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         Needless to say, two rare rings

found their way onto the nightstands as two very eager lovers decided to relax

and enjoy each other's company in a non-feral way. They chose to be "normal"

this time around just in case someone from the hotel entered while there were

engaged. It would be easier to explain away their conduct as humans than it

would as anything else.

That didn't prohibit him from

making a few adjustments to his anatomy. It was amazing how much easier the

ring had made it. He was already missing it. But he persevered and made a

reasonable sized cock with the ability to knot. He wasn't going to get stupid

about it, even if she wanted it.

They locked their rooms as tightly

as they could, just in case. Edward even moved a rather heavy dresser in front

of the outside doors. It wouldn't keep out the most determined werewolf, but it

would give them a moment's warning. So they were able to relax at least a little.

Maggie was for going all out.

Edward wanted to build up to things. She sighed and grabbed him around his

neck, kissing him soundly. "I'll go along with it for now. But don't you dare

bore me!"

"Oh I'll bore you all right. I'll

bore you right between the legs."

She giggled in that girlish way

that suggested she was emotionally younger than she really was. It more than

matched her present human body. It always made him a little nervous when he put

his mind to it, so he didn't bother any more. There was no point. She had

proved herself to be his match, and more often, to be superior to his intellect.

She could handle herself in many different situations.

He kissed her lips and worked down

her neck to her chest. Her breasts were still developing, and if her aging was

anything like Verona's, she was going to be at this stage for a long time. He

was getting used to it. She was a tough little scrapper, and since she could

handle him in all his phases, what more could he ask for?

He worked his fingers into her wet

hole as he ran his tongue along her side, across her belly and back up to her

chest. It was nice being able to be a bit more normal once in a while. He

licked her nipples and then moved back down to her belly. His fingers were

working up her insides, and she was clamping down on his digits with an iron

grip.

She couldn't help but tease him a

little and therefore changed her crotch to something a bit more feral. His

fingers curled up inside as he searched for that perfect spot. She clamped down

again, showing him who was boss. He ignored her and kept right on playing.

She finally gave up and eased back

against the bed, allowing him his fun. It wasn't all bad, but she was an

impatient lover, wanting to get to the heart of the matter sooner rather than

later. This slow and methodical stuff was going to kill her!

Of course, his tongue was nice. And

when it went down to her crotch, she made sure to enhance all of her nerve

endings.  His second and third licks sent

fire through her veins! The fourth and she was blind with lust. Her claws (they

had grown uncalled upon by her consciousness) dug into his scalp.

He ignored the pain, knowing that

he'd heal soon enough. He worked over her damp hole like a starving man eats

his first meal in weeks. He rolled up his tongue, and since she had cheated, so

did he. He created a long wolf tongue and stuck it up inside her. He went into

a frenzy of internal licks until she screamed for him to stop. He didn't. Her

claws dug into his scalp until they hit his skull. He managed to fight back the

pain, turning it into pleasure. Werewolf's were sort of weird like that. No

wonder she liked things rough. With the flick of an internal switch you could

turn anything into pleasure.

He only stopped when he noticed

that she was turning feral. It had to be a natural reaction, because she seemed

like she was too out of it to be doing it on purpose. Oh well, sex with a werewolf

it was. It was as close to bestiality he figured he would ever get, before

remembering the wolves back in New York. Maybe he had done more than he

remembered. He might have to go back and check it out.

As it was, he climbed up and nailed

her with a single stroke. She was wet and slippery ,being so ready for him she

would never have been able to put it into words. Her howl said it all. He drove

it in and knotted it up in one fluid motion. They were stuck together nice and

tight. He intended to make it last for quite a while.

Her fur, while looking dark and

forbidding, was soft and luxurious. He ran his hands through it, from her neck

to her crotch. He arranged her legs to avoid getting nailed by those wicked

claws. His head was already healing, but he didn't feel like going through it

any more than that which wasn't avoidable. Prevention was definitely worth a

pound of cure!

He was sitting on top of her tail,

and it was again lashing like a cat's as he ground his hips into her pelvis.  She was wearing a smile, though in this form

it was hard to tell how much of one. Her hands kept changing from normal to

feral. They finally stopped somewhere halfway. She put them around his neck

again, and he prepared for pain. But she pulled herself up and changing her

face ever so slightly, gave him a lick and then a kiss.

"You know father, I think I could

get into world traveling. I might have to find a few more rich bad guys to bump

off!"

"I might just let you little one.

But we still have things to worry about, so why not forget about them for now?'

"Oh I have. I was thinking about

us, and this. This isn't so bad, is it?"

"No, no its not." And it wasn't. He

was still worrying about a possible intrusion into their privacy, but it never

materialized. So for the next three hours they tested the limits of the bed,

and of themselves. He eventually dropped the knot in favor of being able to do long

strokes. Of course, where he took mass from the knot, he added it elsewhere. Since

there were no complaints, he took the silence as assent.

The head of his cock was now noticeably

larger, and it seemed to be doing a great job in rubbing her the right way.  It was driving him crazy too. It was big

enough that he was pretty sure it wouldn't have fit in there from the outside.  Pulling back he found he was correct. He was

stuck in a different way.

She opened her eyes and gave him a

wink. "I felt what you did there. You keep this up and I'll never let you bed

Verona again."

"You make that sound like a bad

thing."

She gave him a wink. "No, but you can't

ignore her either. She needs you as much as I do."

He pushed the idea out of his head

for the moment. Verona was nice, but his heart was Maggie's. And so was

everything else at the moment.  He drove

it home for another hour, coming in a grand finale of convulsing bodies and

creaking wood.  The bed groaned as he

finished so violently he thought she was surely going to be hurting. It never

happened. She came, and when it was over, lay there with a smile on her face.  When they finally fell asleep, it was a deep

and comforting unconsciousness that lasted well into late morning.

They stayed in Rome for a few more

days, largely waiting for the cardinal to make an appearance. His lack of

enthusiasm in searching for them made Edward nervous. It was almost as if he

were taking his loss all too easily. Each passing daymade him more nervous.  It wasn't that he and Maggie couldn't take

care of themselves. He simply didn't want to wreck this nice hotel during their

predictably destructive engagement.

One day though, Maggie had enough

waiting. "I have an errand I want to run. I don't know how long I'll be, so if

I were you I'd assume that it'll take all day. I want you to buy a car, something

that will blend in with our surroundings and get us to where we are going in

France. Got it?"

"Got it!"

She went off, carrying a long

portfolio tube, and he went down to talk with the concierge. Edward told him

what he was looking for, and he gave him several ideas. He made a few calls,

including one for a taxi, eventually being whisked away to a little out of the

way place that catered to the discriminating eye.

She actually got back to the hotel

before he did. He pulled up and the doorman had someone park his new ride.  He had thought that he had looked pleased, but

she looked like the cat that got the mouse.  He remarked on it. "It looks like someone had

a good day!"

She was all over herself with

excitement. "Oh, you had better believe it."

Such enthusiasm was normally

reserved for killing; either before the attack or after the fact. She was

clean, and not disheveled, so he was left wondering what the source of her glee

was. He had a feeling she was going to make him drag it out of her.

"So father, what kind of car did

you buy us? Hopefully nothing expensive and showy! We're trying to keep a low

profile remember."

"Oh, I think you'll like it. It's a

local make, and I bought a used one so that you didn't think I was being

wasteful with your money."

"Our money! And I'm sure I'll like

whatever you got. So do you want to know my news?"

"With the way you're acting, you

had better believe it!"

"I dropped in on someone today."

He immediately went on his guard.

"You didn't try taking on Cardinal Medici alone did you?"

She smiled and wiggled some more.

"Yes and no."

"Explain..."

"Remember the papal bulla?"

"Yeah. Is that what you took with

you today?"

"Yep! I figured there might be

someone who would be interested in seeing it."

"An antique dealer? A book

collector?"

"No! They would never accept

anything like that. No, I took it to the one man I figured would be interested

in having it."

"I give up. Who?"

She wrinkled her face in that look

that said, I pulled a big coup.  "Do you know who Jorge Bergoglio is?"

"Can't say that I do."

"Most people won't recognize the

name either, even if they know the man."

"And he is..." She was getting good

at getting under his skin.

"The present pope."

He was floored. "Oh shit! How did

you get in to see him?"

"How else? An open window. He's a

very sweet man. He even cancelled a couple of his appointments to talk with me.

I told him all about the bulla, and of course handed it to him.  He was very surprised, and even more so when

I told him from where I retrieved it. He had never heard of Cardinal Medici, nor

did he know anything about those underground chambers. Before I left, he had priests

running in and out like it was a fire sale on halos. I think I disrupted the

whole structure of the church today."

"Mags, it's a wonder someone didn't

try shooting you!"

"The pope is a nice fellow. Did you

know he's from Argentina? I thought popes had to be old white guys from Europe.

He's seems like a man of his word."

"Why, what did he tell you he was

going to do?"

"Investigate. I even managed to

find the door leading to the dungeon again, and he was there with like twenty

cardinals and clerics, plus a few guys in dark suits. They finally rounded up

the man with the keys and he looked like he was going to pass out."

"What happened after that?" This

was getting good.

"I left. I figured I'd let them

handle Cardinal Me-dorki. I have a feeling that he is going to be busy

answering an awful lot of questions for a very long time."

"Did you tell them he was a

werewolf?"

"Hell no! Then they would have

never taken me seriously unless I changed in front of them. I just made up a

story about being kidnapped and escaping. The bulla was my evidence. So now,

with any luck, the pope will dismantle this stupid league, or whatever it is,

and we can live slightly more normal lives."

"That's a sweet thought, so I'll go

with it for now. "

"What? Do you think he'll come

after us?"

"Maggie, if someone took your

life's work and trashed it, what would you do?"

"But he'll be busy dealing with the

pope!"

I loved the girl, but there were

times when her lack of experience was a real detriment. On the other hand, I

didn't figure we were ever going to be getting out of this scot-free. What I

really needed to know was more about the rings. The boxes didn't mean a whole

lot. The one we opened had a ring in it, but the leather envelopes were packed

in snugly. Shaking them like there were Christmas presents wasn't going to

work. I mean, did the cardinal have a ring of his own? He may have gotten one

of these boxes open. Or did he have a ring that had lost its box? There were

too many questions.

On the other hand, what could he

do? If he was invulnerable and so were we, any battle we had was going to be a

stalemate. So it was a game of poker and a game of chess combined. The trick

was going to be getting out of Italy without him knowing. I had a feeling that

leaving now was going to be better than waiting. If he was occupied with the

pope, then we had the advantage. It was going to be a smart thing to take that

to heart. We might have already wasted precious time.

"Maybe he will, but if being a

werewolf is more important to him than his religious position, then yes, he

will come after us. And he will have a lot of advantages. He is older, more

educated, and more experienced."

She frowned. "I didn't think of

that. I guess we had better get packed."

Several hours later we were at the

front desk. Someone brought the car around. Maggie looked at it, then at me.

"Really? This?"

"Don't you like it?"

"It's not the Rover, but I suppose

it's...cute."

It was a red, 1958 Alfa Romeo Giulietta

Veloce Spider. The little two door convertible was completely restored. He had

even talked the seller into allowing him to have it with the present license plates.

That was good, because he would never have been able to validate it in getting

new ones. He told the previous owner he were going to France and would get

French plates once he was there. He was believed but of course, he had paid

over the asking price. That helped.

They packed their few belongings

into the trunk, which is incredible considering they came to the hotel with

essentially nothing.  He had maps that

the hotel got for them, because a GPS unit was going to be in Italian. The last

time he checked he didn't speak Italian. Then again, he didn't speak French, so

this trip was going to prove to be interesting when they had to stop. The journey

was going to take around fourteen hours, so stops were going to be inevitable.

He headed off, working his way out

of Rome and traveling northwest towards the border with France. The trip was

lovely, and while the car did get them noticed, all the admirers seemed more interested

in the car than in them. It was a sweet little number, and while he could have

gone with something more modern and faster, he really couldn't speed without

attracting notice. Besides he had a feeling he could unload this little guy in

France much easier than many other vehicles. 

They might need cash before they moved on to Russia. If they moved on to

Russia. That was in the future.

The trip was, rather unexpectedly,

without incident. The only layover was about two thirds of the way to their

destination. They had left late enough in the day that they were never going to

make it to da Vinci's tomb by nightfall. So they looked for a place to stay,

and failing at that, pulled into an old abandoned farmhouse that was in a sad

state of disrepair.

They had food, a parting gift from

the hotel, and if they transformed, they would hardly need the finer things

like beds or blankets. A werewolf in feral form had thick fur and didn't much

care about things like chilly night air or darkness.

He pulled the car around the back

and they crawled through a hole in the wall and settled down inside. It was nearly

dark, but with their enhanced vision, the dim light was more than enough.  The place was empty, with the exception of the

presence of a few wild animals and birds. It wasn't romantic, yet it was so far

from any other person that for them, it was ideal. There were no worries to be

had, and that was a blessing.

After their meal, they stripped and

transformed; him into a small, normal sized wolf, and she in her slightly

smaller version of the same. She was happily surprised, as he had not let on to

this aspect of his new abilities.

"Nice! I like extremes, but there

is nothing wrong with a little size compatibility. What say we take a little

time and go romp in the meadows?"

The idea was appealing. Being on

edge in the hotel had been a bit like being in a gilded prison. It was nice,

but always left them wondering if someone was going to ruin it all. The feeling

had hung over their heads for days. Here, in the middle of nowhere, they could

be who and what they wanted to be.

They were both in the mood for

intimacy, but they opted to follow their noses and their instincts instead. There was a lovely moon in the dark, star-studded sky. THis was yet another foreign country, and one which they could explore on several

levels while they were here. As ferals they could run amok, scaring the sheep

and maybe even a local or two. It might prove fun. And since they both had

their rings, they could come out of it none the worse than if they were playing

it safe.

It was about twenty miles from the

abandoned farmhouse that they first ran into something akin to trouble.  It turned into a situation that neither of

them was expecting, though there was no real reason for their obtuse lack of

foreknowledge. After all, Edward's family tree had roots back to here, even if

it had been a long time ago.

They ran into a pack of wolves. In

America, they would have encountered them in the wild pretty much only in

national parks. Here in France, it was startling to say the least. The only

ones more upset by the meeting were the locals. Hairs bristled and fangs were

bared. Edward kept his cool and exerted his full range of pheromones. The pack suddenly went silent and sat down, looking attentive.

Except for two that is.

A pair of wolves came forward. It

was immediately obvious that they did not belong. It wasn't the fur or the

teeth, nor the tails or overall size. It was the glowing red eyes. And the

smell. On the other paw, their noses were sniffing the air eagerly. Their tails

began wagging so fast they became a blur.

"Who are you?" asked Maggie in wolf-tongue. The

excitement in her voice was palpable.

"Who are you?" came back the retort

in wolf-speak.

"My name is Maggie. This is

Edward." She opted now to refrain from saying he was her father. It seemed to

be an easy fact to establish that they weren't related.

The one wolf looked to the other.

"It's not possible."

Maggie reverted to her scariest

looking form. "What's not possible?"

The other two mimicked her change,

looking more fearsome.  Edward wasn't up

for playing games. He could tell already that these other two were young; maybe

not as young a Maggie, but nonetheless immature. And he had too much on his

mind to be out here playing let's see who

can bluff the best.

He transformed. He went from a mere

normal looking wolf to a massive, feral, hulking creature that was perfectly suitable

as a stand-in for the Devil's nightmares. His eyes went blood red, and his

voice became a clap of thunder mixed with the howl of a hurricane. "Enough! You

know who we are. Who are you?"

One wolf wet all over the ground

while the other covered its ears. Belatedly, Edward realized that his growl had

probably been heard miles away across the rolling countryside. Oh well, there

was little he could do now.

"Don't hurt us!" They cried in

unison.

He morphed back down to his normal

size. "I have no intention of it. But I will not sit outside and play games

with children. So either shut up and leave or tell us who you are." He almost

felt sorry for losing his patience. It was probably a pretty rare thing for

them to find others of the kind. But he was impatient. Anything new was

beginning to alarm him more and more. For that matter, they might even be in

the employ of the cardinal. He hated being suspicious, but the fact was, the

deeper he got into this mess, the more he was going to be wary.

They looked up to see him back to

normal. They glanced at one another and exchanged looks of incredulity. "I am Emile,

and this is my sister Corinne. But who are you? I mean really, who are you?

Your accent, even for a wolf, is strange."

"We are from America, just now

having left Italy."

They glanced at each other again.

"Italy? You are not with the hunters are you?"

He sucked in a breath. If they knew

of the hunters, then perhaps they were being persecuted too. He doubted they

knew anything about rings, but he didn't know what to think anymore. "No, we

are not with the werewolf hunters. In fact, thanks to Maggie here, they might

even be a thing of the past now."

They looked at each other and

shrugged. "We don't know what you're talking about. We mean the men with guns

and nets and traps."

That was something new. They

finally figured it out as there being two opposing groups, those trying to save

the wolves and those trying to eliminate them. It seems the presence of wolves

in France was a relatively new occurrence. That explained a little, but not

what was going on with these two of the kind. 

They invited them back to the farmhouse, and they followed willingly,

chattering the whole distance.

Once back at the house, they

transformed, but only for a few minutes. It was funny to find out that as

wolves they could communicate, but as humans it wasn't so easy. He and Maggie

knew English, and the siblings spoke French. Edward had never considered that

before. It was very strange. So everyone sat around as a miniature pack of

wolves. It would have made an odd sight to be sure. Edward's presence dominated

the conversation. "I know you're curious about us, but I am going to have to

insist that you go first with your story. If I find I have reason to trust you,

then maybe I will tell you a little more about why we're here."

Emile would have shrugged if his

wolf form would have allowed it. "We are on our own. We are twins, and when we

became the oddities you see here, we were thrown out of the house. Since then we

learned to survive like this, we never looked back. We took up with these real

wolves, and they have been our family ever since. We didn't know there were

others like us. We figured it was some sort of curse."

Maggie growled with laughter.

"Curse? Sometimes. But lately it has been a little more tolerable. Edward is

both my adoptive father and my..."

His growl cut her off. "...he's my

friend and confidant. We have discovered some things about our past and we are

here to search for more answers."

Corrine was wagging her tail,

stirring up little clouds of dust. "This is so cool! How many of us are there

out there in the world?"

Edward, who was still nervous about

these two, couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "We don't know for sure.

A few, and not all good. So I would suggest you'd better be on your guard after

this."

"We are always on our guard. But

unlike our friends in the pack, we can change to our original forms."

He had noticed their original forms

during their brief reversion earlier. Emile was a fine sculpted specimen of

young manhood, and his sister was equally lovely to look at, with flowing black

hair. They looked to be around seventeen but he knew that their ages were

probably older. Of them all, he was the only one likely showing a physical

appearance equal to his actual physical age.

 "You mentioned other hunters?"

"Yes. These wolves are part of a

pack that moved in from Italy some twenty years ago. Of course, our borders

mean nothing to them. But the locals are upset because we all must eat, and

then animals die."

"Like humans?"

They looked abashed. "Yes, for us.

We never want to get our friends in trouble, so we find the unwanteds and kill

them. They can be content with sheep and goats."

"Unwanteds?"

"Gypsies. Thieves. Killers. People whose

deaths do not prompt much interest or action."

Camiile looked pitiful. "It's not

our fault. We can't seem to eat normal food. We've tried."

"I know. There might be a way

around it, but I don't know if it's permanent or not."

"We would do anything to be able to

be normal again!"

He spoke softly and kindly. "I didn't

say you could go back to being normal.  But we are working with something right now

that seems to make life better for us as werewolves."

"You mean loup-garous," said

Corinne.

"I know it as rougarou."

Emile cocked his head. "Rougarou;

yes that is another term for us. Some say we are nothing more than killing beasts.

But we have feelings to. It's hard when your only friends have four legs. Only the

wolves seem to understand our predicament."

Maggie popped into the conversation

with a start. "I know! Why don't you come with us? We'll treat you like equals,

and then you'll have some company."

Edward was less than pleased, but

he said nothing. Their car as perfectly sized  for two, but not for more than that. Maybe he

would come up with a better idea come morning. So for the night, they called it

quits. Still, he kept one eye open all night. He was suddenly the impromptu father

to three werewolves, and he found it made him uneasy.