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Chapter 4

"A werewolf club?" Tammy chuckled at Angela's suggestion but managed to keep herself from sneering at it. "What makes you think that would be a good idea?"

"Well, it's more a general paranormal club but I'm sure werewolves are part of it," Angela said a little defensively. "The girl in charge is a super-nerd but I like her. Besides ... I want to make some friends outside of our pack."

"You're not finding people on that kinky website again, are you?" Tammy asked with accusations laced in her tone.

"Yes and no," Angela said with a grin that both infuriated and excited Tammy when she saw it. "A little on-line flirting is harmless and no one knows who I really am. Besides ... some of them are furries so we'll fit right in."

"I'm pretty sure we look nothing like the costumes when we wolf-out," Tammy told her. "They might want to fff ... have sex with us but that doesn't mean they won't wig out and run away before we get the chance."

"But I want to recruit others," Angela whined. "Master's away at that ... thing ... that the other werewolves are going to. Are you sure you can't tell me where he went?"

"Do you think I'd be this annoyed if I knew where he went?" Tammy asked with barely controlled fury written all over her.

Angela sighed and nodded. "Makes you wonder what else he's not telling us."

"Lots of things, I'm sure," Tammy said a little more bitterly than she meant to.

"So, let's find out!" Angela only got this perky when she had something horrible planned.

"Oh god," Tammy said as she took a step back. "What are you planning this time?"

"Don't worry, Sis," Angela said as she leaned in and gave Tammy a peck on the cheek, "you won't hate everything about this one."

*****

"So far I hate everything about this idea," Tammy said with her lower lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout.

"I know," Angela said with a grin that proved she was hiding laughter, "it's adorable."

"Alright everyone, settle down!" Tammy leaned back in the uncomfortable desk-chair as the leader of the group moved to the front of the classroom. Tammy's mouth hung open as she realized who was leading the club. "I see some new people in the back so we'll be making introductions. My name is Heather-"

"Hi Heather," the group droned in reply like an AA meeting.

"and welcome to the Paranormal Activity Student Society, also known as PASS." There was some chuckling in the room and Heather's face said was pleased with the inside joke. "If you are here to make fun of us or see of you can get laid then you've come to the wrong place. PASS is lots of fun but we're serious about the occult. All of us here believe in the supernatural and I'm not interested in heckling, snide remarks, or unwanted lewdness. Do we understand each other?"

When did she become an alpha? This spineless little girl who could not make eye contact with me a year ago is looming over me and staring me down! Did another supernatural creature get ahold of her and change her like Master changed us?

"Uhm ... sure," Tammy finally said with a little more respect for the girl than she had a few minutes before.

"Very good," Heather said with a nod. "Well then-"

"Hang on," Tammy interrupted. "Are you going to make Angela agree too or am I just that scary looking?"

"Angela is already a member of PASS," Heather said firmly. "You're the new face in the crowd and this isn't a cult that's desperate for new members. If you're a bitch then you can fuck right off."

Interesting choice of words.

"Oh," Tammy said as she turned very slowly toward her little-sister who blushed and smiled manically. "Goodie."

"Now we're going to go around the room and introduce ourselves," Heather stated and Tammy felt herself becoming more aggravated than she was prepared to be. "Like I said, I am Heather, I'm a junior, and I'm majoring in veterinary medicine."

Tammy did not remember most of the details as people introduced themselves. Heather appeared to be the poster child for getting fatter by the minute and another girl, Caylee, was right behind her. Nancy and Emily were firmly in the painfully skinny girl who will never have boobs or hips category, Abigail was a gloomy goth-girl who was more cute then beautiful, and then there was Keni. He had pink hair and thick arms but looked a little too feminine in the face.

Tammy did not have much time to contemplate this, though, because three heavy breathing fat boys, who looked like they were going to spend the rest of their lives in their mother's basement, introduced themselves as Donald, Terry, and Matt. Marco and Aaron were the skinny nerdy guys, Nathan was somewhere in the middle, and then there was Dustin.

Dustin was a corn-fed farm boy with dirty blonde hair, blue jeans, and the type of muscle tone that made Tammy forget that someone else was talking to her. If there is any justice in the world I will ride that cowboy like a jockey during The Breeders' Cup World Championships.

"I'm ah junior an' I'm learnin' 'bout the agriculture." Dustin spoke with a farmer's accent that made him sound dumb no matter how smart he might be.

Okay, maybe just a few laps around the track, Tammy thought as Dustin carried on in his simple country accent. Definitely not taking him home to Master, or anything.

"I joined PASS 'cause o' my Uncle Mark," he continued. "He got all tore up by somtin' big, one night. Some folks say it was a bear, or somtin', but I always reckoned it was one oh them werewolf or choober ... chup-papa-"

"Chupacabra," Heather said for him.

"Yeah," Dustin agreed with a nod, "one o' them there chubra-thingies. Might have been a werewolf, though."

Something about Dustin's way of talking seemed to try up every amorous thought Tammy had about the boy. It was odd, her old self would have pounced on this boy immediately ... but now, she felt herself becoming less and less interested with every word he uttered.

"It couldn't have been a werewolf," the dark haired fat boy known as Matt cut in. "If your uncle had been mauled by a werewolf he would have turned into one. You said before that he died, right?"

"Oh yeah," Dustin said with a nod. "He bled out an-"

"Not a werewolf, then," Matt interrupted in the tone of self-important know-it-alls everywhere. "If he'd been mauled by a werewolf he'd have been infected by lycanthrope. Werewolves regenerate from just about anything but silver so he would have healed, but he didn't so it was probably a Chupacabra."

The conversation went on like that for about ten minutes but then was interrupted by an extremely overweight woman who Tammy had somehow missed. "Thank you everyone," she said as she waddled from her corner to the front of the room. "I am Ms. Blossom and I'm the faculty for PASS. Welcome to our little group, Tammy. Do you have any supernatural interests? Angela tells us she's really into werewolves and wishes she could find some to join their pack!"

"Really?" Tammy asked as her fury began to grow and she glared at her pack mate. "You ever checkout any Bigfoot sightings?"

"There are no Bigfoot sightings in this part of the country," Heather said as if her words might crush Tammy into the earth. "We mostly look into potential hauntings, but most of us have a passing interest in the occult."

"Would you like your future told?" Ms. Blossom burst out in an obvious attempt to stop the hostility. "I read tarot cards and we have a little tradition with new people. It's always good to check a new person out and see what they're into."

Tammy looked at Angela who blushed and nodded. "Anything good?"

"Oh ... lots of good," Angela said sheepishly. "Apparently I'm going to inspire a good friend or lover to do great things!"

Tammy tried to bore into her pack mate's skull with her eyes but the girl just burst into laughter then leaned forward and kissed Tammy hard on the lips. It was terribly unfair ... mostly because it shattered most of Tammy's indignation and made her feel vulnerable. Angela's kisses always made Tammy believe better things about the world and the young woman used them like a weapon whenever Tammy was doing something that she did not like.

When the kiss was over, Tammy glanced around and noticed looks of approval from the other people in the room.Of shit ... they think I'm one of them. "Right," Tammy said as she felt a blush that had nothing to do with her temper. "Sure, I'll get a reading."

*****

"Wasn't that fun?" Angela chirped as they walked home along the sidewalk. Tammy made a noncommittal noise so her pack mate continued. "What did your reading say?"

"Hmm?" Tammy asked and she blinked out of her reverie.

"Your reading," Angela prompted. "You've been off in your own little world ever since your reading so it must have been interesting."

"Oh ... yeah." Tammy took a deep breath and tried to come back to the present but the words of that silly fat woman were burning in her mind and would not go away. "The center of the reading was the death card. She told me that means my old life is ending and a whole new life is beginning. Apparently that happens a lot when people go to college but it could also be the werewolf thing."

"Well duh," Angela said with a little giggle. "So, what was part two?"

"She said I'm a rebel," Tammy said with a shrug. "Apparently I like kicking down hierarchies and not following rules."

"Sounds like she was right there," Angela said as she took Tammy's hand and gave it a squeeze. "What was the third thing she told you?"

"She said something big is getting ready to happen to me," Tammy said quietly. "She said my whole life changed when I came to college but there's another massive change coming. She grilled me for life details and then made a wild guess about my father but I ..." Tammy trailed off and began thinking about it again but Angela gave her hand a little tug.

"She was spot on, wasn't she?" Angela asked and Tammy was forced to nod. "It's okay, she said some pretty spot on things about me too."

"Do you think any of them are from the spooky side of town?" Tammy asked.

"I'm pretty sure Ms. Blossom is a witch or an oracle or something," Angela said. "She's way too good with those cards to be mundane. Heather and Abigail give me a vibe too but I'm still getting a feel for the others."

"I don't know," Tammy muttered. "I can't believe Heather."

"I know!" Angela said with a bit too much excitement in her voice. "I think she's really cool ... but she didn't seem to like you."

"Master told me to try recruiting her, last year," Tammy said quietly. "Before I met you ... she was supposed to be our second."

"Oh?" Angela said and he stopped walking. They were in the middle of a small park with sidewalks in the middle of campus called the quad. Tammy realized she had probably just made her little-sister think of life without the pack and she knew how horrible that feeling was.

"I'm sorry," Tammy said. "Heather and I just didn't get along. She was so quiet ... and I thought she was a doormat. But that girl we saw tonight was a tiger! I've never seen such a change in someone!"

"I have," Angela said quietly, and she leaned in close to Tammy to whisper in her ear. "Do you think she's spooky? I mean ... you and I changed after Master found us."

"Maybe," Tammy confessed. "We'll have to watch her."

"Oh?" Angela said and she began to practically vibrate with excitement. "You mean ... like all secret and stuff?"

"Well yeah," Tammy said as she stared into Angela's hopeful blue eyes. "We can't spy if she knows we're doing it."

"Should I get some dark sunglasses and a trench coat?" Angela asked hopefully.

"Oh god." Tammy groaned dramatically. "Are you going to go all Harriet the Spy on this?"

"I might," Angela said as she leaned in and kissed Tammy full on the lips.

Once again the electric nature of the kiss caused the world to fade away. Tammy leaned heavily against the tree at her back and wrapped her arms around Angela's lithe frame. She held her close, squeezing her bottom and tasting her mouth with abandon. Then something went horribly wrong.

"Fuckin' hawt-ass bitches!" A male voice brayed and Tammy jerked her head up to notice five frat-boys who looked too drunk to think strait.

"Do that again!" one shouted.

"Make out with her again!" another echoed only he added some obscene gestures to the demand. "Come on! Get freaky!"

This was something Tammy had been worried about since the first time Angela said she loved her. This was the reason she never told Angela that she loved her back. Times were changing and a liberal college campus was generally safe ... but they were standing in a dark shadow of the quad in the middle of the night, and help was very unlikely to arrive.

"Fuck off," Tammy snarled and she instinctively moved in front of Angela to glare at the leader.

"No, no," the leader of the group snarled as he began to draw closer. "Not like that! I want to see some more!" He pulled out his camera phone and aimed it in their general direction. "Come on, this shit belongs on-line!"

Gentle Angela clung to her big-sister. Tammy remembered Angela's father yelling at her just like this and it triggered the response of a child before an aggressive parent. Tammy squared her shoulders and tried not to let her anger turn into rage. Don't do it ... don't kill them. They're just bratty little shits. They're nothing. Don't let them get to you.

Time began to warp around her and suddenly the lead man, for he was too big and strong to be dismissed as a boy, grabbed Tammy by the breast. Her hand came up on its own and slapped the molester so swiftly that, for a moment, no one was certain what had happened. A streak of blood began to run down his cheek and Tammy realized her claws were extended.

"Fuck off," Tammy growled again as she focused on retracting any of her potentially lupine features.

The leader of the group glared at Tammy and she could see the conflict in his eyes. Had he been alone he might have backed down, but Tammy knew the way a wolf pack worked and this one could not look weak in front of his pack mates.

"I know what these dykes need," the leader said to his group as he grabbed Tammy and pulled her away from Angela, "a good stiff dick."

"Yeah!" agreed another as he grabbed Angela. "They just gotta be laid right! A good dickin's just what they need!"

"Bring them back over to our side!" shouted a third. "Cum in her mouth! That'll fix her!"

Five members of a human pack spread out, forming a circle. Two went to the rear while three stayed in front. They closed; grubby hands pulling the girls this way and that. Angela clenched her eyes shut and screamed. She had never been a warrior. Tammy, on the other hand, was a little rougher as a human and now she felt her blood boiling with rage. Holding as hard as she could to the reins, she struggled against the beasts both outside and in.

The fraternity brothers grabbed their intended victims and tore at their cloths. Tammy twisted in their grip, lunged forward, and slammed her fist into the lead male's stomach. He doubled over but two others grabbed and then threw her down.

Two had Tammy and two had her little-sister. Tammy's attackers punched and kicked her; hurling the insults of simple brains high on alcohol and rage. Angela did not have the ability to fight back. They tore off her clothing and roughly groped at her body. Tears flowed from her eyes but she was submissive. When the first of her attackers unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis, Tammy could no longer hold back.

What happened next was confusing and would forever be a little difficult for Tammy to fully remember. After beating her bloody, one of her attackers slapped her in the face with something that ended up being a penis. The rapist then pinched her cheeks and forced himself inside of her lips. Another pulled her pants down and began fumbling at her backside for a proper angle to penetrate.

Tammy's growl was purely canine. Fangs and claws sprouted allowing her to snap off the pitiful penis. There was a terrible scream but she was not through. Twisting and tearing, she opened up the first young man, spilling his entrails onto the ground. She then turned on the other young man and thrust her claws into his stomach, penetrating him like he planned to do with her.

The other attackers all stopped, held transfixed by the horror brought about by their actions. Tammy spit the bloody male member onto the ground and licked her muzzle with a long and bloody tongue. It was then that she discovered the shrieks of men to be almost as high pitched as the shrieks of women as they fled into the night.

One of them had his phone out! Get him! The voice in her head was not her own. Tammy did not know the source of the voice but she charged after the boy with the phone, leaping ten feet into the air to pounce on his back with both knees. Many of the bones in his upper-body and chest broke when they crunched to the ground but it did not end there. Tammy's fists came down like hammers upon the prone man and she did not stop until his only movements were the convulsions of his overloaded nervous system.

The horror of her situation seemed to cool some of her rage as Tammy took a firm grip on the reins of her she-wolf and pulled herself back to center. Fangs and claws returned to teeth and nails. Slowly she returned to her human self; kneeling in a pool of slowly spreading blood.

Panic nipped at her but Tammy picked up the cellphone and broke it cleanly in two. She almost threw it but she realized she needed to put it into her pocket so that she could properly dispose of it later. My pocket ... yeah ... my clothes. Where are my clothes?

Angela's weeping brought her the rest of the way back to normal. Tammy realized her shoes lay in tatters on the ground and she had done considerable damage to the shirt she had been wearing. Discarding this as unimportant, she cradled Angela and held her while she cried. The pain of the sound cut right through Tammy's iron defenses and she began to tremble as her own tears pushed their way to the surface.

Get up Tammy! Someone will have heard that! The police will come! You'll be discovered! Master will abandon you! The wolf will be stripped away and you'll be human again!

"Oh ... children," spoke a deep voice with a rich almost Jamaican accent. "What ya be getting' to?"

Gritting her fangs, Tammy turned away from her pack-mate and stood ready to fight. The man who stood before her was beautiful, dark as night, and the most terrifying individual she had ever seen. Wearing only sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt, his muscles flexed obscenely in the moonlight and his dark skin had steam coming off of it. His dark eyes were intensely predatory and Tammy knew at once that he could kill her if he chose to.

"Asha," the man said sternly. A sound caught Tammy's attention and she realized she did not see the young woman, of similar figure, who had been creeping up on them. "Ya mus' be da tralls. I be Ansa o' de Simba pride. Ya made a right mess 'ere tonight." He paused and moved toward the wolf-girls, casually looking around as if he had just stepped into a flea market. "This be a right mess."

Pausing at the pile of clothing, Ansa picked them up and handed them to Tammy. She found herself taking them without meaning to and it suddenly dawned on her that her pants and panties had been around her ankles when she shifted, so they were salvageable. A blush filled her face as she looked away and began putting her panties and pants back on.

"What the hell are you?" Tammy asked as she failed to sound threatening.

"Simba," Ansa said with more than a little amusement to his voice. "Ya neva seen da Lion King before?"

"You're a lion?" Tammy asked as she finished adjusting and she glared at the man.

"You are ... what do dey say, a werewolf?" Ansa said with a growing smile that was pissing Tammy off. "Dat make me ... a werelion. I turn to a lion. Ya turn to a wolf. It all da same, mon."

Tammy moved back to Angela and drew the girl to her feet. "What do you want?"

"Ya killt a mortal," Ansa said with darkness in his voice. "Da penalty be death ... but ya be cubs to our ways ... so de punishment be up to ya mastah."

"What the hell do you know about Master?" Tammy lashed out.

"Oh ... de noble wolf an' I go way back," Ansa said with all of his teeth showing. It was probably a smile ... but there was a ton of meanings to it that caused Tammy's heartrate to accelerate as he body primed itself to run away. "De prides an' packs hunt togetha ... an' we all get hurt if dis mess not clean. You run back to ya lair. Asha an' I take care o' dis."

"Just like that?" Tammy asked suspiciously. "You're not going to come back tomorrow and charge me a fee or something?"

"Children ... children," Ansa said with laughter in his voice, "you not part o' da war. You be minors in our world ... so I gots ta 'elp clean up. Besides ... if the 'umans hunt your kind ... they also be huntin' mine."

"Right," Tammy said as she forced herself to calm down. "That makes sense." Gritting her fangs, Tammy squeezed Angela hard and then gripped her by the hair and forced eye contact. "Angela." Master had been teaching Tammy how to use the power of the pack. Angela was Tammy's subordinate which meant her word was law. The bonds of the pack wrapped around the omega werewolf and she instantly pulled herself together and paid attention to her superior. "We have to get back home."

"Home," Angela said with a distant voice. "Get ... home."

"Yes," Tammy told her, "get your things." They moved around the area, gathering up anything they had dropped and making sure not to disturb the bodies. "Alright, let's go." Tammy ordered, and the pair moved on silent feet back to the protection of their lair.