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There is a mild same sex relationship between anthropomorphic animals, and uses of strong language. You've been warned. :)

Enjoy!

Free Story #17 - Foretold (Chapter 7)

The bullet in question, went straight through Campbell's head.

His body, silent and unmoving, fell to the ground. The blood oozed from the wound and landed in a puddle next to his body. Jenna's scream of grief had rung through the air. And not surprisingly, it took Arc, Zoe, Stephen and Doug to keep her from clawing at my father's body.

"There's nothing you can do, he's gone" Arc said to her.

"It can't be! He can't be gone!" she screamed.

Every single werewolf in the clearing changed form if they hadn't done so already. Even the people who couldn't change shape naturally became another form if they were able. Slowly, every animal in the clearing began to howl. Jenna transformed and howled louder than anyone else in the clearing.

It was the same kind of howl that had been sung the night Hax had been murdered. And I felt the familiar pang of grief beginning to strike. But I had to be strong for everyone so I joined in the howl. If I hadn't been able to, it would have looked disrespectful. Thank god for my instincts.

When the howl was over, we all changed back into human form. Whilst Jenna lay sobbing beside Campbell's torso, Stephen knelt before his fallen father and closed his eyes for the last time.

Farrell's body was thrown unceremoniously into a small marsh that was in the woods whilst my father's was left on the ground to rot. They offered to let us release our emotional discharge on Farrell but I had to refuse. Doug and Shadow also wanted no part of the deal, which made me feel proud of my two boys just for a minute. After thinking it through, it made me sound like an old mother looking out at her sons.

But the memory of the incident brought me back into the room within seconds. This was a good thing because everyone was starting to leave. Doug and Stephen carried Campbell to the car and lay him on a mat. It felt so wrong to see him being carted away in such inappropriate conditions but we all knew that he wouldn't have wanted us to make a fuss.

Doug got in the car with Jenna and Stephen. I walked over to the car and went up to the window. There was barely any room for the three of them in there with Campbell as well. I said the only thing that I could given the circumstances.

"I'll take Shadow home" I offered.

Doug looked up at me. He knew I didn't know what to say so he nodded as if to check it was ok after a deep cut.

"Sure. Do you mind if I stay with Jenna and the others tonight?"

I shook my head.

"No of course not, but call me if you need me"

Doug weakly smiled. It was a happy smile by any description but a smile of someone waking from a coma and not being sure where they are. As if the sight of his hands were part of an elaborate trick.

"Tell Shadow it's not his fault" Doug explained.

I understood what he meant entirely. The guilt must be starting to seep into him. Doug wound down the window and the car left as quickly as it could. I turned back to see that Shadow was stood looking at the place where Campbell has died.

"Oh fuck" I thought to myself. I didn't make a habit of saying the word very often but given the circumstances, I figured I was exempt from any kind social etiquette for a short period of time.

Zoe and Arc walked over at that moment. They looked just as heartbroken as we did.

"Do you need any help?" Zoe asked.

"No, I'll get Shadow home, you two go" I replied.

They opened their mouths to protest but upon seeing the look on my face, they nodded.

"Call if you need us" Arc said.

"Of course"

After our conversation, Arc and Zoe started walking back to the town. After a minute, I walked over toward Shadow.

When I reached my son, he looked at me with eyes glistening with unconditional sorrow.

"It's not your fault" were the only words I could say.

Shadow nodded.

"I know" he answered, his voice racked with emotion, "But why him?"

That was a question I couldn't answer.

"Probably because my father wanted revenge for both his life and Farrell's"

"Was he always that way?"

"How do you mean?"

"Did your dad always hate werewolves?"

I stopped. I hadn't considered this at all. For some unknown reason, I felt the need to defend my dad even after everything that had happened.

"I don't know, but for his sake, I hope he sees his mistake"

Shadow nodded at my response. He seemed to have reached a peak in his emotional flow so he was sad, but his voice remained neutral. It also seemed my words had cured him of any guilt, at least conscious guilt.

"I'm sure he wasn't always that way. I just wish he could have found another way to express his hate"

"You and me both, Shadow" I said with a half smile.

He wiped his eyes of his almost tears then looked at me with a curious expression.

"Do you feel sorry he's gone?" Shadow asked.

It took me a while to answer. But eventually, I did.

"As his son, yes"

"And as a man?" Shadow asked.

"Honestly?" I said.

After a moment, I knew the answer. Hard as it was to admit.

"No"

After a second, I let go of Shadow, stood up and turned away. He put his arm around me.

"It's okay to hate him you know" he said.

My emotions rose to boiling point after his words. Without thinking, I pushed away from him and ran over to my father's body. Shadow followed after me a second later but I didn't notice in my blinded state.

When I reached him, I began to punch his lifeless face.

"You bastard!" I screamed at this top of my lungs.

A few seconds after I began, Shadow grabbed me and pulled me away from him.

"Let me go!" I screamed.

"Dad, you need to stop! Otherwise you'll just as bad as him" Shadow said his voice twisted with desperation and grief.

After a final punch, my dad's nose broke. The sound brought me back to reality and I realised Shadow was right. After a second of stunned silence, I placed my head into his chest and began to cry.

My son stroked my hair just as I had done for him and I cried until I couldn't anymore. When I was done, I looked at him with what hoped was intense gratitude.

"Thank you, for making me sense" I said slowly.

"You'd do the same for me" Shadow replied.

I nodded and licked his ear. After he returned the gesture, we turned to face the shining full moon.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Shadow said to me.

"Beautiful but dangerous" I admitted.

"Kind of like us then”

We held each other close and gazed at its silver surface for a while, then we walked back to my car and drove back to the flat.

When I look back on it now, it was almost too painful to bear at the time. If I could have found any words to express the shock of what had happened in those seconds, I wouldn't have said them out of respect.

But now, Campbell was gone.

How me, Shadow, Doug and both of the packs were going to cope was something I didn't know, but I knew we had to adjust to this new way of life. In a strange kind of way, it was almost as if this was foretold. But if there's one thing I had learned over the last three months, it's that no matter how much you think you know how the world works, there's always something to surprise you.

And in some ways, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hope you enjoyed Forteold. The series will continue with Endangered. It is available now on Smashwords, but if you want to wait, it will be released on the blog in the next few days.

Free Story #17 - Foretold (Chapter 7)

Four weeks had passed since that night. Well almost. It was now the night of the full moon. It was hard to believe, even for someone with my imagination, but it was true. Tonight was the night Shadow would first transform. I was going to be there for him every step of the way. Just as the packs had been for me.

Mum, Helen and Gran had eventually moved back into the family home. But only after Zoe had used her magic to scare my father out. Which were all grateful for because the flat was getting a little cramped to say the least.

About an hour before we were due to shift, I was sat in the front room whilst Shadow sorted a few things out in the room that was now his bedroom. Just before the others were due to arrive, he opened his door and put his head through a few inches.

"Hey dad, can we talk?" he asked.

"Sure, what's the problem?" I asked, walking over and putting my arm around his shoulder.

"Well, I'm nervous about tonight. How I'll cope with it all"

"It'll be fine. You've got me, Doug, Jenna and the rest of us to help you out. It's only a month ago that I first transformed"

This seemed to make him feel better and he smiled a broad smile that reminded me of when Doug showed his perfect at that moment, I knew he would be fine. He went to the bathroom a second later. I think that he was just making sure he looked just so. That was one trait he got from Doug, not me.

He had finished two minutes later, allowing me to use it quickly before we left. About twenty minutes later, Doug, Campbell, Arc and Jenna were all in the flat waiting for me to finish in the bathroom.

Embarrassing I know, but I couldn't get the smell of Zoe's perfume out of my hair. I had accidentally used it instead of Doug's Calvin Klein to cover my scent. Eventually, I got most of it off so I decided that enough was enough. When I came out of the bathroom, Shadow had changed from wearing an orange shirt and tracksuit bottoms to a blue t-shirt and baggy jeans.

"Ready to go?" Doug asked him.

"Yeah, ready when you are" Shadow replied.

His voice didn't seem sure but his expression was. We left in single file and Doug locked the flat door behind him.

Doug and Shadow went in my car with me, whilst the others went into Campbell's range rover. It wasn't exactly well looked after but the paint was unscratched.

Lord help the man who tried, I thought to myself. About thirty minutes' drive later, we came to a clearing next to a wood. It wasn't like the place we normally used, but it was better than nothing at all. Being picky wasn't really an option.

The clouds started to part and I could see that Shadow was beginning to tense. Even though he knew it was coming, he was still scared. Just as the moon came into full view, Shadow yelled in pain and fell to the floor. Me and Doug tried to go forward to help our son but Campbell and Jenna held us back.

"He needs to do this alone. When he's changed, you can help him then" Jenna whispered.

Shadow contorted and he screamed with pain. I remembered the transformation all too well. But something was wrong. Very wrong. I had started to sprout fur almost immediately after the transformation began. But Shadow remained human. Nothing changed.

"Campbell, something doesn't seem right …" I said.

The alpha male spun round. His original intention had been to reassure me but his expression turned into shock. He then looked into the sky and gasped. We all spun our heads upwards and echoed Campbell's sentiment. The moon was gone from the sky.

"But how is that possible, it's a full moon" Zoe exclaimed.

Arc looked closely at the sky. He seemed to be searching for some clue as to its disappearance.

"There!" he said and pointed to something like looked like a star. But it was larger than a star. It was a beam of light from the moon.

"It's been eclipsed" I gasped.

There was no denying the fact. How the hell it had happened was anyone's guess. Harsh laughter echoed around the clearing and Farrell and my father strolled from the woods.

"How do you like my little trick?" Farrell asked.

Doug shifted into his wolf form and launched himself at Farrell, teeth bared. But he blasted some energy from his hand and deflected the werewolf with ease.

"You'll need more than that to stop me" he laughed.

The rest of the group stepped forward to confront him.

"Why are you doing this?" Jenna shouted.

"Merely repaying a debt my dear, or should I say ex sister-in-law?"

Jenna stood stock-still. Doug stood carefully, whining occasionally from the bruising caused by the energy blast. When he looked at Farrell once more, he gasped.

"Finally remember me huh? Looks like my memory spell worked"

Memory Spell? What did he mean? Jenna and Doug looked at each other. They were clearly thinking the same thing because their expressions were the same.

"What do you mean sister-in-law?" I shouted.

"Ah Taylor, I may as well tell you. I'm not just your father's best friend. I'm the brother of the man he murdered"

He pointed at Doug.

"That wasn't how it happened!" Doug snarled.

"Then how do you explain the bullet through his head?" Farrell asked.

"He killed himself. When he failed to kill me after shooting my mate"

"And you bit him. Which provoked him to do so" my dad yelled.

"I didn't know that would happen!" Doug shouted back.

The two men laughed a cruel laugh.

"Regardless, if this werewolf can't transform, he's going to explode. Poetic justice for my brother"

My stomach clenched in fear. Farrell and my dad were going to kill Shadow, and there seemed to be no way I could stop them.

Shadow yelled out in pain, and blood started to leak from his fingertips. He was crying and struck with silent fear. Throwing caution to the winds, I ran forward to him and held him close.

"It's alright son, it'll all be ok" I said and stroked his hair.

"I'm so scared Dad" Shadow choked.

At his words, something snapped inside me.

He could attack me all he liked but there was no way I was going to let him hurt Shadow in any way shape or form. I snarled and transformed. It felt good to use my wolf form but this wasn't the time to revel in guilty pleasures.

Decided that instead of attacking him full on was foolish, I went go into the woods instead, being sure to look like I was running away. Jenna would read my mind to find out what I was doing. And that was just what I wanted.

"Looks like your father has abandoned you" Farrell said. He used a blast of purple magic to cut Shadow's face. The straining werewolf yelled in agony and fell to the floor.

Jenna, Campbell, Arc and Zoe were speechless.

"He just left his son to die" Zoe blurted.

Jenna closed her eyes and used her telepathy to read my thoughts. Just as I had predicted.

"No, he's got an idea. But we all need to pull together"

She huddled the others together and sent Doug a message. Then she sent one to me. I received it and smiled. Farrell wouldn't know what hit him. Then, Jenna sent a message to Shadow. He looked over at her and she nodded.

It took a second but he understood. She wanted him to play possum. Shadow gave a whine of pain and fell to the floor. Still as death. Doug ran over to Shadow and licked him. He looked relieved at seeing his father but knew better than to move.

He felt his father's warm muzzle massage him. After a minute, Doug raised his nose to the sky and howled. It was full of false grief. But Farrell and my dad were fooled, that was what mattered. Farrell's hands stopped glowing and in a moment, the eclipse was gone from the sky.

Thankfully the moon had gone behind the clouds otherwise the illusion would be lost. I was in the woods about twenty feet from Farrell's back. The reason for this was that my time with Zoe had taught me if you attack a magic user from behind, they cannot use their magic for a few seconds. I didn't know why it happened. But I had asked Zoe to borrow her book on duelling magic for research, and it was one of the rules in the book.

Meanwhile, Farrell seemed to be so happy at his own success that he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. Which worked to my advantage. I waited till he reached the edge of the wood, then ran forward and leapt into the air. Farrell laughed one last time but before he could leave; my front paws collided with his back.

He fell forward and landed directly in a pool of mud. I yipped in victory and ran forward to see if Shadow was ok. He smiled up at me and I breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Shadow tensed up once more. Thinking it was Farrell interfering again I turned to face him.

But he was still face down in the pool. I looked into the sky and saw the moon, shining full and true. Shadow yelled and fur began to grow. This was it. His ears relocated and his tail popped out. His hands and feet changed to paws and finally his face extended into a muzzle.

Like Doug, his fur was golden blond. But there were patches of brown scattered over his tail, his paws and his back. Unlike me, his body seemed to recover remarkably fast. His mind however was still in shock. He whined just as I had done.

Doug muzzled one side of his face and I licked the other side. We swapped from time to time until finally, Shadow seemed to be calm. He sniffed the air and barked in surprise. Before we could go any further however, Farrell woke up. And he wasn't happy.

"You may have stopped my plan, but I can still stop you"

Out of his coat, he pulled a blade, of solid silver. Campbell growled and shifted into his wolf form.

"No Campbell, don't try to be a hero!" Jenna called after him.

What happened next was nothing short of horrific.

Campbell, with a single swipe of his mighty paw, struck my father to the floor. In a single leap, he leapt toward Farrell and took his head clean from his shoulder. When Campbell landed, he howled in victory.

But his song was cut short. By the sound of a gun being fired.

Free Story #14 - Foretold (Chapter 4)

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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I had made sure we dressed smart casual, or as close as we could get without being too upper class.
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.

Free Story #13 - Foretold (Chapter 3)

After a few minutes of waiting for everyone to settle, Jenna walked over to me.

"It's time" she said.

The female alpha took me over to the middle of the clearing. She stepped back to the others and in a split second, they were all in their werewolf form. Before I could wonder what was going on, they started to howl. Just a few seconds later, I looked to the sky.

As if it was meant to be, the clouds parted and the full moon, in all its radiant glory was revealed. If I had bared any thoughts it wasn't going to be that bad, they were gone in a second.

My entire body went to spasm. I screamed in agony and convulsed. I could hear my bones cracking as they changed shape and I could feel every muscle being torn and reshaped. The process was uncomfortable but it wasn't as painful as I had anticipated.

After a second convulsion, my arms flailed out to the sides as did my legs. Thick chestnut brown fur began to grow all over my body and after another spasm, a bushy tail erupted from just above my rectal area. My face tingled once more and it reshaped into a muzzle. I yelled in pain which came as out as a mix between a scream and a whine.

My voice box suddenly snapped into place. I tried to let out another scream and this time, it came out as a whine. My hands and feet snapped and in a second, they were paws. My ears stretched and relocated to the top of my head. The fur stopped growing and after a final convulsion, I stood on four legs, as a fully transformed werewolf.

The new instincts flooded my mind. I wanted to chase, I wanted to hunt, I wanted to have sex, I want to chase my tail. Okay I made that last one up. Somehow, I seemed to know how to work my new body and within a few seconds, my tail was wagging from side to side on command and my ears were able to prick whenever I wanted them too.

The flooding stopped and I was able to focus once more. My vision was in colour which was a surprise. A nice surprise mind you. I looked around at the pack, who had stopped howling. Doug ran over to me and rubbed his muzzle against my face. I repeated the gesture and then, he yipped and started to run away from me.

If I had been human, I would have been worried. But my new instincts told me to chase him, so I decided to appease my curiosity. After a few careful steps, I started to run on all four of my new legs. I can say without a doubt, it was the biggest thrill of my life.

Just when I got close to him, Doug jumped into the air and ran further away. I followed and without knowing it, I yipped out of pure ecstasy. Doug barked in delight and without hesitation, I repeated the gesture. I was grateful that my new body knew how to perform these actions because I wouldn't have known where to start on barking. Or yipping.

The other werewolves slowly started to join in and eventually, the whole pack was playing the game. After about fifteen minutes, Campbell howled and the game stopped. He and Jenna stood away from all of us and cleared their throats.

"Now that we have welcomed our new brother, it is time to hunt" said Campbell in a very gruff tone that was similar to his human voice.

I gulped. This was going to be a test. Not just of my wits, but my guts.

I hoped I didn't look as nervous as I felt. But I reminded myself that as a rule, canine faces seldom showed real emotion so a werewolf face wouldn't either. It stood to reason. But I cut myself some slack. After all, I had never transformed before so there was a lot of learn.

A few of the wolves left the group and entered the woods. The only ones left by me were Campbell, Doug and Stephen. They seemed to be both anxious of how I was coping and excited to be starting their hunt on the night they loved the most.

Doug walked over to me and nuzzled my neck. I did the same to him and his tail wagged in pleasure. Campbell cleared his throat and we both turned to see what he wanted to say to us.

"The others have gone to a hiding place in the woods. When you go in, find a place where no one else has hidden and mark your scent"

"How do I do that?" I asked.

This was the first time I had heard my voice in werewolf form and for a minute, it completely threw me off balance. But once I was calm once more, Campbell continued.

"I think you know" he said.

After a brief thinking stint, I realised what he meant. It was lucky that I hadn't been to the toilet before I transformed otherwise it might have been difficult to undertake the task he had in mind. Let's just say that one outranks the other two, if you catch my drift.

"Then, when you hear my howl, go around the woods and find any prey you can. When you do find and bring something down, howl and I'll come and take the first bite and then you can finish the rest"

The look of confusion on my face brought Stephen to the rescue

"It's a mark of respect for the alpha to eat first" he explained.

After he had explained, I relaxed. But it also occurred to me that I had no alpha. I was in effect a lone wolf. I explained this situation to the others and for a moment I thought they were angry. But Campbell smiled as well as a wolf man can.

"We'll sort that out later, don't worry about it" he said.

For a moment, I absorbed his words. Then I realised that it was all very well hunting, but for how long?
"When does the hunt end?" I asked the other wolves after a brief hesitation.

"Listen out for three howls from Campbell, one after another. When it's over, come to the middle of the woods where we sleep until sunrise" Stephen answered.

Sounded like a plan to me. I just hoped I could find where they meant. But after remembering I could now find werewolves easily thanks to my enhanced senses my fears were subsided. For now.

"Right, let's go!" Campbell said and he ran into the woods, quickly followed by his son. Doug licked my cheek.

"You ready Tay?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be" I replied.

I carefully placed one paw in front of the other at first to regain the feeling of walking on four legs. When I was comfortable, I broke into a run and yipped in joy. Doug ran beside me and with a wink, sped off in an entirely different direction to me.

For a second after he left, I was slightly nervous but my new instincts eased my worries. Wolves were meant to hunt in groups only with larger prey. For a wood like this, there was no sense to overcrowd things. If I had been human, the idea of hunting innocent animals would have sickened me slightly, but now I was a werewolf, I was excited by it, I needed to hunt, run free and eat my spoils with relish.

Running through the woods with all the sights and smells was the best feeling I had ever had. I yipped several times to let out my excitement and finally, I decided to find a place to hide. It was definitely harder than I thought, being as thought there were about thirty werewolves including myself in the woods.

Eventually, I managed to find a small hollow. After carefully checking for another scent or other signs of life, I decided to set up camp.

There was a large pine tree by the hollow so I cocked my leg and marked it with my scent. It took a while for me to feel comfortable enough to do it but eventually I relaxed and it trickled onto the bark with the pressure of a fire hose.

When it was over, I lay down on the bed of leaves and waited for Campbell's command. I heard several of the others running about the woods still looking for hiding places. A few tried to make my hollow their place but instinctively I growled to warn them away. Once they detected my scent and my warning, they left.

About five minutes later, a long loud howl echoed from the throat of Campbell. I took a deep breath and left my hollow. The hunt had begun.

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It suddenly occurred to me I had no idea how to hunt. Kicking myself for not asking Campbell or Doug about it, I decided the best way to learn was to try. Sniffing the air gently, I was overcome by the amount of smells I obtained and sneezed several times.

I wondered if werewolves blushed, because right now I felt more embarrassed than I had done in a very long time. I shook it off and finally, I managed to get myself walking in the opposite direction from where I came from.

Just at that moment, it started to rain. I whined in exasperation and shook my fur to get rid of the water but it was coming down too fast to make much of an impact. I gave up after a minute and charged through the woods in an attempt to keep myself mainly dry.

Sheltering under a fallen tree that had moss growing all over it wasn't glamorous, but until I got used to the rain I was going nowhere. Just as I had settled, I heard an angry buzzing noise and turning, saw I had nearly sat on a wasps nest. Thankfully the wasps didn't pay any attention to me but I left my shelter faster than I could think and barked to release the pent up emotions that came from the shock.

I happened to stop just in time because a white wolf went past me at an incredible speed. I didn't recognise him but I knew better than to chastise him. That was asking for trouble seeing as how I didn't know him on a personal level.

At that moment, a rabbit came out its borrow and ran by me. I picked up its scent almost at once and my instincts told me to chase. When I had let it get far enough away to be a challenge, I started to run after it. The rabbit noticed I was there within two feet and started to move as fast as it could.

For about thirty seconds, I seemed to be within good chance of catching it, but unfortunately fate took a hand. My back paw on the left tripped on a tree root and I feel muzzle first into the mud of the woodland path. The rabbit clicked with some kind of laughter from a safe distance and ran out of sight.

When I got up, I snorted in frustration. But before I could move, I heard a howl coming from just round the corner. Curious to see what the ceremony of the alpha eating first looked like, I sped ahead and came to where the noise had come from.

It was Hax who had howled. He had caught a rabbit. The same rabbit I had tried to catch, I could tell by the smell. But what was most surprising was that he was eating it, before Campbell had arrived.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Eating" Hax grumbled.

"But what about Campbell?"

"He won't care, I'm one of his favourites" he replied and continued eating his prey. Just then, Campbell emerged from the clearing. When he saw what Hax was doing, he snarled in anger.

Hax spun around completely taken aback.

"What did I say?" he asked Hax calmly.

No answer.

Campbell repeated himself three times, each time his voice raising in volume and the level of his patience decreased. Finally, he walked over to his beta and swung his paw at his face.

Three long cuts appeared on his muzzle and Hax whined, clearly begging for pity. But Campbell had none, an alpha couldn't afford it.

"Get out of my sight" he barked.

Hax left before he could say another word. Campbell turned to the prey and nibbled a piece of its foot. When he had swallowed it, he turned to face me.

"How you doing pup?" he asked.

"A little shaky but not bad"

Campbell nodded. Another howl sounded through the woods and he left to inspect another hunt.

A short while later, I had caught nothing and my stomach was growling. If I didn't eat something soon, I would go back to the rabbit Hax left behind, or eat a large breakfast tomorrow morning.

Eventually, I caught a rabbit. Purely by chance, I managed to chase it onto a straight path where I had the advantage. I pounced and slammed it against the tree where it splatted against the rock, breaking its neck and dead as a dead thing could be.

I raised my head into the air and howled. I waited but Campbell didn't come. For five minutes he didn't arrive. I tried twice more but it was no use, he wasn't coming. Not willing to risk what Hax had, I sniffed the air to find his scent.

A scent can tell you the direction a person is in, the emotions they are feeling and in rare cases, memories that are deep within their mind. After searching the area, I picked up Campbell. I ran in his direction but I was taken aback when I saw a crowd around him. They cleared aside so I could see what was going on and I gasped.

Campbell was feeding on something, as were Jenna and Drake. But what shocked me most was what they were eating.

It was Hax. And he was definitely dead.

For a second, I was paralysed, in both shock and disgust. They were eating another of their kind? The animal in me told me it was natural but the human half was stronger, at least at that moment. I turned on my heels and ran out of the woods, tears falling from my eyes. I reached the stream halfway between the woods and my car and stopped.

The tears fell on the water and made my reflection ripple. If they had been raindrops I would have thought they were beautiful but now, they only reminded me of the sight I had seen.

I heard a howl echoed through the woods. It was Doug, asking where I had run. I ignored him and continued to release my emotions into the glistening water. Eventually, I heard the pattering of wolf paws and turned to see him running full pelt toward me.

I growled at him to stay back. He ignored me and came closer. I barked and he still didn't stop. Eventually, I roared and ran away. He kept up with me with ease being the stronger wolf and pounced me to the floor, holding me down by the throat.

Eventually I calmed down and whined. He released me and I let him nuzzle me.

"Why did you run away?" he asked me gently.

It took a while to answer through my tears but eventually I did.

"You're heartless cannibals" I blurted.

Doug looked surprised.

"Why would you say that?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes the best I could in my new form.

"Don't play dumb, I saw Hax being eaten. Just for disobeying Campbell"

Doug realised what I meant and sighed.

"We didn't kill him Tay, we found him dead"

That was a surprise, my whole body stiffened. Even my tail stopped moving.

"What?" I burst out, a little more forced than I planned.

"We found him hanged, someone had set a trap" Doug explained.

Even though Hax had been annoying, he didn't deserve that. I suddenly remembered the fact he was being eaten and my temporary phobia of the pack returned.

"So why was he the main course?" My voice had a bitter quality that I did nothing to disguise.

"It's a mark of respect. Whenever a werewolf is killed by means beyond our control, we eat his remains to honour his memory"

"Did you eat?"

"No, I prefer not to if I can help it"

That was a relief. I just hoped Doug would never have to do it for anyone, or come to think of it neither would I. But the fact it wasn't senseless violence calmed me down somewhat.

"You ready to go back?" he asked.

"Sure" I replied and together we ran back into the woods, gently snapping at each other on occasion. After a quick sniff, we found Campbell and a few of the others had congregated a mile or so ahead.

We ran the entire way but came to a stop immediately once we saw what was happening. The pack was standing in a circle, and in the middle of the circle were Campbell, and Drake. The alpha was clearly furious with him, and judging by his scent, he had done something unforgivable.

"Why did you set the trap?" Campbell growled.

"He was competition. I wanted to be second in command, not that worthless sprig" Drake spat.

"He was your mate!" Campbell roared. "Why in hell's name would you do it now?"

"You have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette" Drake said.

He clearly felt no remorse for what he did. It was clear that he didn't feel anything for his so called 'mate'. I assumed imprinted and mate meant the same thing.

"Yes" Campbell snarled. "But what you did earned no respect. In fact, you don't deserve to have any respect from me or the pack"

Drake had been nonchalant before now, but now he looked slightly scared.

"Drake, your sentence is decided. For the crime of killing a pack member with no justifiable reason, I hereby take your life as punishment"

Campbell pounced forward. Drake tried to move but he couldn't. He was too afraid. The alpha’s claws slashed at his throat and his back as he landed on him. His blood spilled onto the floor and in a few seconds, Drake was unconscious.

Campbell raised his head and snapped his neck. The guilty werewolf went limp. In a second, I realised he was dead. Campbell shook his fur clean of the blood and looked around at his pack.

"Justice has been served. Do not discuss it" he ordered. And no-one did, including me. Because you didn't dare argue with an alpha, unless you wanted a pre-mature end. At least that's what I had come to realise.
Clearly Drake had overestimated his importance. And it cost him.

The alpha wolf raised his head and howled three times. The hunt was over. I suddenly remembered the rabbit but somehow I didn't feel hungry for it anymore. The shock of both events had directed my attention to another place.

The pack began to shift back into their human forms slowly and lay down together in small groups to sleep. I suddenly realised that I didn't know how to change back.

I walked over to the alpha and bowed in respect. He repeated the gesture so I felt safe to ask.

"I forgot to ask. How do I shift between?" I asked.

Campbell suddenly realised he hadn't told me. I could tell he found it both amusing and embarrassing at the same time.

"Just think of wanting to be human and will yourself to change back. Your body will shift after a few seconds. Same thing when you want to shift into a wolf"

Taking his advice, I willed myself to change. In a second, I was surrounded by a haze of heat and pheromones and I suddenly grew back into my human form. Checking myself over, I found no traces of wolf remained. What I did notice however, was that I was filthy and smelled of the wilderness. And not in a good way. I also felt slightly nauseous.

But I assumed that it was because it was my first time.

An idea formed in my head at the moment, I just get used to shifting otherwise it would be tricky if I needed to on a whim. I thought of being of a human and willed myself to change. After a few seconds, another invisible haze issued and I was human again. I laughed in victory.

"Nice shift" came the familiar voice of my lover.

"Thanks" I said and kissed him.

After meeting with Stephen and Kari, Doug lay down and I lay next to him. The change back had exhausted me more than realised so I forgot I hadn't eaten.

Within moments, I was asleep. And because I was so tired, I felt nothing but peace for the whole night long.

Free Story #11 - Foretold (Chapter 1)

After a brief delay, here is Foretold, the sequel to Guided.

This part contains more scenes of a sexual nature. So you can't say you weren't warned. :)

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If my life had been given a soundtrack this morning, it would have been Don't Stop Movin' by Five. I woke up today with this feeling, that better things were coming my way. In fact, that was the song playing on the radio when my alarm went off. Without looking, I pressed the mute button and got out of bed.

Yawning, I stretched and turned to face the window. Lying fast asleep on the other side of my bed was my very handsome boyfriend Doug. He was snoring as usual but I didn't have the heart to wake him up. After all, he was still recovering from the incident almost two weeks ago when he had died and come back to life.

Speaking of the incident; tonight was the night when at least part of my life would change forever. For those of you that don't know, Doug is a werewolf. And now, I am one too. Doug had bitten me. But only after some hesitation.

This was due to his ex-boyfriend almost killing us because Doug had accidentally changed him. After shooting at both me and his sister Jenna, he finally shot himself. Jenna had survived because she was a werewolf like her brother. The act of transforming me into a werewolf had returned me to full health. And given me a craving for undercooked meat. Which was not exactly a plus but an interesting addition.

It also meant that I was now immortal and could shift into a form that neither was human or wolf. It was the best possible combination of the two, combining strength with beauty. It reminded me, now I thought of it, of the drawings I had seen on deviantArt.

So now, Taylor Michaels, all around nice guy and supermarket clerk was no longer a human but a werewolf. How I was going to explain this to my family, especially my grandmother, wasn't going to be easy. But I knew that it had to be done.

Doug was going to come with me, so it would be a lot easier.

But I thought it would be best to show them after I had transformed for the first time. So I would be able to prove to them that it had happened. Not that they would have needed any proof, but so I didn't make them worried by botching up my transformation. My first was tonight when the moon came from behind the clouds.

It happened to coincide with one of my work shifts up at the pub. But thankfully Larry, one of the regular bar staff had stepped in for me. He completely understood my situation, due to the fact he was a wereleopard. Not by birth, but his girlfriend had bitten him about thirty years ago.

Unfortunately, she had been shot by a hunter and died. It took him a long time to get over her death, which he mostly spent on the mountains of Snowdonia. But thankfully, a local pack of wereleopards had taken him in and given him the therapy he desperately needed.

He was now married to the one who had saved his life, a young dual named Alexandria. In the world of were-animals, a dual was the slang term for anyone who was one of them. Alexandria was the daughter of the alpha, so it meant a lot of responsibility if he died. Meaning that Larry would automatically become the Alpha.

Larry had been only twenty five when he had been transformed so he stayed relatively the same age, as did most transformed duals. He had matured a lot in thirty years, but not enough in his opinion to take over. But respect and maturity had to be earnt, and I was sure it would be.

The first thing I had was make Doug breakfast. About five minutes later, I walked back to the bedroom was a plate loaded with a continental breakfast and a glass of orange juice. Placing it on the tray, I watched as he sniffed the aroma. Now I was a werewolf, I was beginning to smell things that I would never have noticed before.

Particularly, the stench of Doug's feet if he hadn't taken a shower. Doug blinked and he awoke. Seeing the breakfast, he got up and rubbed his eyes. He saw me smiling at him and he grinned back.

"You really mustn't spoil me you know" he said referring to the breakfast.

"I enjoyed doing it. Besides, I've already had mine"

"Really? Well would you fancy a bit of brunch?" he asked and looked down at his crotch area. I blushed when I realised what he was referring to.

But then again, who was I to refuse free sex?

Pulling back the covers, I saw his member was poking out of the hole in his boxer shorts. No doubt because he had been massaging himself during the night, it was already covered in pre. I leapt on the bed and turned myself round so Doug could unzip my trousers. He pulled out my own penis and started to suck it.

I started gorging, licking and moaning in pleasure, eager to please my lover. He repeated the gestures but with far more finesse than I could ever begin to comprehend. About five minutes later, we both came at exactly the same time. Howling with sheer ecstasy, we sucked each other dry.

When we were finished, Doug got changed into the clothes he had left on the floor whilst I carefully zipped up my trousers. Having seen There's Something About Mary, I was taking no chances.

"So, what are you up to today?" I asked my satisfied boyfriend as he scoffed down his breakfast.

"Got to meet Jenna to arrange where to meet tonight. Can't use the woods cause there's a charity camping trip there for a few days"

In case you don't know, Jenna is also Doug's alpha. That title used to belong to another alpha named Campbell but because Doug was exiled for loving a human, he had entrusted his trust in his sister. Campbell had eventually accepted both me and Doug, but only after I took a bullet for my boyfriend.

He had nursed Jenna back to health after she had been shot and because of this, the two had formed a friendship. And that friendship grew to such intensity that they fell in love. Now they were a bone fide couple and completely unashamed about it. Well Jenna was. Campbell was a little reluctant for anyone to believe he wasn't capable of emotion.

It made sense we would have to change location. Even though werewolves were forbidden to attack humans under any circumstance under pain of execution, we didn't exactly want to draw attention to the fact we existed. After a kiss and lick, Doug went out the front door and closed it behind him. As the song had predicted, better things were coming my way.

And I for one, wasn't going to miss a single moment of my new life.

About two hours later, the phone rang. It was one of my oldest friends. His name was Gordon McAlister, and he had been transformed into a vampire in a blood transfusion accident six weeks ago. Any relief or happiness I felt at hearing his voice was extinguished almost immediately by his words.

"Markus just called. He told me what happened"

For a moment I wondered what he meant. Then the shit hit the fan. I wondered how much my ex guardian had informed him about the situation but I decided to play it safe.

"How could you go and save the life of a mutt like that?"

"Didn't he tell you? That mutt as you called him is my boyfriend"

"You're dating one of those flea bitten mongrels?"

I sighed. He was one of those people.

"In case you haven't got the memo Gordy, vampires and werewolves aren't enemies. And anyway, why are you so bothered? It's not like you weren't shy who you shagged in college?"

He laughed a cruel laugh that had a dash of irony.

"This doesn't have anything to do with the old feuds. It's a personal dislike. I never liked dogs before I was changed and I don't like them now. So the fact you are dating one is a bit of a shock"

"Well I've got an even bigger shock for you. I am one now"

The line went quiet for a minute. Then when he spoke, he was choked with both shock and hatred.

"You let him bite you? Why in the world would you do that?"

"It was either that or die"

"I'd have picked the latter if I were you"

That hurt. Big time. If the words had come from anyone else but a friend I would have shrugged them off. But not this time.

"Oh would you. Well the next time, I'll let you know!"

I hung up and placed the phone back on the receiver. So now not only was my friend a racist bigot, he was suggesting I was better off not existing because of my new status? Well screw him; I didn't need friends like that.

Just then, my mobile rang. Thinking it was Gordy again, I walked over in a huff but when I picked it up, the caller ID said it was Campbell.

"Hello?" I said after pressing to accept the call.

"Hey kiddo, big night tonight" Campbell's familiar tones echoed.

"No shit, I'm itching all over" I laughed.

"You'll get used to it in time. But anyway there's something I wanted to tell you about tonight. I won't lie; it's very painful the first time"

"Like dentist painful or paper cut?"

"More like getting your nails pulled out with a pair of tweezers"

I gulped. Only out of reflex than actual fear.

"Don't worry; we'll be there by your side. All the way"

"Thanks Campbell"

Just at that point, the doorbell rang.

"I'll say bye for now. Doug will tell you where we are meeting tonight"

"Ok, see ya later"

I hung up and went to answer the door. To my surprise, it was Arc. He smiled in an embarrassed manner and walked in. Arc was the boyfriend of my witch roommate Zoe. He was also a shapeshifter that liked to take the form of a common tabby cat.

"Sorry Tay, forgot my keys again"

"You should put a bell on them" I joked.

He got the reference and rolled his eyes at the obvious pun. He went into Zoe's bedroom and came out with his keys and his jacket.

"Thanks again Tay, see ya later"

Before I could say another word, he had left.

Well that was new. I had felt happiness, anger, surprise and humour in the space of half an hour. It was like every emotion in the world had decided to make an appearance. This was slightly odd, but understandable given that I was still mostly human.

Before I could think or do anything, the door opened once more and Doug came in. He was carrying a map under his arm and had a contented expression on his face.

"Found the place" he said and placed the map on the table.

I walked over and looked at the map. After looked around, I saw the place where Doug and Campbell had marked. It was just outside a wood about a mile from the flat.

"And you're sure it's safe?" I asked him.

"Perfectly, only riff raff would go there at night" He replied.

"That makes me feel wanted"

For a second he thought I was serious. Then, the sarcasm hit home. He walked over and licked my face. I repeated the gesture and after a second we had another trademark kiss.

After the moment passed, I walked into my bedroom and looked at the notice board where I kept my photos. For a moment, I looked over each of them in turn, and smiled.

Free Story #9 - Guided (Chapter 9)

Sorry about the long delay but I have been stuck with uni work all week!

As a gift and an apology, I am uploading the final two parts of Guided today. Then later on today, I will upload the first part of Foretold, it's sequel.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy it.

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For a moment, shellshock was prominent in my thoughts. Then, just at the moment subsided; my phone rang. I answered it with a slightly shaking hand.

"Hello?"

"Tay, its Stephen. Doug's been shot"

As soon as the reality of the words kicked in, I started to panic.

"Where?" I said urgently.

"In the alleyway"

Stephen's breath was quick and fast and he was deep in shock.

"I've called Jenna but he's been saying your name"

I dropped the phone in shock and ran out the door without a coat. About half a minute later, I arrived at the alley. There was Doug, covered in his own blood and clutching his arm.

"No!" I yelled and ran over to him.

He was limp and the blood was still flowing from his arm. Only twenty minutes before, he was completely unharmed.

"Who did this?" I asked.

"That would be me" A cold voice said aloud.

I spun on my heels and turned to face a man in his early thirties, he was carrying a small handgun in a hand that was obscured by a leather glove. Judging by this, the man must have been allergic to silver. This made him only one thing. Well one of two but the one was more likely.

Looking back at Doug, I saw his wound had healed. But he still looked drained from the sudden loss of blood. He looked up at me then at the assailant, as soon as he did he gasped. The next word to come out of his mouth was both expected and the last thing I thought I would hear.

"Gregory?"

"That's right Douglas. Been a long time hasn't it?" The man said in the same cold voice as his first sentence had been in.

He laughed slightly and took a few steps closer to his former lover.

Stephen stepped between the two and growled. Gregory didn't move, he only smiled.

"Unless you want to end up in the hospital again mutt, I suggest you back down now"

That was a shocker. I had assumed that Campbell had injured his son, as apparently had Jenna and Doug. Bit since they hadn't made contact as I knew, we had never thought to find out. Stephen whined and backed against the wall. Without thinking, I took his place.

"And you must be the chew toy" Gregory laughed.

"The names Taylor, and I'm no-one's chew toy" I spat.

"Sure, he said that to me decades ago. But he had to go and bite me and turn me into this"

Gregory didn't seem too cut up about it now, but the scarring clearly present on his face indicated it had taken a long time to reach the level of thinking he was on.

Just at that moment, Jenna came round the corner followed by Campbell. It was strange to see them together but they were clearly focused on other things than each other. They both looked amazed at who they saw.

"Well well, here comes the cavalry" Gregory said.

"Gregory? But how?" Jenna gasped.

"Well after your brother bit me, I ran off scared beyond all doubt. But I managed to regain my peace of mind and now I'm back to make sure that he gets his rightful reward for ruining my life"

He pointed the gun towards Doug and everyone in the alley excluding him took a sharp intake of breath. But he didn't shoot. For a minute everyone calmed down but then he spun the gun around and shot Jenna directly in her left leg.

She screamed in agony and fell against Campbell. He held her upright and gently pressed her wound. The bullet had gone straight through and was now lying motionless in a small puddle of rainwater.

"First your sister, then you" Gregory snarled.

He pointed the gun directly at Doug and fired. Without thinking, I leapt into the air in front of him.

The bullet went straight through my chest and I slumped against the nearest wall. Campbell, who had been attending to Jenna turned when he heard the bullet being fired and saw the whole thing.

Campbell was suddenly speechless. A human had saved the life of a werewolf. In all his life, no human had ever shown that kind of selflessness before.

He suddenly realised how jaded he had been and maybe he should have given me and Doug a chance.

But being the strong masculine leader that he was, he realised that it was more important to extinguish the threat first.

A few seconds after I fell to the floor, Doug let out a grief stricken yell.

Before anyone could move, he transformed into his wolf form and howled with sheer rage clearly present in every decibel.

He ran directly at Gregory and slammed him against a row of dustbins. The gun flew from his hand and landed about five feet from Campbell. However, the gun was the last thing on anyone's mind.

Doug grabbed Gregory by the scruff of the neck. But unlike with Arc, there was no mercy.

"Any last words?" he growled.

Gregory burst into hysterical laughter, well as much as he could with a paw over his voice box.

"You've grown a backbone in a few decades" he finally said.

"And you're not the man I fell in love with" Doug growled in reply.

Before either of them could move, Campbell lay Jenna on the ground gently and transformed into his wolf form.

"Get back" he said to Doug.

But before anyone could move, Gregory kicked Doug in his private area causing him to whine and drop his prisoner. The newly free werewolf ran over to his gun. But instead of pointing it at Campbell or Stephen, he pointed it at himself.

"I may not have killed Doug, but at least I killed his new love" he said and without another word, he shot a bullet directly through his heart.

Gregory fell to the floor, it was clear that he had died instantly from the injury.

The gun fell on top of them and being silver, it melted when it touched his skin.

"Ouch" said Stephen.

This left Campbell and Stephen facing each other for the first time since he had left. At least I thought so. But there were another two matters to deal with at this matter. Me and Jenna.

Doug ran over to me and licked my wound gently. Tears were starting to fall from his wolven eyes and they landed on my rapidly bleeding chest. My breathing wasn't the best either and I coughed up blood more times than I cared to count.

Campbell walked over to me in human form and patted his former beta on the shoulder. Doug was so stricken by grief that he didn't even notice.

The alphas voice seemed to be shaken by an emotion I had never heard before. Was it compassion?

"Maybe I was wrong about humans. At least this one" he said to himself.

Campbell rubbed his hand over Doug's shoulder. The wolf began to gently whine with grief. After a few seconds, a weakened but healed Jenna walked over to our group.

"Thanks for looking after me back there" she said.

Campbell turned to face her. He was obviously blushing but he tried to talk like he wasn't.

"You'd have done the same for me" he said. Jenna smiled and gently punched his arm.

"I mean it Campbell. All these years I never thought you would. And yet you did"

The two looked at each other. Then before anyone could move, Jenna drew closer to him, and embraced in the strongest kiss I had ever seen. Stephen looked completely bemused.

After it was over, the two sighed.

"I thought you'd never do that" Campbell said.

"Consider it a thank you" Jenna smiled.

Stephen walked to Jenna and gave her a hug. After it was over, Campbell walked over and the two shared an awkward silence.

"I'm sorry I left" Stephen said finally.

"It's me that should apologise" his father answered.

"Why, you did nothing wrong" Stephen replied.

"Because if I hadn't had been so pig-headed, you wouldn't have left"

The two were silent for a second, and then shook hands. The family bond was now repaired. But there was something else to be settled.

I coughed and wheezed once more. The attention of the whole group was drawn back to me. Campbell turned to face Doug once more.

"Doug, you can save his life. You know what to do"

He did know what to do. But after what had happened, would he do it? I suddenly realised what he meant.

The only way I could heal from this injury was if Doug bit me and I became a werewolf.

A tense silence followed. My boyfriend finally walked up to me and leaned over toward my ear.

"Taylor, do you want me to do this?" he asked.

I was scared, but I wanted to live. There was so much I wanted to do, things I wanted to see. I didn't care if I lived forever or that I could change into a supernatural creature, all I wanted was my life back.

And I wanted Doug to be in that life, for better and for worse.

I coughed once more and after gaining all the strength I had left, I nodded quickly and with determination. It took a while, but Doug opened his wide wolf mouth. Campbell placed my left arm into the gap between his massive teeth and after another brief pause, his teeth clamped down.

The pain went through me like a muscle spasm but I kept myself together until the worst of it had passed. Doug released his teeth from my arm a second later and it was carefully lifted onto the floor. Then from sheer exhaustion, I exhaled sharply and fainted.

Free Story #7 - Guided (Chapter 7)

Another sex scene in this part. Just so you know :)

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After the brief visit of my friend, I resumed sitting down in front of the TV. Watching a program on how to fix a kitchen sink wasn't my idea of fun. So I tuned it to an episode of True Blood. Looking at the handsome figure of Alcide Herveaux, I smiled and thought I had finally found one that was mine and mine alone.

A couple of hours later, there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peep hole, I saw Doug standing there for the second time in the space of a few hours. He was looking at beautiful as ever and I could smell more Calvin Klein all over him.

I wondered if he used the Calvin Klein to block the smell of wolf from humans around him as he would probably set off a few hormones with his transformations. Sometimes he did use the spray and sometimes he didn't. Maybe it depended on how long he stayed in his other form or maybe he forgot to buy a refill. I opened the door and embraced him in a big hug. He accepted the embrace and hugged me back.

"That was quick" I joked.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did" I replied and licked the side of his face which he repeated with great finesse.

After another mind-blowing kiss, we stood admiring each other again for a moment. Turning off the TV, we went into my bedroom.

When I closed the door, I stripped down to my pants and went to grab my boxer shorts. Doug didn't turn away as I got changed and a few seconds later, I was wearing them. Doug didn't have a pair of boxer shorts I let him borrow one of mine. As we got into my double bed, I found it very strange to have someone in bed with me.

It was like finding out you have a spot or a hair in an unusual place, it wasn't painful but it was slightly different. We turned to face each other and licked each other once more.

"So how was the meeting?" I asked.

"We transformed, went for a hunt, then I came here" he explained.

"Did you get anything?" Doug looked surprised at the question but gave me an answer.

"No, we don't generally eat anything, we just hunt for fun. If we did kill animals we'd have to find a new place to live every time because of people trying to find us"

Doug gently nibbled my ear and I returned the favour. He then started rubbing against me like a dog pleading for attention. I suddenly realised that he was practically begging for release. So, I would have to help him out else I would have a hyperactive lycan in bed all night. For a minute, I smirked to myself thinking some people have to walk a dog; I have to shag a werewolf.

"Okay then, on you get" I said and pushed back the duvet so Doug could get on top of me.

Thirty seconds later, Doug was erect and inside me. It didn't feel as uncomfortable or painful like the first time. But oh my god, it felt just good as he thrust inside me and stroked my own erection. After a few minutes of this, I felt the same feral pleasure kick in again. The second time it wasn't so intense but it was still very potent. So I moaned and moved in perfect sync with him in order to keep myself intact. Five minutes later, I felt myself give in to the waves of pleasure and came.

I let myself go all over his chest with a yell of pleasure. He rubbed it into himself and thrust faster until a few seconds later when he howled with ecstasy and let himself go into me. After we cleaned up, we snuggled under the duvet and within minutes, we had both fallen asleep.

The next morning, I woke to find myself alone. Not as surprised as I could have been I went to the kitchen and found a note on the fridge. I read it as if it was a shopping list, but my face dropped from a look of mild interest to a look of deep horror and disgust.

Hey Taylor,

Stephen was found seriously injured last night. We have gone to the hospital to get him checked over.

I love you

Doug

There were no pictures of the injuries attached to the letter. I grabbed a few microwave sausages out the fridge for my breakfast, set the timer on the oven and closed the door.

When it was just about edible, I got them out, placed them between two slices of buttered bread and went to sit down at the sofa.

Being very cautious about where I put my feet was a priority because my body was shaking with anxiety. Although the fear was found less, I found myself wondered if my sense of gravity and balance would betray me at any instant. Just as my rear touched the sofa, the doorbell rang.

Awakened from my worrying about Stephen, I went to the door and opened it cautiously. It was Jenna; she was wearing the same clothes from that last time we met and looked as though she hadn't slept a wink.

To be honest, I would have been the same if I had known about the situation.

But being not of pack, so to speak, how was the knowledge supposed to reach me?

"Come in" I offered and Jenna sat down on the sofa.

There were several minutes of silence and when I offered to give her the sausage sandwich as sustenance she refused with a gently shake of her head.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"He's going to be fine" she replied after a minute or two.

"We had to give him some of our blood. Just to ensure that the healing process accelerated fast enough for him to survive. I just don't understand why Campbell would want to do this to his own son"

Her words seemed to come not without effort, and it caused her to breathe excessively. I could tell that giving her own blood had caused mental and physical side-effects but common sense dictated that speaking of these would be facetious to say the least. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her for comfort. Being almost a stranger to me didn't matter, she needed comfort and I was the only one here. She looked at me with tears starting in her eyes. I stroked her hair gently and she gently sobbed into my chest.

"Jenna, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't suggested it then this wouldn't have happened"

It was my turn to be on the verge of sobs. Jenna however, seemed to have got some of her old confidence back.

"It's not your fault; it was our choice to become a pack. Now Stephen and Doug are with me, there is nothing to stop us being who we are"

In that moment, I felt as a great cloud had been lifted from my mind. As if the forgiveness alone had freed me from my inner torment.

That of course and Jenna's reasoning was right. I didn't force them to do it, they did it themselves. The doorbell rang again ceasing my inner monologue once more. Jenna gave a look at me and I nodded.

She went over to the door and looked through the hole. Smiling with delight, she opened the door and found Doug standing there with an almost fully healed Stephen in tow.

His blond hair had been stained with his own blood but it didn't matter for now. The most important thing was that he was alive and nothing could overtake that at this moment in time.

I smiled at Stephen and he smiled back. Even without being able to know his thoughts, I knew that he didn't blame me and neither did Doug.

Doug kissed and licked me. He looked so relieved that his pack mate was alive that I repeated it without hesitation. He'd been through enough without causing me him unnecessary grief. For a second, no-one said anything and eventually Jenna and Stephen went into the bedroom.

"How are you doing?" I asked. It was a stupid question I knew but it was the only one that seemed right to say.

"Not too bad. Bit drained from the blood loss but nothing a good steak won't cure"

I wondered if he meant raw or cooked but decided that asking would have seemed a bit intrusive and maybe even a little bit racist. Was it possible to be racist to a werewolf? I assumed so seeing as how you could be to other minority groups.

"I thought only vampires give each other blood?" I asked him with a curious tone in my voice.

"We only use it in life threatening circumstances. The hospital staff didn't even realise that we had because Jenna was able to stall them in the hospital using her magic"

For a minute there I had to do a double take.

"What?" I asked him.

"She's a half werewolf. Her mother was a witch and her father was a werewolf"

"So she's your half-sister?" I asked him.

"In a way, but she still feels like a full sister because of the wolf connection and now that's she's my alpha, the connection is even stronger"

I knew that he didn't mean incest but still, the fact of growing stronger through a blood bond was a little bit weird even for me. But I reminded myself I saw supernatural occurrences nearly every day so it was time to let things be.

I wondered why Jenna had seemed different to the others and why she wasn't part of the pack that Doug and Stephen used to belong to.

Maybe Campbell didn't like witches as well as humans.

I wondered at that moment if it was true hate or if he simply didn't want to trust them. Stephen and Jenna came out of the room with relief written all over them.

Clearly the fact that it happened had shaken them up but they had decided that now no-one was bonded to Campbell's pack, it was better for everyone.

A loud barking brought me to my senses and looking down I noticed that all of three of them had shifted into wolf form. I smiled in spite of my own surprise and took them to the woods in my car so they could enjoy themselves.

Watching them play and hunt was fascinating and for a second, I almost felt like singing 'Part of your World' from The Little Mermaid.

As much as I loved being human, part of me longed to belong to a pack like them, run wild and play with no real responsibilities.

In fact a few lines of the reprise did slip through my lips. The bit where Ariel is sat on the rock watching Eric after she has saved his life. About half an hour later, they ran back to me panting and indicating toward the car. It was about seven o'clock and already dark, so hiding them wasn't going to be a problem.

I got them in again somehow and when I got back to the flat, they shifted back into human form. They washed themselves over then Jenna and Doug left because they had to go to work.

Jenna worked in a small fashion shop just in the middle of town according to her brother. Stephen stayed behind for a second which surprised me slightly.

"Aren't you going back home?" I asked.

"My dad threw me out because I left his pack" he replied.

"I'm so sorry" I said.

Stephen smiled and looked at me with an expression that seemed to say it was fine and not to worry. It was then that I made up my mind. We had a spare bedroom for guests and seeing as how Zoe didn't have anyone over, I offered to let him stay for a while if he wanted to. He looked at me with a hint of surprise.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. It's the least I can do" I replied.

A broad smile of gratitude went across his face and he embraced me in a hug. I found it hard not to push him away because we weren't that close. But I felt like he needed this, so I let him continue until he was ready to let go.

"I'll go and get my stuff from home. Dad's away on pack business so it should be alright" Stephen said and in a moment, he had gone.

As I tidied up the room, Zoe came back with Arc in her arms. She looked as though she had seen a ghost which was unusual for her.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Arc isn't what we think he is" She gasped. I looked down at the cat but in a flash of energy, the cat was gone replaced by a very tall twenty year old man wearing nothing by his birthday suit.

"Taylor, I'm not just a cat, I'm a shape-changer"