Hermes the owl had been flying non-stop for 36 hours. Somehow, he'd made it to Oklahoma in record time. The owl swooped over the plains, searching for the Oklahoma pack. Finally, he spotted them.
Alpha Zuri had just returned from leading hir pack on a nocturnal hunt when shi spotted Hermes, Morgana Faye's owl. Morgana had once rescued Zuri from a pack of hostile werelions, and Zuri was always happy to the witch a favor. Hermes dropped a letter into Zuri's clawed hand before flying off to return to his mistress.
Morgana shifted into her human form for the extra dexterity in that form's slenderer fingers. The dark-skinned woman carefully opened the letter and read it:
"Dear Alpha Zuri,
"My name is Selena Lyall. I am a new werehyena alpha from Stokerville, Jefferson County, Washington State, USA. I was born into a werewolf pack (super vanilla, I know) and the rotten luck to possess a dormant werebeast gene. As a result, my pack treated me as the resident omega. My oldest sister Luna was especially awful. She's the most beautiful wolf in the pack and Dad's default heir as alpha, so she treats 'the pack's pet human' like crap. My other sister Diana's a little better, but she loves to tease people and I was very teaseable. Unlike Luna, I don't think she gets that she hurts my feelings when she calls me her sidekick and stuff, but that doesn't make it any more fun. Worse, Mom and Dad made it very clear I'd have to leave the pack if I didn't shift by my eighteenth birthday.
"I had to do something. Luckily, my vampire friend Tatiana von Karnstein knew a really great witch's workshop where she got her fang dentistry done. She took me, and I bought something called the Werebrush. If I brush an animal and then my own hair with it on the day of the full moon, I'll shift into the werebeast version of that animal at night. I went to the zoo and brushed a hyena. It was going to be a wolf, but I'm not super close to my old pack and hyenas seemed cooler. I didn't expect I'd get a penis out of the transformation, but I've honestly been loving it.
"I quickly decided to start my own pack. Unfortunately, I'd only be able to turn people once a month with the Werebrush. I didn't want to wait, so I went back to Morgana to see what else she had. She sold me a cock ring called the Ring of Embraces. When I wear it on the base of my shaft, anybody whose orifices my semen enters will transform into a werehyena. It's been working great! My new pack has seven members already, counting myself, and I'm planning to add more.
"The problem is I don't know anything about being an alpha, let alone a werehyna alpha in particular. As basically a half-member of the pack, my parents never taught me anything about how they ran the pack, and I was often off on my own, so I didn't get too many chances to observe them. Since I didn't shift, I don't even know what our coming-of-age ritual is like. All I really know is the broad outline of our social structure: there's an alpha and hir mate on top, a beta and hir mate below them, an omega on the bottom, and... possibly others in between, I guess? Oh, and there are specific jobs like shaman and mistress of the hunt, but I'm not really sure what they all do.
"I really need to learn these things if I'm going to be a decent alpha. Would you mind paying me a visit soon to fill me in? And if you could, please bring Shaman Kweli with you to tutor my pack's shaman, Taylor Wagner. We REALLY have no idea how to do shamans do, other than worship the Moon. Hell, we don't even know the specifics of THAT! We look forward to being enlightened by the two of you.
Best wishes,
Alpha Selena Lyall of the Stokerville Werehyena Pack"
Shaman Kweli walked up to hir alpha. "Someone wrote?"
"A friend of Morgana's," said Zuri. "Her name's Selena, and she founded her own werehyena pack up in Washington with Morgana's help. She doesn't know a lot about our culture, though, so she wants the two of us to come by and fill her in."
"I'm in," said Kweli. "We really should support any new packs that pop up."
"My feelings exactly," said Zuri. "Who knows? My cub Kibibi might want to join. She's been getting restless lately."
"Teenagers will be teenagers," Kweli mused. "Maybe a change of scenery is just what she needs."
"I imagine so," said Zuri. Shi shifted back into hir hyena form, sighing contentedly as the familiar weight of hir cock returned. "Now let's go carve up that bison."