BACKTRACKING...
As the Andersons said good night to the Twists, before discovering that they were invited over to the Stovalls for a late dinner, two teenage werewolves had walked out their back door and into the open woods behind their home.
Ben accompanied Nate to the top of the hill, where the oldest Anderson son was met by his boyfriend Alex. Ben's werewolf senses could detect the lupine musk in the air, even without seeing the two werewolves kiss, or the tips of their rapidly erecting penises begin to peek out of their sheaths.
Ben waited until the new lovers stopped kissing, and their tongues went back into their own muzzles, before saying, "Okay you two. Have fun, and I'll see you at school tomorrow."
"Night Ben, and thanks," said Nate, as Alex grabbed his paw.
"Hey, what are friends and wing wolves for?" asked Ben, while setting his stuff down by a tree.
"Wing wolves?" asked Alex, confused.
"I'll explain later. Let's go have some fun."
"Only some?" asked Alex, before leading his boyfriend by the paw down the opposite side of the hill towards his place.
Although it wasn't a life style choice he was personally interested in, Ben had no problem with Nate Anderson being gay.
He didn't know whether or not the budding romance would work out for them, but just shrugged his furry shoulders as he took off running away from any houses to go deeper into the tract of open forest.
When the town of Moon Lake was first established, the founding fathers and planners left plenty of open woods and protected forest areas for all the weres then and future generations that would call Moon Lake home. This particular tract was only a few acres wide between houses, dividing Ben and Nate's side from Alex's into two different subdivisions, but it stretched for miles in either direction from the top of the hill between the three homes.
Ben maintained a steady pace, more than a brisk walk but less than an outright jog. His only nod to civilization at the moment was his cellphone, attached to a large lanyard around his furry neck. Otherwise, the werewolf ran free, enjoying the breeze blowing through his fur and the bare earth beneath his foot paws.
There were a couple of times when potential prey crossed his path. A stray rabbit here and a deer there, but Ben decided to pass on any hunting opportunities tonight. The idea was to get rid of the pent up energy from the fight against Yvette the rogue were-vixen, not add to it. Besides, Ben knew he wasn't really that hungry and had no way to take any leftover kill back home to begin with.
Eventually Ben stopped by a patch of tall pine trees. A town marker indicated that on the other side was a public park. A quick glance at his cellphone said it was approaching ten pm.
This late, Ben didn't have to worry about breaking any Moon Lake regulations about being seen publicly in his wereform, but decided to turn around and head for home anyway. He still had to shower and get to bed, for Monday was a school day, he could hear Samantha and Frances saying in the back of his mind.
As he laid back against one tree to rest a moment, he thought about his moms.
His natural parents, who were both werewolves, had died in a car accident when Ben was still a toddler. Thankfully Ben was at preschool at the time, but the traumatic loss was still hard to deal with. With Ben having no other relatives, let alone related were kin in Moon Lake, the married lesbian werecat couple took it upon themselves to adopt and raise him on their own.
Life was certainly interesting growing up in that household, but he couldn't deny that he was loved and well cared for by the friends of his parents.
As Ben got up and stretched to prepare for the run back, his sharp werewolf senses detected a smell, as his ears heard a twig snap.
Someone was approaching his position!
Ben turned and saw...
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