I remembered howling, and admiring myself in the mirror. I remembered being nuzzled by the two sexy she
wolves. I remembered feeling strong. But beyond that..I remembered nothing. I came to slowly in the morning,
blinking in the harsh light of dawn. My muscles ached, and I started to stretch out, suddenly aware of having
Terri on one side of me, and Night on the other.
Terri's eyes opened slowly, and she smiled. "Hi babe.." she whispered, before kissing me gently. A hand
reached out and stroked my cheek before turning my head to face Night, who whispered the same words and kissed
me just as gently. I was acutely aware of three things: First, I felt amazingly awake, like I had a boundless
supply of energy. Second, I had a banger of a headache, and most of my body felt like it had been hit by a
truck. Third, I was ravenously hungry.
"Fuuuuckk..." I mumbled, rubbing my temples. "I feel hungover, but amazingly awake, you know?"
Terri smiled. "Aww, poor baby..I'll go make us some breakfast."
"Awesome. I'm gonna hop in the jacuzzi," I said, slowly standing up and walking gingerly to the in-ground hot
tub that her father had installed next to the pool.
"I think I'll join you," Night said, joining me a moment later. Terri busied herself in the kitchen, wrangling
us some breakfast as promised, leaving Night and myself alone. She stared at me with a mix of happiness, lust,
and concern as we sat naked in the hot tub next to each other.
"This thing..with the alpha..it's pretty serious, isn't it?" I asked hesitantly. Part of me didn't want to
know, but I knew I needed to be fully aware of the situation.
Night nodded and replied softly, "Yeah, it is. He's playing it cool, but most likely he's going to punish at
least you and Terri, if not all three of us if we go to the meeting. The lie..it was a clever gamble, but it
backfired. He KNOWS that Terri deliberately disobeyed him, and I'll end up taking some of the heat over it,
since I'm the one who turned her. That's just the way the pack laws are."
"How'd you even end up with this douche?" I asked her.
Night smiled sadly, "I..was in a bad place. Lonely..feeling abandoned..not unlike the way Terri was when she
and I reconnected."
"Ahh.." I muttered, not sure what to say, and feeling rather guilty. I was really beginning to wonder how many
times I'd have to deal with subtle and not-so-subtle barbs being thrown my way about the divorce.
"That..wasn't intended to make you feel bad, John.." Night said. "It's just the truth. So..any way..I went to
a party, and ended up meeting Devon and his wife. They made me feel special and pretty..and I started hanging
out with them a lot. Eventually, they invited me to a 'private party'..on a full moon."
"I bet that was rather freaky," I said.
Night smiled, blushing slightly, "I got my freak on, that's for sure. I'm pretty sure that Devon slipped me
something to make me a little more compliant and a LOT more uninhibited. Next thing I know, I was finding out
how deep a wolfgirl's tongue can get inside of me and I'm begging to be bitten." She lifted one leg out of the
water, resting it on my shoulder as she pointed to a scar on her inner thigh. "I got this a few minutes later
when I sixty-nined another of the pack girls. The next morning, I was in the pack, and that's when Devon
explained the rules."
"And you still brought Terri into that?" I growled softly.
"Hey!" Night snapped, growling back and locking her eyes on me. "You and she were done. DONE. Plus..he wasn't
always like this. At the time, the only girls in the pack were me, Jenna-his wife, Tonya-their daughter, and
Raelynn. Tonya's boyfriend was in the pack..but he disappeared. Same for Raelynn's..." Night trailed off
softly. "After Terri though..every month, it seemed like we got another girl. I..don't know what's going on
with him, or why."
"So..if he mates with every female at least once every moon cycle...that means he's nailing his DAUGHTER?" I
asked, my mind seizing on a random detail.
Night looked a bit uncomfortable. "We've ALL been nailing his daughter..she's a stunning 17 year
old..but..yeah. I've only ever seen him take her in his bestial form. It's..different for us. Incest isn't
exactly a taboo. Yes, it's discouraged..but given the general infertility of werewolves, there's little danger
of a two headed Deliverance child being born. And really..when the wolf gets riled, there's little stopping
it." Her words hung in the air, and I couldn't help but wonder if she meant "When he's shifted, Devon is a
monster who doesn't take no for an answer," or if she was only speaking generally.
"Umm..General Infertility of werewolves?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.
Night nodded. "Yeah. It's nature's way of keeping us in check, I guess. Given that we can already turn someone
with a bite, and that wolves have litters, we'd overrun the earth if we could breed. So, outside of our heat
cycles, female werewolves are infertile. Male werewolves' sperm is incompatible with a human woman's ova, so
there's no passing on of the condition to others that way either."
"Heat cycles?" I asked. "So..like a wild animal?"
Night nodded. "Very similar to one..though in werewolves, it leads to complications." She held up a finger,
knowing that I was going to ask. "I know, I know..I'm gonna explain, don't worry. No, we don't run around
leaking blood everywhere like a fucking dog." Her voice betrayed mild irritation, and she locked eyes with me
again, as though she'd known exactly where my mind was going. "Don't think of us as dogs..it belittles us AND
you." Her upper lip curled slightly into a snarl, and I growled back reflexively, which made her smile. "I
LOVE seeing the wolf in you," she said, leaning in and kissing me, tugging on my bottom lip before breaking
away.
"The heat cycle lasts around a week. Sometimes four days, some as long as seven. It varies from wolf to wolf,
and even cycle to cycle. It always starts on the new moon, for whatever reason. During that week, the girl in
heat is BEYOND irresistible. We reek of pheremones, designed to attract any male to mate with us, and it
usually calls to the females as well, due to how sex-laden the pheremones are. Our pussies actually NEVER
change back during the heat cycle. We basically can't go out during our cycle, because our pheremones are on
such overdrive that even a human will become sexually aroused and attracted to us. Basically any werewolf in
the same room with us during our heat cycle is going to shift and fuck literally anything around them." Her
nipples were rock hard as she thought about it. "We can't control ourselves when a heat cycle is involved.
Even being fucked while we're in heat still only results in about a quarter of one percent chance of
pregnancy..but I think those odds might be what Devon's motivations are...I think he wants a dynasty, and if
he's the only one with access during heat cycles, there's no chance any pup that was born would have a
bloodline other than his."
"He's afraid of a power struggle?" It may have seemed like an obvious conclusion, but this whole world was new
to me.
Night nodded. "It's the main cause of pack warfare. The bloodlines go back through the ages. Being able to
trace your lineage is a BIG deal. It's an even bigger deal when you're born, not bitten. If he can manage to
establish several children, he'll actually create a NEW bloodline. There's about a dozen original bloodlines,
and those can all trace to four at their roots. If Devon bred enough though..like four pups, each of whom
breeds at least twice successfully, he can gain an immense amount of power within the lycanthropic council."
I rubbed my temples. "The lycanthropic council?"
Night giggled. "Don't worry..I can give you plenty of reading material, if you're interested. Long story
short, The Lycanthropic Council is the ruling body over all the werewolves worldwide. Odds are that you'll
never have to deal with them, even if you reach a very old age. They make very general statements about how
werewolves should act, but since there's only twelve of them, they can't deal much with day to day stuff. I
mean..they have ways, but you have to REALLY do something to draw their attention. They're kind of like the
Pope to the Catholics. It's like..the Pope goes 'abortion is bad'..but not 'Hey, Night..you're bad, because
you had an abortion. All Catholics should kill her."
I laughed, "That would raise eyebrows."
She smiled back, sliding over closer to me and wrapping an arm around me affectionately. "To say the least. I
was a Protestant, before I got turned."