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The weekend came and went without Brandon speaking to me, and I as I sat in chemistry class, looking over a molar mass formula for the eleventh time, it finally hit me. I destroyed the best and longest friendship I'd ever had. Brandon sat in the desk to my back right, and though I couldn't see him, I could almost feel the heat from his glare.

I turned my head slowly to get a better look at him, but he let out a huff through his nose, his narrow eyes no longer torturing me as they pretended to scan the pages of the thick chemistry book on his desk. Shame spread across my face as I turned back around.

The bell rang, and an unusually somber classroom bustled quietly as everyone gathered their things and filed into the hall. A quarter of the school was absent, either in the hospital or picking through the rubble of their shattered lives... or dead. Five students had died in the storm; luckily, no one I knew personally, but it was still upsetting. A lot of us didn't talk about it, but we were all thinking the same thing. It could have been any of us.

When I saw the devastation after leaving Brandon's house, it was a miracle only twenty people in total died. The ride to my house was probably the most nerve-wracking and horrible experience of my life. The flattened, torn-up remains of my town may as well have been the best symbolism for the friendship that ended that day.

I slipped quietly through the hall, keeping my distance from Brandon as he shoved an armful of books into his locker. One of them fell out, and he kicked it, letting out a frustrated yell before picking it up and throwing it inside. Everyone turned toward him, whispering quietly amongst themselves, but I took that as my cue to get the hell out of there.

I threw open the door of the main building and descended the steps to the sidewalk. My friend Jessi agreed to give me a ride home after she was done with drama club in an hour, giving me plenty of time to dwell on Friday's mistake. Being with his dad felt good in the moment, and the lycan was more of an older friend than a father-figure, despite the roleplay. Plus... all that alcohol. Part of me wanted to hate him for getting me all liquored up and seducing me, but I had no one to blame but myself. The guy didn't force me to do anything; I practically jumped on his dick the moment I saw it.

The other part of me--the part I didn't understand, knew I needed him more than anyone, even more than my friendship with Brandon. As much as I hated myself for what I'd done, the lycan dominated my thoughts. My body and mind craved him. Not only did I have to contend with the shame around Brandon, but I also had to hold back an almost uncontrollable desire to run the mile and a half to his house and get raw-dogged by his enormous beast of a father. Was I selfish enough to do that and not care how badly it hurt my friend?

A hand touched my back, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Alright, what the hell is going on?" I turned to see Heather climb over the bench with one leg, straddling it playfully as she stared me down.

"Nothing to worry about. How's your dad?"

She forced a smile, but cringed as she looked away. "He's... okay. He broke some bones and had some internal bleeding, but he's out of the woods now."

"Damn, I didn't know it was that bad."

"It could have been much worse. You should have seen the car. It looked like a ball of crumpled paper. I'll take him being banged up over being dead any day."

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah."

"Okay, what happened between you and Brandon?" she asked, lowering her voice as a couple students walked by. "Brandon's only speaking to me in one-word grunts, and you're out here with that lost puppy look on your face."

"I did something really awful, but I don't want to talk about it."

"He told me you two got into a fight, but I swear to God," she let out a stifled laugh, "it was like you two broke up or something."

"We may as well have. If we were any closer, we'd be sleeping with each other."

"That would be... really hot." She cocked a grin. "Put me in a chair next to the bed with some chocolate and a vibrator, and I could definitely enjoy it."

"You are one kinky bitch around me, wow," I said with a laugh as I gauged her semi-serious expression.

"There she is," Heather said, shoving my arm with her hand. "And you're just as much of a freak as I am. I'm sure whatever you did isn't bad enough to throw away a good thing. Brandon is not Brandon without Aiden and vice versa."

I couldn't help but smile at that. "It was bad."

"How bad?"

I looked away and muttered through my teeth. "I slept with his dad."

"You didn't!"

"Shh!" I looked around to see if anyone was close. "Do not let that slip to anyone. Not even Brandon. He already threatened to pour bleach into his eyes, for real."

"He fucking saw you guys together?" She inched up closer, leaning in, her eyes wide. Typical Heather. The juicier the gossip, the more dramatic the reaction.

I sighed. "He didn't see us fucking or anything, but he came into the bedroom while we were in bed together the morning after."

"Oh my God."

"There's no fixing this, Heather. There's no do-over. It was a fucked-up thing I did while drunk, on my ruined birthday, and I was already feeling like shit." I rubbed my palm against my forehead. "God, I'm a horrible person."

"You were drunk too? Jesus, Aiden. I don't even know you anymore," she said in a half-joking tone. "You're not a terrible person, and as bad as this is right now, it's not worth ruining a friendship over." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Okay, so you fucked his dad, so what? He'll get over it. I can talk to him."

"No!" I grabbed her arm. "He'll lose it if he knows I told you. Plus..." I hesitated, muttering under my breath.

"What?"

"I really, really like his dad."

"Like... how much?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Have you ever met someone who makes you almost come from a stare?"

She held her hand up to her chest. "Holy shit, he's that hot?"

"He's an absolute animal," I said, the double-meaning lost on her, but it was my way of getting it off my chest without spilling the beans.

"Is he big?"

"Heather, come on..." I said, my face getting hotter.

She studied me and gasped. "Oh my God, he's huge! I've gotta meet this dad."

"Fuck. No. We have just reached the limits of this conversation."

"Hmm," she muttered. "Brandon never lets me come over to his house, but I know where he lives." I shot an angry glare at her. "And Brandon's at work."

"No. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? Brandon's already pissed off enough."

"Well, let me take you there at least. You two discuss how you're going to handle Brandon, and maybe put some guardrails on the forbidden romance."

"Guardrails?"

"You know, put limits on things for Brandon's sanity."

"You don't understand. It's more complicated than that, and if you get involved, this could ruin things between you and him, too."

"It's not--"

"Keep going down this rabbit hole, and I promise, it's going to end badly," I interrupted, slipping the backpack over my shoulder before standing. "Brandon and I need to let things simmer, but I may have just mercy-killed whatever was left of our friendship by telling you all this."

"I won't tell him, and I won't get involved unless I have to," she said, standing next to me before giving me a hug. "Whatever happens between you both, I'm still your hag, bitch. Got it?"

I clicked my tongue and smiled. "Of course... skank."

"Sloppy rachet queen."

"God I love you," I said, pretending to tear up. "Make out with me."

"I still want to see you and Brandon together," she said, leaning over to grab her bookbag from the bench.

I gave her a side-eyed glare. "Girl, I'll be lucky if he ever talks to me again, let alone does anything you're fantasizing about."

She smiled, replacing her devious expression with the usual bubbly, innocent act. "Do you at least need a ride home?"

I thought about what she said earlier, and if I had a shot in hell at fixing things between us, I'd need to talk to his father. "Nah, I'm gonna just walk today. It'll help calm me down, and burn off that pizza I ate for lunch."

"Okay, just be careful. There's a lot of debris everywhere still."

"I'll be fine," I said, waving before turning away. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and texted Jessi not to worry about driving me home.

***

Brandon's house was close, and it wouldn't have taken so long to get there had I not been debating my reasons for doing this. I turned down his street and saw an old baby blue house with the overgrown yard in the distance. That was when the anticipation took over, knotting my stomach while making the blood rush from my head.

Would his dad even be home? Did he work? Were lycans even allowed to work? I hadn't thought this through, and I didn't have the guy's number either. Hell, I didn't even know his first name. The more I thought about how much I didn't know about Mr. Hayes, the grosser I felt.

I stumbled along the empty driveway and took a step up onto the stoop before reaching for the doorbell, my hand hovering over it as I struggled to come to terms with what I was doing. Would he try to get me into bed again? Would I have any defenses against him this time, or would I let him take control of me like he did on Friday?

At least I was sober now. Maybe that was my problem, and there was a lot of stress that day. I was strong enough to handle this.

The door jerked open, and I jumped, taking a step back. Mr. Hayes leaned under the door frame as to not hit his head, wearing another tight pair of old briefs. It was still hard to believe how massive he was, and that he shoved that thing into me without causing internal damage.

"I've been lookin' forward to this," he said, his hand wrapping around my arm, yanking me inside. The door clicked shut behind us, and in a moment of weakness, all I could think of was him shoving my face into the musky, cum-stained cushions of his couch while fucking me raw.

"That's not why I came over."

He glanced back at me as he walked, nearly hitting his head against the ceiling fan. His stare tore me apart, his sharp teeth glistening with saliva as he grinned. "You sure about that?"

"Come on, please, Mr. Hayes."

He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me before cupping my ass with his padded hands, his claws digging in. "Don't call me that."

"I'm not calling you Dad. That was a onetime thing, and it can never happen again." Shit. Being up against him, breathing him in, feeling his fur and muscles--I was already losing this battle, and the war hadn't even started yet.

He pulled back and got to one knee, pushing his snout into my aching groin before drawing in a deep breath. "Sure thing, kid," he said, standing up again, but not before tracing his tongue along the side of my neck. "It'll never happen again."

There was an arrogance in his tone that pissed me off. The lycan knew exactly what he was doing, and unfortunately for me, I was circling the drain. Why was my body doing this? I had to stop.

"I'm such an idiot," I said, turning toward the front door.

"Wait," he said, his tone impatient. "Alright, I'll stop. I know you can't help it."

"What the hell does that mean? I'm not some sex-addict."

"You have no idea how bad it's gonna get, Aiden," he said, padding toward the hallway. "That pre-turn part of you is gonna do anything it can to come out, and I'm gonna fuck it out of you one way or another."

My heart raced as I tried to piece together what he was telling me. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothin' you didn't want done. I just sped things up a little." He stopped and leaned against the wall, leering at me.

"Sped things up? What the hell are you talking about?"

"There are three things that'll push someone closer to the pre-turned state. Rage, stress, or being fucked senseless by a lycan. Each time we do it, you're one step closer."

My skin went clammy as I stumbled forward. How many times did we fuck that night? How close did he get me? "Dad..." I choked out. "I'm not ready yet."

"No one's ever ready, kid, and now that you've been with me, you don't got much longer. If I can fuck it out of you here, you won't risk doing it in front of your classmates or parents."

"You could have told me all this at the start, asshole!"

He scoffed and disappeared into the hall, and I ran after him.

"That's all you can do? Just gonna laugh about this shit?"

He walked into the doorway of his den before opening the mini-fridge. "You need to calm down. Wanna beer?"

"No," I snapped, folding my arms. "I want my best friend back."

Mr. Hayes smiled and pulled out a bottle, popping the lid with a claw before handing it to me.

"Do you hear me?"

"Just drink the damn beer, and let's talk."

He was so calm and unapologetic, which made me angrier. I snatched the bottle away, spilling some of the drink on the carpet before holding it to my lips. He grabbed another beer, lifting it in salute while flashing a pointed grin. The heavy lycan plopped down on the couch, resting one leg over his knee as he patted the cushion next to him.

I was understandably hesitant. "We're only going to talk, alright?"

"Of course we are," he said, his tone matching the patronizing one from earlier. "I'll ignore that boner of yours, and we'll have us some pleasant conversation."

"Mr. Hayes--"

"Who the fuck are you talkin' to, boy?" he interrupted, his grin widening. "'cause I think I already told you what to call me."

"If you're not going to take me seriously, then fine." As I pushed myself from the sofa, he grabbed waist of my jeans and pulled me back down.

"Sit down, I know you ain't goin' anywhere." The guy read me so well, it was almost disturbing. "So what're you gonna call me from now on?"

"Fine, Dad," I said with as much animosity as I could muster. "Can we please talk about your son?"

"Which one?"

"Oh my God."

"I'm jokin'. Come on; you're eighteen years old and your life's about to get a hell of a lot more fun." He pointed to the bottle of beer in my hand. "Loosen the fuck up."

I furrowed my brows, staring him down as I gulped what was in the bottle, drinking the rest of it in one breath. "There, I drank it. Now, can you please help me get on good terms with Brandon?"

"I kinda need to get on better terms with him before I can help you," he muttered pensively. His arm draped over my shoulder as he pulled me in close. That scent he gave off was intoxicating. "If there's one thing I know about my boy, it's he's stubborn, but no matter how upset he gets, he eventually comes back around. You two are too close for him to shut you out for good, especially over somethin' like this. Trust me, he's madder at me than he is you."

"Have you talked to him? Did you explain--"

"No," he said sharply. "But I'm gonna have to soon. I'm gonna have to tell him a lot of shit."

The front door let out a swift creaking noise that echoed through the house as it opened.

"I thought he was at work," I said, pushing myself from the sofa, but Brandon's dad caught my arm. "What are you doing? I've gotta get away from you."

"Time for some shock therapy," he said, giving my shoulder a pat.

"Are you decent, old man?" Brandon asked from the hall, his voice dripping with indignation.

"Yup."

I took a deep breath and held it, squeezing my eyes shut as his footsteps drew closer. The moment Brandon entered the room, a thud of his fist against the door made me jump.

"Fucking hell!" He almost seemed to growl that. "You really don't give a shit, do you?"

"Hey!" The cushion next to me popped up as his father jumped from the couch. I opened my eyes in time to see his giant, clawed hand grip the back of Brandon's neck, forcing him into the room before tossing him to the couch next to me. "That's yer closest friend right there, and you're the whole reason he's here. So lose the attitude, you little shit."

Brandon swallowed hard as he turned to position himself on the oversized sofa. "This is so beyond gross. I can't even... I don't even want to be in this room."

"That's just too fuckin' bad, ain't it?" Mr. Hayes snarled as he closed the door behind him. He leaned up against it, blocking the exit. "No one's gettin' out of here 'til I say so." His face relaxed from rage to discomfort. "We've got a lot to discuss."

"I can't do this," Brandon hissed. "I can't even look at my best friend because you ruined that too, just like you've ruined everything in my life."

Despite the tough-guy image and the dominant aura he gave off, dad's ears drooped to the sides of his head.

"Wait a minute," I said, trying to ease my way into the conversation without being too abrasive. If I didn't handle this right, I'd just make it worse. "That's not really fair. It was stupid. I did a stupid thing, and I came over here to talk this out--to see what I can do to fix this."

"Are you able to un-fuck my dad?" he hissed, now looking down at his hands. "Because I don't see any other way to 'fix' this shit."

"Come on, man. All I can do is apologize, and promise not to do it again."

"Oh hold on there, buddy. Don't be makin' promises like that," Dad said, sitting on the floor in front of the door, his arms over his knees as he gave us both a stern look. "I'm gonna do it again. The whole point of this is to make that clear so we can all move on."

"You're so fucking gross, Dad," Brandon snapped.

"Ah, shut yer mouth," he growled, picking up a bottle cap from the floor before flicking it at Brandon's head. It hit with a slight pinging sound. "Aiden's about to go pre-turn, and you're gonna act out like this? It's stupid. The kid's got urges, and I'm gonna be right there to help him through it."

He jerked his head up and looked over at me, his face losing color. "What? No way." He shook his head. "Oh shit, man."

"I didn't even know," I said, breaking eye contact with him. "I'm scared, Brandon."

His arm wrapped around me, and he leaned in close. "I'm sorry. What are the fucking odds? First Andrew and now you."

"And you," I said, looking him in the eye again.

He said nothing for a moment, then shrugged as if I'd just announced the weather. "I already know."

"I kinda figured you did," Dad said.

"When my eyes changed, I looked up the symptoms. There's been a lot of stuff happening to my body, and..." He turned and pulled me close. "I'm hate that this is happening to you too. They're gonna take us away, just like they did Andrew."

"The hell they are," his father said, standing to his feet again. "Scoot over." Brandon and I moved to the end of the couch, him right up next to me, allowing the huge lycan enough room to sit. "Aiden's obviously never been tested considering he didn't know, and..." He trailed off as he glanced at Brandon.

"What?" Brandon asked.

"The government doesn't even know you exist."

Brandon shook his head. "I've got a government number and a driver's license, Dad. Come on, I'm not stupid."

"That number belonged to a man named Brandon Hayes." He took in a deep breath through his snout. "That was the name of your father. Your real father."

The room seemed to get smaller, the pressure so intense I thought we were all going to be crushed by it. Without a word, he jumped from the sofa before trudging aimlessly into the hall.

Dad clenched his jaw, and his eyes watered. That was the first time I'd seen him show that much emotion.

"I should go see if he's okay," I whispered.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed. "Let him alone for now. He'll be okay." The front door slammed shut, rattling the windows of the quiet house.

"You should have told him that a long time ago."

"I know," he said, clearing his throat. "The time was never right, though."

"So everything you told me about his mom not wanting him, and you working with the NLC to keep him, was a lie?"

He nodded. "Yup. It's a story I told him when he was old enough to start asking the hard questions. The truth is, I don't even know who the hell his mother is. I didn't even know his father. I was out huntin' one night and heard snarling, then a gunshot. I was gonna mind my own business, but then I heard a baby crying."

A half smile replaced the grimace he wore. "I lived down south, Forest Home, Alabama. Lycan's don't do well down there, and I was livin' off the grid as a pre-turn. I had my rifle with me and I ran toward the noise. That was when I saw a huge lycan lying on the ground, bleeding from the head." He let out a grunt and bowed, his ears drooping. "We heal fast, but can't out heal a silver bullet in the brain.

"The men were talkin', and the baby was on the ground, screaming. The lycan must have been carrying him before they shot him. When one of 'em pointed his rifle down at the baby, I lost it. I sent bullets flyin', and they dropped one after the other. I strapped the gun to my back and ran over to see if the kid was okay. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and he didn't cry no more. The lycan was wearin' pants, and he had a wallet on him. I grabbed that and picked up the baby, leaving the murderers dead on the ground.

"I didn't know nothin' about takin' care of babies, so I had a friend of mine help me. She also knew people who helped pre-turns stay out of the system, forging new identities from dead or missing humans. I asked if they could find a human in the system with the same name as the baby's father, and they did. I figured I'd honor that lycan who gave his life tryin' to save his kid, and I gave Brandon his name. They gave me the number of an unrelated human named William Hayes. It's how we've been able to live and get money from the government, all while keeping the government away. But there's always a risk of bein' found out."

Dad's orange eyes were soft and glassy, but resolved as he spoke. If he got caught defrauding the government as a lycan, there was no telling what they would do to him. He took on that risk to save a baby that wasn't even his.

"I raised Brandon like my own, but I didn't know how to be a dad. Made a lot of mistakes. I wasn't lyin' about not bein' the most responsible guy, and I probably shouldn't have been allowed to raise a kid. I knew, though... I knew there was a good chance he had the gene considering his dad looked like an alpha, and sure enough, when he hit puberty, I could smell it on him. I celebrated in private when I found out. I didn't want him to be human because I wanted to take him north so we can live the free lycans. I'd always have him close, and he could find himself a lycan female and settle down. Maybe have some little shits of his own."

He let out a snorted laugh, and I chuckled along with him before growing more solemn.

"I can see it your eyes, son," he said, lifting his rough hand to my chin. "I wish I could tell you that everything's gonna be okay, but that's up to you, not me. You gotta make those tough, adult decisions now."

"Will you help me?"

"What kind of shitty dad would I be if I didn't?" He grinned, leaning in to lick my neck. "God damn, I wanna fuck you so hard, kid," he whispered in my ear.

It was happening again. My mind got foggy, and I had to push him away. "I'll talk to my parents tonight. I'll tell them and see what happens."

"Don't do it tonight. Let me have time with Brandon, and when I give you the okay, go ahead," he muttered. "They're probably gonna want to get you tested and make that call to the NLC. They don't know nothin', and they're gonna think it's for your own good, but that couldn't be further from the truth. They want to keep lycans caged off in their prison towns in the woods, and if you don't wanna live out there, they'll make you jump through so many hoops to live with humans, pump you with so many drugs that you just lose the will to live. When you tell your folks, you need to get your ass back here. Got it?"

"Then what? We're just... gonna go north? How far?"

"Pretty far."

"Dad," I said, my eyes fixated on his. "What's your real name?"

"I don't got one, so you're just gonna call me dad. None of this Mr. Hayes bullshit."

I nodded.

"Good boy," he said, adjusting himself in his briefs. "You need to get the hell out of here, unless you wanna--"

"Oh jeez." I gaped at his growing bulge, barely able to swallow as I tried to moisten my dry lips. It took every ounce of willpower not to shove my face between his legs. "Yeah, I should go." I got up and slung my backpack over my shoulders before running to the door. I stopped and took out a piece of paper and a pencil before writing out my number. "If you and Brandon make up, and everything goes okay, call me. Maybe we could..." What the hell was I saying?

"Write down your address, too. I'm a lot faster than you are, so I'll be outside your window tonight if all goes well. Just get yourself ready for me, because I ain't gonna be all nice and patient this time."

Shit. The rest of the moisture left my throat as my trembling hands wrote out my home address. I wanted him rough this time.

"Where are we gonna do it?"

He shrugged. "Gotta be some woods somewhere close to your place."

"The woods? Really?"

"Better get used to that, Aiden. Lycans fuck in the woods all the time. It's pretty fun."

"Damn, I forgot. We can't do this, remember?"

"You're gonna turn soon. Best to get this part over with."

My heart beat so hard I could feel the vibrations.

"How 'bout this? If I get to your house and you change your mind, we won't. But you're not gonna change your mind, son."

"Then what?"

"How many times do I gotta tell you? We go north."

"That's not what I'm talking about," I said. "Are we just gonna fuck all the time from now on?"

"Yes." He was candid, as always.

"And what about Brandon?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He tugged at his briefs before pulling them down, their seams popping under the strain of what they contained. His heavy cock plopped over the band and thudded against the cushion. He gave a sly grin as he squeezed the length of dark, veiny flesh in his hand, leaving behind a glistening strand of precum on the light blue fabric. "Now you wanna let me take care of this, or try to get your mouth around it?"

"I'll see you later." I turned away quickly, barely able to catch my breath in the sticky heat of the room. "Talk to Brandon, please," I added as my feet flew across the carpet, carrying me out of that house. Not a moment too soon. As I stepped out into the fresh air, away from his scent, I could finally think straight.

***

I'd spent nearly an hour sitting in the bathtub, letting water fall over me from the showerhead. After washing my hair, I just sort of froze in place, staring at the wall as I thought about what was going to happen to me.

There was nothing really that different about me physically--no extra body hair, claws, or sharp teeth. My dick hung a little thicker between my thighs, but the only reason for that was the constant state of half-erection it was in.

I hadn't spoken to either of my parents, and I wasn't even sure where to begin with them. Of all the secrets I kept locked away, this one was the worst. The stress could break me if I didn't do something soon. I wanted to jump out of the shower, get dressed and confess everything to my parents, but when I gave it more thought, it was probably better to pack up my shit and haul ass back to Brandon's just to avoid the mess this would make.

There was also the matter of dealing with that chunk of myself that was consuming me, the animal I tried to control. I was losing the fight, and he was all could think about.

Reluctantly, I pushed myself to my feet, balancing on the slippery porcelain before turning the knobs. The water trickled to a slowing drip, and I grabbed the towel, wrapping it around my waist after drying my hair.

I always enjoyed looking in the mirror, seeing the fruits of my hard work from the gym. Tonight, I looked a little leaner, my muscles a little more pronounced. Was it happening already, or was I tricking myself into seeing what I was worried about?

A steady stream of air blew from my lips as I looked down, feeling my abdominals. Everything seemed normal--all six ridges, firm and textured as usual. My chest and midsection were still hairless and smooth, the same went for my face since I had shaved that morning.

My jaw line was sharp, hair still ashy blonde and shaved into a stylish crew cut, and eyes were still gre--

My eyes...

I pulled my right eyelid open a little further, revealing a darker color in my iris. A quarter of the inner ring was a light orange, but it hadn't spread to the rest of it. Any part of me that still doubted I had the lycan gene evaporated as pulled away from the glass. My eyes were like tiny clocks ticking to midnight. Once they turned completely orange, that was it for human Aiden.

If Dad showed up tonight at my window, what was I going to do? Would I be able to turn him away, or would I give in? If I let him do what he wanted, it would push me that much closer to turning. Hopefully, he'd stay home with Brandon and talk things out instead of chasing my ass. He needed to be a father to Brandon now, not a fake dad for fucking someone more than half his age.

After drying, I threw on a pair of boxers and a fitted white t-shirt before dragging my feet into the hallway toward my room.

"Are you going to eat dinner?" Mom asked as she peeked out from her bedroom.

"I'm not hungry."

"Are you okay?"

I paused and thought about that question, keeping my head low so she wouldn't see my eyes. "I'm fine." As I continued walking, she stepped out of the hallway.

She walked up to me and gave me a hug. "I think I know what's wrong. It's been a traumatic few days."

In all the weirdness and stress of the day, I'd forgotten about the tornado. Perhaps I could play this up a bit more, so she'd leave me alone.

"I knew one of the students that died, so I just want to be alone for tonight."

"I'm sorry," she said, pulling away. "Goodnight, and if you need to talk to someone, let me know."

"I'll be fine," I said, turning back toward my room, closing the door behind me. It was kind of scummy to use that as an excuse to cut the conversation short, but the longer she looked at my face, the more anxious I got.

Dad crept into my head again. "Leave me alone," I whispered to myself as I turned off the lamp and slipped into bed.

I just wanted to sleep.

***

My phone vibrated on the nightstand next to me, and I shrugged it off before falling back to sleep. It vibrated again--and again. Eventually, the room filled with buzzing as a nonstop flood of silent calls inundated my phone.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered, turning over to grab the phone before holding up to my face. The clock read one-thirty in the morning, and the number displayed was private.

Even though I was half asleep, it didn't take more than half a brain to know who it was. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down before answering.

"Hello?"

"'bout damn time," Dad's deep voice hummed through the speaker. "I'm in your front yard."

"Listen, I don't wanna do this," I whispered, my feet hitting the carpet as I tiptoed to the window, peeking through the mini-blinds. I scanned the yard for any sign of him, but there was nothing, not even his glowing orange eyes. "I don't want to turn yet." There was an uneasy silence from the other end. "Good night."

"Don't you hang up the phone," he muttered. "We need to talk."

"Is Brandon okay?"

"Get yer ass out here," he said sharply, the phone clicking.

My teeth and jaw hurt from clenching them. Of course, he wouldn't take this seriously. The only thing that mattered to him was what I was trying to avoid. He was intentionally vague, which meant I couldn't ignore him. He was either going to try to get me back into bed with him or give me news about Brandon. Or both.

I slipped on a pair of jeans, sock and shoes, and a long-sleeved shirt before carefully sneaking through the house toward the front door. I unlocked the door and turned the knob before inching it open in order to keep the complaining hinges as quiet as I could. As soon as I was outside and the entrance was secure, I looked around.

"Ya smell good," he whispered from close behind, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned toward his towering physique, cloaked under a black hooded jacket; the glow of his eyes were the only parts of his face I could see. My eyes traveled downward; he was actually wearing pants, his tail hidden in one of his leg openings. He had no shoes on, but his feet were padded enough that he didn't need them.

"I didn't even hear you behind me."

"What kind of predator would I be if I let my prey know where I was?" He leaned in and took a deep whiff of my neck, giving it a lick. He turned his back toward me and knelt down. "Get on."

"What?"

"Get on my back."

"I can't just--"

He growled, his ears pressing against his head. I'd seen enough pissed off dogs to know what that expression meant. "Now, boy."

I wanted to refuse him, but my body lowered and knees shook. Before I had time to process this, my arms slipped around his neck, my legs now straddling his hips as he lifted me from the ground. The hold he had over me--the way my body just obeyed him kind of scared me. Now he was going to take me back to his house and finish what he started on Friday.

He took off down the road at a terrifying speed, and I clung tighter to his neck as we traversed the roads, keeping out of sight each time the occasional car would roll by. We said nothing to one another during the trip, my face lying against the plush mane on the back of his neck as his legs pumped like the pistons of a big rig's engine.

Though he was a lot older than me, Lycan's were the only species on this planet that physically got better with age. Instead of getting flabby, weak, and bald, they got taller, bigger muscles, and grew thicker fur. Getting stronger and more virile beyond middle-age should have been impossible, but that was the lycan gene. Though it came with a lot of baggage, knowing I'd get to experience that physical change in the future made me a little more optimistic about tonight.

When I walked home from his house yesterday, it took me three hours. He ran so fast that we were at his doorstep in less than seven minutes.

After lowering me to the ground, the doorknob clicked under his hand, and just like that, I was back inside of his house.

"Brandon needs you tonight," Dad whispered, closing the door behind him.

"Is he okay?"

"That depends on what you mean by that," he said. "I think he's never been better." He walked across the living room to the hallway. "Brandon."

"Go away," Brandon shouted from his bedroom. His voice had a different pitch, a little lower than normal.

"Aiden's here."

Footsteps sounded from the hall, and the moment he rounded the corner, my eyes widened to see a different person in front of me. His eyes were glowing orange, the whites of them turned black as night, just like Dad's. Fur-like body hair covered his arms and part of his neck as it ran all the way to his unruly light-brown hair. His teeth were larger and sharper, and his beard even thicker than usual, but styled in the same way he often wore it: the same as his dad's. His ears were larger and pointed.

I looked down at his hands and feet, which were noticeably huge, with smaller black, hooked claws on them, replacing his fingernails.

"Oh man," I whispered, trying not to stare at him too long. He got ten times hotter now that he was like this.

"I guess the fun's over," he said with a naturally growly timbre. "I turned while I was with Heather. Shit. We were naked and everything."

"Stress can bring out the change," Dad said, shaking his head. "She might tell people what happened, so we need to leave soon. I've been on alert all day, ready for us to haul ass at the first sign of any black vans."

"Wait, you want me to go with you tonight?"

"I don't think I could have said that any clearer."

"I can't!"

Brandon walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm not leaving without you."

"What did Heather say?"

"I..." he trailed off and looked down. "I couldn't move while it was happening, but as soon as I it was over and the pain went away, I ran away. I left before she could say anything. I didn't even want to look at her face."

"What did it feel like?"

Brandon crossed his arms, gritting his teeth. "It was weirder than anything, like my body was being stretched." He gave the air a few sniffs. "You smell... good."

The knot in my throat returned as I shot a worried glance at Dad, who wore the nastiest grin I'd ever seen.

"Uh, okay," I said, backing away. "Give me a day. I know Heather more than anyone, and she wouldn't make that call."

"I don't know, Aiden."

"Come here," I said, holding my arms open. He sauntered forward and leaned into me, his head laying against my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around him. "It's gonna be okay. I'll talk to her tomorrow. Who knows? She might be into it." I dropped my arms to the side and tried to pull back, but Brandon kept me locked in place. "You okay?"

He buried his nose in my neck. When a sharp tooth grazed my skin, I knew something was really off with him. I mouthed the words, "Help me" to the lycan watching us as he rubbed the crotch of his pants.

"Brandon," he said, not able to grab his son's attention. "Hey, boy." That time, Dad's commanding voice shook him out of whatever trance he was in.

Brandon gasped and jerked away from me.

"This is sick," he muttered, turning toward the hallway.

"No it ain't." Dad grabbed Brandon by the shoulder and pulled him back into the living room. "Your world's gonna be a little different now. Those human thoughts you had before? They're gonna be nothing in a few months. I was as straight as a board when I was human, but bein' a Lycan opens your senses. You're gonna get your dick wet regardless if you're with a girl or..." He pointed at me. "Or with him."

"I'm not fucking Aiden, you sick bastard."

"Who are you trying to convince? Me or that?" He pointed at the long, thick lump in Brandon's jeans he could no longer hide with his hands.

"I'm not gay," he said, backing away.

"Brandon's my best friend. I don't think about him like that."

Dad backed away from us, his judgmental eyes trained on me. "Oh? You never about what it would be like? Not even once?"

"No!"

He threw back his head and laughed. "You're both idiots, but you're young, so I'll forgive ya."

"Like you know anything about us," Brandon snapped.

"I know you're both lyin'." His glare settled on me again. "Brandon's a good-lookin' guy, and you're tellin' me you never even thought about him once while you were jerkin' it."

"I'm going to sleep," Brandon muttered, walking back to his room, but stopping before looking back. "I'll sleep on the floor; you can have my bed."

"I'll just sleep on the couch." I eyed the leather loveseat next to me.

"Fuck that," he said, glaring at his father. "I'm not giving this asshole any more opportunities to get to you again. You're sleeping in my room."

"Heh. You're not as stupid as I thought." Dad leaned against the wall, shoulder first, his tail swaying side-to-side.

Brandon grimaced. "And you're not my dad. So go fuck yourself."

"Did you guys even talk today?" I cut in.

Dad said nothing, and Brandon folded his arms, glaring at the front door.

"Alright, let's fix that," I said, sitting down, patting the cushion next to me.

"Let's go back to my den. This couch is too small."

"I'm not sitting on that fucking nasty couch. God, it's all I can smell now since I turned."

"Then stand, I don't give a shit," Dad muttered, disappearing into the hallway.

"Come on," I said, grabbing Brandon's hand.

"No." He jerked away. "I don't even want to look at him."

"He's still your dad."

"No, my real dad's dead, apparently."

"He's your dad, Brandon. He's probably better than a lot of dads out there."

He clicked his tongue. "You really wanna jump on his dick again, don't you?" He moved out of my way, waving me toward the hall. "Well, don't let me stop you."

It hurt that he thought so little of me now. "Yeah, I must be really fucked up in the head to like a guy who takes on the responsibility of being a father to a complete stranger's kid."

There was a sting in his expression, like I had punched him hard in the gut.

"Go talk to him. Let him tell the story. He's not perfect, but he really loves you, and he's been protecting you from some awful shit. He's a really good dad." I tilted my head toward the hall. "I'll stay out here."

***

An hour came and went, and I drifted off on the leather sofa to the hum of the furnace. When the door to Dad's den slammed open and drunk laughter poured in from the hallway, I couldn't help but smile.

"Goootta get Aiden," Brandon slurred, turning on the hall light, his heavy footsteps uneven. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, glancing at the clock, which read fifteen minutes after two.

Brandon stumbled into the living room holding a bottle of whiskey, his father trailing close behind, staring at me with an intensity I remembered from Friday. Mixing alcohol with a lycan libido was a terrible combination, and he managed to talk his son into it this time.

A wobbly Brandon dropped to one knee next to the couch and held up the bottle. "I gotcha lil' somethin', buddy."

I'd never seen him drunk before, and it was kind of hilarious, despite the amorous stare he gave me. "I have to get up early."

"Shuuudduuuup," he groaned, pushing himself to his feet before leaning over me, shoving the bottle in my hand. "C'mon. You drank with him." He shot his dad a glance. "Now drink with me."

I knew how this night would end, but it was hard to say no to the guy. Grabbing the bottle, I held it to my lips and angled it upward. The booze burned my throat and stomach as I gulped down as much as I could, as fast as I could.

"Now we're talkin'," Dad growled, licking his chops while inching closer to the couch. "Now, let's go to bed."

That snarl on his face meant this wasn't an invitation to get any sleep, and he was inviting his son as well.

Brandon grabbed my hand and pulled me from the couch before sniffing my neck, sending a fresh chill down my back. "I love you, man." He embraced me, his much stronger arms holding me so tightly it was harder to breathe. At least he was the 'I love you man' kind of drunk and not the obnoxious kind.

"I love you too," I said, patting him on the back while bracing him with my weight when he nearly fell off to the side. He smelled just as good as his dad did, his thick, fur-like body hair rubbing against my skin. "Are we cool now?"

"I wasn't mad at you." He patted my back and pulled away. "I know why you did it--" His wild orange eyes glowed, locking with mine. "I'm glad I don't hafta to go through this alone, though," he said, his speech a little harder to understand than before.

With that, I chugged down more of the whiskey. I'd need some mental fortitude for what I was about to tell him.

"It's okay if you lose control," I whispered, studying his reaction. At first he did nothing but look at me, but then a slow, creepy grin cracked his face, his eyes glowing brighter. Was this really about to happen?

Not letting go of my hand, he pulled me into the hall, and the effects of the alcohol were finally taking hold. The floor seemed to wave at me and everything got further away, a little cloudier than before. The less I thought about this, the better. At first I thought maybe I was taking advantage of him in this state of mind, but he was so forceful, there wasn't a choice anymore but to keep going.

I expected to go left at the hall into the den, but Dad prodded Brandon to go right--into the master bedroom.

"What are you doing, Dad?" I asked, eying the sleezy lycan as he turned and shrugged.

"You boys look tired, and I gotta nice... big bed."

Brandon laughed. "You call him Dad?" He tripped into the room, still pulling me along. "Is that a sex thing or something?"

"Kind of." My face got hot.

"That's weird."

I didn't take my eyes off his dad, and I knew what he was up to now. I couldn't believe it. I froze, letting go of Brandon's hand. The moment I opened my mouth to say something, Dad cut me off.

"I'm gonna let you boys sleep it off in here," he said, removing most of his clothing, throwing them on the floor, save for the pair of tight briefs he often wore. He reached for my other hand, grabbing the bottle I was holding. He leaned in and his long tongue pushed its way into my mouth with little resistance. The kiss was a warning of what was to come. Our mouths broke apart, and his muzzle pressed against my ear. "I'm gonna let this happen, but I'm gonna be back finish what you start," he whispered before walking through the door, pulling it most of the way shut, but leaving it open enough to peek through.

That wasn't a jealous tone. He was getting off to this, and he really did want to fuck his son. It was so off-the-wall depraved that my mind couldn't process it. Would Brandon even let his dad do that to him? Anything was possible now.

Brandon stared at me, breathing so hard he may as well have sprinted to the bedroom.

"This is weird," he whispered, stepping closer to me. "Did you mean what you said earlier? It's okay if I lose control?" His voice trembled, his mouth inches from my face. "'Cuz I'm gonna lose control. I don't know what's wrong with me."

I gazed into his wild, orange eyes and ran my fingers over the thicker facial hair that covered his cheeks in thick mutton chops. Being pre-turned bulked him up more and sharpened his features into something so intensely masculine, I melted against him.

"I'll be fine, but are you going to be okay with this? I don't want you to resent me anymore. It really hurt when I thought you hated me, and I never want to lose you as a friend."

Brandon nodded and sat down on the bed, waiting for me to sit next to him. "I forgot you have the gene, too. I've been so wrapped up in my pity party that I didn't realize this is probably harder on you," he said with a heavy slur. "At least I got..." He turned and faced the door, shaking his head. "Today I kept thinking that I don't even know who my real family is. But you were right earlier. He's my dad, and blood doesn't mean family."

"I can be your family, too."

He gave me a warm smile, resting a trembling hand on my leg. "I'd like to think we already are," he whispered, his lips brushing my cheek. "I won't resent you." He paused, still inches away from my face. "Was Dad right? Did you think about me like that?"

I nodded, losing myself as I watched our shadows dance along the carpet under the light of the ceiling fan while his breath lapped against my neck. He was trying so hard to hold back, the same fears as mine likely running through his mind. This was going to change us--our entire dynamic going forward. It wouldn't be us palling and joking around with one another while I tried to keep the lust buried beneath layers of fear. It was all out in the open now.

"Do you love my dad?"

It took me a few moments to answer as I gave it thought. "I've only known him for a day," I said with a laugh. "But I think maybe I could."

Brandon clenched his sharper teeth together. "Do you love me?"

His face stiffened, and it betrayed a familiar discomfort. The moment was too precious to let him turn into an animal. This would be my moment to do something I'd been fantasizing about for years.

I got up from the mattress, and my shaky hands slipped under my shirt, pulling it over my head before tossing it to the floor. Savoring the moment, I slipped under the bottom of his shirt and lifted, and he raised his arms so I could pull it the rest of the way off of him.

Now that his shirt was off, I could see the aftermath of the transformation. He was bulkier now, like his dad, his muscles larger and more pronounced, chest hair so thick it blanketed him in dark brown, trailing below his navel.

I pushed him back before lying on top of him, the sweat of our bodies adding the incredible smells and sensations as our bare chests touched. His body burned, and his heart thudded in time with mine as we lay face-to-face. The orange halos around his irises were almost hypnotic, and I'd almost gotten lost in his dangerous stare. Slowly, I lowered my lips to his, and he went rigid at first. Our flesh may as well have been embers in a fresh bonfire with all the heat we gave off, making the already muggy room a sauna, despite the chill in the air outside. Even his scent was spicier, stronger, intense, bestial, all of it mixing with whiskey and sweat. Simply breathing near him made me more intoxicated.

"I've loved you for years," I finally replied as my hands folded into his, our fingers intertwining. We opened our mouths, and I dove into the strange and wild kiss. It was clumsy at first, us shaking like autumn leaves clinging desperately to branches that no longer needed them. We weren't human anymore, despite us trying to hold on to that part of ourselves. As the kiss grew more passionate, the animal inside of us clawed to the surface.

His body relaxed under me, finally giving into the pleasure he kept locked away, his mouth opening wider to let more of me in, the unfamiliar rhythm of our tongues bringing out muffled moans. He thrusted up against me, hard, powerful, and ready. Brandon, I could handle with more confidence than I did his father, but he was big enough that I'd still need to be careful.

I broke away, and he growled low; the stare he gave was impatient. With a half grin, I crawled lower, tugging at his jeans, pulling the button loose. The zipper pulled apart itself under the strain of his sizeable erection, aching to be let loose. The powerful male odor grew more intense as I pressed my nose and mouth against the damp fabric of his briefs. I pulled the stubbornly tight pants down while leaving his underwear in place. After throwing them to the floor, I turned my attention back to what eagerly awaited.

My mouth watered in anticipation, and I could almost taste his cock as heady precum wafted into my nose. He was more ready than I thought.

"You okay?" I asked, but his response came as a drawn-out rumble from his throat. That was my cue to get this started now or risk having an enraged pre-turn throw me into the bed with no preparation. I'd probably only felt a fraction of what Brandon was going through, his libido beyond anything fathomable as the human I was. That was the one thing I knew the most about lycans now.

I pulled the band of his briefs down, exposing what I'd seen a few times before in the locker room. He was a little above average as a human, but as a pre-turn, he was longer and thicker than most well-endowed human men, which both disappointed and excited me. Big dicks were impressive and all, but practicality flew out the window as I wondered how the hell I'd get him into my mouth. This would have been the first time I'd ever gotten to do that, but as I stared at the impossible task, I'd need to try something different.

The door to the room creaked open, and I froze.

"Alright, you're just gonna end up pissing him off," Dad said, stepping into the bedroom.

"Dad!" Without a care for finesse, he trod across the room, smelling of the usual beer and semen. He stood next to me and cleared his throat, my face now surrounded on both sides by musky, lycan cocks. "What are you doing?"

He tossed the bottle of lube on the bed, catching Brandon's attention.

"Get the hell out of here," he shouted, sitting up, but not before Dad pushed him back into the bed.

"Stay down there," he said, cocking a half smile. "You need to learn some self-control during this, and Dad's gonna teach you all about that."

"Oh this sick shit again," Brandon slurred, anxious as he lay still, looking away from his dad. As much as he protested, I couldn't help but notice how much harder he was now, the angry veins much more prominent as his shaft pulsed.

"Yeah, I'm a real boner-killer, aren't I, boy?" He pointed to the bottle of lube. "Get to work on him, Aiden." His cocky grin widened. "But don't get him off. He doesn't get to come unless I say so."

"What are you--" The moment my slicked-up hands gripped the head of his dick, he shuddered and moaned. Slick sounds filled the room as both hands gripped him, barely able to get all the way around his shaft. The moment I reached his balls and slid back up, clear liquid poured from his dick hole in ropey strands. I had to taste it. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over the head, lapping up what came out, swallowing everything. The taste made me wish I could get the entire thing down my throat, but I had to settle for the little I could actually fit in my mouth as my lips closed around the head, sucking as I jerked him off.

"Remember what I told you," Dad grunted, grabbing a fistful of my hair before pulling me off of him. "Take your time, tease the shit out of him, and when he starts breathin' heavy, pull away." He looked down at his son. "If you touch your dick, I'm gonna make things worse for you."

"Fuck him." The sound of Brandon's voice made me flinch. That was a distinct bestial snarl, nothing close to human. That definitely wasn't my best friend. "Aiden," he shouted, sitting up before grabbing my head again, pushing my face into his crotch. "Put it back in your mouth."

Dad grabbed the powerful arm that held me and squeezed, eliciting a sharp whine. "Alright. Now, for the lesson," he snarled, pushing Brandon back into the mattress, his massive hand now cupping his son's neck. "If you challenge an alpha in lycan society like you did me just now, he'd beat the shit outta you, tie you up and have every male in the pack destroy that tight little hole of yours. I love you, son, but you're not the alpha in this bedroom right now. Understand?"

Brandon gritted his teeth and nodded.

"That's a good boy," Dad said, removing his hand from his son's neck before giving his briefs a hard tug, letting that inhuman cock loose as he pulled his underwear all the way off. He wasn't hard yet, but it hung, half engorged, between his thighs. Brandon moved over as his father climbed into the bed, pushing the pillows away so he could sit against the headboard, his legs spread apart. "Grab that bottle," he demanded, pointing at the lube. Brandon opened his mouth to say something, but Dad interrupted. "I didn't ask you a question; I gave you an order. You sass me, boy, and you're not gonna like what happens."

I was still on my knees as Brandon pulled away from me, grabbing the half-empty bottle of lube.

"Lay on your side, right here, ass in the air." Dad pointed to the space between his spread legs, his tail pounding the bed. "And you." He pointed at me. "He's lost his fucking privileges. So now you get fuck him."

Brandon froze as he climbed over Dad's leg, looking at me with wide eyes before turning back to his father. It was as though he'd gone from being the dominant presence in that room to the pack bitch, like Dad described earlier.

"You can't be serious."

"Get between my legs like I told you!" Dad hissed through his teeth. Brandon slouched forward, climbing the rest of the way into position. "Get me hard and stop pretendin' you ain't happy to do it."

I gave Dad a disapproving glance. "You're gonna make him do something he doesn't want to?"

"He doesn't?" he said, holding Brandon's face against his crotch for several seconds before letting him go. "Alright. You don't have to do this, son."

Brandon looked back at me with humiliation written all over his face. I expected him to jump out of that bed and run from the room; instead, he looked back up at his dad and squirted a sizeable dab of lube into his palms. He grabbed the limp, arm-sized cock with both hands, examining it with surprise and hunger before slick noises filled the room.

"See?" he said, flashing his eyes at me. "You can't tell because you're still human, but he's been dying to do this since he got home today." He pointed to his nose and nodded. "Ain't that right, son?"

"I fucking hate you," he muttered while working his father's cock, eagerly stroking the shaft up and down.

Dad let out a loud laugh. "Come on now, I'm playin'. I ain't your real dad, remember? Just don't think too much about it, and do what feels right. I know you want to, so stop pretendin' you don't."

I stood there, shocked by what was happening in front of me, but I shouldn't have been surprised. The pre-turn part of my best friend made the lycan hard to resist, especially when he held Brandon's face against his cock. Scents made things even worse for us, and Brandon wouldn't be able to stop himself now. Dad knew this would happen eventually, and now he had two sons to play out this wild kink.

Dad tossed the bottle of lube at me, and Brandon turned to look at me while still working his dad's dick. He fought a battle with himself and lost, the alcohol and his father's overwhelmingly masculine presence sending his inhibitions into a freefall.

"I've never felt anything back there before."

"I know what to do," I said, giving him a reassuring stare before inching closer to his pert ass as he lifted it for me to explore. That wasn't the reaction I thought I'd get from him, but he was so lost in arousal, he'd have probably let both of us fuck him at the same time.

His eyes were almost half-closed as turned back to his dad, pressing his face into the lycan's furry ball sack, his testicles so engorged they were almost the size of baseballs. He took in more of his father's scent.

Dad placed his forefinger under Brandon's chin, lifting his gaze. "You like that smell, don't you?"

His son nodded, his attention going back to dad's monstrously hard cock. It was as though someone flipped a switch in his brain, and Brandon lost himself to the animal, stroking and licking and sucking anything he could fit into his mouth.

Dad pointed his snout to the ceiling and closed his eyes, rattling the window with his moaning as his son played out his wildest fantasy. Brandon didn't even resist anymore, now seeming to enjoy more of it as the seconds passed. He'd suck on his father's cock before letting his face fall into the fur as he stroked, inhaling more. I loved the smell too, and it made me weak. How much more potent was it as a pre-turn?

A generous dab of thick gel fell into my palm, and I sat the bottle aside, working it through my fingers in anticipation. It was always him on top of me in my fantasies, but I hadn't even thought about the possibility of it going the other way with him until now. The very idea of dominating my much bigger best friend made brought out another desire of mine that had been locked away by inexperience.

I ran my hand down his lower back before sliding all the way between the cleft of his ass, stopping when I felt the tight, shallow hole. He jolted slightly, but didn't tear away from what he was doing, giving me free rein to do as I pleased. Using all four of my slick fingers, I rubbed around the ring of his anus, letting them slide down toward his taint, but keeping my thumb on the mark.

He moaned, his mouth full of lycan dick as pushed my thumb harder against his hole, and put up every bit of resistance to keep me out. Applying the same amount of pressure, I rubbed it enough to stimulate a relaxation response; the slick sounds as he loosened graced my ears. This often worked for me, so I knew it would get him going, but he was so tight that I wouldn't be able to enter all the way without a bit more force.

Rubbing even harder, I pushed inward, stretching him. He flinched again and let out a muffled yelp.

Dad put his hand on Brandon's head. "You gotta relax." His son looked up, letting the heavy dick fall from his mouth. Dad moved his hand to Brandon's face, his clawed thumb sliding through eager lips. "You want this so bad. It hurts, doesn't it?" Brandon nodded, whimpering as I pushed my thumb deeper into him. He was clenching again. "I know you're achin', and we're gonna make it go away."

Brandon pulled back and gasped. "Dad," he said. "Please..."

"Alright." It was something unspoken they said to one another, and I moved my hand away as Brandon turned onto his back. Dad lifted one leg over him and moved down until his head was over his son's cock. In moments, the lycan's tongue wrapped around the shaft before thin, black lips enveloped it.

As Brandon's length disappeared into dad's hungry maw, I resumed playing with his again, this time sliding two fingers inside. It was even harder to push into him now as Dad sucked with wild abandon. Brandon cried out, shuddering, moaning... growling. His hole clenched and relaxed around my fingers as he came, and I sped up, thrusting the digits harder into him, making his toes curl as he roared. The moment he came, my fingers sunk back into him as his ass relented, and I shoved a third finger inside, still fucking him with my hand.

The pulsating sensation around my fingers slowed as Brandon's climax ended, but his father didn't stop sucking. I expected Brandon to scream out for him to stop, but that wasn't what was happening. Instead, he rested his hand on top of his father's head, prodding him to continue. He had just finished and was ready to go again.

My fingers made squelching sounds as they slipped in and out of him, his hole much more relaxed now. My pinky slid in to join the other three fingers, and he... howled. It was brief, but it was the most monstrous noise I'd heard him make yet.

"Fuck me," he snarled while panting, not lifting his head. "Please."

With that, I jumped from the bed, letting the rest of my clothing fall to the floor before crawling back into position. Dad pulled away, letting the softening cock in his mouth fall against his son's abdomen with a muffled slap.

As I pressed the head of my dick against the now sloppy opening, there came an odd sensation rippling out from my core and all along my feverish skin. Hesitating, I looked down at a very excited dad as he pushed himself out of bed.

"I don't feel right," I whispered to him. He padded behind me, wrapping his steady arms around my chest before gently thrusting, letting his dick slide under me, still wet from lube, saliva, and cum. It was like straddling a throbbing, fleshy pole before he pulled away.

"Come on," he prodded, shoving me forward until I was part of the way inside his son. Brandon let out a shaky groan, and a growl tore from my throat before the bedroom light clicked off.

"What are you doing?" I asked, turning to see a shadowy mass walk toward me as my eyes adjusted.

"If you can't see nothin', then you can't worry." Dad placed both of his hands on my hips before pressing the broad head of his own cock against what he'd destroyed last week. "I'm gonna let you do all the work." All of his heft forced the tip of that monster inside of me, and I cried out, my legs shaking from the pain.

"Dad!" My voice pitched as agony turned to intense need. I instinctively parted my legs as his length went deeper, slowly, inch-by-irresistible-inch.

I could feel my guts tighten around him, the pain intensifying as his heavy sack grazed the back of my thighs. He was all the way in, but he didn't stop pushing. He thrusted me forward, and my dick slid all the way inside of his son. The only noise he made was a soft grunt.

"Alright son, fuck your brother," he commanded, slapping the right cheek of my ass.

I pulled out slightly and thrust back into Brandon; all the while Dad's cock slipped in and out of me. With every thrust forward, my ass clenched tighter around what speared me. It hurt, but I didn't want to stop. Dad remained still, letting me control everything. I wanted to fuck Brandon faster, but I also wanted Dad deeper.

"I'm gonna come, boy, don't stop," he growled, tensing up behind me. "Oh fuck."

He roared as heat shot up inside of me, my guts getting tighter from his load. The heavy throbbing of Dad's cock against my prostate had my eyes rolling upward, and the moment Brandon came, his ass gripping my dick tight, that was it.

My back arched as one final slam of my hips sent me over the edge, and Dad pushed me down until I was lying against of his son.

"Kiss him," he said breathlessly, as he rocked his hips, already recovered and ready to go again, just like on Friday. My mouth opened as I met Brandon's, him all too willing to feel my tongue against his. We kissed in time with rocking of our bodies as dad pounded me more. I was still inside my best friend, hard again. This time, it was Dad who controlled everything, and I didn't have time to recover.

Again, another strange jab rippled through my body, my mind getting hazier the longer we were like this. It understood then what was happening.

"Stop!" I shouted, lifting myself off of Brandon, but Dad pushed me back down and kept going. "I'm turning!"

"I know. You're ready, Aiden."

"No! Pull it out, now," I shouted, my voice getting deeper.

He was wrong; I wasn't ready for this. With every thrust, he brought out more of the Lycan in me. My screams turned to half-howls as my skin burned and muscles ached. Brandon wrapped his arms around me.

"It's okay," he whispered in my ear. "You're gonna be okay." He moaned out something unintelligible as I pushed deeper into him from the force of Dad's fucking. It was too late to go back now; my body gave in to the animal. It needed total release. "We're..." His head slammed against the bed and his claws raked across my back as wet warmth shot from between us, his insides tightening and relaxing around my cock again. "Fuck!"

"Everything feels weird." My hips started moving on their own as Dad pushed me further up the bed, going wildly off-rhythm, snarling. He was going to load me up again with cum.

As he filled my guts more, his fur-covered chest fell onto my back, and I felt a wet tongue lap against the back of my neck as Brandon pulled me into another kiss. Dad's cock throbbed, and the feeling of being trapped between the two sent me into another shaking climax.

There was a slight popping sound coming from all around me, and I felt like I was being stretched. Brandon's muscles locked up, and he cried out through clenched teeth. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I couldn't speak. My tongue traced along the edge of my canines, tasting the tang of my blood as they jutted out of my gums, longer and sharper.

"Fuuuuuck," Brandon finally yelled out. "You're too big..."

What was he talking about?

Dad pushed himself off of me, his cock sliding out with a heavy gush of cum as it leaked down my inner thigh. He slipped his arms under me, pulling me up off the bed, and I slipped out of Brandon. There was an odd sensation, and I reached down to wrap my hand around my shaft, only to feel something that was too massive to have been mine.

It had gotten so big... Had the change already happened? I had expected a more drawn-out and painful process, but it happened so fast I barely had time to feel it. An orange glow faded in, and the room got brighter, as though the lights were already on. My vision sharpened in the darkness, and I looked down at the hairy, powerful body of a pre-turned lycan. I ran my fingers along the sides of my head, tracing the now pointed ridges of my larger ears.

The combined male musk from all of us was the only thing in the world I could smell. Heartbeats thudded in my ears, but with the added noise of blood rushing through arteries and veins. Every sense was now so acute, making me more alive than I ever was.

Dad embraced me from behind, and Brandon stood from the bed, eying me timidly.

I faced Dad, who was only about a foot and a half taller than me now.

"I wasn't ready," I said, my voice deeper than before.

"It don't matter now, does it?"

"I told you I had to talk to my parents. I told you to stop!"

"And I don't care," he grunted, placing both of his large padded hands on my shoulders before giving them a squeeze. "I'm not leavin' you behind, so I'd have fucked you all night and into the day if I had to. You're not goin' back."

Tears welled in my eyes before running down my cheeks. I knew he was right. He went about it the wrong way, but he wanted to protect us. Even if Dad had stopped, the shift would have happened, regardless.

"You can talk to your parents when we've put as much road between us and this town as possible." His thin lips pressed briefly against mine. "I'm not takin' no risks when it comes to you boys."

Brandon limped to the door, whining while looking down at his hands.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"I--" He shook his head. "What the fuck did I do?"

"What came natural," Dad said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I know you're weirded out, and now that it's over, I don't even know how I feel about it."

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

"I could tell you stories of what I did as a pre-turn that's probably worse than this." He let out a chuckle as his ears fell off to the side. "Actually, it was a lot worse. I do not miss what you boys are about to go through." Dad reached for my hand and pulled me down on the bed next to him, wrapping one arm around me. He patted be mattress, looking up at Brandon expectantly. With a defeated slouch, his son crept toward the bed, dithering a moment before sitting. "At least you guys get to go through it together, and you'll have a pack pretty soon."

"What's that like?" I asked. "Have you ever been in one?"

"Yup. A few years before I found Brandon," he replied. "It's much better than being cooped up in a house during the day, havin' to hide all the time. That's for damn sure," he said, slapping both of his legs. "Then the government got 'em all. I was the only one that got away. Had to go into hidin' for a while, but made some good human friends while I was still pre-turn. Couldn't have kept evading for so long without them."

"So this is gonna get worse?" Brandon asked, not able to look up from his lap. "I'm just gonna want to fuck and get fucked by everything?"

"Yeah, it's a bitch at first," Dad said, putting his burly arm around his son. "It's like bein' a teenager--only your dick never gets a break for a few months, but everything starts to get more normal as you get used to it."

"I can't look at you," he whispered, keeping his stare downward before pulling away from his dad, holding his nose. "You're all I can smell..."

"Well," Dad said, crawling backward toward the head of the bed. "You're free to go to your room if you want, but I ain't done with Aiden yet."

"Really?" he said, hissing through his nose. "Why don't you just watch porn or something? I want us to talk... alone."

Dad raised an eyebrow. "You're pretty fuckin' slow aren't ya? What did I tell you earlier about challenging me?"

"I'm not--" He stood and crossed his arms, looking down at his dad. "I'm not challenging you. I just want some time with him, then you guys can... go back to this."

The dominant lycan shot Brandon a glare before nodding. "Alright. I'll leave you boys alone. Get outta here."

I got up and followed Brandon to the door, but Dad cleared his throat, grabbing my attention. He leered at me, relaxing both of his hands behind his head, spreading his legs enough so I could see heavy flesh limp against his thigh, teasing me. That was his way of telling me to make it fast without saying a word.

Both of us walked naked through the dark hallway, our bodies so different now than they were as human. We were always athletic, but now this was on a different level entirely. We were a lot bigger in just about every way, but still couldn't hold a candle to Dad.

We approached his room and stepped inside, and he shut the door quickly before staring at me with the same look of bewilderment from earlier.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked as we walked through the room, keeping the lights off. I sat on his bed and he took his place next to me.

"I don't know. I just had had to get out of that room, and I just wanted you here."

He wasn't handling this as well as I thought. In the room, he seemed into it, but as he folded his arms over his stomach and rocked slightly, he had obvious regrets.

"You know, what we did in there--"

He held a hand up before pressing it against his forehead. "What scares me the most is... I liked it." Brandon's breath shook from him. "I even liked being..." He trailed off.

"Your dad said it's normal. We're gonna have urges we can't control."

"This felt different from normal. I'm used to being the one on top, making all the moves--the strong one in bed, but it was like you guys were sucking all the strength away from me."

My eyes narrowed on his face. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, Aiden." He shook his head and sighed. "I feel like I'm being forced into a role with you two that I shouldn't be. I'm a man, but in there... I didn't feel like a man. And the most fucked up thing is, there's a part of me that accepted that position."

Once again, I couldn't find the words to console him because the opposite was true for me. For as long as I had these feelings about men, I only pictured myself as the submissive one. I didn't want control; I wanted someone to take that away from me in bed. But now, it was as though that part of my mind flipped off and on. When I was around Dad, I felt that draining sensation Brandon mentioned, like his very presence made me weak; however, when I was around Brandon now, all I could think about was having him under me--taking all of his control away.

There was no way I'd tell him that.

"You know, for the longest time, deep down, I got this feeling. It was the same with Andrew, and it scared the shit out of me," he said, cutting the silence.

"What feeling?"

He couldn't stop himself from holding that submissive pose with me as he continued to avert his eyes. I wondered if he knew what he was doing, or if he had no control over it anymore. "C'mon, don't make me elaborate," he whispered before scooting closer. "I liked girls, though. I didn't need this extra bullshit, but I couldn't just push you guys away, either." He grabbed my hand for a moment, and it trembled before he pulled away. "There was something about you and Andrew I could never pull away from, like we were connected, way more than friends. Of course, it kind of all makes sense now that I know what we are."

I patted him on the back and smiled. "We thought you didn't like us that much anymore because you'd never come over for movie or games nights."

"I started realizing I was going pre-turn a few months ago. That was when all I could think about was having sex with you guys, and I didn't want to do sleepovers anymore. I knew if something happened between us, it would fuck me up." He slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead and groaned. "You sleeping with my dad, though, that really threw me a curve ball."

"Yeah, I really didn't plan on that, but your dad knew what he was doing."

"He's such a piece--" He let the word slip away and took a calming breath. "When I saw you both... I was so pissed off. I should have been angry because you don't sleep with your best friends' parents, but that wasn't it. I think he wanted me to find you two together to bring out my pre-turn." He let out a sharp laugh through his sharp teeth. "Well, it worked, and now I'm letting him do that shit to me, and I actually liked it." He cut himself off. "Fuck! This is so sick."

"At least you two aren't actually related."

"We may as well be. He's raised me all my life, so he's still my Dad." He let out a gagging sound as he put his hand over his mouth. "And I sucked his dick!"

I patted him on the back. "It's fine. He's the only lycan around, it was bound to happen. Just don't think too much about it."

"He's my dad, Aiden. How the hell am I supposed to 'not think about it?' I hate this."

I grinned at him. "You sure didn't look like you were hating it in there."

"I was drunk. I don't think I would have actually gone through with it that if I wasn't blitzed out of my mind."

"Ah, the drunk excuse." I jabbed him lightly with my elbow. "You weren't that drunk."

He glared at me. "I just don't understand; this came right out of left field. When I was growing up, he was never a creepy perv like he was earlier." He clenched his jaw. "Ew, what if he was, and I just didn't know? That would make him a sick pedo, too."

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Dad's voice called from down the hall.

"Shit," Brandon muttered. "How the hell did he hear us?"

Dad's voice continued, slightly muffled by the closed door. "I'm a lycan, dumbass."

"I didn't know his hearing was that good," he whispered lower.

"Aiden," Dad shouted. "Get yer ass in here, and drag my kid with ya."

"I can't go back in there. I know what'll happen."

"Do you want it to happen?" I asked. The thought of watching him being fucked by his dad actually excited me. I was turning into just as much of a kink-beast as he was.

"No!"

"We'll you're not drunk anymore, so that excuse is gone. If what you said earlier was true, you'll be able to say what you need to and peace out." I stood and walked over to the door, opening it before looking back at him. I expected him to be furious, but his widened, shifting stare told me something different. That jolt of excitement returned as I studied his submissive posture.

"I'm not doing anything else with you guys, just so we're clear," he said, following me into the hallway. There was a scent coming from him that made me want to throw him to the floor and climb on top of him. Different smells triggered different responses, and while my lycan brain could pick them apart, my human brain struggled to keep up, making this way more confusing.

We entered the room, and dad sat against the headboard, the light of the full moon streaming onto the bed through the now uncovered window.

I'd never seen it so bright before, and staring at it sent a new thrill through me.

"Come here, both of you."

I did as he said, but Brandon shook his head, standing still.

"Just say what you need to so I can get the hell out of here."

There was a heaviness in the air, but it faded as Dad let out a grunt. "Alright." He turned and looked out the window. "Let me put something to rest here. I never once thought of you like that when you were a kid. Got it?"

"I can't help but think all this time you were grooming me, and I just didn't know it."

"Boy, I've let you do your own thing for as long as you've been alive. I let you make your own choices, and do whatever the fuck you want. It wasn't exactly what you'd call good parenting, but I wanted you to be your own person. I sure as hell never 'groomed' you, so get that thought outta yer head," he snapped. Brandon's shoulders went from tense to relaxed.

"Now, I admit, when I noticed you gettin' closer to pre-turn, that was when this shit started. It was just something that came and went, but when you turned eighteen, it was all I could think about. When I saw Aiden and got a good whiff of the kid, I thought I could get it out of my system." He wrapped his arms around me and dragged me across the bed until I was sitting against him. The way he handled me like I was nothing but a toy, even being as big as I was now, made me want to give him everything. He could do anything he wanted to, and I wouldn't stop him. "So, instead of you, I'm fucking your best friend, and I'm gonna keep fucking him until we're both sick of it."

"Why him? You could have just waited until we got to the free lycan town or whatever and had your pick of who you wanted." He was growing more frustrated by the second. "I knew I shouldn't have left him alone with you."

Dad leaned in and licked my bare shoulder. "Do you love him or somethin'?" he asked, reaching between my legs, grabbing my dick. My eyes rolled back as he squeezed it, my foreskin making sticky noises when he began jerking me off slowly. Brandon ground his teeth, aggressively silent as he watched what was happening. It was the same thing that happened earlier, that flash of anger--the challenging stare that pissed Dad off so much. "You gonna answer my question? If you love him, I'll let you borrow him. How's that sound?"

Even though he I wanted to object to what he said, I had no will to vocalize it. His teeth grazed my shoulder before nipping at the nape of my neck, and I melted into him more.

"He's not yours!" The moment it slipped out of his mouth, he knew he'd messed up. He immediately slouched forward again, staring at the floor.

Dad stopped what he was doing and pulled away from me before standing.

"I'm sorry," Brandon said as the towering lycan approached. For a moment, his legs wobbled like he'd fall to his knees. Dad folded his arms and said nothing, and Brandon locked up completely. From what I'd read about lycans, I understood their hierarchy. Dad was the alpha, there was no denying that. He was the biggest and meanest thing in the whole town, his potent musk oozing power that leeched away the resolve of anyone close enough to him.

"Brandon." His tone was unusually gentle as he pointed to the floor in front of him. "Come here."

The pre-turn took a step closer to his dad before being engulfed in the lycan's arms. "You know I love you, kid, but you need to learn your place in this pack. I let you get your way a lot when you were human, letting you talk down to me, but that shit's not gonna fly now. You ain't human anymore." He pulled back, staring daggers into his son's eyes. "Understand?"

Brandon cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah."

Dad turned toward me, his hand gripping that massive cock I craved. "If you prefer my son," an arrogant smirk inched up his maw as he stroked himself, "then I'll let him have you."

"I--" My eyes traveled to Brandon, then back to Dad. "Why not both?"

Dad let go of his dick and crossed his arms, knowing he'd get what he wanted regardless, but Brandon shook his head.

"I told you, I'm not doing this."

Dad slapped Brandon on the back, prodding him forward. "I already know what you wanna really say, so you may as well just spit it out." He pressed his large body against his son's smaller frame. "Now, what's that I smell?" he said, giving the air a few sniffs.

"You can't make me do this," he muttered, no longer able to hide his rigid cock with his hands.

Dad reached around his son from behind, gripping the erection with his right hand before leaning in to whisper, "I ain't makin' you do nothin' you don't already want to."

He trembled against his father. "I'll do it for Aiden."

"Mm-hmm." Dad let go of Brandon, his grin showing off every sharp, white tooth. "Sure, for Aiden," he grunted, settling the palm of his hand against Brandon's back before pushing him onto the bed. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move under the lycan's strength. "You're a fuckin' awful liar." He removed his hand and his voice thundered. "Don't move, boy." He pointed at me. "Aiden, get over here make him suck you off. He's pretty damn good at that."

"I hate you so much," Brandon growled as he lay there, looking down at the covers as his father got to one knee behind him.

"No you don't," he said, before spreading Brandon's ass, his tongue over the loose, wet hole I fucked earlier. Brandon let out a gasp, his eyes rolling upward. Dad pulled back, strings of saliva trailing the sides of his mouth. "You'll be screaming how much you love me in a few minutes."

***

The overbearing scent of sex was the first thing I noticed upon waking: heady musk mixed with sweat and cum--so much cum. It was enough to keep me hard, despite the hours I'd spent last night shooting load after load into my best friend's mouth and ass. There was a heaviness against my chest where Brandon's arm draped over it. When I opened my eyes, Dad was on the other side of me, my face brushing against his armpit.

The mid-morning sun brightened the room, and I pulled down the covers, examining my new body in the daylight. I wasn't sure what time we finally passed out, but I was sore and exhausted. There was a slickness between my legs and the cleft of my ass from everything we did. After eating his son's ass, Dad let us spend a little time alone together while he took a break in his den to nurse a few bottles of beer. When he came back, he had no qualms about what he intended to do to his son.

The poor guy. He fought with himself every second as he adjusted to his new role--swallowing as much cum as he could stand while getting fucked for hours.

He put up a convincing front at first, but you can't lie to a lycan, especially after offering himself to his dad repeatedly throughout the night, never able to get enough. That look of pain and ecstasy on his face as Dad drove him into the bed, the way he cried out as he'd come without touching himself. That was the power an alpha had over pre-turns, and neither of us could resist it.

Now that it was out of our systems, Brandon and I had to face the reality of our situation outside of the bedroom. He wouldn't be able to go back to Heather, and I wouldn't be able to go back to my parents. We had to leave everything behind, or we'd end up like Andrew.

I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, my stirring waking a groggy Brandon. He looked up at me and I nodded at him as he slowly rolled out of bed before limping across the room. Careful not to wake Dad, I followed him into the hallway.

He didn't stop at his bedroom; instead, he made his way to the living room with me trailing close behind.

"Do you, uh, want some breakfast?" he asked, not looking back at me.

"I could eat. What do you have?"

"We got cereal, I think." He reached for a container of frosted corn flakes, making a disgusted face. "I'm starving."

"Got any meat?" I asked, my stomach making angry sounds. "I could go for some bacon and eggs."

He shrugged. "I don't know. Dad's the one that orders the groceries and cooks shit." He opened the refrigerator, gaping at what was inside. "Dad must have gone hunting recently."

I took my place behind him, staring at the fifty or so paper-wrapped packages stacked one on top of the other, filling each shelf.

"What is all this?" I asked.

"Venison." Brandon reached in and grabbed a package. "I don't know how to cook. You?"

I shook my head. "I know how to boil water," I said with a laugh as he handed me the meat. "I'll go wake Dad up."

"No. He's gonna be a douche and rub everything in my face once he gets up." I smirked and went to go say something nasty, but he punched my arm... hard. "Don't fucking say it!"

After setting the package on the counter, I opened it, revealing a thick, slightly marbled slab of what looked like steak, only darker than I was used to seeing. Saliva pooled under my tongue as I studied it, leaning in to give it a deep sniff.

"I'm sure he won't."

"Aiden, you don't know shit about my dad. He's gets off on being the biggest prick in the room." Another sly grin graced my face, and he shot me another look. "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything." My voice pitched as I let out a bout of snorty laughter before focusing on the meat again. "I guess I could boil it."

"Don't you dare." Brandon snatched the meat off the counter, holding it raw in his hands. He was about to say something else, but stopped and gave the steak a sniff as I had earlier. Maybe it had the same effect on him. There was something completely different about it, something that activated another lycan instinct. "I, uh--" He paused again, swallowing. We both stared at the steak, not saying a word.

After another few seconds, Brandon tore into it, getting as much as he could into his mouth. I went to grab it, but he snarled at me, turning toward the wall, barely chewing as he swallowed. I opened the fridge and grabbed another package, ripping off the paper before sinking my teeth into the delicious meat. There was a moment where my mind went blank. It was almost like being asleep while my body took over, swallowing as much as I could before grabbing more from the fridge. Brandon shoved me out of the way and grabbed two.

At some point, the bite of raw, bloody steak turned into a desperate binge, both of us grabbing armfuls of meat, snapping at one another as we each tried to get to the other's meal. Our behavior made little sense, but as the hunger got worse, claws started flying.

There were only fragments of logical thought as we wrestled one another on the floor. The few moments of clarity I had, all I could see was an angry pre-turn snapping at me, his eyes glazing over. One moment I'd be on top of him and the next, he'd be on top of me.

"Hey! Hey hey!" Dad's voice cracked the room, and a thick hand grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me away from Brandon. His other hand snatched Brandon's upper arm as he lifted us to our feet. "Alright, that's enough of that." He glanced down at the meat scattered all over the kitchen floor. "Oh God damn it."

Brandon shook away his stupor, and his personality returned. The fog lifted from my mind as I tried to put together what the hell just happened to us.

"We, uh... were gonna make breakfast," Brandon mumbled, spitting out some of my hair that had gotten into his mouth when he bit me. I wasn't even sure he had injured me until I saw the blood on my arm. Or was that his blood? Or was it blood from the meat? There was so much of it on my face as I wiped my mouth with the back of my arm.

Dad let us go and pointed to the chairs surrounding the small wobbly dining room table. "I guess we gotta have another talk," he said, pulling out a chair for himself. It was a sturdy metal chair, but was still way too small for him. "You boys ain't ready for raw meat. The cravings are too new, and your little brains can't handle it, apparently."

I licked my lips to get more of the metallic taste, my cock growing painfully hard again. "What the hell?" I muttered, looking down at my dick, clear beads of ropey fluid pulsing out of it.

Dad laughed. "Welcome to pre-turn, boys. It's a nightmare-and-a-half, but if you listen to me, you'll get through it. I didn't have an alpha to teach me nothin' before joining my first pack. Had to learn things on my own."

"So does this mean every time we see raw meat, we lose our damn minds?" Brandon asked, glancing down at the mess on the floor.

"For a little while, you're gonna lose your minds a lot." He stood and lumbered toward the kitchen, picking the torn packages of meat off the ground. "We need to get things ready today and try to get some sleep so we can leave tonight."

My stomach dropped. "Tonight?"

"Yup. It's a good ten hours away by car, and then we gotta hoof it the rest of the way into the mountains. Ain't no roads where we're goin'."

"Wait, is there even any electricity up there?" I asked.

Dad shook his head. "No electricity, no internet, no nothin'."

"That sounds worse than getting caught by the NLC," I muttered.

"That's not happening," Brandon said. "I think we should just stay here and lie low."

Dad's ears pressed against his head as he separated the packages that were intact from the ones that were torn open.

"That's not a bad idea," I said, a little more optimistic. "We could just stay in the house during the day and go out at night." I studied Dad's face to see if he'd agree, but he said nothing, baring his teeth as he rinsed the meat that had fallen on the floor before patting it dry.

"I bet we could make money streaming video games," Brandon chimed back in. "We could just wear masks or something so no one knows."

"Start packin' clothes," Dad said, wrapping the meat in fresh paper. "You boys are gonna have to both share for a while until we get more made."

"I'm not going," Brandon snapped, but I got that heavy feeling again, like the air pressure in the room increased. "You can't make us go. We're adults now."

Dad said continued saying nothing, opening the fridge as he piled the meat back inside.

Brandon stood from his chair and walked into the living room, eying me. "We'll figure something out. There's gotta be a way we can live here and not get caught."

I kept glancing at Dad as more of his anger fanned the air, driving me deeper into submission. Did Brandon not feel this, or was he deliberately testing his boundaries?

"Alright," Dad finally said, causing me to jump. "We've got enough food, and I got a portable grill so I can cook it for you guys when we're on the road." A snarl wrinkled his snout. "Brandon!"

His son swallowed hard before shouting back in shaky defiance. "What?"

"Get the cooler out of the hall closet."

Brandon stood still in the living room, a little more careful with his words.

"Did you hear anything we just said?" he called back.

Dad stepped toward the edge of the kitchen, staying out of Brandon's line of sight, his glare settling on me as he ignored his son. That look in his eyes demanded I be the one to handle this, especially since I'd defied him earlier. Whether he liked it or not, Brandon was at the bottom of our pack in this house--way at the bottom, as we established last night. It was up to me to take it one step further.

"I--I changed my mind. This doesn't sound like a smart idea."

"Aiden, stop being his bitch."

I stood from the chair and moved closer to Brandon. "Think about it. Are we gonna stay in this house for the rest of our lives? Just the three of us with no one else? That's gonna be miserable."

"No, misery is being out in the middle of the woods, living like the damn Amish."

I drew in a deep breath, instinct taking over as I leaned in close to his face. "Get the cooler, Brandon," I said, my tone low and threatening.

He snarled and pushed me away. "No fucking way. You're not gonna do this--"

A surge of strength shot through me, and I grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him against the back of the sofa, bending him over. All of his resolve vanished as he went limp under me as I often did against Dad. The head of my cock slipped into his hole, still swollen, slick, and loose from his father's display of ultimate male supremacy last night. While I wasn't nearly as thick and intrusive as Dad, I was enough to get him whining in submission while moaning for more.

Every rapid thrust made him cry out, shuddering against me. He tried to get up, but I'd ram into him with such force, he'd ball back against the loveseat. This was a taste of what it was like to be an alpha, and I craved it. My muscles seemed different somehow, like they had grown in size, flexing as I fucked my best friend with such ferocity that he didn't dare show anymore rebellion.

One last thrust sent a shock wave through us both, and I wrapped my arms around his chest, forcing him against me as I ground into his ass, shooting a much more forceful load into him, my throaty howls shaking the windows. This was more than I'd ever come before, and my sack felt heavier somehow. My groin ached, a pulling and expanding sensation coming from my dick. Brandon quivered, letting out dog-like whimpers as I kept him still with one arm so he wouldn't move and ruin the moment.

I was still coming; it didn't stop. My eyes rolled upward as I pulled out and slammed into him again, the sensation of his tightening ass around me making the orgasm last even longer. Why did Brandon seem so small under me?

When I finished, I pulled back, slipping out of my best friend's wide-open hole, thick white cum pouring out of it like I'd turned on a faucet. My dick... had grown. It was definitely thicker than before, certainly longer.

Dad's rough hand squeezed my shoulder, and I turned toward him. I still had to look up, but I was taller now.

"Now look at you," he said with a grin. "You're gonna be one hell of an alpha, son. I knew you had it in you." His words filled me with a desire to please him more. I liked it when he I made him happy. He looked down at his smaller son as he panted, his cheeks red as cum coated his inner thigh, dripping onto the carpet. "You don't know what you did, but you claimed him like I claimed you." He reached down and grabbed Brandon's chin with his clawed forefinger, turning his head to meet his gaze. "You turn and show some respect to your alpha, boy, and clean his dick."

Brandon pushed himself away from the couch and turned toward me, dropping to his knees as his tongue licked the beads of cum that remained.

"That's a good boy," I grunted, lifting him to his feet before leaning in to lock my lips around his, the taste of me lingering thick in his mouth. He didn't pull away; instead, he melted into ultimate submission, letting me have my way. The power racing through me was a high I'd never get enough of, but another desire kicked in when Dad grabbed my arm. I released his son and felt the power drain from my body as an overwhelming need to be dominated replaced it.

"Brandon, get the cooler, and get your clothes ready," he said, keeping his wild eyes locked on me. "When you're done, join us in the bedroom."

Brandon nodded in silence as Dad pulled me into the hall, toward the master bedroom. The cycle of sex seemed to never have an end. Was this what lycan life was like? If it was, I looked forward to the decades of unfathomable pleasure that awaited me.