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8

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The beleaguered lycan snarled as he stepped slowly towards the shack located about one hundred seventy five yards from the coast. It had only been luck that when he was knocked over the side of the cliff that he was only a little over a mile south of the place. He'd purposely set the place up to keep track of those he'd turned. Then that damnable witch showed up along with Blake. After he'd had the area spelled to jinx the old broad, he was pleased she was out of commission for a bit.

The problem was she brought her Grandson in to assist. He slammed the door open and gritted his teeth knowing full well he had to deal with someone else.

"Well look who's back?" the condescending voice chirped noting the condition of the lycan. He could smell the burnt fur and see where the flesh was still healing. "Someone underestimated that young 'Red Cape' warlock I see," dry disdain evident in his voice.

"Shut the fuck up," the lycan growled kicking the chair that held the tied up captive in place. The kick knocked the chair backwards. It was only happenstance that the chair was so near the wall that it prevented them from toppling fully backwards.

The lycan reached for a piece of dried venison and chomped down on it. He chewed it twice and then swallowed before answering, "He wasn't alone."

The person stopped trying to upright themselves and stared directly at the 'were' before bursting into laughter realizing whom he meant. "Oh ho! You didn't count on that either did you?"

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" the lycan roared in his captive's face sending spittle and bits of chewed dried food out flecking and covering the person.

The 'were' was quiet for a long while pacing back and forth in the single room, his captive giving side glances and waiting. The ropes that held them were spelled by some devious old warlock or witch. They were designed to prevent escape. No spelling something to cut them, no transport spell, no nothing. Whomever designed them was not someone to be lightly dealt with and how the lycan acquired them brought a lot of questions to mind.

"Who was there?" his captive asked with a smirk.

The dark brown 'were' turned and sneered, "Blake, the child and that 'whelp' I turned, as well as turning his brother, nearing two years ago. I don't know how they eluded my power but I will find out." He began pacing the floor again pondering his next move.

Without changing his pace he spoke, "You will provide assistance again."

"NO!" his captive said firmly.

The lycan stopped in mid stride and approached their captive, "I SAID," He growled warningly, "YOU WILL provide more assistance and magic."

The person looked defiantly into the lycan's eyes, "NO!"

"Do it or I will change you and let you lose your mind," as a large evil grin spread across the lycan's muzzle.

"FUCK YOU!" the person spat forward sending a wad of mucous into the 'were' muzzle.

What happened next was instantaneous, any humanity in the lycan left as his anger flowed. He had given them a choice and they refused him. They were weaker and unworthy, like all before him. As he tried to tell others before; Lycans were the true masters of all!

His eyes grew black as night before launching forward. He bit down on his captive's neck, drawing flesh and blood from the wound. As the bite took hold, saliva poured into the wound as flesh ripped asunder. The virus launched forward and due to the amount, the ferocity of the bite and the nature of the Alpha before him, the change began immediately.

Normally the lycan enjoyed watching a slow change in his prey. It was more enjoyable watching them try to figure out what was happening and then realizing it after the first change. These types of bites would cause instantaneous changes. His saliva flowed with what was considered 'vile' by many in the lycan community. A condemning bite that, if allowed to happen, would cause a flow of feral DNA reverting all who lived into mindless beasts of the past.

The lycan had used it before, mostly in Eastern European countries after he was forced out and had to leave. However, people were to numerous and yet remembered many of the old stories so took precautions. He returned to the US knowing full well that Americans were less likely to believe stories of the past, thinking them nothing more than tall tales, and thus making them excellent fodder for his plans. He already had a small pack of five who were beyond the help of those accursed 'Red Capes' and only lived to serve him. He would let them loose when the time came.

However, he was through with this pitiful creature. It and all its' kind needed to be wiped from the map or made to serve. The change that started didn't last as the lycan bit down again into the festering wound. The last thing that was heard was a sickening crunch of a neck snapping at the base of the skull. The only thing going for the captive was that at least their death was instantaneous.

The lycan pulled back from his kill realizing he'd lost the assistance he had garnered through trickery. He had allowed his baser instincts to take control and now he was without. He grabbed the captive, chair and all and hauled them out to the jetty and to the lot into the outgoing tides. The rips should take care of them and wash them out to sea. Turning back towards the cabin, he shifted again into his human form and walked back inside to heal and plan.

The body began to glow and turn to bluish vapour. The ropes passed through it and, as the chair finally hit the water below, nothing remained but it and ropes. The lycan was none the wiser about what he'd done or how it might come back to bite him as well.

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We pulled up to Gran's place around 815. She was standing at the backdoor, with a deep look of concern, when Kyle came driving up in Blake's truck and parking it next to his own.

I can say this... Blake is one heavy damn lycan! I was glad that Kyle was with me. It took all the strength I had, even with my new enhanced abilities, just to drag Blake back to the truck. Once we were back we knew that he couldn't shift back to human. If he was going to keep healing, albeit slowly, then he'd have to stay in his lycan or wolf form. He would heal fastest in 'were' form. His earlier broken arm was complete normal now. Fortunately, he had a tarp over the back of the truck and being evening we weren't too worried about people seeing us.

Kyle shifted back to his human form to drive. He originally started to get into the truck and tear out when I reminded him that we'd put Blake in the back to hide him. He slapped his forehead and shifted. We both could hear Blake chuckling in the truck bed through the cracked back window glass. Kyle yelled "SHUT UP!" over his shoulder. It did nothing but set Blake off more.

Kyle had to drive naked because, as he'd told me, "I left all my clothes on the ground at your place," when I went to look for something for him to wear. I tried to stay focused on the road ahead of us because every time we'd hit a bump or rut Kyle's dick would flop around. The vibrations looked as if they were giving him a chubby.

"You ok?" I'd asked him once we got near the highway.

"No!" he panted.

"Well," focusing ahead and off his body and crotch, "We'll be on the highway soon so the drive will be smoother and won't make things so difficult."

"It's not the road," taking a deep breath and expelling it.

"What then?" I asked turning back to him and noticing that he was gripping the steering wheel like hell. It almost looked as if he was bending it, until I realized he was!

I moved closer, "Kyle?"

He shifted his eyes briefly to me, "It's your smell. It's me... wanting to hold you. It's everything..." His eyes glowed briefly before exhaling.

I could tell he was trying to keep his wolf at bay.

Something inside of me told me what I needed to do. I moved closer to him and pulled his right arm over my body and leaned into his chest, "Breath and concentrate as you drive."

He shuddered for a moment and I feared I'd been wrong but suddenly there was a change in his body as he relaxed. The drive the rest of the way was uneventful.

Gran stood at the door looking out at us. "Are you going to get out and come inside?" she yelled.

Kyle hesitated.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You mean other than the fact that I'm naked?" he commented dryly, "Or the fact that Althea now knows I'm a wolf?" He had told me of running into the house and confronting Gran before rescuing us.

"She's not going to have an issue with it," I said. "I'll go get your shorts. I'm sure with the dew already on the ground that your other stuff is just as damp but at least the shorts will cover you."

I got out of the truck and ran around trying to grab his clothing and shoes.

"What are you doing? Are you all ok?" Gran yelled.

"I'm fine, Blake's got an injury and Kyle's naked," as I held up his shorts.

"THE SEVEN MUSES!" she yelled. "I don't give a shit that he's naked! I've seen more nude lycans over my years than I can count. Get Blake out of the truck and inside!"

"He's still in his lycan form," dropping Kyle's clothes off to her. I could see her throw them towards the washing machine.

Kyle had gotten out of the truck by this time as Blake leaned up and against the side of the truck bed. I went to go grab the backpacks and our cells. "Can you get Blake out by yourself?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just give me a second," as he spoke he shifted and took on his 'were' form. He moved over to the side of the truck and helped Blake.

"You know?" Blake observed with that wicked wolfish smile raking across his muzzle.

"Know what?" I asked pulling my head out the truck and looking over at the two of them.

"Kyle could have put on my pants for the drive home," the older 'were' observed.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, "You're right!" leaning back into the retrieve our stuff. I could have sworn I heard Kyle softly growl but it could have been the old truck.

*******

"BIG MOUTH!" Kyle softly mouthed at Blake.

"Horny pup!" Blake snickered. Blake reached up and wrapped his arm around Kyle's neck and leaned in, "You just want him to see you naked," making Kyle blush.

"Anything wrong with that?" Kyle murmured.

"Nope," Blake snorted. Both lycans stood there with Cheshire cat grins until Jesse came up with the backpacks and Blake's boots.

*******

"You two need my help?" I asked standing beside them both trying to figure out what part of me Blake could lean against while I had all the stuff.

"Nope, we're good," Blake said and he hobbled over to the backdoor with Kyle's help and I followed with the stuff.

Gran stood at the backdoor holding it open and I grabbed the screen and held it outward for them.

"Shift!" Gran said, "The both of you. I want to see Blake's wound in his human form. Not to mention both of you are two big to fit in the house at the moment." Kyle looked to protest, I think more of the fact that he would be naked around me again, but Blake shook his head. Both shifted at the same time and back to their human forms.

"Get him to the kitchen bench," directing them over to that direction. I grabbed Kyle's shorts just in case.

Gran waved her hand and the kitchen shimmered for a moment before all the shelves of our spell books and ingredients appeared. She plopped down in a chair that she'd spelled over near Blake's ankle.

"What happened?" she asked taking a good look at the wound.

"Aconite powder on a bear trap," Blake said looking up at Kyle with a smile. Kyle grimaced making the older lycan chuckle. "I told you that it was ok."

"This your doing?" Gran asked looking up at Kyle. He nodded, "Yes mam. I had set them because of that lycan that's been out there," lowering his head.

She looked at him in surprise. I was quite sure it was more for the fact that he knew how to create such a trap over knowing about the lycan given his own abilities being revealed to her earlier. "Well, pretty ingenious even if you caught the wrong wolf," she smiled up at Kyle.

"It's not too bad," she said after looking at it for a few minutes. "It's a strong type of aconite but powder's mostly been washed off by the weather of late. Only a little has gotten in you," directing her comments to Blake.

She looked back up to me, "Jesse," catching my attention from staring at Kyle.

"Yes Gran?" turning towards her.

"Get me the Digitalis powder and a bandage," pointing over to the shelves filled with various herbs and potions.

I grabbed the powder and a bandage from the first aide box by the backdoor. She took it from me and poured a little powder on the bandage. "Staying in your lycan form helped the healing. A little of this on it should help neutralize the effects of the aconite. You should be fine in the morning," as she applied the bandage.

Blake sat up after the bandage was in place, "Then I should be getting home," he said while trying to stand.

Gran pushed him back down. "You're not going anywhere tonight," she said firmly.

"Gord's going to be worried," Blake said as the backdoor opened again.

"I was and am," Gordon spoke walking over towards Blake and sitting down.

"What?" Blake asked turning back and forth between Gordon and Gran.

"After Kyle showed up here at the house frantic about Jesse, I called Gordon. We've both been waiting by the phone to hear from either one of you. I could feel Jesse the moment you were out of whatever problem was preventing you from contacting us. I've had a tracking spell on him from the moment he went out the door," she said. "I couldn't track him after you left the area around where we searched last time," she paused looking at me, "but as soon as he reappeared I was able to get a bead on him."

I frowned at her.

"Grouse all you want young man," staring me down, "You're my only Grandson and this was the first time you were dealing with a feral." I could see her choke up a little so I back peddled a bit of my indignation.

She turned back to Blake, "I called Gordon the moment I sensed you were on your way."

Focusing on Gordon, "He really needs to stay here overnight. He needs to scrub that infected area with soap and water and redress the wound. I have the lower guest room made ready. I reinforced the king bed in there while you all were on your way, spelling it steady so it'll hold a full lycan's weight and more."

Gran nodded towards Blake, "It'd be better if he slept the night in his lycan form after cleaning up and I know there's no way you can toddle him around your house without the help of another lycan."

Gordon nodded, "I'll keep him in this form and get him into the bath then and help him clean up. It'll be easier helping into the tub as a human."

"Huh?" Kyle asked, "Why can't Gordon just shift?"

Blake looked over to Kyle, "Gordon's not a lycan. He's human."

That brought a surprised look from both Kyle and I.

"I'm sure we all have questions," Gran said before snapping her left hand and making the cabinet open, "but right now, we all should get some dinner and some rest. I made venison stew. Now," pausing to catch all of our attentions, "Every one of you," as she point towards the bathrooms, "Get your hands washed and some clothes on you."

"What?" Blake laughed, "We can't be naked for dinner?" That earned him a smack to the back of head by Gordon. Kyle immediately moved in back of me. Again, realizing he was standing here naked, to hide behind me and wrapping his arms around my front.

Blake caught Kyle moving and snorted in laughter.

"Quit teasing the boy," Gran laughed along with him. "It's obvious he's not totally aware that lycans are generally always nude or as close to as possible because of their high metabolic rate."

"Is that why I feel like I need to wear as little or no clothing as possible?" Kyle asked. "Ever since it happened, I've been constantly warm or worse. I've taken to swimming down along the coast of a night just to cool down."

Blake laughed, "Uh huh, just to cool down from being too warm?" I could feel the heat from Kyle's body increase and knew he was blushing. Blake smirked and got elbowed by Gordon for teasing. "But to answer your question, yes," nodding to Kyle, "Pretty much kiddo. And you being an Alpha," he laughed again, "means it's just that much more and most likely why you're swimming so much to cool down."

"Besides other reasons," Blake murmured. Knowing full well we all could hear him. "If you're not going for runs, hunts or shifting frequently into either your wolf or lycan form, then it gets difficult. Have you gone and hunted in your wolf form?" Blake asked.

Kyle shook his head. "Well," Blake smiled, "then maybe we'll try in a day or so. It'll do you some good and I can teach you a few other things."

"Ok," Kyle said smiling.

"Wait?" Gran asked with surprise, "Kyle's an Alpha?" Blake smiled and Kyle nodded. Gran studied him hard for a moment. "Well, I'll be damned," she gasped.

"And we found out who Jesse's Alpha is as well," Blake added looking back to Kyle again making he and I both blush.

"By the Pendle witches!" Gran said laughing and giving me a smug look and watching Kyle's arms around me.

If my eyes could have yelled, then they would have been SCREAMING at Gran. I'm quite sure they were the size of dinner plates. She just chuckled.

"Alright," she said, "Gordon, take Blake into the guest room and you two get cleaned up and him some pants or shorts on."

"I've got our things in the car," as he got up to help Blake up, "I'll get them after I get him into the guest room and settled." He moved Blake through the kitchen into the living room over towards the guest room and shut the door.

She turned to Kyle and me...

"I'll just head on home," Kyle said looking towards the door. I tensed up and I'm sure Kyle could feel it.

"No Kyle," Gran spoke up looking at both of us, "I think you need to stay here tonight. You go upstairs with Jesse and get cleaned up. Then find and old pair of sweat pants or sweat shorts of his and change into them."

Kyle started to protest but she cut him off, "No buts," she said and pointed up the stairway off the kitchen.

He went first and I followed. I turned back to look at Gran, "Go," she said with a loving smile.

I followed him up the stairs to my room. He went to open the door but I'd been spelling it shut since I was a kid, "Hold on," I said then waved my hand across the doorknob. He tried it again and we went inside.

I closed the door, waved my hand over the door to mute any noise or talking then went and sat down on the bed. He remained leaning against the closed door.

I had my head down looking at the floor but I could sense him looking at me. "Why," I paused taking a breath, "Why did you want to leave and go home?"

I could hear Kyle take a deep breath as well. Without looking up, I watched his feet and legs cross the room as he sat down on the bed beside me.

"I didn't. I don't." He said with resignation.

"Then why did you say you did?" bringing my head up and following his stunning body towards, what I could now see were misty, eyes.

"You're a private person Jesse. You always have been. You worry about what others will think or say when you shouldn't. I understand because I've known you all my life. I didn't want to force even more pressure on you after all we've found out this evening. Hell, what you found out about me," as he shrugged his shoulders.

He fell back on the bed and put his left hand over his eyes, "God!" he gasped, "This is so difficult. What I dreamed about being the perfect moment has turned into something out of a nightmare."

"It doesn't mean I want you to leave," I mumbled.

"You don't?" he asked as I turned to see him peek through his hand. I shook my head, scooted up the bed to slip in and under his right arm.

"No," I said reaching over to run my hand over his smooth chest, "I don't."

I could feel him tense up. It wasn't out of fear but of desire.

"Kyle?" I asked getting his attention.

"Yeah?" he breathed.

"Do you really love me like you said you do or is it just the wolf speaking?" my question poured out.

He pulled me close and sniffed deeply into my hair. "It's both," he said. "I've been in love with you so very long. I think it was because of that reason my 'wolf' knew that you were always the one."

I looked up and met his eyes. "Kyle?" I asked again. "Yeah Jess?" as his breath grew deeper.

"Will you kiss me aga...?" my voice was silenced as his lips met mine. It was as if life itself flowed between the two of us. His breath, my breath, they were one and the same. I could feel little hairs push up on his body and his face push out slightly but not much more; just enough to allow part of his wolf free and express its' desires as well.

I had to pull back and breathe and as I did I heard a soft, sexy growl emit from his throat. It made me giggle.

"You think that's funny huh?" he said turning and leaning over me.

"WHOA!" I gasped looking down and seeing his body softly covered in silver black hair that crept down his chest to the now pulsing sheath that showed a bit of pinkish/red tip. It looked bigger than when he was a normal human. The hair was lined from his chest down a treasure trail to his groin. His upper body, around his shoulders and arms, showed some hair but it was very short and fine. His legs were hairier though but still humanoid and not fully lycan.

Kyle looked down where my eyes met, "WOW!" My eyes met his questioning. "That's never happened before," he stated looking down. "I mean," taking it all in again, "I've never only changed to just this far and not gone into full 'were' mode."

I moved my hand down his chest and felt the fur/hair. It was soft and comforting. His nipples were still visible and erect. I kept following it down and it made him sit up and straddle my stomach. I was able to let my hands travel further down his body until I reached his crotch and sheath.

I could hear him softly hum in pleasure. I stopped moving my hand catching his eyes looking at mine.

"Is it ok?" I asked.

"It's yours to do with what you will. It always has been and always will be," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

I moved my hand to his sheath and stroked it softly before reaching towards his soft fur covered balls. The entire area looked canine/wolf-like and it thrilled an inner part of me that I realized I now had acquired. I could only fit one ball in my hand, they were so big. I moved my hand back up his sheath and ran my fingers softly up. It caused more of his cock to expose itself. It was definitely canid in appearance but didn't freak me out in the least bit. I could see small drips at the tip.

Kyle panted, "Jess!"

"Yeah?" still mesmerized with what was before me.

"If you keep that up we might not make it downstairs. I want to take our time and we're expected for dinner. Plus I have a feeling that I might be really loud," I could see him try and gain control.

I reached up and swiped my finger across the tip and scooped up some of what he was dripping. He watched me closely as I moved my finger to my mouth and suckled it. It wasn't what I expected. It was rather sweet. Sure, there was the taste of human cum... Yeah, I've tasted myself. I'm gay, not dead!... But still, there was a spicy sweetness that made me want to dive forward.

I could hear Kyle rumble deep within his chest before he swung his body down and took my lips again. His kisses were like fire to me and I found myself pulling my shirt over my head as he ripped my pants off me. He looked down at my own nakedness for the first time.

I wasn't very special. I was only seven inches when fully aroused. Compared to Kyle I was tiny. He leaned down and ran a quick lick up my balls and up my length taking in a bit of 'pre' that I'd dripped out. I let out a gasp that was soon muted by his mouth and wolfish tongue encircling my own normal one. We were soon rutting back and forth against each other again.

I found myself thrusting up and against his sheath and soon his fully exposed cock. It was almost thirteen inches and the knot hadn't even been exposed yet. I felt little tingles in my groin and around my ass as we both kept it up.

"I want you so bad," he panted in my ear.

"I do too," I gasped, "but I'm really, really close." I could feel my own cock and balls draw up and rub roughly against his. Kyle grabbed me closer and I could feel his knot exposed and against my dick. My lower body throbbed with ecstasy and I could feel my dick swell further. I could feel the pressure from the base upwards as I started to blow against Kyle and that set him off with muffled howl.

"KYLE!" I gasped and my eyes flew open before a slight pain hit in my mouth. It was just a small tweak but with my gasp my mind flipped and I found myself biting down on his shoulder. I blew up across his chest and he blew all over me.

*******

Jesse was panting heavily. I didn't know how much longer I was going to hold out when I felt something different with his cock against my own. One moment warm and then extremely HOT! The temperature changed that drastically.

He had just told me he was close as I felt his balls draw upwards. They bumped my knot and I gasped inward. Jesse gasped my named, "KYLE!" and thrust hard against me and his eyes flew wide.

They glowed. A soft bluish tint fringed with gold. His thrust triggered my own explosion. I caught myself and tried to stop a deep howl when suddenly he bit down on my shoulder. I could feel little pinpricks in my shoulder that made me quiver and shake. The feeling then making me gasp more and blow. I couldn't hold back and howled as quietly as I could.

*******

It took us both a couple of minutes to get our breathing under control. I was still panting into Kyle's shoulder through my open mouth when I realized that I'd bitten down. I was slightly embarrassed but still immensely turned on. I pulled back to see four little spots through the short soft hair. Soon, little drops of blood appear. Not much, like that of a pinprick used to test blood type.

As I gasped from the sight of it, my lips pulled in tight and then were 'nipped'. "OUCH!" I said grabbing for my mouth at the slight pain. My fingers touched my lips and hit my teeth.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yelped.

That broke Kyle out his 'moment' and caused him to look down at me. My hand was still covering my mouth.

Kyle winced at his shoulder and put his hand up to it and drew back little drops of blood. "Jess?" he asked. My eyes were still wide at the realization. I pulled my hand back.

"HOLY SHIT!" he gasped, "YOU HAVE SHORT LITTLE WOLF FANGS!"

It was true. All four canines now had points.

Suddenly I could feel my dick throb again, and I realized that I was having another orgasm. "OH!" I gasped and thrust upwards against Kyle's cock and knot making him shudder as well. I blew more cum between us.

I could only lie there with his arms around me and pant. My orgasm made him look down.

"WELL, I'LL BE DAMNED!" he nearly shouted making me look down as well. I, in the throes of orgasm, had developed my own sheath and fur covered balls. My cock was out and looked more human but still with canine features. The tip looked a little more pointed as cum rolled down it and down the shaft to what appeared to be a smaller version of a wolf's knot. It was there. It was visible but not as large or pronounced in size, but it was still a knot.

Kyle pushed his knot against mine and I gasped out loud, shuddering again. It made my cock pulse out more cum. He got this smirk on his face like the 'cat that ate the canary'. I moved my hand back to my mouth to muffle the gasp. The room had been spelled to hide any and all noise now but the fact that I was making these noises from Kyle's ministrations made me blush.

"Well," he chuckled, "It looks like I have my very own little wolf boy thanks to that spell fuck up."

He leaned down and pulled my hand away before thrusting our knots together again. I let out a little "OH!" and shuddered more. He let out a rumble in his chest.

"MINE!" he growled, "ALL MINE!" before taking my lips again.