Sheriff Cooper groaned in his patrol car after hearing his station dispatcher called his private number to relay a message that could not be broadcast open channel.
“Are you sure,” Sheriff Cooper speaking; “Not a code W?”
“It’s what was relayed from the elder council sir,” the dispatcher responding; “Were-Alert.”
“Oh great,” Sheriff Copper groaning; “mobilize all the deputies that are were’s, contact them privately. No open channels until we get a secure line made available. I’ll head to the council building to get the particulars.”
“Sir,” the dispatcher speaking; “there is more. Julie Stovall has gone rogue and has committed murder.”
“Oh this is just fucking lovely,” Sheriff Copper swearing; “get a BOLO* out to the state police and give Seattle P.D a heads up. Give them Julie Stovall’s description; with luck we can spin this without making it look like we are a bunch of idiots with badges.”
The sheriff disconnects the call from his cell phone before the dispatcher could continue to ruin his day. Turning his cruiser around, Sheriff Cooper races to elder council building.
“Why is it always wer-mers,” Sheriff Copper laments; “that are giving me a migraine?”
Sheriff Cooper turning on his lights and sirens, races past a set of lights and then making a sharp left; he grumbles as he blows past a four way stop.
“First my cousin Alyssa,” Sheriff Cooper grouses; “now Julie Stovall. And to add insult to injury, I’m all out of Aspirin. I’m about ready to chuck this job.”
*****
Evan and Maggie Lawson were lying in bed; each with big dopey grins on their maws. Maggie’s vaginal lips stretched and leaking Evan’s cum; while Evan’s member was flaccid and on full display. On the night stand was a scroll a runner had brought over from the Elder Council; detailing the Council’s request to have Spencer present during Julie Stovall’s statue 1A. It was the only interruption both Lawson’s had to deal with since they began rutting; mating with each other, because both want to have another child. With Evan a black furred werewolf and his wife Maggie a black furred were-panther/feline hybrid; neither would know if their second child would be a cub, pup or like their daughter Spencer a hybrid.
Lying bed, Evan turns over to stare at his wife; “do you want to go another round?”
“You’re that eager to knock me up,” Maggie purring; “aren’t you?”
“I don’t hear you complaining love,” Evan slowly shifting to be on top of his wife for what seemed like the twentieth time already; “and besides, if I recall this was your idea.”
“So it is,” Maggie purrs as she feels her husband’s lupine member fill her canal again; “and it would be waste to ruin the perfectly good wood you got in me.”
“Yes it would,” Evan growling as he starts to thrust in and out; rhythmically gyrating his hips, eager to get his top knot lock in his wife.
“One more round love,” Maggie gasping as she feels her climax building; “then we should get some breakfast.”
“I got your breakfast right here,” Evan grunting as his knot locks him and Maggie together.
Increasing his speed and tempo; Maggie instinctively wraps her legs around Evan, eager to keep him in her. Breathing hard, she feels her orgasm reaching it crescendo. Building, and building; on the cusp but not bursting forth. Bucking her hips, Maggie nearly screams in frustration before she feels Evan twitch and his deposit shoot into her; her body sensing the release, reacts by clamping down and milking the werewolf shaft. Maggie exploding in a mind bending orgasm she just screams, as Evan howls in delight for filling his mate yet again
“Oh god ohgodohgod oh god!” Maggie screams as she feels the most intense orgasm she has felt in a long time. Lying there in complete bliss, her body continues to shudder and pulse in orgasmic joy; her reproductive organs kicking in. Expelling an egg from one of her ovaries; the seed that Evan has already filled Maggie with immediately surrounds the ovum, each pushing to be the one that fertilizes it with is genetic code.
Collapsing on top of his wife in shear bliss; Evan’s eyes flutter as he tries to stay awake. Not wanting to crush his wife, he manages to roll them both, so Maggie is the were on top.
“You know,” Maggie still in the throes of her orgasm; “I think that did it. I think you quenched my heat.”
“Want to get up for breakfast now,” Evan wrapping his meaty paws around Maggie, hugging her intently.
“Let’s wait until your knot deflates,” Maggie yawns; “or when we wake up again.”
“Sure Maggie,” Evan drifting off; “we’ll have… a short… nap.
Both rutting were’s pass out in a state of bliss; entwined and stuck together as Evan’s knot is keeping his seed from spilling out of Maggie. Both unaware of either’s phone buzzing with a message stating Were-Alert.
*******
At Moon Lake high the school was rumbling with rumors; all involving Julie Stovall and her having to answer to the Elder Council. No-one aware that minutes earlier; Julie Stovall escaped the council building, committing murder in the process. The teachers going over what their students will need to review for next weeks end of year exams. When all of a sudden; phones start buzzing, chiming, ringing. Student and teacher alike were or normal, every phone had the same message on it. Were-Alert.
* BOLO law enforcement jargon for "Be On The Lookout".