny, needy and begging moan escaped his throat, then begged, “Please… let me taste you both!"

“I'm going to let you drink until you can't drink anymore…" Hudson growled. He wrenched and wrestled against his constraining clothes, but he managed to start prying his overstrained waistband loose. A warm, humid, musky scent wafted out. It smelled of spice and earth, of peat and manliness. As he stretched it out and down, the incredibly thick, blushing red shaft throbbed with the power of his heartbeat. The loose skin had pulled back some from the thick head, but there was still give to it. Hudson nearly shuddered as he freed his cock, feeling as if it was more a focus for his being than his brain was. This was the real him, and now it was time to use it. “Come on, pup. Don't be shy…" Hudson growled. The predator was rewriting his personality, sinking its claws so deep into what had once been him.

With Hudson's initial words, Shawn took that to be his cue to turn around and face his Master and what a sight it was to behold! Up until this point, Hank and Hudson had both been changing, little by little and Shawn had been none the wiser. As Shawn looked upon him, his eyes went wide taking in all of the changes. The eyes that had once been kind were filled with a savage predatory hunger… not to mention the color was much different. Where there had been a deep, emerald green was now replaced with golden amber that was a mix between gold and… red? It was an odd combination, but something told Shawn that Hudson's eyes were far from done changing.

Taking a moment, he looked at Hank behind Hudson and noticed his eyes were pure crimson and looked not only monstrous and sinister, but quite possibly demonic. Hudson's top and bottom canines were definitely longer and sharper in his mouth, showing them off as Hudson grinned while Shawn turned to look at his two predators. Shawn also noticed how thick and brawny both of them had become. Hudson was already a decent size for being a trucker… as was Hank, but Hudson was definitely the larger of the two. Both men had their clothes straining to remain on their bodies as they were stretched impossibly taut, ripping both in the seams at their weakest points along with places in the body of the fabric where the stitching was the strongest and didn't break.

Shawn watched, on his knees, looking up to the bigger man of the three of them. Despite every instinct telling him he should run, he grinned as Hudson spoke, telling him he was going to be drinking until Shawn couldn't drink any more. The thought made his face flush. The tone and phrasing was so aggressive and dominant, it really began to make him desire Hudson even more than he previously had. It was a primal lust that was beginning to develop as the wolf grew inside of him and succumbed to the bite. Then, as fluidly as Hudson spoke, he fumbled with his waistband with how tight it was as the dam that held the pressure back had been released. Almost like an explosion, his zipper quickly ripped open allowing Hudson much easier access to the cock that was waiting patiently this entire time while always making its presence known. Shawn's eyes nearly bulged out as the fleshy, meaty and plump tube of flesh was freed.

“H-holy shit that's massive and thick!" Shawn exclaimed as he drew closer, despite the Alpha's words. Shawn was anything but shy… in fact he was quite eager and his mouth watered for the meat. As Hudson released his lower beast, the musk and pheromones from his cock and balls immediately assaulted their noses, filling the cabin with his potent smell. It was even stronger for Hank since his senses were heightened. The smell was a manly aroma that would make any man weak in their knees for the monster cock; straight or gay… it wouldn't matter because their lips would be wrapped around it regardless.

As Hank watched the big, thick, floppy dong be released… even his mouth started watering as Shawn's words resonated in his mind. “Kid… you could definitely say that again!" Hank exclaimed in his head, but then drew in toward Hudson with an evil smile. “Aren't you glad I explained why you should wait, Alpha? Imagine your fat cock being hugged by his tight ass and how you will be able to permanently wreck it till your heart's content."

“Fuck…" Hudson growled, barely able to make a coherent response. He gazed down, taking in the pillar of the cock that stretched out before him. It seemed to vibrate in time with his heartbeat, feeding off the pulse. It was so full and hot and hard already, but he could see it growing, practically creaking with how fast it elongated and thickened. It was a club, a weapon, and he was the hunter. His arms were almost obscenely hairy, his face itching and bristling with a thickening beard. His fingers tipped with claws. He was amazing, primal, glorious, and hungry.

Not content to remain passive, Hudson reached forward, grabbing Shawn's chin and cheek with his large, meaty palm. Holding it there in admiration for a moment, he pulled Shawn closer to his manhood. The act of leaning forward to seize his head, however, took its toll. A harsh tearing sound came as rubber ripped free from the leather on his shoes and several sickle like claws emerged, each one anchored deeply in his plump toes. As if the all clear had been given for fabric degradation, the shoulders of his shirt began splitting out, revealing hairy flesh beneath. Hudson reared back, though his manhood remained blatantly in Shawn's face as the corrupted trucker pulled the young man's head down until his lips brushed the tip of his cock.

Hank's senses were going into overdrive. He could smell his alpha's musk, he could taste the tang of sweat in the air and the hints of blood and newly formed cartilage. He could hear bones creaking and crunching inside of Hudson as he grew and grew. Even in the dim light, his hunter's eyes could see the changes rippling through his Alpha. Masculinity well beyond the man's years was crashing through his innocent facade, tearing its way out of his body just as much as his clothing. All of those senses wove together into a tendril that snaked its way into Hank, binding his body and soul, tethering him to his master.

More snaps and crunches came as Hank's face abruptly deformed. What had started as a subtle muzzle was becoming more pronounced. His nose turned upwards, bringing his nostrils forward as the flesh darkened. Fur bristled back across the bridge of his nose, spilling down into his growing beard. His cheeks prickled as wiry whiskers began pushing outward. Even Hank's proficient hearing became muffled, going numb and quiet as the pointed, fuzzy ears on the side of his head began to shift upward. The elder driver's scalp wrinkled and ruffled, forced to accommodate the drifting organs until they settled on the top of his skull.

There was a rush of almost painfully cold air piercing into his skull as his ear canals opened back up, bringing a sudden clarity that he'd never truly known before. As his furry ears perked up atop his head, the bones around his eyes shifted to accommodate his altered visual range and his muzzle both. More tearing came as jagged gashes ripped down the back of Hank's shirt, revealing not hairy flesh but fur covered pelt beneath. He was an animal, a beast, and there wasn't anything holding that back now.

Shawn's eyes darted back and forth between the new trucker that he had, inadvertently, turned into a monstrous beast… an alpha male of bestial and brutish proportions and the monstrous creature that Hank was transforming into before him. Shawn knew the two of them were becoming werewolves and so too would he… eventually. As Shawn brought his attention back to Hudson, the man grasped his head with his long, sharp and sickle-like claws adorning his hands, guiding the man to the monster's cock as it throbbed and bounced in the air, dripping with precum.

Though Shawn was more submissive than dominant, a part of him wanted to reach out, grasping onto that cock with his mouth and go to town on the pillar for a spear of flesh. However, Shawn's submissive side told him to open his mouth wide for the Alpha as the tip of Hudon's flesh gently grazed and rested upon his lips. Shawn's instincts screamed at him to lean forward and take in the pillar of beef before him, but his newer submissive side told him that his Alpha had something planned for him… and so he waited.

With the pillar of flesh so close, yet so far away simultaneously, Shawn's mouth quivered with desire. His tongue emerged, lapping and lashing at the slit of the cock before him, tasting the dollops of pre that oozed out before it ran onto his fleshy lips and pooled inside his mouth, mixing with the increased amount of saliva that was being generated. Drool threatened to escape the edges of Shawn's lips, triggering him to swallow, but doing so with an open mouth.

Though he found it slightly difficult, Shawn managed well enough as he knelt there on the soft, padded cushion that Hudson had installed in the cabin. Shawn grinned inwardly, wondering if Hudson had planned for this sort of thing, though not exactly, because how could he know that he'd one day turn into the monstrous creature that he was now? Kneeling there, Shawn looked up at the beast Hudson was becoming, watching as his eyes went from the golden amber that they once were, turning purely crimson… just like Hank's and he knew darkness reigned supreme in Hudson now.

The clawed paw, for it was no longer a hand, curled around the back of Shawn's head. Hudson guided the young man forward and back, feeling the undulating tongue and the gyration of those lips. He felt the hot, wet, slick muscle slide up along his shaft, savoring the flavor as it shifted and mutated. The pops and snaps and cracking that echoed through Hudson's body would have been horrific to anyone else, but to Hank and Hudson it was like music. His shoulders continued to expand wider, his face pushing forward and reshaping his nose. What few patches of skin were left were rapidly filling in with fur. Hudson flexed, continuing to tear out of the remnants of his clothing. He looked down with those merciless red eyes and shuddered ever so slightly as everything started to set in motion.

Something salty and mildly metallic began to leak into Shawn's mouth. It was oddly silky, slippery and milky like a lubricant. Not quite cum, but more virile than precum. Whatever it was, it soaked Shawn's teeth and tongue, staining his mouth with the manly might of his new Alpha. Shawn moaned at the taste as whatever it was poured into him. It had the taste and texture that was like precum, but it was thicker in consistency, much more filled and packed with flavor too. As Hudson slowly slipped that cock past Shawn's lips, he took the opportunity and gave it a long, teasing suck, swirling his tongue around the shaft as a slutty moan escaped his lips that was starting to turn into a slutty, pleasured growl. Hank, watching all of this, mostly transformed, grinned a lupine grin, leaned into the Alpha's ear, “look at the little dog, just taking your cock and nursing on it. I bet you feel a pang in your bladder as we keep shifting, I know I do."

Hank moved carefully with his newer legs, standing beside Hudson now, facing the shifting Alpha and grinned. He leaned into his neck, sniffing the hairy flesh as the down soft hairs began filling in and then took a long lasting lick from the base of his neck along his thick trapeziuses and drew the flatter and more pliable tongue up along the surface, trailing all the way up to his ear and then to the pointed tips, with a pleased and satisfied audible chuckle and the grin still planted on his muzzle. Hank was eager to go forward, as his clawed hands rummaged around Hudson's body, caressing the thick muscled neck and huffed. Slowly the clawed hands reached Hudon's cheeks and gently turned Hudson to look at him, gazing deep into each pair of crimson colored eyes and waited.

Hudson looked into the red eyes of his beta, his loyal and subservient follower - loyal because it had been Hudson who unlocked the key first… subservient only to a point. Hudson growled a little and leaned forward, tilting his head so his muzzle could interlock with Hank's. Their deadly teeth grazed one another and parted just enough for those dextrous tongues to wrestle and fight, swapping saliva, sounding dangerous as they growled. Their chests continued to heave larger with breath. Their shoulders continued to broaden. The truck was slowly sagging under their amassing weight, and all the while Hudson's virile juices were being guzzled down Shawn's greedy maw.

Somewhere inside his mind, his soul and his body, a new wolf was squirming and scratching at its confines, trying to get out. It was curious, like Shawn, but it had no need for the verbose deluge of words that its human had. It wanted to sniff, to scratch, to claw, to rub, to roll. The natural world was an experience unlike anything else. The alpha was a gateway to this world, and the new wolf pup wanted so badly to get out. Shawn's fingers, calloused by working with antiquities in rough conditions, started to grow puffy at the fingertips and the palms. The flesh began to swell and plump, pushing outward. Blood rushed into his nail beds, discoloring the flesh beneath the ivory shields before they started to darken, taking on the color of loamy soil as the skin above grew soft and spongy, closing over the fingernails as they pushed out into curves.

Shawn's clothing began to grow tight and restrictive, cutting into his collar, his shoulders and even his ribs. How was it that he could have ever worn such garments? His masters didn't bother with much clothing, although what little they had left looked far too tight… but their bodies were in their prime. Hudson's shoulders were wider than Hank's, his muscles not quite as developed yet but full of a youthful spryness that defied Hank's experience. Their lycan heads were fierce as they kissed, almost making it look like a battle that had to be won. Even Hudson's free paw was stroking across Hank's furry chest, appreciating the graded textures from wiry hair in the center of his chest to the softer fuzz that covered his arms.

How was it that they had not always existed this way? It was so much better to be an animal, a beast, to shed so many human frailties. Hank moaned into Hudson's developing muzzle, exploring the moist confines with his pliable tongue, grinning as he did so. Hank grinned as he thought about what would have happened if he embraced the key like Hudson had, but that thought was fleeting as the dominant kiss had captivated his thoughts once more. Hank moaned as the kissing grew more dominating and he felt like his muzzle was being fully owned by the Alpha male.

Shawn grinned as he could feel the growing presence inside of him slowly getting stronger as Hudson's corruptive and virile juices were flowing into him, gulping as he enjoyed nursing on the amount of cock Hudson had provided. He moaned as the feeling spread through him like wildfire and Shawn was eager to see what it would do to him. Shawn could feel his human mind slowly being drawn downward somewhere, but he didn't know where. However, at the same time… Shawn didn't care. It felt good to let go, to relax, to be something more than what he is currently. He could feel the presence of the wolf getting stronger as he felt the pressure in his fingers building, causing them to ache.

Curious to see what was happening, but not wanting to divert his attention away from the cock that was presented to him, Shawn brought both of his changing hands up to his Alpha's tool and began stroking it as he probed the head with his tongue. His eyes went wide as Shawn saw how dark his fingernails had become, but then the pressure started to be relieved as the developing claws beneath pushed their way forward a bit, breaking through as the human keratin was being ripped away in a painful and somewhat bloody mess. Just like with his fingers, Shawn could feel his body swelling and bulking as his clothes felt tighter on his body, causing them to tighten and then rip just a bit in several places to help relieve the strain on Shawn's bulking body.

There was no restraint, no care, no precision or focus. They were rapidly devolving into mere creatures of instinct. Hudson was starting to thrust his hips forward and back, playing with Shawn's grip and attention even as his tongue snaked its way practically to the edge of delving down Hank's throat. He was sweating like a male, he was writhing like a male, and he was having the time of his life. The snapping and creaking continued, though it was muffled beneath the rapidly thickening layer of flesh and fur. The truck cabin, as heavy as it was, was starting to rock ever so gently with the gyrations of the animals within.

It felt so good to give into the new instincts, but some small part of it filled with a growing restlessness. He was giving into his baser desires, but as good as that felt, it left a growing hole, a hole that felt like it could only be filled by taking more and more. Was this really enough? To kiss, to get a handjob and blowjob? What was it that Hank had said about marking his territory? As if in response, Hudson growled a little, feeling his own anatomy squirming around inside of him. His prostate pulsed, his bladder twitched, his balls swelled and he became more aware of the countless muscles that came into play at keeping the contents of his bladder right where they were. The animal inside him was clear; it was time to claim his dominance, to prove his alpha status. There were many ways he could do that… but some small part of him knew they'd have time. There was a long road ahead, many opportunities for coupling.

As Shawn knelt there, bathed in the blood red light of a corrupted moon, he saw the looming shadow of Hudson rising up. His broad shoulders billowed with a thick coating of fur. His head was long, dagger like, a muzzle honed to perfection. Two proud ears rose up above that. He rippled with strength and power as he moved. He had felt the urge to claim Shawn's ass, but Hank had been right. Moving too fast would ruin him forever. So instead he brought both paws around Shawn's skull, drawing him in deeper as if he was drinking from the goblet of life itself.

Shawn's cheeks bulged, his tongue undulating beneath the hot flesh. Hudson began to grunt and groan, hot breath blasting out of those nostrils with every thrust. As he did, his tail hiked up, presenting his furry ass cheeks and the pulsating sphincter between them. As dominant as Hudson was becoming, he had an egalitarian streak still. Hank had been deprived of the top spot. Hudson could give him consolation. That ass sang to Hank, calling out to him with a siren song. Hudson's ass, while larger and juicier than Shawn's, was also a virgin. His alpha trusted his beta, and the curse was woven through both of them. The invitation wasn't going to get much clearer, especially as Hudson's back arched and his cock began to unleash a torrent of milky seed that was rapidly growing thicker, saltier, and richer as it poured over Shawn's tongue.

What had started as a gentle shifting had become a raging wave crashing against Shawn's body. His skull felt like it was being reforged, burning hot and molten. His teeth jutted up into sharp dagger-like fangs. His tongue stretched forward. His nostrils flared and his cheeks bristled with whiskers. His hearing popped and snapped as the inner workings reshaped themselves, bringing everything around him into almost painful clarity while a symphony of more distant sounds created their own music. Waves of pleasure came across Shawn's body, but they were bound by pain and pressure. His remaining clothing grew tight at the edges, at the seams, each stitch feeling like some form of insult as it dug into the young man.

Shawn grunted and groaned, his clothing feeling constrictive like an ever-tightening straight-jacket. Kneeling in place, his sight and his mind focused on his Alpha's cock like the good, obedient pup he was becoming more on the outside than on the inside. Suddenly the fabric popped as his body continued to swell as thick tufts of various brown colored strands of fur poked through the tearing seams and in the body of the larger pieces of the fabric. They slowly continued to rip as his body thickened ever further, becoming huge, powerful and most importantly… strong. A strong, menacing growl escaped his throat as his mind was slowly being lost to that of the primal wolf taking over. It wanted - no, needed to hunt, to make more people like him, but his was not the right. Hudson, his Alpha, was the one to decide who became one of them and who was eaten. A wicked sneer grew on his face as he thought about, perhaps, the Alpha allowing him to turn people as well because honestly, that was a lot of work for one to do. It would be much quicker if they did it en masse and in number.

Shawn, focused on his current task to please the Alpha, placed his clawed fingers on the sides of his Alpha's thighs, as if grasping onto them for dear life and focused solely on Hudson. Shawn grinned as he watched Hudson and Hank locked onto one another's faces, muzzles interlocked, tongues flailing wildly inside both of their mouths vying for dominance. He could see the wrestling taking place where one would succeed, then the other, back and forth in a seemingly eternal struggle. It was as if Hank was going for the dominant position, but also knowing simultaneously that he was second to Hudson. Hank knew this, but he did love to act like the bad boy needing the Alpha's “punishment". He did, however, wish he hadn't been so quick to turn away the key, knowing what it was back then… knowing what he knew now. It felt amazing to be what they really are and now that the wolf was out to play, there was no going back and Hank definitely wouldn't have it any other way. Instinctively, Hank knew that being second to Hudson still meant that he was in charge, but Hudson was still the final authority regardless.

Saucy, intimate kisses became nips and bites as the two snarled a little at each other, but when Hudson pushed his backside to Hank's groin, the order was clear. While the animal kingdom asserted dominance very literally, one element that remained from their human selves was that Hudson could give his bottom to Hank and still retain the power. His furry cheeks parted, his anus seemed to dilate as it brushed the thick tip of Hank's rod and then it began to swallow it up and tug it inside. Hank was drawn forward as inch after inch of his male member dropped into a transformed passage. He felt his stomach pressing against Hudson's furry back, the tail curling around his navel and hip to keep it out of the way. Hank's heavy balls swung forward, almost fitting between Hudson's legs like puzzle pieces.

For a long moment the two remained connected, sizing up the situation, but Hudson's eager thrusting into Shawn's mouth had the side effect of buffeting back against the thick cock buried in his ass. The gyrations started slow but they built rapidly, coming into quick fire thrusts that shook Hudson forward and pushed his own cock down into Shawn's throat. They writhed in tangled, furry masses of lust and need, surrendered to the blood red light that washed over their bestial bodies. The bones had stopped popping for Hudson and Hank, the ligaments and tissues stretching as far as they could, but Shawn was far from finished.

Every drop of seed that Hudson poured down his gullet was like fertilizer. Shawn's face contorted and reshaped, pressing his jaw forward and broadening his nose, his mouth finally getting big enough for the sharp teeth that had tried to dominate it. His tongue wriggled with new length and flexibility even as his pointed ears began to shift and migrate up the sides of his elongated head. The last scraps of clothes snapped and tore, falling away as his shoulders broadened, his ribs pushed apart from one another and his spine lengthened. His arms were gangly, ending in deadly claws. His legs were thickening, becoming pillars of power and dexterity. The mouthy wanderer had been consumed by a hungry, horny, needy wolf pup… but Shawn wasn't exactly a pup. These werewolves were born with teeth, born virile and fertile and ready to spread their kind. He was a monster.

It took a lot to get such a large truck rocking, but a cabin filled by three werewolves managed. If anyone had been tall enough to see in the windshield, they would have seen three massive fur covered bodies writhing and wriggling, a tangle of sinews and muscles engaging in primal mating. The windows began to fog up, the heat and humidity reaching a tipping point inside. The smell must have been potent, but nothing was as powerful as the curse of the werewolf weaving its way outward from Anchor Cross. Those that had the bloodline were waking up from a dormant slumber, rising to a new destiny they did not know they had. Others were merely waiting to be taken into this new family.

Hudson tipped his head back and let out a reverberating howl that filled the cabin with nearly deafening volume. His huge balls churned, his shaft buried deep pulsed and throbbed and the cum he'd already been shedding grew thicker and stickier, more corrupt and inhuman. Hudson's ass clenched and massaged Hank's rod, thanking it in a pulsating grip for everything the elder werewolf had done for him and for the pack they had become. In the meantime, Shawn was gulping down every bit of corruptive seed that Hudson was pumping out while Hank was pumping into Hudson, pressing upon his prostate perfectly to milk out every single drop of thick, goopy, and corruptive cum into Shawn's insatiably hungry muzzle. As he knelt there, he was eager to serve the two original werewolves in any way they wanted. To mate. To hunt and feed. To hunt and corrupt. Nothing in his old life even mattered any more, though in the back of his mind… Shawn still wanted to get that item he set out to get at the beginning of his journey. A part of him was curious, wondering if it could be another real mystical item that could do more for the werewolf species. Was it something that could bring any one of them untold power? He couldn't help wondering if any of the items he had at home were really imbued with transformative power like they claimed. If this one item, the key, was real… then others had to be real as well… logically speaking.

However… none of it really mattered. What really mattered was the hunt to turn more… to bring more werewolves into this developing family and Shawn was eager to get out onto the grounds of the truckstop. He wanted to prowl and see what was happening to the others there that had their ancient bloodlines awakened or help bring others there that weren't born with the werewolf bloodline, like himself, into the lycanthropic life. Now… Shawn would still go hunting for these artifacts, but only to continue spreading lycanthropy from one trucker to another, one truck stop at a time! Regardless, what happened next was up to the Alpha and his Beta. Instinctively Shawn could tell that the beta, lodged into Hudson's ass, had yet to release his load, which would undoubtedly send more cum from Hudson's balls into his new lupine muzzle and down his hungry gullet. Like the good and obedient pup that he was, Shawn remained locked onto Hudson's thick cock, ready and hungry for more.