Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 00:01:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Teague teague <teague1007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Werewolf and Son Chapter Three

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Werewolf and Son

By Teague



CHAPTER THREE



Chase woke up in his bed. The light from the sun poured through the open
bay window and warmed his bare skin. He couldn't remember a more perfect
sleep. He felt refreshed and invigorated; his body strong. His Father's
thick arm was wrapped around his waist and his powerful body was pressed
against his back.

They were both naked, a thin sheet covering them up to the waist. Chase ran
his hand over his Father's hairy forearm. The blonde hair felt silky under
his fingers and but the muscle was hard. His Father was perfect in so many
ways; the ultimate man. Of course the whole Werewolf thing was pretty cool
too. He wondered what his friends would think if they saw his Dad.

He felt the warm breath from the man blowing gently on his neck. His Dad
was crouched down, wrapped around him, his nose buried in his hair. Chase's
memory of last night was sketchy. He remembered running. He loved to
run. He remembered catching his Dad in the woods and the surprised look on
his face when he did. He remembered the massive clawed hand that replaced
his Father's arm when he demonstrated what a Werewolf looked like. And he
remembered something else...his uncontrollable desire for his Dad.

His hand gripped his Father's arm possessively as he thought about it. The
big man stirred.

"You awake tiger?" his deep voice whispered.

"Yeah"

Michael hugged his Son's small body tightly and kissed the back of his
head.

"I'm starving"

"Me too!" Chase replied.

"Side effect of the change. Makes us eat like horses"

Chase thought for a moment and said. "I didn't change did I?"

Michael nuzzled into his Son's dark hair. "No tiger, you didn't. I told you
I wouldn't let you"

"But you changed?"

Michael took a deep breath through his Son's hair, enjoying the smell of
the boy. "After I put you to sleep I changed"

"You can do that?" Chase remembered dropping into a dark hole right after
he came. "You can make me sleep?"

"I can do all sorts of things. I'm a Werewolf" his kissed Chase's head and
moved down to the boy's neck. Chase sighed and tilted his head back for his
Dad's mouth and spread his legs apart for the man's big hand.







Silas was driving over to Michael's farm. He had to see the boy for
himself, and then he would know the truth. What he was about to do was
dangerous for various reasons. The Alpha was not to be toyed with, he was
far too deadly an opponent. Silas was an Alpha himself though, and more was
at stake than one boy. If this child was Michael's son, it could change the
pack dynamic drastically.

As he drove he saw the carnival setting up a few miles away in an open
field. As usual it brought hundreds of people and his pack loved to move
through them. The young girls were almost too easy to manipulate. His
handsome, athletic boys were oozing with sexual energy and the human girls
fell like dominoes before them.

So far his pack was the largest in the area. He had twelve boys, four girls
and six men with him. Two women served as matrons for the pack. Female
Werewolves were rare but coveted. Every pack had them. The men protected
them with their lives if necessary. Especially the young ones. Silas had
more of them than anyone. Breeding with them was essential for pack
survival. It took a strong woman to survive having sex with a Werewolf, but
sex was an essential thing for them. It helped to tame the desire that
built up in them. If it didn't have some release, people would get
hurt. Fighting in the pack would ensue and humans could die as a
result. Werewolf women were a must.

Forty minutes later, Silas drove up the long road to Michael's house and
pulled his truck to the side. He climbed out and saw Chase immediately. The
boy really was small. His black hair was in stark contrast to Michael's and
his skin was fair, not tanned. The boy wasn't from here.

"Hello" he said.

Chase looked around, not seeing his Dad. "My Dad's in the field. He'll be
back soon"

"You're Dad..." Silas repeated softly to himself. He approached Chase and
he knew the truth instantly.

"I know your mother" He looked the boy over from head to toe. "Her name
was...Helen" Silas sniffed the air, taking the boy's scent in. Chase took a
large step back.

"Who are you?"

He didn't feel right. The man's eyes were like his, but different. He was a
wolf Chase was sure. The man was older. He had dark hair with gray at the
sides. He was built big, with thick muscles and broad shoulders. He was
smaller than his Dad, but not by much. But there was something else,
something mean about him. Chase felt threatened.

Silas grinned at him, an ugly twist of his mouth that hovered between a
snarl and a smile.  "You change yet boy?"

"Get away from me!"

Michael dropped from the sky between them! Chase jumped back in surprise
and Silas crouched down in a fighting position, his attention completely on
the boy's Father.

Words came later. A massive growl erupted out of Michael's mouth and made
the dirt between him and Silas blow out in a cloud. Silas took a step back.
Chase saw his Father's hands. They were clawed! Not like that night in the
woods though, only the hands were affected. Sharp nails gleamed in the sun
and his fingers were splayed apart in anger. The muscles in Michael's back
rippled under his shirt and Chase moved away, not wanting to be part of the
fight.

Silas's hands changed also, matching Michael's. He crouched lower though
and instinctively Chase knew why. He was weaker than his Dad! Chase could
feel the power! It was raw, and poured from his Dad like the ocean. Chase
felt fear for the first time when he looked at him. He wouldn't have
thought it possible. He moved to the side of the barn and huddled against
the wall in fright.

Michael moved forward, forcing Silas to move back and away from Chase. He
didn't have to look back to see where his Son was, he could feel him
through his power. He growled again, his teeth coming out and his eyes
blazing with blue light. Silas growled back, but it was more for show than
anything else.

Chase watched intently for a long eternal minute before Silas's eyes moved
to the ground in submission. He swallowed in relief. His Dad moved a step
closer to Silas and the man's hands reverted back into human form. He
placed them on the ground and waited. Michael gave another roar for good
measure and slowly stood upright, his hands changing back as well.

"You dare approach my Son without my permission!"

Silas looked over to Chase for a moment. "I came to see you Michael. I
heard about the boy, it was simply a matter of bad timing"

"Don't...lie...to...me!" Michael roared. "You know perfectly well were I
am, just like I know where you are Silas!"

Silas turned up his hands in defeat. "I only wanted to see the child. I was
told he was your son...I just had to see it for myself"

"Your sight is a gift God gave you...and one I can take away!"

Silas nodded and bent his head. "We are not enemies Michael. Must I remind
you of that constantly?"

Michael took a large step forward until his chest was inches from
Silas. "Your boys are spying on me now?"

Silas shook his head. "They saw him with your wife" He looked over to
Chase, still pressed against the wall. "He shouldn't be out without
protection. The pack should be near him"

"Whose pack Silas?" Michael barked out. "Yours? Mine? I have no pack! I
don't need one. Or do you need another reminder of that?" He looked over
the scar on Silas's neck. A wound from a fight the two of them had years
ago.

"You're not alone now Michael. A small wolf needs more attention than even
you can give. I have many at my command. Let me help you"

Michael took a moment. Silas was right. Chase had already been spotted by
the wolf pack and he hadn't even changed yet. What kind of attention would
he draw once he took wolf form?

Silas saw his opportunity and pressed forward. "Two...three at most. Let
him meet the pack"

Michael looked over to Chase. He held out his hand. Chase stood up and ran
over to him and Michael's arm wrapped around him. "This is Silas. He's a
Werewolf, like us"

Silas balked. "Well, not like us. At least not yet. You haven't changed
have you little one?"

Michael understood the implication even though it was lost on Chase. He
flashed his glowing eyes at Silas in warning.

"His change will come when the time is right. Until then he is under my
... considerable ... protection"

"Of course" Silas bowed and looked at Chase. "I have some boys that want to
meet you. Your part of a bigger family now. Think of them as, older
brothers"

Chase looked up at his Dad but he was looking at Silas intently.

"Bring them around tonight. No more than three" He watched Silas nod and
added, "You don't need to return. They can come alone"

Silas didn't look happy about that. He hesitated for a moment and then
said, "Of course you will treat them gently? They are, after all, doing you
a favor"

Michael leaned in. "I would never threaten a child Silas" he mocked Silas's
behavior. "That would make me a monster"

A small smile creased Silas's face. "Of course Michael, what was I
thinking?" He nodded to both of them and walked back to his truck. Michael
didn't let go of Chase until the truck was out of sight.

"What was that?" Chase asked.

"Nothing good Son. Nothing good"





DeMarco saw the whole thing. Michael's power was astounding. He saw the
Alpha run across the field and leap over a barn to get back to his
Son. Never had any Werewolf exhibited that kind of raw power before. And in
human form no less! He had no doubt Michael would have killed Silas if
provoked enough.

Things had now changed. More beasts were involving themselves in DeMarco's
affairs and he wasn't happy about it. The lesser beasts would have to be
dealt with. He couldn't focus on them and the Alpha.

He needed his own army.





Three teenaged Werewolves showed up at the farm that night.

Chase was in the loft and saw them approach on foot. They looked strong,
the sort of boys that got whatever they wanted. They made it to the
driveway before they stopped. A big blonde boy who could have easily passed
for Michael's own son looked up at Chase. He smiled and waved for him to
come down. Chase slowly nodded and moved down the stairs to the first
floor. When he walked outside he noticed that the boys didn't move
forward. He stepped toward them and halted in surprise when all three began
to shake. Chase felt it a moment later.

The air had become thick like a blanket was thrown over his head. He heard
the front door open and turned to see his Father coming out, straight for
the boys. He had nothing in his hands, no weapons, his fingers normal with
no claws, and still the boys trembled.

As Michael moved forward a low growl escaped his throat. The two boys who
flanked the blonde teenager were affected most. The first was a large boy
with cropped brown hair and a rough looking face. It wasn't so much that he
was ugly as out of place with the others. The blonde boy was drop dead
handsome and the one next to him, equally so. Regardless, all three looked
down at the ground as Michael approached.

He moved up and sniffed at the first boy. Chase saw him grab the blonde
boy's wrist for support. No one moved otherwise.

"Anthony's boy..." Michael said, more to himself than anyone else. "I
didn't think he was man enough to have a son" He looked at the boy, daring
him to disagree.

The teenager turned his head away from Michael and didn't rise to the bait,
much to his credit.  Michael moved behind them and went to the blonde boy
next. He sniffed his neck. "I don't recognize your scent. Half-breed?"

The blonde swallowed and said softly. "No sir. I've been here since I was
little"

In reality Michael did know who he was. He knew all the Werewolves in the
area. But he was testing them to see if they were stupid enough to stand up
to him.

"I'm Sean" he finished.

"Did I ask you your name?" Michael bumped his big chest into the boy making
him stumble forward. He bent down and sniffed his neck again. "I barely see
your power. Have you even changed yet?"

The boy said nothing, which was good because Michael had already moved to
the last one. He was taller than the others but more slender. He had brown
hair and the start of beard stubble that probably took him a month to grow.

"Jacob's boy" Michael said quickly. "I'd know that stench anywhere!"

The boy lowered his head and dropped his arms to his side, his whole body
trembling in fear. Michael moved in front of him and bent down to look him
in the eyes but the boy turned his face away, not daring to make contact
with the big man. Michael seemed satisfied and went to the blonde
next. Like his friend, the boy looked hard at the ground.

"You have something to say punk?" Michael clenched both hands into fists.

"No Sir!" the boy's voice broke apart. Then something very stupid
happened. The first boy, the one built bigger than the others, made a
mistake and looked up at Michael. Michael's arm flashed in a blur and he
backhanded the boy across the face. He lifted off the ground and landed on
his back, his hands clutching his face. Michael's eyes never left Sean, who
stood perfectly still.

"Still nothing?" Michael goaded him.

"No Sir!"

Chase couldn't see it but he felt the change. The thickness in the air
increased tenfold and all of them were forced to the ground to their
knees. It was as if an invisible hand pressed down on their shoulders and
pushed them against their will. The first boy stayed on his side, not
bothering to get up. Sean was at eye level to Michael's crotch.

"If anything happens to my Son, because of you...or from you...you will BEG
me for death" He reached down and took Sean by the back of the head and
forced his face up. Sean refused to look Michael in the eyes. With speed
that defied belief Michael bent down, extended his teeth and wrapped them
around Sean's neck.

Sean was trembling but otherwise held still, doing nothing to provoke
further anger from Michael.

Michael waited a brief moment, not breaking Sean's skin with his sharp
teeth. The boy was good. Silas must be proud of him. He released him and
stood up, his heavy bulge inches from Sean's face.

"You smell that?" he asked, already knowing the answer. These were
Werewolves after all, but young ones with a fraction of the power that
Michael had.

"Yes Sir!" Sean replied.

"And what is it you smell?"

"The Alpha!"

Michael's eyes flashed in acknowledgement of the boy's words. The glow
bathing them like the sun.

"This is your ONLY reminder!"

Michael turned to Chase and smiled at him, holding out his hand. Whatever
power was in the air evaporated. He walked over and took his Dad's strong
hand.

"These boys belong to Silas. They're here to show you around. It's
important they know who you are" he looked at Sean. "So no mistakes are
made that would cause a drop in the Werewolf population"

Sean didn't take the bait but the message was clear.

"Get up!" Michael growled. All three boys did as they were told and
continued to look at the ground. A large red welt appeared on the first
boy's face but he said nothing. Michael walked behind Chase and nuzzled his
Son's neck, kissing it at first and then licking it. Finally he gently
sucked on Chase's ear before kissing the side of his face. His big arms
were wrapped around the small boy and squeezing him tenderly.

Sean was the only one who glanced up to watch but the others knew exactly
what was going on. The Alpha was marking him.

Michael pulled back and patted Chase on the butt. "Have fun and I'll be
nearby if you need me" He walked back into the house and no one but Chase
watched. Once the door closed all three boys looked up at Chase at the same
time.

"I'm Sean" The blonde said. They each took a deep breath and regained their
composure. He waved to the big boy next to him, the one that got hit. "This
dumb fuck is Bart" And he nodded to the taller boy. "This is Jason" Sean
turned his attention to Bart. "You have a death wish all of a sudden?" Bart
looked down at the ground as he rubbed at his face. Jason reached out and
shook Chase's hand.

"I'm Chase"

Sean grinned at him with a beautiful set of teeth. He was so handsome Chase
almost forgot the last few minutes.

"Yeah, we got that part of it!" he laughed and shook Chase's hand
too. "Come on lets hit the woods before Bart pisses his pants"

"Fuck you, you didn't do anything either!" Bart countered.

"Because he doesn't have shit for brains!" Jason answered and wrapped his
arms around the boy in a big hug. "Rockhead!"

Chase liked them. All of them. It was easy to tell how close they were with
each other. Sean came forward and put one arm around Chase's shoulders.

"Bart here isn't known for his smarts" he winked at the small boy. "Mom
dropped him a few million times on his head" he laughed and Chase laughed
too. Even Bart laughed.

They walked into the field to the woods and Chase asked why his Dad didn't
know about them if they lived so close. This made Sean laugh.

"Oh, he knows us alright. He knows all of us, and believe me, WE know HIM!"

Sean looked at Chase and waited. The boy's face didn't change and it made
Sean stop walking. "Oh my God. You don't know do you?" he asked. Chase
frowned.

"My Dad's a Werewolf" he stated as his answer. All three boys looked
dumbfounded!

"Dude!" Jason said, and Bart put one hand on the back of his neck to
support his head, showing his surprise.

"No, no Chase!" Sean said touching his chest. "We are Werewolves" He
pointed at Chase. "You are almost a Werewolf" He waved to the house a good
quarter mile away. "Your Dad is an Alpha!"

"An Alpha?"

Bart and Jason both opened their mouths in shock. "DUDE!" They both said
simultaneously.

Sean blinked hard a few times. "Chase...your Dad is like...well...like
royalty. He's a prince, a king!" Chase just looked at him, not knowing what
to say. "He's an ALPHA WOLF!" Chase still didn't understand. Sean took in a
breath. "HE'S THE FUCKING HULK!"

Chase's eyes lit up and Sean looked at the other two boys. "The Hulk he
knows!" he shrugged in frustration. "Chase, your Dad can't just beat any
other Werewolf; he can kick the living shit out of them! He's the ultimate
Werewolf!"

"That man that came earlier...Silas?"

Sean waved him silent. "Yeah, yeah. He's an Alpha too, but not like your
Dad. Silas in an `alpha' but your Dad is a big, dick swinging ALPHA!" Sean
grabbed his crotch and squeezed it to make his point.

Chase laughed.

"No one! And I mean NO ONE, wants to fuck with your Father!"

Chase looked back at the house and smiled proudly.

"Now that that's out of the way, let's get something straight. We're here
to introduce you to the gang, get you acclimated to the pack. But you do
what I say because if you get hurt, my head is gonna be stuck to a pole in
your driveway, and I'm far too handsome for that!"

Jason and Bart coughed in mock disgust while Chase laughed.

"Hey fuck you two!" Sean said to his friends. He turned to Chase. "You like
to run?" Chase nodded. "Well let's see it little brother!" He waved to the
open field and Chase took off. He heard Sean whistle. "Not half bad. Let's
go boys!" And with that, all three raced after him. Sean caught him first
and moved alongside. He grinned and his eyes flashed green. His body seemed
to stoop slightly downward as if he changed somehow and he ran off ahead
with blazing speed. The other two followed, leaving Chase behind.

Chase laughed and bent his head down and poured on the speed. They made it
to the woods before him, but not by much. His eyes instantly adjusted to
the dark and he saw them weave around the trees. Chase was having the time
of his life.




DeMarco sat high on his perch with Patrick by his side. "Like him?" he
asked watching Chase follow the others.

Patrick nodded. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck him silly!"

DeMarco laughed and watched Chase intently. "He's the key to killing the
Alpha"

"What of the other wolves?"

DeMarco shook his head. "They're nothing. I'll deal with them in due
time. You worry about the child"

Patrick ran his fingers through his curly brown hair. "When's the play
date?"

"Soon. The carnival will start in a few days. I want him to see you there"
He looked over to Patrick. "Wet his appetite"

Patrick grinned. "What about his Father? Won't he be there?"

DeMarco looked down at the wolves. "I'll deal with that"





The boys could all leap. Even Bart who was bigger than the others could do
it. Sean came up to Chase and told him to watch carefully. He ran a few
feet away and leaped high into the air, touching a tree branch before he
came back to the ground. He looked at Chase with a grin.

"Now you try it"

Chase licked his lips. The branch was way out of reach for even a grown
man, but Sean had done it, so why couldn't he. Chase mimicked the older
boy's moves and leaped into the air. His hand reached out but he began to
fall back to earth right away, not coming close to the branch.

"Maybe he has to change first?" Jason asked Sean. "Do you remember being
able to jump before you changed?" Sean and Bart looked at each other and
shrugged.

"Don't remember"

Chase tried it two more times.

"Well, he can run real fast" Jason offered. He picked up a rock and hurled
it as far as he could. The rock sailed like a bullet through the air and
hit a tree truck way off in the distance. "How's your strength?"

Chase picked up a rock. He cocked his arm back and threw it with all his
might. It went as far as expected for a fourteen year old boy. The three
older boys watched it fall to the ground.

"Well, he can run real fast" Jason said again.

Sean turned to Chase. "It will come to you. Don't worry. You need to change
first"

"Does it hurt?"

Sean shook his head. "Nah. It's scary the first time but after that it's
pretty cool" He looked at the other boys and grinned at Chase. "Wanna see?"

Chase nodded excitedly. Sean pulled his shirt off his back, showing off his
large muscles, his chest and arms were smooth. He kicked off his shoes and
unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down and stood naked in front of
Chase. He was beautiful.

Sean belonged in a magazine with oil all over his body. He was the whole
package, looks, body and brains. The other two boys watched him and Sean
looked up into the sky, holding out his arms.

His body changed right before Chase's eyes. He became thicker, bigger. Hair
formed on his flesh and his fingers became thick claws. His handsome face
changed too. His mouth pushed outward and became filled with teeth. It took
all of a full minute for the transformation to be complete. Even in this
form, Sean was beautiful. He stood upright and playful growled at Chase,
holding out his hands in a mock threat.

Chase couldn't take his eyes off him. Seeing Sean naked first had an effect
on Chase that he couldn't hide. The blonde boy was hot.

Bart and Jason started to undress. Chase looked at each of them as they
shed their clothes. Like Sean, they both faced Chase when they were
naked. Bart especially waited for Chase to look him over, his big dick
hanging low between his legs. Then they changed.

Now three Werewolves faced him. Sean moved up to Chase and lifted his arm
up carefully with one clawed hand. He placed Chase's hand on his furred
chest and Chase took the hint immediately. He started to stroke the silky
fur on Sean's new form, loving the way it felt on his skin. Sean made a
muscle and Chase's small hand gripped the solid bicep with awe. Bart moved
forward and pushed Sean out of the way. He offered his bicep to Chase and
growled when the boy squeezed it. Jason moved forward but Sean blocked his
way.

They were fighting for Chase's attention. Bart growled in approval and
snorted at Sean as Chase admired his body. He placed himself between Sean
and Jason so Chase couldn't see them. Chase ran his fingers into Bart's fur
and felt the hard muscle of the boy's chest. Bart pushed one of his hands
down until Chase found his big dick. He growled playfully as Chase squeezed
it and opened his jaws up and bit lightly as his shoulder. Chase laughed as
Bart's rough tongue tickled his skin.

Bart stood up and flashed his big teeth at Chase as the boy continued to
hold his cock. Sean's clawed hand came down on the back of Bart's head
making him duck and pull away from Chase. Sean pushed Bart back with both
hands and growled.

Jason barked and nodded to the woods. He took off in a run and Sean
motioned for Bart to follow. Chase looked up at Sean. The boy's eyes were
still the same he noticed. The Werewolf took him by the arm and gently
pulled him along. He released him and started to run slowly away. Chase
understood and took off after them at his full speed. Sean growled happily
and ran alongside him.







Michael sat in the loft on his Son's bed with his eyes closed. He used his
power to keep track of Chase. The others had changed, that much he knew,
but Chase remained human; not that he had much choice. Michael reached out
and felt the joy his Son experienced with the older boys. He could tell
Chase was infatuated with them. That was no surprise, the boys were sent by
Silas for a reason. The trick was changing their allegiance from Silas to
him. Michael didn't think that would be a problem. He only needed one of
them.

He felt a shift in his power. A crack. The boys? He wasn't sure. He rarely
let any wolf on his property or even near it for that matter. They all knew
to avoid him. But there was something there. He was concentrating on his
Son so hard, he almost missed it. It was two miles or so away. What is it?
It was near Chase and the boys. Or was it from the boys? Michael couldn't
tell. He opened his eyes and realized he was standing up, fists ready and
growling.

Whatever it was, the beast in him didn't like it.







DeMarco grabbed Patrick by the arm and lifted him up. "HE KNOWS!"

"WHAT?" Patrick asked in surprise. "We're miles away!"

DeMarco flew into the air towing Patrick behind him. He couldn't change
into a bat without dropping his Thrall. Changing into an animal had a way
of masking his presence to a Werewolf. To them it was just another animal,
but in human form ...well.

Patrick clung to him tightly as the treetops fell below them. Did the Alpha
truly have that much power?






Sean stopped running. He turned to make sure Chase was nearby. He looked
into the woods and howled. Chase stopped with him, his face flush but
happy. Sean changed back into human form and stood naked in front of him.

"Are you alright?"

Chase nodded, not understanding the question. The older boy looked over his
shoulder and the others came back, still in wolf form.

"Did you two feel that?"

The wolves looked at each other and started to shake.

"No!" Sean barked out. "Only you Jason!"

Bart stopped shaking and moved up to Sean while Jason reverted back to
human form. The change to human took almost as long as the change to
Werewolf.

"What?" Jason asked.

"You didn't feel that? We're not alone" He looked to Bart who immediately
began to sniff the air in all directions.

"The Alpha?" Jason asked. Sean shook his head but moved to Chase. He
sniffed the boy's upper body.

"No, it's not him" he turned to Bart who was starting the change back to
human form. When it was complete he shook his head at Sean.

"Dude, all I can smell is the Alpha all over him" He pointed to Chase. Sean
looked around and put his arm around Chase.

"Let's get him back. I don't like it here" He looked at the smaller
boy. "You get on my back, and you two follow behind, I want the whole area
scoped out!"

All three changed back into Werewolves and Chase climbed up on Sean's
back. His arms hugged the hairy animal as Sean began to leap and run back
to the farm. Bart and Jason flanked him as they looked into the woods all
around for danger, but nothing happened.






Michael blocked their way, their clothes at his feet. Sean moved up and
carefully let Chase to the ground, making sure not to look into the Alpha's
eyes. They changed back and reached for their clothes, none of them moving
near Chase.

"I felt something in the woods" Sean said as he pulled on his jeans. "I
don't know what it was; it was only for a moment"

Michael said nothing. He hugged Chase and looked past the trees in
thought. He took him by the hand and began to walk back to the farm; the
three boys quickly followed behind.

They moved in silence until they came to the house. Chase said his goodbyes
to them and Sean told him about the carnival coming up. "We can all go, if
it's alright with your Dad. We'll have a blast. You can meet the gang!"

Chase nodded and the boys bowed low before the Alpha. "Sir" Sean said and
walked backwards away from the big blonde man in reverence. About a mile
from the farm, safe from earshot of the Werewolf, Jason turned to Sean.

"Someone should tell him. Before he meets the others"

Sean shook his head but Jason looked at Bart for support. "You gonna
volunteer?" Sean said sarcastically. "Maybe he'll put his arm around you
and say `Thanks Jason' I had no idea my Son was gonna cause me problems"
Sean hugged Jason in demonstration. "Then if you smile real wide, maybe he
won't rip your head off and kick it across his farm!" He turned to Bart and
pushed him. "Here Chase, feel my big dick!"

Bart laughed. "Hey he wanted it! You could feel it too, that's why you
flexed for him!"

"I didn't put his hand around my dick and let him play with it!" Sean
countered.

"That's because your dick isn't as big as mine!" Bart took Sean's hand and
put it between his legs. "Is it?" He made Sean squeeze it. "Huh? Is it?"

Sean grinned and shook his head. "No, it isn't"

Bart put one arm around Sean and hugged him. He took his hand away and
noticed that Sean gave his big dick one more squeeze before he pulled
back. He leaned in and gave Sean a kiss on his face. "Don't be jealous. You
can play with it anytime you want!"

Sean cuffed Bart and then Jason on the back of the head gently. "You two
keep this up and old Sean here is gonna need two new friends!"

"I'm just saying is all" Jason replied, moving his body to collide with
Sean's. Sean pushed him playfully back. Bart jumped in and lifted Sean up
by the waist and ran a few feet with him before throwing him in the
air. Sean landed like a cat and ran away, the other two in hot pursuit.

The wind ran through is blonde hair as he heard his two best friends
chasing after him. But Jason was right and Sean knew it.

"Someone really should tell the boy" he thought to himself.






Michael lifted Chase in a big hug and nuzzled his small neck with his
face. It was midnight and Wendy and Emma were already asleep.

"Is everything alright Dad?"

Michael kissed his face. "Of course it is. Did you have fun with them?"

"Yeah, Sean is pretty cool. He says you're the Hulk!"

Michael grinned. "They're just boys" he said, trying to lessen the
comment. But Chase pressed further.

"He says you're stronger than anyone"

Michael threw Chase high in the air and caught him with both hands, holding
him high above his head. He turned around the room slowly so Chase spun in
a circle like a propeller. He laughed with his Dad.

"I am strong!"

He dropped Chase and caught him in his arms, cradling him like a baby. He
kissed at the boy's face. "I love you tiger"

"I love you too Dad"






Michael trained Chase for the next few days. They ran in the woods and
practiced jumps. Chase seemed to excel greatly in running and Michael knew
his time was coming. The change would take hold of his Son soon.

Sean, Jason, and Bart came over each day and spent more and more time with
Chase. They watched from a healthy distance as the Alpha worked with his
Son and traded off with him every few hours when it was allowed. Having the
powerful Alpha so nearby was having an effect on the boys, especially
Sean. Bart continued to bow low whenever Michael came close, but he stopped
trembling in his presence, which for Bart was a big step.

Sean seemed to swim in the Alpha's power, running close to the man in the
woods and crossing playfully to the other side from behind him. Even in
human form the man was more powerful than all of them together. He ran
alongside his Son, easily keeping up with the teenage boys. None of them
moved close to Chase or touched him unless directed by the Alpha. Michael
wore only jeans and a tee shirt, his feet bare as usual when in the
woods. Chase was fully dressed, not yet used to the hard ground.

They found a jutting rock in the woods and Michael told Sean to move
it. Sean looked at his friends for a moment and moved forward, wrapping his
clawed hands around a big section. He squatted down and heaved with all his
might. The rock trembled and the ground gave up and inch or so of the
boulder. Sean couldn't move it anymore. Michael looked at Jason who quickly
looked away. He wasn't as strong as either of his friends and Michael
didn't embarrass him by calling him out in front of them.

"You" he said, pointing to Bart. The bigger Werewolf moved forward and
knocked Sean playfully out of the way. He tilted his head back and growled
and took hold of the rock in his thick hands. Much more of the stone came
out of the ground but the earth held a steady grip on it refusing to give
it up. Bart let if fall back in frustration. He tried two more times.

Michael smiled at Chase. "See how strong a Werewolf can be?" Chase nodded
his head and Michael moved forward with a wink. Bart jumped away and all
four boys watched as Michael, in human form, took hold of the rock with one
hand. He squatted down and the muscles in his back rippled with power. The
rock was ripped from the ground! Heavy amounts of earth poured inside the
newly formed hole and Michael grunted loudly.

The rock rolled up and flipped over. He wiped his hand off on his jeans and
grinned at Chase.

"It even makes you stronger in human form" He looked at the Werewolves and
all three of them became suddenly busy with other things in the area. Chase
laughed and Michael made a muscle with the arm that lifted the
boulder. "Hulk smash!" he grinned. The love Chase had for him literally
oozed out of his body. The Werewolves shifted uneasily from foot to foot at
the display of raw power.

Michael pulled Chase on his back and told him to hold tight. "You can't
hurt me, so hold me as hard as you need to" He looked back at the
teenagers. "Keep up!" And with Chase on his back, Michael took off in a
blazing fury of speed. The stunned wolves looked shocked and bolted after
him.






After the boys left the farm Chase couldn't help but stare wantonly at his
Father's big, sweaty body. The man's shirt was soaked and his jeans, as
usual, were tight around his powerful legs.

Michael felt his Son's desire and his beast stirred within. The boy's gaze
washed over him like heating lamps on his flesh, and the Alpha came
awake. He reached out and took Chase by the hand to stand under the window
to the loft. He took him by the waist and heaved him up in the air.

Chase sailed like a light stone up to the second floor window and
instinctively dropped inside, landing perfectly on his feet. He was getting
used to jumping. A second later his Father's massive body flew into the
room and landed beside him, the floorboards creaking with his heavy
weight. As he stood up Chase's eyes went right down between his legs to the
thick bulge between them.

"You were great today" Michael said truthfully, unable to ignore what his
Son was so focused on. "You're taking to this far quicker than I thought
you would" He made no attempt to hide his physical desire for the boy but
instead pushed his hips out slightly to draw attention to his crotch.

Chase swallowed. He was close to his Dad and the heat from the man's
muscled body was getting too him. "You were incredible" He looked at his
Father's hard biceps. "You really showed them up with the boulder. Even in
human form you were stronger than they were" His eyes ran down the veins on
his Dad's hairy forearm. "With one hand no less!" Chase felt his pulse
quicken and he felt warm all over.

Michael's big dick thickened up between his legs and throbbed before
Chase's hungry eyes. The boy was doing it again. His lure was calling to
the beast deep inside Michael. His Son was pulling it out like he did so
many times before and Michael was losing his ability to maintain
control. It was becoming harder to keep his attraction for Chase in check
and he knew why. Chase was becoming stronger himself and his wolf was
crying out for the Alpha's attention. The taste of his Son's cum flooded
into his mind as he remembered the boy's powerful orgasm in the woods. He
became hungry for it.

He stepped forward. "Nothing will touch you as long as I live" It was
intended to come out as protective, letting Chase know how much he loved
him; but it was actually the Alpha that spoke instead. Michael meant to say
`harm' instead of `touch'. The possessive nature of the beast was in
control and it meant every word of it. Nothing would touch Chase if it had
anything to say about it...and it usually did.

Raw desire came out from the Alpha and washed over the dark haired boy.

That was it. Chase reached out and ran his small hands up his Father's
mighty chest. It felt like stone under his fingers. He couldn't fight his
need for the man any longer. His lungs filled with the incredible scent
that came off his powerful body and Chase wanted nothing more than to swim
in it. His Dad reached down and lifted him up by the legs, wrapping him
around his waist. Chase's legs clamped down and squeezed his frame as their
mouths came together hungrily. He sucked deeply on the warm tongue that the
man pushed roughly into his mouth and he moaned contently at finally being
able to taste him.

Michael hugged Chase close to him as they kissed; his big dick raging
inside his pants. He gently moved his Son down until he literally rested
against it. He wanted the boy to feel it. He wanted him to think of nothing
else.

The stunt with the boulder had a purpose. He wanted Chase to focus on him
and not the others. There was a problem with Chase and Michael would have
to deal with it sooner than later. Having Silas in the picture changed
things and moved priorities around.

Werewolves were by nature, animals...very strong, hard to kill and
territorial animals. For them, it was all about dominance...dominance in
all things, social, political, and most importantly, sexual. From the
beginning of time dominance has best been displayed through the taking of a
mate; and taking a mate away from someone else; someone weaker. Werewolf
packs lived on a hierarchy of command, strongest to weakest.

Chase was the weakest wolf but Son of the strongest. Added to that, Chase
was gay. This was the biggest problem of all and Michael knew that every
Werewolf would sense it.

Having sexual attraction was a big problem for Werewolves, who usually let
the animal in them decide the outcome. This was why there were few females
in a pack. It took a strong Alpha to keep order so the wolves wouldn't
fight to the death over the right to mate with her. Females were encouraged
to have sex with multiple wolves in order to keep the peace and this was
something most would do anyway. The desire for children overcame any
inhibitions they had. The more sex they had, the greater the chance of
bearing offspring.

Having someone like Chase, a weaker wolf, show desire would cause them to
fight for his attention. It made no difference that they weren't gay
themselves, that was irrelevant. It was all about the need to be desired,
to show that they were wanted above other wolves. This is why Bart moved
Sean out of the way and wanted Chase to feel his muscles. He wanted the boy
to desire him more than Sean, to show dominance over others.

But Michael was an Alpha and he marked Chase with his scent for a
reason. It was to remind the others who truly possessed the small
wolf. Crossing him would mean instant death and he wanted that to be
foremost in their minds when they were alone with his Son. He needed Chase
to cast his desire for male contact toward him and away from the other
wolves. Order must be maintained. And although that was true, there was a
deeper truth. The wolf in Michael wouldn't have it any other way. He was
the most dominate animal around, and if the boy wanted sex, the beast in
Michael, was only more than happy to give it to him.

He moved his mouth down to his Son's neck and began to kiss and lick at it
as he moved to the bed. Chase was biting at his shoulder hungrily and he
could feel his Son's cock pulsing against him.

"Dad" he moaned, his black hair brushing Michael's face. A deep growl
escaped his throat before he could help himself. The beast was coming out,
as if the child commanded it.

"I can feel you" he said to Chase. "I feel your eyes all over me. I can
smell your sweat" Chase bite down hard on his shoulder cap and Michael's
dick almost tore out of his jeans. With amazing strength, he ripped the boy
off him and threw him on the bed. He grabbed his own shirt and tore it from
his body, the think fabric shredding apart like paper. He saw Chase's eyes
run over his bare chest.

Then the child did a bad thing. He licked his lips.

Michael's eyes flared with bright blue light. His primal desire to mate
with Chase took hold of him and he growled for attention, casting his power
out toward his Son. Chase didn't back down, he pulled off his own shirt
instead and fumbled to remove his pants. Michael watched impatiently as his
Son worked out of his clothing. He reached down and rubbed his bulging
crotch as he stared intently at Chase, who finally threw the last of his
garments aside. The boy crawled quickly off the bed and dropped to his
knees.

He gripped his pants and pressed his face against the thick mound between
his Dad's legs. His Father reacted with an approving growl, thrusting his
hips out at his Son. He felt the boy's mouth open and his teeth bite at his
big dick. He grabbed the back of Chase's head and pulled him against his
bulge, wanting to feed it to him.

The air was thick with the sexual energy the Alpha gave off. Chase's lust
was like fuel for the fire that seemed to multiply the big man's power
tenfold.

Chase's tongue lapped at the thick denim fabric and he tried to tear it
open with his teeth. The smell from between his Father's legs was driving
him mad. He never wanted anything more in his life and any other thought
was purged from his mind. The three sexy Werewolves that Chase had spent so
much time with were nothing but a fleeting glimmer in the back of his
memory, so far away; they may as well not have existed. He moaned against
the heavy meat, so close but yet so far. He became frustrated and for the
first time in his life, he growled.

Michael heard the sound and his dick jumped between his legs. Like a
child's first words, the proud Father was there to witness his Son's beast
coming to the surface. He let the boy work at his thick bulge for a moment
and then pushed Chase away by his head. He sprawled on the ground and
instantly moved to get back up when the Alpha's supernatural muscle flared
up.

Intense invisible power seemed to push at Chase and keep him on the
ground. He looked up into his Father's glowing eyes for a brief moment
before he was compelled to look away. The incredible will of the man was
too much to take in. His Dad pointed to his feet and Chase was allowed to
crawl over to them and wrap his arms around his Father's legs. His mouth
began to lick at one bare foot and his mouth watered at the taste.

The Alpha pushed Michael's control aside and gazed down at the boy licking
his feet. He watched intently as he moved from one to the other and his
dick was turning to stone at the sight.

Chase lapped at this Father's big feet submissively. He didn't care what
part of the man he touched as long as he could touch him. His tongue licked
at the flesh as his hands ran up his Dad's muscles legs. Chase was almost
on his stomach, the force his Father exerted on him was intense. As the
long minutes past he felt the man's power shift and the weight on his
shoulders left and Chase knew he was now allowed to kneel again. He lifted
slowly up, just in case he was wrong, but the pressure didn't come back. He
now faced his Dad's bulging crotch again.

Michael reached down and unsnapped his pants as his Son knelt before him
looking like he was dying of thirst. He tugged down the zipper and pushed
down his jeans until his big dick sprung out and slapped Chase in the
face. The boy's mouth was already open and trying to catch the fat shaft
when the Alpha once more sent out his power. Chase instantly responded and
closed his mouth, hunching down with his head bent low. Michael growled as
he finished pushing down his pants and stepped out of them.

He kept Chase at bay until he was ready. He stood before him completely
naked and ran one hand threw the child's dark hair. It was thick and silky
like he knew it would be. His big dick bobbed in the air and Chase looked
up sheepishly at it. The Alpha relaxed his power and Chase moved back up to
face his big prick.

The Alpha snarled once, letting the child know to settle down. The amount
of lust in the room was palpable. Chase looked up at him and his eyes told
the Alpha he understood. He opened up his mouth and Michael felt his Son's
lips wrap around his heavy dick for the first time. The beast let out such
a low growl the floorboards shook.

Chase's mouth exploded with the flavor of his Father's big cock. His saliva
overflowed and ran down the enormous shaft that was stuffed in his
mouth. His tongue lapped at it and his lips gripped it possessively as he
sucked his Dad's dick for the first time. His dream of being with his Dad
was finally happening and he didn't have to look down to see his own cock,
hard as steel and begging for attention.

He wanted to look up at the man but was afraid. He didn't want his power to
push him away again, especially when Chase finally had what he wanted for
so long. But as his mouth sucked at the hard flesh his courage built
up. Chase slowly turned his eyes up to his Dad.

The man was so powerful. Chase could feel it in everything. His massive
muscles and rock hard body called out to him with desire and he gazed right
into the man's eyes. They glowed. Chase's mouth clamped down and he began
to nurse on the mighty prick. His Father's eyes did something
unexpected. They began to pulse in rhythm to Chase's sucking!

They were connected like never before. He could feel his Son's body like he
possessed it. The boy was so small, so hungry for him. The Alpha felt the
hard tug at his dick as the boy's mouth sucked deeply on it...submissive,
and on his knees. The beast was extremely pleased. This is how it was
supposed to be. The child was giving himself freely to him, like he
should. When their eyes locked Michael finally found his voice again.

"Suck it!"

Chase moaned at hearing his Dad's words and his cheeks sunk around the
delicious meat in his mouth. He wanted to tell his Father how much he loved
him and how much he wanted this, but that would mean he would have to stop
sucking his Dad's big dick...and that wasn't going to happen. Instead he
wrapped his hands around the massive shaft and gripped tightly. He moaned
loudly and attempted to swallow his Father's sweaty cock.

The boy choked on his dick and the Alpha smiled. He nodded and let out a
slight growl, wanting Chase to try again. He did. The beast felt the boy's
throat attempt to open and engulf the massive prick that swelled between
his legs. But like the first time, he failed. He coughed and spit dripped
from his mouth and his eyes watered with the effort. The Alpha's dick
seemed to grow a little larger in response.

Chase's fingers couldn't get all the way around his Father's cock
shaft. The man was just too big. His mouth was open to the limit, but in
the end, there was only so much of it he could take, no matter how hungry
he was for it.  But the man was watching him and Chase knew what he
wanted. He tried to swallow him again.

He coughed so hard the big dick left his mouth. Tears streamed down his
cheeks as he stuffed it back inside again. The Alpha smiled at him.

"Just suck it boy" his deep voice commanded and just like that Chase did as
he was told. He stopped trying to do the impossible and simply sucked the
fat head of his Dad's big dick. The man laughed gently down at him but
Chase knew he wasn't trying to be mean. His handsome face told him
everything he needed to know. This was his Dad! His very own Father! Chase
stopped being afraid and felt the man's love wash over him. He lifted
himself a little taller than before and stroked the throbbing shaft in his
hands.

For the next ten minutes Chase was allowed to make love to his Father's big
dick with his mouth.





DeMarco watched from far away. Was the beast actually going to give in to
the boy? Maybe he was weaker than he believed. More the better, he
thought. He could strike earlier than expected.

The boy was small and sucking the massive dick between his Father's legs
was proving to be a problem. It didn't matter, DeMarco knew. The child just
needed to drink the Alpha's thick cum for the bond to take hold. Once
complete the man would seal his life force with the boy's. For a Werewolf
this meant many things, mostly it was a statement of total devotion. But
for an Alpha Werewolf it was a way of marking his conquest fully. Through
his seed and willpower, every other Werewolf would know who Chase belonged
too. Right now that feat was accomplished by scent alone. But that wouldn't
be enough, not for a weak wolf like Chase.

And DeMarco knew the Alpha had another goal, getting his Son to change for
the first time. If the bond between them was made at the same time, it
would be so much more powerful and the Alpha could control his Son's change
fluidly. The Alpha had already drunk from the child and used the one way
connection to keep track of the boy's body, gauging his condition.

But the moon would be full soon and the power of the Werewolf would be at
an all time high. That would be the perfect time to bond with the child,
assure his smooth transition to beast, and mark him for eternity as the Son
of the Alpha Wolf.

But as DeMarco watched he had his doubts. The man was losing control and
enjoying his Son's mouth far too much. If he let the boy drink now at his
heightened state the bond would take place before the change and he
wouldn't have as much control. Right now Chase was still human and any bond
made would be from human to human. The Alpha only had one chance to get it
right.

He used his supernatural vision to watch the boy closely. The Alpha's
massive prick gleamed with the boy's spit but the vampire saw no signs of
cum. The Alpha had not orgasmed yet, although the boy's efforts were
proving difficult to ignore. The large man shifted from foot to foot as he
watched the child suck on him. Even from where he sat over a mile away,
DeMarco could feel the power ebbing off the Alpha Wolf.

He never had that trouble with Patrick. The boy was a far better cocksucker
than young Chase but DeMarco never lost control. He dictated when he came,
when the teenager was fed and for how long he was allowed to suck on
him. That was the difference between him and the beasts. To DeMarco it was
a weakness, one he intended to exploit.

If the bond between Father and Son occurred during the boy's change DeMarco
could use it to destroy the Alpha by enthralling his child instead. But the
bond needed to be made when both were animals. If it happened earlier and
DeMarco struck, it was possible the Alpha could break free by simply
changing into a Werewolf. This was a risk he was willing to take because it
was unlikely that the Alpha would have another child anytime soon. If the
wolf came now, so be it!





Michael looked down at his Son with clouded vision. The boy was so
beautiful and the pleasure he created was travelling like waves up his body
and making his mind unfocused.

"Chase" he managed to get out as the boy's mouth worked at his well-sucked
cock. He reached down and ran one hand across the child's perfect skin. It
was soft to the touch and it made the hair on his forearm stand on end. He
took a fistful of hair and gently pulled his Son away. Immediately he felt
the change in the air. The boy's protests reached him through his power
even before his face changed at the loss. Before Chase could speak Michael
pulled him back and began to rub his hard cock all over his face.

Chase breathed in the heavy scent of his Dad's big prick and balls and
pressed against them, attempting to transfer as much of it to his own body
as possible. He lapped at the large, hairy balls whenever he was able,
moaning lustfully the entire time. The sweat from his Dad's body tasted
like the sweetest honey and Chase couldn't wait to drink the man's cum.

Michael pushed the Alpha back with extreme effort. He couldn't give in. Not
yet. He reached down and lifted Chase to his feet. He turned him around and
pushed him to the bed, forcing him to lie on his stomach. Chase immediately
lifted his ass into the air. Michael didn't know if his Son had ever been
fucked, but right now that didn't matter. The boy wasn't able to make
decisions for himself. The power of the beast made sure of it. That was the
whole point of being an Alpha...control.

As he started to move closer he noticed a puddle of white cream on the
floor. Chase had cum! It must have happened while he was sucking his big
dick! He reached down and ran one finger through it and brought it to his
mouth. He shuddered at the flavor of the pure seed and swallowed it
hungrily.

He quickly moved behind his Son and spit in his hand. He ran it up the
boy's smooth ass pushed a wet finger inside. Chase groaned in pleasure.

"Please Dad" the boy begged him. Michael put his heavy cock against his
Son's ass and slowly stroked it up and down between his soft cheeks. His
dick throbbed as he lined it up and began to push it in.

Chase cried out in both pleasure and pain as his Dad's massive prick began
to open him up. The pressure was getting intense but he didn't want him to
stop.

The Alpha felt the boy's discomfort and he cast out his power. It washed
over Chase and instantly he began to relax. Michael's big dick sunk past
the tight muscle and a good two inches thrust inside Chase making him groan
in pleasure. He took hold of the kid's hips and began to fuck him.

"You like that Son? You like my big dick?"

Chase moaned loudly and he pushed back against his Dad. Michael leaned over
him and held himself up by his thick arms. He smiled at Chase. "Who's your
Daddy boy?"

And with that Chase came!

His hard dick shot for the second time in so many minutes. He couldn't get
over the intense power that radiated from his Dad. He threw his head back
and moaned loudly as he came and the Alpha watched him intently, biting
down gently on his shoulder as he did.

As soon as Chase unloaded the Alpha did the unexpected. He willed the boy
down and watched as his Son slumped to the bed and closed his eyes moments
later. He continued to thrust steadily inside him for a few minutes, moving
his big dick in and out of Chase's ass. He wanted to cum so bad but he knew
he couldn't. It would be so easy, just to let go, but his desire to fully
bond with the boy would have to wait.

He pulled out his throbbing cock and stroked it over his Son's prone body.






DeMarco watched from his perch as the Alpha stroked his huge prick with one
hand. It took only a moment before he saw huge amounts of white cream erupt
from the man's heavy cock and rain down on the boy below him.

"He's stronger than I thought" He watched as the Alpha finished and shook
the last of his cum on the boy. He left for a moment and came back with a
towel to clean Chase up. He couldn't afford for the boy to get any of his
cum yet, DeMarco knew. It wasn't the right time.

But it would be very soon. And he would be ready.









When the night of the carnival arrived the whole family was excited. Emma
spent most of the day telling Chase what rides she was going on. She didn't
remember going the year before but she pointed at the flyer, filled with
images of massive rides, as if she did. Chase promised to go on any ride
she wanted much to her extreme pleasure.

They piled into the car, taking blankets and food just in case they wanted
to sit outside and look at the carnival lights from the field nearby. Chase
watched the trees move past as they drove. The farm was far away from
everyone else and he knew it was going to take a while to get to the
carnival.

About halfway there something happened.

Michael felt it run through his mind like a rake through sand. He pulled
the car over and sat very still while Emma, Wendy and Chase waited. Emma
was the first to speak up but her mother quickly covered her mouth and
turned to Chase to motion for him to be silent as well. About three minutes
past by before Michael did anything.

He turned to Wendy and then to Emma. "I'm going to meet you at the carnival
in a little while. I want you to go with your mother and brother and wait
for me there"

Emma just looked at him, not sure what to say. He turned to Chase and told
him to look after his little sister and do whatever Wendy said. Then he
kissed her on the mouth and told her to drive away. He got out and waited
until she took his place in the driver's seat. He smiled to Chase and Emma
and patted the top of the car until they left.

He turned toward the woods, and his eyes began to glow. It was getting
late; the sun had maybe another forty minutes or so left before it dipped
below the ground. He began to run past the trees, his nose sniffing at the
air until he found what he was looking for...the smell of human blood.






Chase, Wendy, and Emma parked at the carnival. Light and sounds of rides
and laughter filled the air. Emma squealed in delight as she bounded from
the car, forgetting her Dad wasn't with them. She grabbed Chase by the hand
and pulled him along. Wendy assured Chase that his Dad would be alright and
it was best to do whatever he said.

Once inside they hit the first four rides in quick succession. Wendy
thought it best to distract little Emma until her Father could arrive, and
Chase agreed. She knew her Dad was a Werewolf but she had never seen him
fully change.

Sean, Bart and Jason were there and even though Chase wasn't introduced to
everyone, he knew they weren't the only Werewolves in the area. They nodded
to Wendy and said hello to Emma. Wendy thought it would be a good idea if
they went off on their own for a while so she could get something to eat
with Emma. Chase was made to promise that he would return to take her on
the Ferris Wheel in an hour and he had to cross his heart in a vow of
extreme trust before little Emma would allow him to leave. Sean laughed
from behind her as the ritual took place.

Bart was the best at throwing baseballs at their targets. He won the
biggest prize and carried it around proudly as all the girls looked on and
cheered. The feeling of sex was in the air and Chase could feel it with his
newly born abilities. The girls were attracted to the Werewolf boys like
flies to honey. But Chase wasn't interested in them. He would rather watch
Bart heave the big hammer over his head in an attempt to ring the bell at
the top. The boy's heavy biceps flared out with each swing and Chase gazed
at him appreciatively. This wasn't lost on Bart who flexed and winked at
him every few minutes, soaking in the attention.

Jason and Sean meanwhile were almost beating the girls off in droves as two
or three would tangle themselves up in one of the boy's arms lovingly. Sean
was by far the most popular boy Chase had ever seen. Bart came over and
wrapped an arm around Chase and grinned.

"Like that huh?"

Chase smiled back and Bart pulled him to a haunted tunnel ride nearby. He
told Sean to wait for them and threw him his stuffed animal prize to
hold. Once in the dark, Bart pulled Chase too him and put his hand between
his legs.

"Why don't you play with that" he said in Chase's ear and grinned when the
boy's fingers began to rub at his thick bulge. "You ever think about
sucking me?" Chase didn't answer but when a light flared up Bart could see
he was blushing. "It's alright Chase. I don't mind" The ride took a list to
one side and then quickly righted itself. The small car pulled up to the
end but they had to wait a moment for the car ahead of them to unload. Bart
asked him again. "You think about it?" This time Chase nodded. The car went
forward and they had to get out. Bart pulled Chase in front of him and
pressed his dick against the boy's ass. He leaned down and said, "We'll
have to find some alone time"

When they came out Sean immediately looked between Bart's legs at his
bulging mound. He rolled his eyes up and threw his stuffed animal at him.

"Here Romeo! Looks like you'll need this"

Bart grinned and shrugged his shoulders but used the prize to cover his
condition up.

Chase left for a few minutes to grab a drink and on the way back decided he
would try his hand at the baseball game as well. No one was around to see
him, so he didn't feel any pressure. He paid, picked up the first ball and
missed by a mile. He lifted the second and before he could throw it someone
spoke behind him.

"You're doing it all wrong"

Chase turned around and saw the most handsome boy he had ever laid eyes
on. No, handsome wasn't the right word. Sean was handsome, his Father was
handsome; this boy was beautiful. His skin was flawless, perfect in every
way. He had thick curly brown hair that framed his smiling face. His body
was built to perfection, with broad shoulder and sexy arms. The Werewolf
boys oozed sex with their rough exteriors and school yard bully ways, but
this boy was untouched by violence. No scars or evidence of any fights
marked his body. He was like a model from a magazine.

"Here, let me show you"

He moved behind Chase and ran one strong hand up his arm and wrapped his
fingers around Chase's. He put his other hand around his waist and pressed
lightly against the boy. He pulled back Chase's arm and slowly moved it
forward.

"Like this" he leaned down and smiled at Chase.

Chase felt like he was in a dream.

"Try it now"

But Chase didn't want to try it. He didn't want the boy to move away or
stop touching him. Before he could help himself, his head betrayed him and
he nodded. The teenager moved back and Chase threw the ball, not really
concentrating on anything but the boy behind him. The ball hit the target
this time. Not all of the pins fell down though.

"Want me to finish it off?"

Chase turned, speechless. He didn't understand. The boy smiled and pointed
to the pins. "Want me to knock the rest down?"

"Oh" Chase said. "Sure" He moved out of the way and watched as the sexy
teenager took the last ball and threw it expertly at the pins. His brown
curly hair waved in the air as the tossed the ball and the big muscles in
his arms, shoulders and back seemed to call out to Chase.

The pins fell. All of them.

The boy turned to Chase. "Pick out your prize"

But Chase already had. He was looking at it. Thoughts of Sean's handsome
face and blonde hair, and Bart's big muscles and even bigger dick, were
eliminated from his mind as the beautiful boy stood before him.

He laughed at Chase and turned to the man behind the counter. He pointed to
a stuffed bear. "That one" He handed it to Chase with a bright smile.

"I'm Patrick"






Wendy was worried about Michael. He had done this before and it never
turned out well. Duties as the Alpha kept coming into their lives and
although Silas was around it seemed like the bigger the problem the less
the man was able to deal with it. Which meant Michael was called next.

A woman past her as she ate with Emma at a table. They looked in each
other's eyes and Wendy knew she was a Werewolf. She hadn't seen her before
but that meant nothing. The woman nodded her head in acknowledgement. Wendy
nodded back. She knew the woman would sense the Alpha's mark on
her. Sometimes this led to problems especially if the woman was new to the
area, but the carnival was packed and a fight was unlikely in this
setting. Still she watched the woman.







Chase had been seen.

Werewolves from another pack were at the carnival, hunting for girls, food
and more girls. Three of them, in their early twenties, saw Chase with
Sean, Bart and Jason.

Chase was watching Bart swing the hammer and the wolf called Quinn felt the
boy's desire for Bart. He could feel it from thirty feet away. The boy was
looking at Bart's muscles and getting aroused by it. Quinn reacted as did
the other two with him. He breathed in the air. The boy was a Werewolf too,
but one Quinn had never seen.

He made a loud noise and the dark haired boy turned for a moment to look at
him. Quinn watched the boy's eyes look him over and felt the sexual energy
now directed at him, if for only a moment, before he turned back to Bart.

Quinn growled low, his friends bumping into him from both sides, riled up
by his anger.





"I'm Chase"

They shook hands and Chase felt weak in the knees as Patrick took hold of
his hand.

"You're new here"

Chase nodded. "I'm visiting my Dad"

Patrick wasn't a Werewolf, Chase could tell.

"I'm new myself" Patrick said. "I'm visiting my...Dad...as well" He looked
over his shoulder to the crowd for a moment. "You wanna go on a ride with
me?"

Chase would have followed him anywhere on earth, but instead of admitting
that he nodded and said, "Yeah, sure!"

They stood in line for the roller coaster. Chase had already been on it
with Sean and the boys but he didn't tell that to Patrick. They climbed in
the back car five minutes later and laughed as it slowly worked it's way up
the steep hill.

"I love this" Patrick said. "It feels like flying!"

He put his arm around Chase's shoulder and Chase leaned against him. The
car raced down the hill with thunderous speed and both of them screamed in
delight as the wind cut through their hair and took the breath from their
mouths. As the car hurled around a turn Chase was pushed hard against
Patrick, but the boy simply smiled at him and pulled him tighter with his
arm.

Chase smiled back, totally in love.

After the ride Chase looked down at his watch. It was almost time to ride
with Emma! He had to leave.

"Patrick, I'm sorry. I'm here with my...family" he hesitated, not used to
thinking of them like that. "And I promised my little sister I'd go on a
ride with her" He wished it were otherwise but he had no choice. He didn't
want Patrick to leave though so he said, "You can come too!"

Patrick shook his head. "It's alright. I'll be around for a while" He took
a card out with a phone number on it. "Here, call me sometime. I'd love to
see you again. I work in the day but I'm free every night"

Chase looked at it, stuffed it in his pocket as his mind raced with a way
to keep Patrick with him.

"Are you sure you won't come?"

"Nah. It's cool though" He reached up and ran one hand down Chase's arm and
wove their fingers together. "I'd rather be alone with you anyway" Patrick
gave him a deep look and a soft smile. "If that's cool with you?"

Chase was partially frozen in Patrick's lustful gaze. He blinked and nodded
his head. "Yeah!...I mean sure" he tried not to sound so desperate.

"Well, it's a date then" Patrick grinned.  He stepped back and did the most
sexy thing Chase had ever experienced. He pulled at Chase's hand until it
bumped into his thigh...right next to the large bulge between his legs. His
eyes spoke volumes. "I'll wait for you to call"

Chase stood with his mouth open, unable to reply. He watched Patrick walk
away and disappear into the crowd. He didn't know how long he stood there
until he heard a familiar voice.

"Chase!"

He turned and little Emma was there at his side, tugging at his arm.

"You ready to go?" she asked.

He smiled. "Sure Emma" His mind still on Patrick. He looked up and saw
Wendy waving from a distance. She was talking to another woman and looked
away after Chase saw her and waved back. "Let's go"

They moved toward the Ferris wheel, hand in hand and almost made it there
until Quinn stopped them.

Without a word, two big boys took hold of Chase by the arms and pulled him
away from Emma. Quinn followed as they carried him quickly away.

"HEY!" Emma shouted after them. They paid her no attention. She looked
around for her mother but didn't see her. There were so many people she
didn't know where she was. She ran after her brother and the other boys.

Chase pulled at them but they were far stronger than him. He tried to kick
them but one of the boys punched him in the face. He knew they were
Werewolves. He could smell it.

Emma did her best to keep up but she was losing ground. She saw them punch
at Chase and ran faster.

Once in the woods they threw Chase to the ground and started to kick
him. One of them caught Chase in the gut and made it impossible for him to
speak.

"Cruising the park?" Quinn asked and kicked him in his back. Chase tried to
cry out but could only grunt in pain. "We don't like your kind here!" He
punched Chase in the face hard. Chase saw stars and felt himself pulled up
to his feet. Someone punched him again and he flew through the air and
landed on his back.

The beating went on for an eternity. Chase felt their heavy fists and big
feet hammer at him from every angle. Whenever he tried to speak they drove
the wind from his lungs in a variety of painful fashions.

Emma ran up to Quinn and kicked at his leg. He looked down at her and
picked her up, tossing her aside. She landed on her feet but stumbled and
fell to her back. She looked up at them, getting back to her feet and
started to scream!

There had been many questions that Chase had when he first met his Father
at the train station; most of which remained unanswered. Of course some of
the bigger questions were no longer mysteries to him, like where his sudden
strength came from, why he could run so fast, and why he needed to stay
with his Dad for a while.

There was a big question that gnawed at his mind, however. Why had his
Father left his mom and married Wendy?

That question had now been answered. Not by Wendy or Michael, but by four
year old Emma.

Seeing her big brother beaten by the older boys terrified her. Her shrilled
voice ripped through the air in a way that only little girls could do. Her
hands were on her face, holding her head in fright as she watched the boys
hurt Chase.

After that, everything else happened almost at the same time.

Thick tree roots exploded from the ground! About ten of them formed a
barrier over Chase, wrapping around his supine body from both sides and
weaving themselves into a wooden blanket about two feet above him.

Others shot out near the Werewolves. The biggest boy took one through his
right thigh. He screamed as the sharp wooden root punctured his flesh and
came out the other side. He reached down to pull it out but his wrists were
seized by smaller roots that circled around him and yanked his arms up in
the air.

The second Werewolf was thrown against a tree. The roots quickly wrapped
around his whole body and the massive truck and began to squeeze. He
screamed in fright and tried to pull away, but the roots were far stronger.

Quinn attempted to run but his legs became tangled in heavy vines that
sprung up all around him. They moved up his legs and pulled him down as
roots took hold of his arms and snapped the bones in them. His screams
drowned out the others.

Chase looked at Emma. She was still screaming but something startling
happened. Heavy branches grew instantly out of the ground with sharp thorns
that cut the air as the wind past by. There were drops of fluid that came
out of them, and he could smell the intense odor; it was poison. They
circled little Emma and Chase felt his heart jump in fear she would be
killed.

But they didn't hurt her!

They made a perfect barrier, separating her from the others, all the thorns
pointed away from her. He looked up at the roots above him. Both of them
were being protected!

The Werewolves screamed in agony as Chase made his way out of the cave of
tree roots and moved toward Emma. He stopped about three feet in front of
her, unable to touch her without getting scratched. He turned to the
Werewolves and he noticed the big tree roots that had moments ago covered
him, were now moving into a wall between the two parties.

Emma was doing this! She was keeping everyone separated!

"Emma!" he shouted at her, but she kept screaming. "It's alright! Stop it!"
He held out his arms to her but she shook her head and continued to scream.

One of the wolves howled and Chase heard the sharp sound of bone breaking
as one of his legs was bend away from him.

Chase didn't know what to do! He had no powers that could combat the whole
forest! He ran up to the first Werewolf and pulled at the roots, trying to
free the boy. One of them snapped off, but before Chase could take hold of
another, three more replaced the one he removed.

"Help!" he cried out to anyone. The Werewolves were going to die and there
was nothing he could do. He spun around to Emma. Maybe if he could knock
her out, all this would stop. He looked around for something to get past
the thorn bushes with.

"Emma! No!" He shouted.

And then everything did stop. Emma stopped screaming and she moved to run!
Chase shouted for her to stop, holding his hand out for her to stay in
place. The thorns would rip her apart!

But they didn't. Instead they flowed like water and parted, allowing her to
pass freely. He watched her run out and followed her with his eyes until he
saw what she saw.

Wendy!

She stood near a tree, her arms extended toward Emma. She scooped the
little girl up in a hug and gripped her tight.

"It's alright Emma! I'm here now!"

Wendy looked over Chase and saw he was alright. She waved her hand in the
air and the thorn bushes and wall of roots were instantly pulled back into
the ground. Dirt billowed up in a cloud at the sudden movement, but
otherwise...they were simply gone!

She came up to Chase and hugged Emma tight one more time. "Take her back to
the park and wait for me by the Farris wheel. I'll be there soon!"

Chase was stunned. Everything had happened so quickly his mind didn't have
time to process any of it. He only knew one thing for sure...Wendy wasn't
human!

"But..." he started, but she thrust Emma into his arms.

"Go! I'll deal with them. You have to get cleaned up quick before your
Father finds you"

"Why?" he asked, his mind just starting to function. Wendy walked away from
him toward the Werewolves.

"Because he'll kill them!" She pointed to the carnival. "GO NOW!"

Chase fled with Emma in his arms as Wendy made the roots halt in the
torture of the three wayward wolves.

"Fools! He's the Alpha's Son! What were you thinking?" She waved her hand
and the roots untangled from the wolves and disappeared into the
ground. They lay at her feet, broken, bleeding and crying out in
pain. Quinn passed out moments after, and Wendy motioned for the other two
to help him. "We have to hurry! If you want to live, you'll do what I say!"





Chase was breathing hard. His body hurt from the punches and kicks but he
was too pumped up to care at the moment. Emma was still crying but her face
was buried in his neck as he held her tight. He kept telling her that
everything was alright and he was fine but she never spoke.

It was almost thirty minutes before Wendy came back. She took Emma away
from him and looked him over.

"Go find a bathroom and wash up. Use as much soap as you can. Run it over
your clothes and hair if you have too. Their scent must be masked"

Chase nodded and looked around until he saw a sign for the restroom. He
took off and did as she asked. He came back ten minutes later looking
disheveled and bruised. Wendy took his hand and led him away.

"Time to go. Maybe we'll get lucky and we won't see him..."

She almost finished her sentence when Michael appeared in front of
them. His eyes running over Chase.

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?" his voice boomed out. Wendy grabbed Chase by the arm
and squeezed tight. Chase was so surprised by his Father's appearance he
couldn't speak. Michael bent down and began to sniff at him. He took hold
of Chase's arms and smelled were the blood had dried. His eyes bore into
him but Chase was speechless.

Emma's face was still buried against Wendy's shoulder when Michael moved to
her and sniffed her as well. Chase could feel the rage rippling off his
Dad's body and he took a step back in fear.

"Time to go" Wendy repeated herself. She pointed to the woods. "In there"
she said to Michael. He looked up in the same direction and squinted his
eyes to see deep into the forest. He pushed past them and she used the
opportunity to take Chase again and yank him forward. "We're leaving now!"

Chase looked back to see his Dad running toward the woods. Wendy picked up
the pace and told Chase to focus on where they were. They made it to the
car and she started it, driving off even before he belted Emma in.

"Why are we leaving?"

She didn't look at him as she wove the car quickly through the parked
vehicles and out to the open road.  "We have to get away from your Dad. The
distance to get home will buy us some time. Once we get back, you take your
clothes off, get in the shower and scrub yourself raw. Use all the soap you
can while I wash your things"

She said everything so calmly and Chase knew she had been through this
before.





Michael bolted into the woods and sniffed the air. The darkness meant
nothing to him, his eyes saw everything. The area was thick with
foliage. He ran deeper and deeper, smelling everything. He knew his Son and
Daughter had been here! There were others too...but where? The vines pulled
at his legs. There were so many of them! He took in a deep breath and
sneezed!

The heavy odor of flowers filled up his sensitive nose and Michael shook
his head as if to make them go away. He sneezed again. He looked around and
saw the problem. He was so focused on finding people he didn't notice the
plants. They were everywhere! Thick heavy plants dripping with honey and
nectar. Flowers that filled the ground seemed to thrive all around him. The
smell was overwhelming.

This was impossible! The sunlight didn't come down this far. There was only
one way these plants could grow like this. He threw his head back and
howled before he shouted her name in frustration.

"WENDY!!!!!"







Chase had been in the shower for thirty minutes. Wendy had taken his
clothes along with Emma's and washed them in hot soapy water. He found her
in the living room burning a few cinnamon sticks on the stove in a pot of
water.

He looked at her. "Who are you?"

She smiled at him and smoothed out her shirt against her pants. "Don't you
mean, `what am I'?" Chase frowned and she motioned for him to come
inside. He sat on the sofa and she brought him a hot mug of tee flavored
with honey. "Drink this, you'll feel better"

She was right. The warm fluid was like a rich, soothing blanket to his
body. His aches and pains seemed to lessen as the tea made it's way to his
stomach. He looked down at the cup in surprise and Wendy laughed. "The
Werewolf in you would heal almost any wound given time but nothing beat a
good glass of tea" Her eyes twinkled and then she shrugged. "Alright, so I
cheat a little" She nodded to the mug. "It has some plant extract that
numbs pain and helps the healing process"

Chase drank some more as she spoke.

"Chase, your Father loved your mother very much, even after I met him. But
you have to understand what he is. Your Dad isn't just a Werewolf, he's an
Alpha. `The' Alpha technically" She took in a deep breath. "Being married
to a human woman would have been impossible for someone like him.
Werewolves fight for mates. They kill each other in fact. Your mother would
have been murdered by them to claim your Dad"

"He's the Alpha! He could protect her!"

Wendy shook her head. "Chase, for a Werewolf to give birth to a healthy
baby takes a great deal of willpower and luck. A female will mate with as
many wolves as she can in the hopes of having a child. That desire
overrides anything else. Even the fear of retaliation by your Dad. Your
mother would have been killed just for the chance for others to mate with
him. The animal in them would take the risk"

"But you're not a Werewolf"

She shook her head. "No I'm not. I'm a Druid Priestess" She let that sink
in for a moment. "My people are creatures of nature. We can control it,
speak to it and in times of stress..." she looked up the stairs to Emma's
room. "...we can make it kill for us"

His eyes followed Wendy's. "Emma?"

Wendy nodded. "In my time with your Father, I've had three attacks from
female wolves. Two by the same woman" She looked away from Chase. "I
finally had to kill her. She left me no choice. I was pregnant with Emma
and she could smell it on me. I wish there was another way but believe me,
I couldn't find one" She waved her hand around. "That's one of the reasons
we live out here. No one can sneak up on us, not as long as I'm here. The
plants won't allow it"

Chase was dumbfounded.

"Of course they still come by to ask him to mate with them"

Chase's eyes went wide. "What?"

She nodded. "Chase you have to understand who your Father is. He is the
most powerful Werewolf in this area. The others flock to him for protection
and the women come to him for children. If he doesn't comply things can get
violent and he would have to kill them when the fever to breed takes them
over"

She patted his leg reassuringly. "He's mated with almost every female wolf
that lives here. Some come from very far away to beg for his..." she
hesitated. "...seed" She smiled. "Having a child by an Alpha wolf would
produce a very powerful child"

"So I have other brothers and sisters?"

"No, I don't think so. Having a child as a female Werewolf is very
hard. Having a child as powerful as Michael is so rare, it's almost
impossible. That doesn't stop them from trying though. You see only an
exceptionally strong woman can stop the change on her own. It takes an
Alpha to keep the change at bay; but even then he has to be very
powerful. Like your Dad"

"So why doesn't he do it?" Chase asked.

"Because he isn't their mate; I am"

Chase took another drink. "So he tries to impregnate them and then it's up
to them to have the baby on their own?"

She rocked her head from shoulder to shoulder. "Well, it's a little more
complicated than that but in a nutshell, yes. The local wolves have Silas
and it's up to him to stop the change. I don't think he's been successful
yet"

Before Chase could ask anything else the door opened with a bang and
Michael stood in the frame, his anger evident on his face.

"Hi honey" Wendy said with a soothing voice. "Want some tea?"

His eyes flared at her. He said nothing but came up to Chase and pulled him
to his feet. He sniffed at the boy, lifting up his arms and breathing
through his black hair.  Chase allowed him to move him around until he was
done. He let him go suddenly.

"What did you use all the soap in the house?"

Chase didn't answer; he just stared at the big man.

"Where are your clothes?" As if on cue, a bell sounded and Wendy spoke up.

"Coming out of the dryer now" she replied. Michael turned to her and closed
the distance until he was inches apart. His eyes flared with power and his
chest puffed out in dominance. She reached up and stroked his handsome face
with one small, soft hand. "Oh angel, save your power...I'm immune" She
walked past him and patted his back. "Did you forget?"

Michael didn't turn to her or make any attempt to stop her. "I'll leave you
two to talk. Please don't wake Emma, she's had a rough day" And with that,
she walked up the stairs leaving Chase and Michael alone.

"Who hurt you?"

Chase shook his head slowly. "I don't know Dad; I've never seen them
before"

Michael lifted Chase up and hugged him tight. "I love you so much" He
kissed at his black hair and rubbed his face into his Son's neck.

Chase felt his Dad's muscled arms hold him possessively. He hugged him
back. The powerful aura of the man was overwhelming and it was making Chase
hard. His Father began to carry him toward the front door and a short while
later they were in the loft; Chase still wrapped up in Michael's arms. He
was pulled back until Father and Son were face to face, and then his Dad
kissed his mouth fully. Chase took the man's warm tongue inside and sucked
it hungrily. He felt so safe in his arms. He felt...sleepy.

Never in his life had he felt so suddenly tired. Before he could even say
anything his head rested on his Father's broad shoulders and his arms
slumped to their sides.

Michael waited until his Son was out. He carefully lay the small boy down
on the bed and covered him up. He kissed his face several times as he
stroked his dark hair with one hand. He put Chase to sleep with his
power. He could feel the boy's desire for him rising to the surface and he
didn't have time to that now. His mind was on something else tonight.

"I love you tiger. Don't ever forget that" He stood up and went to the loft
window, peering out into the darkness. A deep growl rolled out of his
throat and ran toward the trees. The animal was daring anyone to approach.

No one did.

He looked back once more to his sleeping Son and turned off the lights
before leaping out of the window and down to the ground. He moved back into
the house to deal with Wendy.

"Cute stunt you pulled in the woods tonight" He stood at the foot of the
bed as Wendy looked at him innocently from under the covers. She creased
her brow in mock ignorance.

"Stunt? I don't know what you're talking about"

He threw his shoulders back. "My hairy Werewolf ass!"

Wendy laughed. "I like your hairy ass"

Michael's eyes flashed with light. "You think because you can make a few
plants grow you have the right to interfere?"

Wendy pouted sweetly and lifted up on her elbows to look at him. "Oh
Michael, I can make more than just plants grow"

He reached down and pulled off the covers. She watched as he kicked off his
shoes and pulled off his shirt. He was so big, so handsome. He pushed his
pants down and threw them to the side, his massive prick jutting out from
between his legs. He climbed on the bed, towering over her.

Wendy wasn't scared. She had been through this before. She lay back down as
he took hold of the white tee shirt she was wearing and ripped it
apart. She didn't mind, the shirt was his. She wasn't wearing any panties
and was now naked in front of him. He roughly pulled apart her legs and
moved to penetrate her. She reached up and ran her hands over his muscled
chest as he sunk his big dick inside her cunt.

She cried out in pleasure and tried to pull him down to her but he
resisted. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he began
to pump into her.

"Look at me!" he growled at her.

She looked at his incredible body above her. He wanted to dominate
her. Remind her who was in charge. She looked at his beautiful eyes and
moaned. He had an angry look on his face but it didn't make any difference
to her. She had what she wanted and she knew he would never hurt her. It
was the threat that was important to him and she knew how to play the game
better than anyone. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he opened her
up with his heavy dick.

"Fuck me" she cried out.

Michael growled in her face and dipped into her, the bed creaking under his
weight. His power washed over her as he let his dominant nature out. If any
other wolves had been in the area, they would have lay on the ground in
submission. But Wendy really was immune. Her Druid nature blocked his power
although she could feel what he was trying to do. Her head rocked from side
to side as he plowed into her body. She cried out in pleasure, rousing the
beast in him.

"You will obey me!"

She nodded. "Of course my love. Of course" she lied.

Wendy came three times before he let her sleep. He made her look at him
each time she came. She finally passed out in exhaustive pleasure as she
felt her well-fucked pussy fill with his warm cum. The last thing she
remembered was hearing him growl arrogantly.






He sat on the edge of the bed and looked back at his wife. She was
out. Michael had pushed her over the edge and taken out his aggressions on
her. Her small body was spent and it would be a few days before she would
have her full strength back again. He stood up and pulled on some shorts
and checked on Emma. She was asleep still, so small and so fragile. He
kissed her head and she stirred, turning to the other side. He covered her
up and patted her shoulder.

Chase was still asleep as well. He could feel the boy no matter where he
was. The bond that Michael had with him allowed him to sense his Son's
state when he was close like this. If he was farther away, Michael would
have to reach out and find him, but that was just a matter of concentration
if nothing else. His big fingers ran lightly over the bruises on his Son's
face. Already they were healing. When Chase started to change, wounds like
these would heal within minutes instead of days. Some Werewolves would
change to speed that up even more, altering their bodies until the injuries
were healed and then reverting back to human.

He walked outside to the window under the loft. It wasn't quite morning
yet. The sun hadn't come up but the darkness was moving away. He looked up
and leaped.

Chase was sleeping soundly in his bed, in the same position Michael left
him in. He kissed the beautiful boy once and smiled when Chase rolled
toward him. He put one arm around him and hugged him, letting his Son smell
his body. The boy moaned contently in his embrace and Michael stroked his
hair lovingly.

Michael was upset for a number of reasons. Wendy's actions saved the lives
of some stupid Werewolves but the truth was Michael was more upset about
something else.

He felt it when they drove to the carnival. The Alpha in him felt the great
disturbance and he had no choice but to follow his instincts. There was
only so much control that he had over his beast. There were some things
that Michael just wasn't powerful enough to contain. Innocent children were
one of them.

He smelled the blood as soon as he hit the woods. His ran deeper, following
the smell for about a mile until he found an open area with six homes. It
was a small community and Michael could tell instantly that Werewolves
lived here, apart from the rest of civilization. He sniffed the air and let
out his power as he let his body change.

The Werewolf in him was out. His heavy, hairy limbs moved easily around the
homes, searching for others. There had been a fight here. A great battle
and Michael was ready to defend himself.

He found the first four bodies on the side of the house. Four adult men
were dead, blood everywhere. He sniffed at them and knew they were
wolves. He didn't know them personally but he had felt their presence
around town.

There was a pile of ash nearby that confused him. The side of the house was
scorched and Michael didn't have an explanation for it. Whatever it was
left quickly, because the ground was untouched by flame. He used his power
to call out any wolves in the area. A lesser wolf would be compelled to
answer him. No one came.

In total seven men, two women and four children were dead. The strange
scorch marks were randomly placed on trees and homes, wherever there was
blood. Some of the people were so badly injured the he couldn't tell who
they had been in life. He searched everywhere, sniffing the air for any
clues. There were so many scents and so much blood that he had a hard time
separating them. The Alpha in him knew it's own however, and his mind
locked on to the other scents, filing them away for future recall.

He lifted his head and growled loudly, challenging anyone to come out. He
looked around, his supernatural eyes seeing everything. He turned
slowly. Nothing.

Or was there?

His ears picked it up first. A whimper. Small, afraid. He sniffed quickly;
discarding the scents he knew didn't belong. He moved toward the sound. A
house at the end of the circle called to him. He kicked the door open and
looked around. Nothing moved. He sniffed and felt the terror wash over
him. Someone was here!

He bellowed a great roar and banged his fists against the walls in
fury. Someone started to cry. He leaped forward and bounded up the stairs
until he came to a room at the end of the hall. The floor creaked with his
tremendous weight and he crashed through the weak wooden door like a
freight train.

A little boy, no more than Emma's age was huddled in the corner, a blanket
over his tiny body. Tears ran down his face as he looked at Michael. The
animal looked around and felt with his power. They were alone.

Michael couldn't stand up all the way, the room didn't permit it. He pulled
back his power and changed back into a man.

"It's alright son. I won't hurt you" He reached out his hand and smiled at
the terrified boy. It took a moment before the child responded but he wiped
his face and pushed the blanket off. He reached out and let Michael lift
him up in the air and hug him to his muscled frame. "I won't let anything
hurt you. You're safe, I promise"

The boy buried his face in Michael's thick neck and hugged him with his
tiny arms.

"My name is Michael and I'm a Werewolf like your parents were. You know
what that means don't you?"

The boy nodded his head but didn't say anything. He kept his face against
Michael's neck.

He held the child tight and rocked him in his big arms. "What did this? Who
hurt everyone?"

The little boy sniffed and Michael felt moist tears run down his neck as
the child began to cry again.

"It's alright. You can tell me. I'm here to help you"

The boy slowly lifted up and put his mouth to Michael's ear. His voice was
small and broken with fear. He said one word.

"Vampires"



...To Be Continued