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A Legal Warning: This story may contain references and actions of a homosexual and homoerotic nature. Reader discretion is advised.

This story was also written with the help of Ryan-masterpaladin-Lewis. And I couldn't be happier about it, thanks Ryan. The characters Ryan and Joe belong to him and should not be used without his permission.

All other characters belong to me.

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Werewolf's Reprieve: Part 2

Part 2

I heard nothing as I felt the cover being removed from my head, but only one thought had flooded my brain the whole time. What was he going to think? How quickly will he throw me out into the rain? Will he call secret services and have me condemned to experiments. I cringed more as I slowly opened my eyes, trying to prepare myself for the horrible fate that followed.

Ryan hadn't said anything, merely stared like a deer stares at oncoming headlights. His eyes were studded open in total shock, completely trying to disbelieve what he was seeing. Not even his breathing made any noise, but it was apparent he was breathing deeply by the hard rhythmic movement of his chest. I made to stand and he fell backwards, falling hard on his ass.

"Ryan wait, I can explai-" I tried to say before I was cut off.

"You're, You're, You're," He said before swallowing hard, "a Werewolf?" I was unaware of thoughts might be going in his head right now.

'So the stories on the news are real?' He thought as he pondered what kind of dangers I posed to him, 'how is this physically possible?'

"Yes," I sighed, and walked forward a bit. The human jumped to his feet and backed off slowly.

"P-please don't hurt me," He said panting now, "I don't taste very good, I-I don't think."

"Wait please," I begged, getting on my knees, "I don't want to hurt you. Please don't throw me out, or turn me into the authorities." I begged quickly, to get my point across before I was interrupted again. But Ryan didn't shout anything else; he stopped moving, although his hands were still held up, as if trying to protect himself.

"Wait a minute," he said, "why are you the one begging for his life? Aren't you supposed to like try to kill me while I beg for my life?"

"Please let me explain," I said to him standing back up. I sat on the nearby bed, while Ryan closed the door, and hit the lock on it. The venetian blinds covering the window were closed, so no one could see inside. He then sat on the bed next to me, albeit a couple feet away and nodded.

"Alright, let's hear your story," he said, "but please seriously, don't eat me." I didn't smile, although it seemed that perhaps he was joking. My head let down and I began to tell my story.

"I'm a Native American, from a tribe known as Creek. Although my family in particular didn't live on the reservations in Oklahoma, we did however did take part in events there. Some of those events may be a little unbelievable, especially to those who have no idea."

"Unbelievable how?" Ryan asked, looking at me curiously.

"Well, in the same way you see me now," I explained, "it's a secret that my tribe has kept for centuries. Werewolves are our protectors, and every five years or so we pay homage by having a ritual for them."

"What kind of ritual?" The human prodded.

"Well, a mating ritual," Ryan looked at me in only moderate surprise so I continued, "every five years, five young women are chosen and taken into the forest. These women in particular were trained and prepared properly for the ritual. My grandfather was in charge of these rituals. He had decided this time around to bring me along with him, so I could experience it first hand as a witness." Ryan nodded again.

"The ritual normally goes like this. We do some spiritualistic dances around a fire that we light in the woods. Following that, The men in the ritual sprinkle everyone in some sort of mystic dust. I don't know what purpose but I think it was to protect us in some way. Anyway, after that we do some chants, which summons the werewolf from deep in the dark forest. It's always only been one werewolf at a time. When he does he examines over the chosen females, and then bites one of them. The one he bites becomes a werewolf and in turn becomes the werewolf's mate. Those two can then breed another werewolf, and the cycle continues."

"So it's customary for the female to be bit," Ryan pointed out, and I nodded, continuing my story.

"Everything went well until the werewolf showed up. That's when everything went wrong. Everyone except the females were supposed to back off, so as to not interfere between the werewolf and the chosen. The females are the only ones the werewolf won't attack. I didn't know much of what to do for it being my first time at the ritual, and I tripped over a nearby stump. The landing caught the werewolf's attention, and I panicked. I bolted off in a run to the forest, and he chased me. I didn't pay much attention to where I was going or the shouts from my grandfather and the others. I just kept running. I made a wrong turn, running into a cave, which led right to a dead end. I cried and cowered in a corner, praying that he wouldn't rip me to shreds." I choked a little here, and Ryan waited patiently.

"He didn't advance immediately, but merely locked gazes with mine, as if examining into my soul. A theory was he might have seen me as a potential mate, so."

"He bit you," Ryan interjected, and I nodded. I pulled my thin shirt back, showing him the end result. My shoulder was badly scarred, easily visible through the fur, as the fur usually grew around the scar. It didn't hurt much at all anymore, but when he did bite, the pain lasted a long time. The human grimaced in sympathy, understanding the ordeal I went through.

"Yeah, he then disappeared shortly before the others found me. My grandfather was angry, and was also unsure of what would happen to me. At first, nothing much was thought of it, besides everyone nearly alienating me for the accident. That was until the first full moon. Then I had completely lost consciousness of who I was when I first transformed."

"What happened to your tribe?" Ryan asked concerned.

"The tribe was devastated, but managed to hold me down after a while before I changed back. I had killed a couple warriors, and gravely injured my grandfather. This brought shame upon my parents. Everyone else was angry, and they knew that I would transform again upon the next moon cycle. So on unanimous vote, I was cast away from the tribe, my name labeled in shame and exiled into the woods."

"How terrible," Ryan said.

"I did my best to adjust to new life in the woods, but it didn't last long. Everytime I transformed I went on a rampage. A couple of times I accidentally killed a civilian or two. But each time I transformed I became more and more aware, and soon managed to begin controlling myself. But the murders had already occurred and I was forced to move to another plain. During this time of migration, I managed to get more and more in control, until I got as you see me now, able to retain my speech and human thought process."

"From there I felt more comfortable going into towns, drifting, begging for a little help or donation, whether shelter or food. But nearly everytime, I was cast away. People aren't as charitable as they used to be."

"How terrible," Ryan said, "so this lonely path lead you here, to St. George."

"Right," I said slowly, "my only hint to stay hidden is when the pain of transforming begins. It always hurt, everytime I transformed, even now."

"Because your skeletal frame and dermatological properties shift horrendously quick, right?" Ryan asked. I nodded.

"I normally stay hidden in an alleyway or something during the phase. But this time, the storm was too much, and my clothes were ruined to the point that I could have died from hypothermia," I said, "And you know the rest." Ryan had taken a long time after that to seemingly ponder through his thoughts. After a good long while of waiting he stood up.

"Alright then," he said, "That was one hell of a story. The only thing keeping me from disbelieving it is the fact that you stand here before me in your lupine form. But not only do I believe it now, you seem to be in need of my help more than I thought. You're welcome to stay as long as you like. I have a calendar you can use to determine when you will transform or not, and I can be trusted to keep a secret. Believe me, if someone else were to catch you, you'd probably be on your way to a scientific lab by now and never see the light of day again." I didn't know what to say my jaw was open a little in surprise. He was willing to put himself on the line to help me, who now was still mostly a stranger to him. I stood up and hugged him.

"Oh thank you," I said, "you won't regret it, I promise." He smiled a bit and slowly pushed my arms away from him.

"It's nothing," He said and looked up at the clock, "wow that took longer than I thought. Tomorrow's Saturday, which means the stores will fill up quickly by mid day. Go ahead and get some sleep Dustin. Tomorrow I will take you to go get some new clothes for you and anything else you might need." He stood up and walked out of the room. I laid down on the bed in a huge amount of relief, the tensed energy released with my breath. I quickly found myself tired as I thanked my lucky stars that I was in this teenager's home. But more questions filled my head.

'Is he living alone? What if he has parents living here? What if something goes wrong?' I idly cast it aside slowly, as I pulled the covers over me and fell asleep.

Morning had certainly quickly followed though. I found myself waking up with a knocking on my bedroom door.

"Time to get up Dustin, breakfast is nearly ready," Ryan said, and I slowly sat up. I looked over my arms quickly and felt my face, realizing that I had returned to my human form. I slipped out of bed and walked to the nearby bathroom. The mirror confirmed that I was back to normal, at least for another few weeks or so. I freshened up slowly and walked downstairs, where I found a hot plate full of food waiting at an empty seat. Ryan had set his own plate down and was eating by the time I got into the other empty seat.

"Go ahead and eat up Dustin, we have a big day ahead of us," Ryan said pointing his head at my breakfast plate. I had looked around the dining room for a bit, and just had to ask a certain question.

"Do you live here alone?" He looked up at me, not too surprised from the question.

"Yeah, I'm all that's left of my family. My parents died about a year ago, in a freak accident, and I don't have any siblings living remotely close to here. But I take really good care of myself. I'm a best selling author, and made most of my money through book sales, and family inheritance. It's more than enough for me to live off of forever." He explained, and I was the one who was surprised.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"18," he said, "graduated college not too long ago too. It may be glamorous, but it's quiet and lonely all the time. I have all this wealth, and no one to share it with." I didn't say anything else, half because the food was getting cold, and half because I was pondering what he meant by no one to share it with. Did he mean a friend or something more? When breakfast was finished, Ryan grabbed both plates and put them in the kitchen sink, cleaning them off. He spoke to me.

"Go upstairs and take a shower to freshen up. I'll leave a new set of clothes for you to wear for today, so you don't look homeless while we go shopping, ok?" I nodded and did as was told.

The shower itself was a welcome feeling. It did remind me of how much my muscles ached from all my previous endeavors, but it did soothe those muscles as well. I stayed in there for about twenty minutes, before walking out and drying myself with the towel in the bathroom. I returned to the guestroom where I stayed in and found a nice red shirt, and blue jeans folded up neatly at the foot of the bed. On top of them was a new pair of socks as well.

I put on the new clothes, keeping my bad pair of shoes for now, because I figured that he would get me a new pair during our errands for the day. When I got downstairs again, Ryan was waiting by the front door, the sun was shining brightly through the window above it.

"You ready to go?" He asked, and I nodded, "after you." He opened the door and held it there, letting me walk out, before following right behind, shutting the door right behind him.

"So where are we going first?" I asked Ryan, as I walked beside him up the sidewalk.

"The mall is exactly a block away," He pointed out, "it'll have everything we need there." He certainly knew his way around town, and I was glad that I wouldn't get lost as long as I was with him.

I had always felt like an outcast throughout my life, and this was no exception. I had people looking over at me from left and right. I had to check to make sure I didn't change again, because I felt like I stood out so much. Fortunately, they quickly shifted from me to Ryan, and waved. As he did the same walking in, I learned that he was well known and respected as he said. This helped make me feel more comfortable.

We started at a clothing store just past the large food court. This mall was only one floor, but was still big in it's own right. I never spent much time in a store like this, but I didn't hesitate following Ryan, who had made a beeline for the men's section. It was nice as it was right next to the men's changing room.

"I'm not picky on what you pick Dustin," Ryan explained, "pick what you want and try them on. Just make sure that they match." I nodded and looked around. We were there at the store for a good few hours. I had found a lot of clothes that I liked, and more than plenty I didn't. I had enough clothes to last a week and a half in between washing. Most of them were pretty dark, with not much logo or artworks on them. Ryan was greeted by the cashier as we got up to the register.

"Hey Ryan, having a good morning are we?" The guy smiled.

"More or less the same Joe," Ryan said, as Joe looked at me for a good second, while expertly dragging tags over the scanner. "I'm just here to help Dustin here get back on his feet."

"What did I tell you about helping hobos Ryan?" Joe and Ryan laughed from Joe's question, and it made me feel a little bad, like I was freeloading.

"Hey, I'm rich," Ryan said chuckling, "it's my money and I want to use it to help people. It's the number one reason why I don't live in highty tighty mansions. It's too rich for my tastes."

"Are you sure you aren't just lonely Ryan?" Joe asked teasingly, still sorting through the clothes, "I keep offering to take you to meet some friends of mine. They would love to meet you."

"Not after I got stalked by that chick with schizophrenia for 4 months," Ryan rebuttled.

"Touche," Joe said and finished running the new clothes through the scanner, "well nice to meet you Dustin, but you just cost my best friend over 450 dollars though."

"I told you already, money's no issue," Ryan said, handing Joe a debit card. After the transaction Joe waved us goodbye and we headed on our way. I carried the clothes for Ryan, to help make up a little bit of the money he just spent on me.

We had visited plenty of other places throughout the day. We stopped by a high quality chinese food place at the food court for lunch, which was expensive definitely. We had then stopped by the electronics store. Ryan was adamant in buying a large flat screen for my room, and even offered to get a new video game system for me. I readily declined, feeling too blessed already. But despite other protests, he had bought me the TV.

When we finally got home, both of our hands were full of new stuff, and I was still shocked that it was all for me. Ryan expertly shifted the front door open with one hand, and let himself in. I quickly followed, and we set the heavy load down in the living room.

"There we go, it should be everything you need for now," Ryan said, I still felt a little guilty.

"Yeah but you spent over 4000 dollars today. Why spend all that much money for me?" I asked him curiously. Ryan stopped, his back facing me. He held his hand to his chin, as if deep in thought, and he shrugged.

"Can't I help someone in need?" He asked and looked at the clock. "It's nearly 4. Why don't you go relax for a bit while I get dinner started?" He walked off quickly to the kitchen, and I just stood there, wondering what he meant with his seemingly rhetorical question.