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

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

All other characters belong to me.

Note: My sincerest apologies to all those who had to wait over a year for the new chapter. A lot has been going on recently, especially with Ryan who has been my collaborative help this whole project. I hope you will all enjoy this next new chapter.

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Werewolf's Reprieve Part 3

Part 3

I cried silently sitting on the edge of my bed in my room. It was hard for me not to after everything that happened earlier today. Ryan was a real miracle. He pulled me out of the rain without much more than a whim, fed me and gave me a home, and even bought me a whole wardrobe and a TV. He even went through the trouble of installing it for me after a wonderful dinner. I didn't deserve any of this, I kept telling myself, and I thought was true. All I really wanted was just a little shelter from the storm, and this blessed young man changed my life forever.

"Dustin?" I heard Ryan call from outside of my door, before testing the lock on the door. I hadn't bothered to lock it, and he quietly slipped in and noticed me crying. "What's wrong?" I shook my head gently.

"Nothing's wrong," I told him, and he sat down next to me. I noticed he was sitting closer than he was the night before when I told him the story.

"I can see you crying plain as day," he said, "come on, open up. What's on your mind?" I sniffed a little and regained a little of my composure as I tried to form the words that still seemed to stumble within my sobbing.

"I just feel so guilty," I began, "you've done so much for me on just these past two days. I don't deserve such special treatment, especially from someone whom I'm still a total stranger to. I just don't know how to repay you." As I explained this he put a gentle hand on my shoulder, rubbing his thumb gently.

"You could say thank you," he smiled at me and I looked at him, "I remember watching super hero shows when I was a young child and the strong protagonist would say to the citizens who idolized them 'your thanks is enough.' So I say the same thing to you. It'll help me realize that I'm making a difference in someone's life for the better."

"But why would you go through so much trouble for me?" I asked him curiously, and he seemed to give me a similar answer from earlier.

"Do I really need a reason to help someone?" He responded. It was a short simple answer, but something that painted a picture of his character in my heart and my mind. Most people had the ability to help others in need, and people could almost feel obligated to help others or not without so much as a single prompt. Most people though, would just turn up their noses and keep walking. But Ryan was definitely not most people. My tears started flowing again, and I embraced Ryan tightly. The human smiled at me, and simply returned the hug gently. He was so nice, he acted nice, he looked nice, he even... smelled nice.

"You don't know how much this means to me," I told him through sniffles and soft sobs.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "I could be superman, or another superhero." Again he just seemed right, he almost was like a superhero, always there to save the day for me.

"B-but," I began as I let go of him and wiped my tears, "there has to be something I can do to repay you. You wanted to help me get on my feet, there has to be something that I can do for you for once. I'll do absolutely anything." He handed me a handkerchief from his pocket, and I took it and cleared my nose of the mucus that built up from all the sniffing and crying, probably because he notice how stuffy I sounded after all of that. He thought for a minute before asking another question.

"How far have you gone through school?"

"Highschool," I answered truthfully.

"I see," he said in a soft gentle voice and stood up.

"How about this then," he began, "If you are serious about helping out around the household, then I have two options for you to take. Door number one, you can go to the University here in town and further your education. Or you can get a job, and help cover some of the costs of the house. I'm only allowing one or the other, considering your nights will need to be spent here when the full moon is ready to make its round. And if you really want to contribute, I may ask for some help with chores around the house."

"That's all?" I asked him and he nodded.

"That's all I can think of. Take your pick." I thought for a moment, college did sound intriguing I'll admit, but I probably just didn't have the patience for it. Not to mention the four years of tuition, fees, and books that he'd have to pay for me.

"I'll get a full time job," I told him, "but even with full time I might not make nearly enough money compared to you." He shrugged playfully and smiled.

"Since when was money an issue around here again?" he smiled and this time hugged me a bit himself. "You really are a sweet guy, but don't worry so much about how much money you're going to make. And besides, it makes me feel important to be needed by you. Now get some rest. Tomorrow we'll head into town and look for businesses that are hiring. I'm pretty well known in town as you well know, so if I give you a good word it will definitely help your chances of getting a job."

"Has anyone told you how amazing you are?" I asked him awestruck, with a wry smile. He looked at me and chuckled lightly.

"Oh more or less a few times," he said, and stood up, stretching a bit before looking around the room.

"A few more things could help complete the room though, for sure," he said aloud, "starting with some newer nicer sheets for your bed."

"What was that?" I asked tilting my head a bit.

"Oh just thinking aloud," he replied, "goodnight." He turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. I just laid back, recounting my fortune again and again. I could only wonder what kind of angel brought Ryan into this world. And the more I thought about Ryan and what he's done for me, the more I started to notice a strange feeling inside me. It wasn't pain, or a sudden jerk that comes from transforming, it was too early in the new month for that anyway. It simply rested there, in a spot resting just below my chest, and it felt warm. I climbed into bed after a while, making sure the lights were off first, but the thoughts of Ryan never left my head, as I looked up to the ceiling from under the covers. This warm feeling soon helped me drift off to sleep, and for the first time in a while, I had a nice dream.

I couldn't quite remember what the dream was, but I remember waking up the next morning with a big smile on my face. I slowly sat up, stretching in a euphemism of freshness. I never felt this well rested in a long time. There was only one problem, the warm feeling I had the night before was gone. Instead, another feeling took its place, it was slightly cold, almost icy even, and it had a sense of emptiness to it. My attention was taken away from it when I heard a knocking on the door.

"Dustin?" asked Ryan, "are you awake?" I smiled and cleared my throat to speak.

"Yes Ryan I'm up."

"Get yourself freshened up and dressed," he replied, "you want to look your best for the interviews so perhaps try the suit jeans and a matching polo shirt."

"Yes sir," I replied, jumping out of bed and walking over to my closet to pick out the aforementioned attire. After doing that I headed over to the bathroom and took another nice long shower. My muscles weren't aching so badly today, allowing me to enjoy the shower a little more. And when it was done, I walked back to my room to change into the attire. As I did though, I noticed the TV that Ryan got me and installed just yesterday. I hadn't even bothered to try it yet.

'Well I shouldn't waste his hospitality now should I,' I chuckled to myself as I thought and turned on the TV with the matching universal remote. The early morning news was on, which I didn't pay much attention to anyway. Most of the news was pretty minor, and to be honest I wasn't quite so surprised about and ignored while changing into my clothes. The weather was said to be nice the rest of the week though, which was nice.

When I finished changing into my clothes I turned off the TV and walked downstairs for breakfast. Ryan was already dressed, in a very bright beige colored turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. Ryan had just laid down some waffles and syrup and I smiled.

"Wow," I began, "frozen waffles looks good." Ryan seemed to chuckle about that.

"Oh these aren't frozen," he stated, "I made these from scratch. I even put the chocolate chips in by myself."

"Chocolate chips?" I asked and looked at the waffles carefully, surely enough the waffle was covered by the random dots that managed to surface through the finished product.

"That's right," Ryan replied, "and the orange juice is freshly squeezed. Now eat up, you'll need your energy." I sat down and started to poor some syrup onto the food. When Ryan sat down I noticed that the warm feeling from last night had suddenly returned. It was strange.

"How did you get so good at this?" I asked him, and he set his cup down after a sip.

"Well when you're a retired 18 year old with too much time on your hands you occupy yourself with stuff like this."

"Are you afraid of running out of money?" I asked slightly concerned.

"Not really," he replied, "the chance is there, but a thousand things would have to go wrong for that to happen. I bought this house from my own pocket last year, so there isn't a mortgage. The utilities add up to around 500 a month, and between groceries, phone, gas money for the car, and other small miscellaneous necessities is only around another 500. Since my car and house are already paid for, the only other thing I need is all the insurance I wrapped myself around, which is only roughly another 1000 a month. That leaves me plenty of money left over a month when dividing the budget evenly throughout the next 60 years. Plus some of my books still haven't made the big screen yet, which will come around soon enough. And each time the opportunity arises, the producers need to throw plenty of money my way to buy the rights to the movie. So it's like a healthy resupply each time."

"I bet a lot of people would kill for your kind of fortune," I joked a bit.

"Some people do," he replied smiling, "but they go to jail for it. If they put their energy and effort into doing something spectacular instead of snuffing someone for their life insurance they too could find success. Sometimes those lovely Disney movies have the right idea in mind." The conversation ended their as we ate our food. We didn't want our food to get cold. Once we were finished I stood up and grabbed both of our empty plates. Ryan looked up at me with a smile. "You didn't have to do that."

"Believe me, I do," I replied and walked to the kitchen sink, washing the dishes off, "so where will we be going today?"

"I figured we'd stop by the theatre district first. It's not far, but it's faster to get there by car," he explained, "after we've rounded the businesses there we'll swing back to the mall and look around there. I need to look around the furniture warehouse and find some new sheets for your room, maybe a game system too to match your new TV." I blushed and sighed a bit.

"You don't need to get me a game system," I told him politely but a bit firmly. He set his empty cup down and grabbed his nearby car keys.

"Let me have a little fun with this ok?" he asked smiling, "I want to spoil you just a teeny bit. Now let those soak, we should shove off." I nodded and did what he told without question before following him. He led me past the kitchen and out another door, which led into the garage. Unlike most garages, it was laid out in a nice white tile set, which made the garage look very clean. Much like the laundry room leading out to the garage, everything was very neatly organized in a specific system. It must have been something that kept Ryan busy for a few days.

The human opened the automatic garage door opener, and unlocked his car doors before walking toward the driver side. I quickly opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat. The car was nice, but nothing really fancy, kind of like his house. It looked well managed and reliable, which I bet is why Ryan purchased the car. It looked, felt, and even smelled new. Even while in my human form, I seemed to have a more powerful sense of smell. I looked over at Ryan after shutting the door. He smelled nice again too himself, kind of like yesterday. He fastened his seatbelt and looked at me.

"Buckle up," he ordered, "I won't even start the car until you do." I nodded and did so, and adjusted the seat so I got comfortable and Ryan started the car. It wasn't long before we found ourselves on the road. Ryan was a very careful driver, following all the rules of the road down to the letter, and the ride was very smooth and enjoyable. It was almost mystifying, like we were levitating instead of driving.

We drove to the theatre district, which was aptly named due to the huge multi-screen cinema movie theatre in the epicenter. We looked around each store, and unfortunately each store was out of positions for hire. Even the movie theatre had reached its capacity of employees. I sighed a little after we got back in the car and drove off again.

"Don't let it get you down," he assured me, "times are a little rough nowadays. Albeit it is too bad about the theatre job, the ticket taker job during the matinee shows are pretty uneventful, making it for an easy job."

"How do you know?" I asked curiously.

"Before my first book got published," he explained, "that was my job while I was in high school. I was a little young for high school but being there qualified me for the job. So I figured why not start my own little emergency fund just in case." I nodded and didn't question it further, it wasn't that important anyway. We soon got to the mall, and while we were there, it was mostly the same thing. Most of the places weren't hiring, not even the female dress shops, which I wouldn't have been too thrilled to work at anyway. I would have if they were open, because I was desperate, but I wouldn't have been too happy. I guess beggars can't be choosers eh?

"Where else left is there?" I asked Ryan curiously. He led the way again and I followed behind quickly.

"There is one place left," he began, "and you're already familiar with it." He was right. After a couple minutes of walking, we found ourselves in front of the clothing store where Ryan bought me my new wardrobe. We stepped inside and looked around. I didn't see any signs of Ryan's friend Joe anywhere.

"Where's Joe?" I asked him.

"Today is Sunday," he replied, "Joe and his family are Mormon so they go to church today. And the mall is closed on Sunday by the time Joe gets out of church, so he doesn't work on this day of the week." I nodded in understanding and followed him to the back area. I stood behind Ryan as he knocked on the door, and was soon answered by a taller young man.

"Ryan," he began, "surprised to see you here."

"Good to see you too Bronson," the smaller human replied, "listen, do you still have an opening available for cashier here."

"Yeah," he replied, "but why are you asking me? You certainly don't need a job, lest it be one like this with your Bachelor's degree."

"It's not for me," Ryan stated and motioned me in front of him, "it's for my friend Dustin here. He really needs a full time job to keep himself on his feet. Think you can do an old friend a favor?" Bronson adjusted his glasses a bit and examined me closely, and after a few tense and quiet minutes, he spoke.

"Hmm..." he sounded out, "I might be able to throw him a bone, but I will need to be fair and run him through the interviewing process." Ryan nodded and pulled out a set of papers and handed it to him.

"He's qualified to work in the states," the smaller human stated professionally, "he'll just need a little help running through some extra paperwork to get started." The two shook each other's hand and Ryan gave me a pat on the back. "Now Dustin, stay professional, answer all of his questions to the best of your abilities, and you'll be employed in no time."

"Thanks again Ryan," I said to him smiling, and he took a small bow.

"All in a day's work," he stated and turned to walk away, "I'll be back soon, I just need to make a few more errands." I nodded and shut the door behind me after walking into Bronson's office. Shortly after sitting down though, something strange occurred. The cold empty feeling I had when I woke up had returned. I thought a little bit, trying to figure out why I was having these little feelings. Bronson turned to face me after a couple minutes on his computer.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, "you seem a little pale."

"Y-yeah," I replied, "I'm just a little nervous is all."

"Don't worry about it Dustin," he began, "I'm not one to rag on you. I don't know you enough, but Ryan seemed to put a lot of faith into you, so I'm going to trust in his judgment."

"Thank you mister..."

"Just call me Bronson," he said, "there's no need to be formal here." I nodded and we proceeded through the long process. He asked me several questions, which I answered to the best of my ability. After a couple of hours he shook my hand and said that I would start tomorrow at 9 AM sharp. I was happy. Ryan had requested on one of the forms he had given my new boss that I be given a strictly daytime schedule, full time too, with the evenings and weekends off. I would work 40 hours a week, and be making a not too shabby 10 dollars an hour. It seems the knobs of fate had locked upon my good luck.

After another hour Ryan had come back and picked me up. We had lunch at the food court again, this time however sharing a pizza. During lunch Ryan had informed me that he had the sheets delivered to the house, including a new reclining easy chair for the TV, and my own desk. There was no end to it was there? I looked at all the bags Ryan had, which were filled with paper, and various office supplies, possibly for the desk, and despite all my past requests, an Xbox 360 video game system.

He was right, he was spoiling me. But it seemed a little more than just a tid bit of spoiling. He had gotten me a few games of variety and a spare controller in case I would ever need it. After lunch we packed all of the stuff into the trunk of Ryan's car as we headed back home. During drive I spent the whole time looking at Ryan's face, and I was happy. Every time I saw his face it made me very happy and warm inside. I hoped that this would never change.

Things seemed to settle into place over the next week. I got the hang of the cash register easily, and had a satisfying work week. I enjoyed my new desk, chair, video games, and bed sheets in my spare time. And when Ryan was there, that warm feeling inside me tended to show up again. I was starting to understand the pattern of these mysterious feelings. I couldn't put my mind on what they were exactly, but I figured out they were behaving, and Ryan was the link between the two. Whenever Ryan was in the room or within close proximity, the feeling was full of warmth and happiness, and whenever he was away on an errand or further away from me, it felt empty and cold. Exactly what is this feeling weighing down on my chest all the time?

By the last week of the month, I made my second paycheck. It wasn't that much, but I decided to give it to Ryan so that I could help out with paying the bills. Ryan instead opened up my own bank account and deposited the money in there, keeping a few hundred out. He gave a hundred to me in twenties and told me to hang on to it just in case and kept the other 200 out of request from me. I did after all wanted to give him some payment for everything he's done.

I got home before the evening of the last Friday of the month. This was the big night. According to the new calendar Ryan added to my room, it was the night of the full moon, which I would be transforming for the second time since my arrival. Ryan had prepared ahead of time. When I got home, he locked all the doors and windows, and shut all the blinds and curtains so that no one could see inside. Despite that, no other precautions were taken. We both knew I could control my lupine form so the only thing to sit through would be the painful transformation.

"We won't be disturbed by anyone will we?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Nah," he replied, "I hardly ever get visitors anyway. And when I do it's in the day, because all my friends are usually busy with their own jobs or school during the evening." I nodded. We had dinner as usual, another one of Ryan's famously delicious recipes. I should have to learn to cook like that someday. After that we moved to the living room, and turned on the television to a popular sitcom while we waited. During the wait I was thinking about whether or not to talk to Ryan about these strange feelings going on inside of me. Would he understand? Would he be frightened? Would it ruin anything we've had together? I wasn't sure, but at the moment, I was just glad to be with him. And the sitcom show helped lighten the mood while we waited.

It was during a commercial break a couple hours in when I started to transform. I felt my insides shift and I cringed in pain, the muscle spasms took over.

"Dustin?" Ryan asked putting a gentle hand on my shoulder, "are you alright?"

"Y-yeah ow," I replied and huffed between the convulsions. I gently pushed him aside, "stay back." He had a slight look of worry on his face but did so and stepped back. The transformation was a little smoother, since I didn't try to fight it this time around. Within several minutes, my hands had morphed into claws, my mouth extended to the shape of my muzzle, and my bright silver fur once again coated my body. The last transformation to occur was my tail, which poked out from behind my clothing. I stood up gently, catching my breath and looking over myself. I smiled a bit, for once it felt good to be in this form, at least since I wasn't trying so hard to hide. I looked in the mirror a bit and noticed that my clothes weren't torn at all, with the exception of the backside of my pants, where my fluffy tail poked out of. Ryan was watching me speechless the whole time, still getting used to this form himself.

"It's almost like something out of a fairy tale," he stated, "but I got to admit, you do look handsome, even in that form."

"Thanks Ryan," I said smiling, feeling my fur a bit before turning to face him. He stood up smiling, the TV already on mute and I overlooked his figure. I noticed something else too. It was that mysterious feeling again, only this time, the sense of warmth was much stronger now. When I looked at him the feeling flooded my insides, almost like instinct. I approached him slowly, and the feeling of the warmth got even stronger. It was almost enticing, like it was encouraging me to get closer to the human.

"Dustin?" Ryan said as I approached him, he didn't move but seemed a little tense as I got right up to him. The warm feeling completely flushed over me as I examined him close up. It was almost blinding, yet wonderful. My senses were up and running, and I could smell every piece of Ryan's body really well. After the first whiff, my next instinct was to smell some more. I crouched a little on all fours and circled around him, sniffing various areas of his body, from his chest to his back, to his armpits and his legs and feet. The strongest of the scents came from his crotch and his butt, and as I sniffed there, Ryan showed an obvious deep red blush. He was completely confused on what was going on and called my name again like before.

"Dustin? What are you doing?" And when I heard his voice say that, I growled a bit. Whatever this scent was driving me crazy, encouraging me to explore more, and I didn't know why? All I wanted was to explore Ryan at the moment, to smell him, to see him, to touch him... I moved my paws up to his shoulder and started rubbing a bit, and Ryan jumped back a bit out of instinct. As he backed off the feeling of the empty cold crept up a bit, and it startled me. I didn't want that feeling again. I only wanted that warm feeling that the human in front of me brought to my chest, and nothing else. In an instant I crouched onto all fours and leaped, pouncing on top of Ryan and to the floor like a predator to its prey. Ryan gave a yell as he fell in surprise, and out of his own instinct panicked and struggled. I gripped his wrists with my paws, and with my heightened strength pinned him down with my body easily. Ryan breathed heavy panicked breaths as he looked up at me. As he did I smelled over his face and his neck.

"You smell nice," I said smiling, my tail wagging behind me.

"What?" Ryan asked confused and panicked, "are you going to bite me?" I shook my head a little bit and smelled him more, a new scent of sweat pierced my nose, and it was intriguing. I opened my maw and lowered myself to his neck. Ryan closed his eyes and let a tear drop out, almost expecting the worst to happen. But I still had some control, and only brought my tongue out and licked his neck. I smiled.

"You taste nice too," true, I had him in a position that I could bite him, and make him a werewolf. But the life of a werewolf in most aspects is kind of a curse, and after all the things Ryan has done for me, I couldn't put him through that, even in this euphoria of wolven instincts carrying me on.

"Please don't hurt me," Ryan whispered in a slight hint of fear. But I only kept licking him, his face and his neck, and a piece of his shoulders and arms, but I never really bit him. I loved every taste of him, every bit of him I wanted to lick now, to taste and understand. Every piece of him. After licking up his tear drop he opened his eyes, and my gaze matched with his. As we met each other in the staring it was almost like I was losing myself in it. It was hypnotizing, and the feeling inside me seemed to make it feel like it was enchanting.

The enchantment started working too. I started to understand it as something took over Ryan. The human's eyes began to droop and his body started to go limp. My gaze had seemed to put the human in a deep trance, and after a few minutes of this, Ryan's eyes closed completely. And I whispered the expression of these feelings into words, only in a soft whisper as he slipped out of consciousness.

"I love you Ryan," I smiled, and had Ryan exactly where I wanted him.