This part contains strong language and sexual scenes. Just so you know. :)
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I woke up next morning feeling hungry, very hungry. Not really surprised, I got up and looked around. Some of the others had gone but most were still around. After some effort, I got to my feet and walked around for a bit.
A hand placed itself on my back. I spun round to see Campbell and Jenna. They laughed at my surprise and threw my clothes down in front of me.
"How did you get …?" I asked.
"Doug went and got them from your car when you were asleep" Jenna answered. I was highly grateful to my boyfriend at that point because although a lot of the others weren't modest, I was.
Speaking of Doug, he came up behind me and gave me a hug. I spun round and gave him a grateful lick. After a second, he sniffed carefully and winced.
"We'd better get you in the shower" he joked.
"And you, you smell like a pig sty" I laughed.
After a second, he put his clothes back on and we walked back to my car. When I was driving along, I was amazed how calm I was about everything; I mean we had lost two pack members last night, one who was innocent and one who was a manipulative prick. And in some ways, it was hard to tell which was which.
As soon as we parked next to the flat, I saw Arc was outside in his cat form. I got out and stroked him gently. He grimaced as much as cat could and shifted back into the human form.
"Morning guys. Enjoy last night?" he asked.
"Was a bit strange, but the best night of my life" I replied.
"He was fine" Doug reassured him and hugged me gently.
"He'd better be, otherwise Zoe will flip" Arc laughed.
We all agreed that point. Zoe may flip out at times, but she cared about her friends and family more than any other person I knew. Arc suddenly realised that he was naked in a public place and covered himself carefully with his right hand.
"I'd better go and put some clothes on" he said. And with that, he went inside the house, leaving the door slightly ajar. Not wasting a second, me and Doug went through the front door to find Zoe sat on the sofa watching a DVD.
When she saw me, she smiled broadly and gave me a massive bear hug. After her outburst of emotion, she brushed her fringe from her face and looked me over carefully.
"No bones broken?" she asked.
"Nope, But I need a shower"
She sniffed and winced just as Doug had done.
"Too right you do" Zoe said flatly.
Me and Doug laughed and I rubbed Zoe's hair out of shape. She swore loudly at us as we ran to the shower room and Doug shut the door just as she threw at a pillow at us.
Once I had set the shower up, I climbed in. Doug waited outside for his turn. At least he did for a minute. When I had washed my body clean, he climbed in as well and grabbed the sponge from me.
"I'll be done in a few seconds" I falsely protested, knowing that he would see the joke.
"So will I" growled Doug seductively and licked my shoulder. It sent a wave of pleasure through me and before I knew it, I was kissing him. He gratefully accepted the gesture and we used our hands to stimulate the others equipment and stroke the others skin.
A few minutes after our make out began; we cried out in pleasure and came. Doug climaxed first so I bent down to suck him off as he ejaculated. When he was finished, I licked my lips and swallowed gratefully. When I came, he worked it harder than he had ever done before causing me to moan in pleasure as he drove me over the edge.
After I was done, he swallowed too and we commenced to clean ourselves properly. But of course we kissed a few times along the way.
When we were dry and dressed in new clothes, we went through to the living room to find Zoe and Arc drinking a coke in the kitchen area.
"Good shower?" Zoe asked.
"Oh yeah" I replied.
"It was perfect" Doug said with a dream like tone to his voice. I laughed and lightly cuffed him. Zoe sighed but before she could say anything, the phone rang. Seeing as how I had just come back, I decided to take the phone this time.
I clicked the receiver to answer the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey Taylor, It's Helen. Don't forget about tonight"
I froze for a second. Tonight was the night I was going to introduce Doug to my family.
"I didn't forget" I lied.
"Sure" Helen said sarcastically. She knew me too well. After all if your own sister can't tell, who can?
"See you at seven" she said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Okay, see ya then" I said and hung up.
I gulped. Walking back into the kitchen, I reminded Doug about tonight. He was slightly concerned I could tell but he didn't let it spoil his mood. For the rest of the day, we hung out with Zoe and Arc in the flat, sharing stories about shape-shifting and various things.
When quarter to seven came around, we were ready to leave. Zoe and Arc were leaving at the same time as us so when we had all left, Zoe locked the front door and dropped the key in her bag.
"Good luck guys" she said and she and Arc started walking toward the place of their date. In this case it was the cinema.
After watching them leave, Doug got into my car and I joined him after making sure the front door was locked. We drove to my parents semi-detached, got out of the car and waited for seven o'clock to arrive.
As soon as it did, we walked up the drive, not sure if tonight was going to be a success or a massive disaster. In a way, it was both.
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Doug wore a black t-shirt with no logo and a pair of blue jeans whereas I wore a white polo shirt with blue and red stripes with a pair of three quarter length shorts. Admittedly it wasn't the weather for them but I figured it was best to wear light clothing given the situation tonight.
We had decided to tell them about us, but not to tell them about what had taken place in the last few months. After all, they wouldn't believe a word until we showed them, and that was against the rules.
"Do you think they'll like me?" Doug asked me.
"They'll love you, just as I do" I replied and licked him.
He smiled and licked me back, making sure to get my favourite spot just above my left eyebrow. After straightening our shirts, I pressed the doorbell twice and waited.
The door opened quickly to reveal the figure of Michelle Michaels, my mother. She was fifty five, with brown hair straight out of a bottle and a smile that could charm an asexual man to give her a good seeing to. Which is no mean feat. Her dress was made of lavender silk and seemed to be held up by nothing more than her upper body weight. She wasn't fat, but she had a firm chest.
"Taylor!" she said and gave me a kiss.
Thankfully on the cheek that didn't have werewolf slobber on it.
"Hey mum" I said and kissed her back. In the background I could see my sister Helen, she had just turned twenty nine and had platinum blond hair, blue eyes and a figure like that of a supermodel. She wasn't vain in any way, but she had been blessed with good looks.
"Hey bro, long time no see" she said.
"Nice to see you too Helen" I answered.
Even though I couldn't see him, I could tell that Doug was slightly nervous. I turned back to him and smiled.
"Mum, this is Doug, my new boyfriend" I said. Half of me almost said 'mate', but then I remembered that she was human and not supernatural.
"Nice to meet you Mrs Michaels" Doug said and gave her a brief hug.
"Please, call me Michelle" she answered and did the French kiss thing. Behind her back, I rolled my eyes.
"Is that you son?" came a voice from upstairs.
My father Graeme came down the stairs; he had the looks of Brian Krause combined with the guy who plays Nathan Patrielli in Heroes. Add about ten years to the both of them and you got my dad. He was wearing his usual attire of a West Ham football shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Which to be honest was a relief. Casual clothes meant that he was less likely to accept me and Doug.
My family had accepted my homosexuality with open arms. It wasn't something we went into great deal about, but at least it wasn't like dust swept under a rug.
"You must be Doug" Dad said and shook his hand.
"Yes sir" Doug replied.
"Please, call me Grae, everyone does, apart from my son and daughter anyway" he said, laughing at the last part of his sentence.
A few seconds of silence ensued, broken suddenly by a voice from the kitchen area.
"If you don't get back in here Michelle the mushrooms are going to be frazzled" came the familiar voice of my grandmother Arlena.
"Coming!" Mum said and scooted on through to the kitchen to help my grandmother.
Dad smiled at me and we bumped fists, as men do. He went into the living room and Helen went down the stairs to join him.
"Fancy going to meet my gran?" I asked Doug.
"Sure, if there's room in the kitchen" he said.
"There's always room in my kitchen for you" I purred.
"Oh really" Doug purred back and we joined our lips for a brief moment. After our brief encounter, we walked into the kitchen to find my grandmother and Mum preparing a meal fit for royalty.
"Hey gran" I said and hugged her.
"Good to see you too" she laughed and hugged me back. For a minute she didn't let go. It was almost as if she were trying to find something.
"You've been walking in the wilds" she whispered in my ear.
I should have known she would guess something had changed about me. Arlena is one of those women who knows everything and can find dust in a matchbox. Tonight she was wearing a red shawl with matching embroidery and simple earrings in the shape of moons.
She may not look it but isn't frail by any means. If anything she looks great for her age. She was in her eighties at least but she looked only just ten years older than her daughter. Which to be honest now I thought of it seemed a bit peculiar.
She got to her feet and shook Doug's hand.
"And you must be Douglas are you not?" she asked.
Doug nodded and she smiled.
"It's alright my dear, I won't bite. Except on a full moon night" she said shrewdly and winked at him. Doug took a moment to realise she was making a quip. Once he did, he laughed.
After that, Mum asked if we could take some washing and put it in the tumble dryer in the shed. I agreed and Gran insisted on coming too. I knew I wouldn't be able to shift her, not that I would want to so I agreed.
When we got to the shed, Gran went in first and plugged in the dryer whilst I loaded it, when I had finished, I shut the door and clicked it to spin for half an hour. When I turned to talk to Gran, I thought she had gone. But that was impossible, the only way out was through the door.
It was then I heard a loud barking noise. I looked down to see a cream coloured werewolf on the floor, and she was wearing my grandmothers red shawl on her head.
"Gran?" I said.
"What's the matter dear? Never seen a werewolf before?" she laughed.
I did a double take, and gaped at my grandmother. I could only think of two words to sum up the situation.
"Holy shit"
A minute of silence later and I still had only spoken those two words. Gran shifted her paws and waved her tail briefly before she spoke. So that's what wolves looked like when embarrassed. I had done the exact same thing in the woods.
"Well that's better than how your mother took it" Gran said in her deep wolven voice.
My voice had gone. I tried to talk but it was no use.
"You're, You're …." I stuttered.
My grandmother laughed as well she could.
"A werewolf, just like you dear" she finally stated.
I still was speechless. She licked my hand and stepped back to give me room to process this.
"But how come Mum isn't?" I finally spurted.
"I was bitten after your mum was born. On my fiftieth birthday"
That definitely explained why she looked younger than she was.
"But why tell me now?" I asked her.
"Because I felt sooner rather than later was the best choice. I know Campbell, he was the one who ordered the attack on the one who bit me. He's a good man, both disciplined and strong"
Half of me was angry at Gran for keeping this from me, but another part of me knew why she had kept her other self a secret. If she had been let near anyone in her other form, who knows what people would have said?
She transformed back into her human form and got dressed. I averted my eyes until she was finished and then when she walked over to me, I hugged her.
"Thank you Gran, for sharing your secret with me" I said.
"Thank you for sharing yours" she said.
For a moment I was shocked, but then I realised she could sense I was a werewolf. I decided to ask Gran a question.
"How did you tell I was?" I asked. No one had ever told me how to detect a werewolf in human form. Not that I ever needed to up until now.
She rolled her eyes and whispered in my ear.
"Just sniff"
I laughed at the simplicity of it and after another hug, we closed the shed and went back into the house. In a way, I wish I hadn't. Doug and Dad were in the living room, facing each other. Their body language showed they were on the verge of attacking and Doug looked like he could shift at any moment.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked.
"This bastard is a werewolf" my dad replied.
For a moment I wondered how he knew. It was then I noticed Farrell, my father's best friend sitting in one of the chairs. He was fondling a gun in his left hand.
"Dad? What is he doing here?" I asked.
"I asked him to come here. It was just a coincidence he happened to have the gun on him but all the same, it is useful" my father sneered.
"And I'm glad he did" Farrell said and got to his feet. "Otherwise I wouldn't have the pleasure of killing another lycanthrope"
Doug tensed, growled and shifted. He roared in anger and leapt through the window, smashing it to smithereens. Farrell started to go after him but my father held him back.
"It's no use, you can't go after him now, he's probably alerted the pack by now" he said.
He turned back to me with a look of revulsion.
"How could you bring a werewolf into our house?" he roared.
For a moment, I quaked in fear, but my new instincts rose above his futile anger and gave me the indestructible courage I needed to face the man I had submitted to my entire life.
"Because I love him Dad, he's human just like you are! And judging by the way you just acted I'd say he's more so"
His face contorted.
"You're defending a monster!"
"I'm defending my boyfriend!" I roared back.
"If you expect to be welcome under this roof again, you'd better not see him again or any other werewolf for that matter"
He was trying to threaten me, it wasn't going to work.
"It's a bit late for that Dad, because I'm one too!"
I drew up my arm and showed him the faint outlines of the bite he had given me. My father looked disgusted once again, but now it was ten times worse. He picked up the dining room table and flung it across the room like it was a piece of paper.
"GET OUT!" He roared at me.
My mum and gran came in with an expression of confusion on their faces.
"What is going on?" Mum asked.
"Your son is a werewolf thanks to his flea ridden rent boy!" my father shouted.
Mum looked shocked as well. But not as shocked as she could be.
"Well, aren't you going to throw him out? Or shall I?" my dad asked her.
Tears started to fall from my Mum's eyes. She left the room without a word and my gran followed her. Helen left the room shortly after as well to go upstairs. We couldn't see it but all of them had shock on their face because of the whole situation. And I didn't know it yet, but if they had been able to face up my father, they would have been disgusted with him.
"Why do you care so much about werewolves?" I growled.
"Because I am a hunter. Both me and Farrell are. It's what we do. We kill the bastards and make sure they can't reproduce. And guess what, that's what I am going to do to your mutt!" he snarled, laughing maniacally at the last statement.
The wolf in me snarled in anger. I let it roar directly at my father, using my human throat to convey the sound.
"You are not going anywhere near my mate!" I bellowed. Then, I walked up to him and punched him right in the face. Farrell stepped forward to help his comrade, aiming the gun at me to be sure I wouldn't try again, but I wasn't frightened. My father's spirit hadn't been dampened by the attack.
"Your mate?" he laughed. "Well that's a romance that's going to end in tears"
I turned and walked towards the front door. As I opened it, I looked back to see Farrell nursing my dad's wound. When they looked at me, pure ire burned through my eyes.
"If you do, Dad or not, I'll rip your fucking throat out" I snarled.
As I said the last sentence, I slammed the door.
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