Wedded to the Pack Ch. 01

In this chapter, Jessica and Gretchen make plans to go to New York to fight against the President's News Conference and against Quinn's arrest warrant. New York because so many of the news outlets will have major studios there. They also have some psych testing done to prove they're essentially normal with an old friend many will recognize. This chapter is light on sex, but there is lesbian sex, oral sex and interspecies sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial work. This is a copyrighted work, and not to be duplicated, edited, altered or changed or published anywhere else, including other formats such as spoken without the authors's written permission. © 2025

Wedded to the Pack, Ch 1

Psychological Testing

Gretchen and I quickly made lists of the shows with the widest possible audiences to get the word out to the most people: Fox News, MSNBC, ABC, CBS News, The Tonight Show, Late Night, Late Late Night, Dateline, Sixty Minutes, CNN, New York Times, the Wall Street Journal. Maybe Saturday Night Live if they didn't make a joke out of it. We looked them all up and got phone numbers to call them.

We were getting ready to start dialing them and offering ourselves to be interviewed when Gretchen said, "You know, the government is just going to say we've got some sort of Stockholm Syndrome. That because of our indoctrination, we don't know any better. We need some sort of psychologist to say that we're in our right minds, and not some kind of zombie slaves to wolves."

"Let me ask you, as I haven't before now, do you have a problem offering obeisance to wolves, especially ones with dicks?"

"Well, we weren't raised from puppies like most wolves, used to doing it all the time from a very young age. It's odd for that reason, and I much prefer offering obeisance to bitches, but I'm becoming used to the cocks. I can't say the sex is bad, because the sex is always good. I just don't have an emotional connection for the sex, except with you, but I'm sure it's the same for all the wolves. You have your mate, and the rest is just sex. They don't think of it as making love to a special person, they think of it like hanging with your friends, like sharing a pizza. The fact it involves sexual organs means nothing. It's not uncommon to see a wolf sucking a dick like they're shaking hands."

"That's true."

"So, while I prefer licking Sasha to sucking Rene, it's become more like bowing or shaking hands. Hell, the only thing that's hard for me to get over is I don't get shaved pussy anymore, except for Lenore and some of the other human females. I'm forever picking hair out of my teeth. Quinn, as a man, is a little different for me, because he's always respected me and our relationship. I can say that I have some feelings for him beyond mere friendship, although it's not love at all, but I can almost enjoy sucking his cock, because he's always allowed me to love you without any reservation on his part, even though you're his sub."

I laughed and hugged her.

"So who do we get as a psychologist?" I asked.

"Beth Wilson-Hafeez has an international reputation as a psychologist working with people who've been sexually abused, or trafficked as slaves. She should be able to tell if we're suffering psychologically from our experiences."

"You're right. We'll need to start with her. She's based in New York, where we'll probably need to go for most of our interviews anyway. We'll see her."

"We can't call tonight. Let's go to bed, make love, and then get some sleep. You're going to need to do something about your job and your wedding first thing. You can't marry Quinn in absentia, and who knows if the shipyard wants a werewolf working for them?"

"You're right again. I'm so fucking pissed right now."

"Let me make you feel better."

"Even if you have to pick hair out of your teeth?"

Gretchen laughed. "Even then."

We went to Quinn's bed and made love for an hour, making some of the hurt I was feeling a little less painful.

******

I started with my job in the morning, calling my supervisor.

"What can I do for you, Jessica? Are you calling in sick?"

"Did you watch the presidential address last night?"

It took him a moment to catch up. "That was you? You're that Jessica Hagerty?"

"That's me."

"You're being raped by werewolves?"

"Most of that news conference was a crock of shit, put together by someone with a political agenda other than the truth. I was raped by a group of rogue wolves when my husband was killed, most of whom have been hunted down and killed by other wolves because they were rogues. The Marshall's Office sent a bunch of trigger happy cowboys to arrest my werewolf mate yesterday, a week before my wedding, and before the presidential press conference. The warrant was sworn out by a US Senator accusing him of rape, after I testified at a secret joint committee meeting regarding changes to the US Treaty with the wolf packs. I specifically told the committee that I wasn't raped in my normal relationship to wolves, nor that any of the sex between wolves was at all forced, but the cultural equivalent to a handshake, or bowing before the king and queen of a foreign country."

"Okay. Are you coming into work then?"

"I probably can't at the moment, because I have to set things right, so my fiancé isn't a hunted fugitive, but let me ask you, do you think my fellow employees want to work next to a werewolf?"

"You're really a werewolf?"

"I wasn't born as one, although my mother was unknowingly, half a wolf, but that's another story. My future husband had to bite me and turn me into a werewolf to save my life after my stomach was cut open, killing my child. (No point in telling him it was a puppy at this time.) If I haven't lost my job as the result of being a werewolf, who looks like they're going to be demonized by the government or parts of the media, I'd like to take a leave of absence and come back to work at some point, but I need to do some interviews with the press to set the record straight, and that will require me going to New York, and possibly to Washington, DC.

"I'd like to speak to the President at some point, but unless I raise a stink, he probably won't see me. I'll leave it up to you and your bosses as to whether I can come back to work, but I'm certainly willing. I imagine it will be a bit of a circus to start."

"Are any other werewolves working for us?"

"No, but you do have some who know of the existence of werewolves. They signed a government NDA that prohibited them from acknowledging the existence of wolves, which was required under the treaty the President cancelled yesterday. That might have negated the NDA, but they might need to consult with an attorney before they can speak. There are wolves all around you though, as school teachers, police, artists, firefighters, accountants, park rangers. The fact you don't know about them is a sign that they're not the ogres you might think. People need to get their heads out of their asses. Shapeshifters have been a part of our country since before its existence. They've fought in our wars as soldiers, sailors and even as wolves under General Pershing in WWI. I met a wolf who fought with Pershing. There are some wolves who are older than our country. They're not foreigners, they're Americans, working, paying taxes, and all the other things other people do. They just have a unique ability, like someone who has an eidetic memory. It is genetic trait, like sickle cell anemia or green eyes. If you need to let me go because I can't work right now, I'll understand, but I loved my job."

"I might have to get back with you on that. For now, I'll mark you out on an excused leave of absence."

"I appreciate that, thanks."

Next up for me, was the wedding. It would probably cost a bundle to cancel now, but I had no fiancé at the present. I just cancelled all the plans without giving the reason. I'm sure some would figure it out given my name was out in the public now.

Next, I called my grandfather, Gerhard, in case the New England pack hadn't already warned the other packs. There was no answer. That could be good or bad, I guess. I tried calling Patty first, but didn't get an answer, so I called Melinda.

"Did you see the President's press conference?" I asked.

"Yes. What's going to happen?"

"I don't know. Have you talked to Gerhard or anyone else at the compound?"

"No."

"Do you still have bodyguards?"

"Not since my last surrogate breeding."

"Could you do me a favor and check with the compound to see what everyone is doing in Wisconsin, and call me back?"

"It might take me a couple of days."

"That's fine. My cell phone is the same, but I'm leaving town for a few days, going to New York. I'm going to start showing up on news shows, so keep an eye out. Call me when you know."

"I will."

While I was taking care of my job, Wisconsin family and wedding, Gretchen was contacting the media and setting up interviews with them for sometime in the next three to ten days in New York City. She was setting aside hour slots about an hour apart for anyone who wanted it, which was most of them once she identified we were the women identified in the President's press conference announcing the presence of Weres and negation of a treaty that had stood for a hundred and forty years.

We took a break to eat lunch with the children and Lenore, then went back to work, making phone calls, and setting up interviews. Around 3:30 we finished with that, then looked up the information for Beth Wilson-Hafeez and made our last phone call of the day, putting the call on speaker.

"Hello, Sexual Psychological Counseling, how may I direct your call."

"I'd like to speak to Beth Wilson-Hafeez, please," I said.

"She's very busy at the moment, can someone else help you?"

"I don't think so," I said. "I need someone with her expertise and reputation. My name is Jessica Hagerty, and I'm a werewolf. I was mentioned in the press conference last night, along with my friend and lover, Gretchen Shriver. I need to prove to the public that I, or I should say we, as werewolves, are not a menace to society and I don't think any old shrink will do. I need the best, someone internationally known for her experience in treating trafficked slaves and the sexually abused to prove I'm sane and in my right mind. We'd both like an appointment for anytime after two PM tomorrow, but before Friday evening when we'll be holding a press conference to tell people that werewolves are not the beasts the President claimed they were."

"Could you please hold? I'll interrupt her."

"Please, yes, I'll hold."

It took a couple minutes, but suddenly a voice said, "This is Beth. You say you're one of the women mentioned in the President's National Address, and that you're a werewolf?"

"Yes. My friend Gretchen is also on the line with me. I wasn't born a werewolf, I was turned, but as an act to save my life, and I don't regret being changed. My friend and I need to start setting the record straight about werewolves. They aren't a danger to society at large, and we don't want people claiming we're suffering from Stockholm Syndrome or the like, and can't be objective in our beliefs that normal werewolves are not a threat."

"They aren't a threat?"

"You're safer walking through a pack of wolves, than you are walking around New York City."

"I have to say that I'm intrigued. If you were a threat, how would I protect myself?"

"Some of the legends are true. Silver bullets work well, as do silver blades."

"And you say that you're available after two tomorrow? Why so late? Why not a morning appointment?"

"I'll be driving from Maine, around a seven hour drive. Now that my name is out there as a werewolf, I'm not sure if I'll be on a No-Fly list. We'll leave tomorrow morning, at six AM and we should be there around one, depending on traffic, and I'd like to eat. I need lots of meat now."

"Any kind of meat?"

"Well, I'm partial to beef, venison and chicken, but almost anything works. I can still eat vegetables, but lots of protein is needed for shifting."

"I will have other people here. Is that a problem for you?"

"No, you can have as many as you want, as long as we have the chance to get things done."

"I'll put you down for 2:30. Do you need my address?"

"Got it off your website. I'm good."

"Why me?"

"You're in New York City, where we've got a bunch of interviews scheduled, and your work with sexually abused and human trafficked sex slaves is legendary. I need someone of your reputation to prove I'm not sexually abused and am perfectly sane by human standards."

"I'll see you then."

"Thank you."

A whole day of work, but we might have the start of a plan.

*****

Before putting the kids to bed, I told them that we had to leave for a while, going to New York.

"Is it because you're a wolf?" Matthew asked. "Lenore said everyone knows about the wolves now, so it's okay to tell."

Elizabeth said, "Jessica is a wolf?"

"So's Gretchen and Quinn," Matthew said. "They're our guardian wolves, here to protect us."

"Can you turn into wolf now?" Elizabeth asked.

"Honey, it's very painful to turn into a wolf. I can do it, but I'd prefer not to right now. When I come home, I'll show you my wolf, but Matthew is right, I'm your guardian wolf. There is a lot of bad information about wolves right now, and Gretchen and I have to talk to some people and make sure everyone gets good information, so wolves aren't in danger anymore. They kind of are, right now, because some lies have been said. Some were about me, and I can speak up and say they were lies. You'll see Gretchen and me in the news a lot starting on Friday. Lenore can let you know when we're on TV, and if it's not too late, maybe you can watch us."

"Okay."

We hugged them both and kissed them good night.

I received a phone call from an unknown number around nine PM, just as I was settling down to sleep after Gretchen and I had packed for our trip.

"Hello?"

"It's Quinn. We just wanted to let you know we're safe. Everyone's safe for now."

"Good. Pay attention to the news starting on Friday for the next week or so. Gretchen and I are going to be on a lot, telling the people and the media that the government are full of shit. Whoever started this shitstorm is going to feel the wrath of a couple of pissed off bitches. Can I call you back?"

"No. This phone will be disposed of as soon as this call is ended."

"Then I'll be speaking to you during our interviews. I miss you and love you. Stay safe."

"We'll do our best."

"I know your best is very good. Gretchen sends her love as well."

******

Gretchen and I woke up at five AM, wolfed down some raw meat and packed the car, and were on the road by six. The fastest route to NY was via some toll roads, so we'd packed lots of change in the car. We stopped at a rest stop at noon and had some more meat from our cooler before hitting the road again, following our GPS system to the address. Gretchen took over the driving since she'd lived in New York for a time after high school, as a struggling artist, and would know her way around better than I would.

We had reservations at the Hilton-Midtown on W 52nd and 6th Avenue, south of Central Park. It wasn't the Ritz or the Plaza, but I didn't want to pay those prices anyway, and it was close to a lot of things Gretchen wanted to show me or where we'd have to go, like MOMA or the Rockefeller Center. Since we got there about an hour ahead of our appointment, we checked in before heading to Beth's place of business, on the other end of Central Park on Manhattan Avenue near a 109th.

Not having time to unpack, we left our suitcase in the car and headed there as is.

When Beth said that there would be other people there, she wasn't joking. There were almost a dozen hard cases standing around the lobby when we got there, and even though I didn't see any guns, I could smell gun oil and silver. We went to the receptionist and said we had a 2:30 appointment with Beth. A young, fit, bulky ex-military from the looks of him, told us to follow him and we got on the elevator and he punched the button for the fourth floor. He smelled nervous, of adrenaline and coffee.

"You're not what I expected," he said.

"You thought we'd be hairier?" I guessed.

He grinned. "I guess."

"We're only furry in our other body," Gretchen said, "otherwise the same as the day before a werewolf bit my arm off."

"You're not missing an arm."

"Exactly," Gretchen said. "It's what we're worried about as wolves. That someone might like to chop us up and see what makes that true."

"You grew your arm back?"

"And my pubic hair, and a few other things."

We reached the floor and stepped out into the hallway where another half dozen ex-soldiers seemed to be waiting. Their guns were visible.

Halfway down the hall, a tough looking woman stood by an office door. "Down here," she said. "I'll need to search you for guns or knives."

"Okay," I said.

"Please lean against the wall and spread your legs."

We both did as she asked, and she did a very serious search of my body. About the only thing that didn't get searched, was my pussy and rectum.

"You can go in now," she said. "Beth is right inside along with some other folks."

Gretchen and I went through the door, and except for the woman, the only other person who seemed to be armed, was a grizzled, gnarly looking, wiry man in his late-forties. In addition to him, and who I assumed was Beth because she was seated behind the desk with her name on it, there was a man about fifty, and a woman who appeared the same age. Beth Wilson-Hafeez, appeared to be in her mid forties. She was in excellent shape, almost as good as the woman who frisked us,

"I'm Jessica Hagerty, and this is my friend and lover, Gretchen Shriver. We're hoping you can help us."

Beth stood up. "I'm Beth Wilson-Hafeez and the woman who frisked you is my wife and bodyguard, Sahar Hafeez-Wilson. Also present today, is my Master, Joshua Greenbriar and his wife and my sister submissive, Miranda Greenbriar, former Congresswoman from North Carolina, although that was years ago. The other gentleman is Joshua's head of security, Edgar Reynolds. Depending on what the issues are, they may be able to help you some, in addition to whatever I can do. Won't you sit down."

We sat down. The others took a seat except for Edgar and Sahar, who remained alert and standing.

"Please tell me how you think I may be able to help?" Beth said. "Try to give me a little background as you do."

"Gretchen and I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, normal kids, except that my mother is half werewolf, but all human. I'll explain how that all works later. During the last recession, I lost my job when the government cancelled their naval ship contracts due to the ending of the hostilities in the Ukraine and the easing of relations with China.

"I'd just bought a condo and had a massive amount of student loan debt, and had at most, three to four months of living expenses before I'd be flat broke. I couldn't find work in my chosen field of maritime engineering for the same reason we lost our contracts. Ship building died. I was searching for a suitable replacement, since working fast food in Maine wasn't going to pay my bills. I was cruising the internet for work, and got a pop-up ad, which normally I'd have ignored, but I was two months from bankruptcy at that time. The ad was from a company called Loup Garou...."

"Werewolf in French, isn't it?" Miranda said.

"Yes, although I didn't know that at the time. The ad offered money if I was willing to be a surrogate mother. I made an appointment to meet the head of Loup Garou at a restaurant near my home. He had me sign a non-disclosure agreement, promising the most dire of consequences if I should reveal the truth of what I learned to anyone else, including family. After signing the paperwork, he said he was a werewolf, and there were genetic reasons that wolves needed humans to breed. I thought it was a crock of bullshit, but he said he could prove it by shifting to his wolf, but it needed to be in private, and he suggested the woods or my home. I didn't trust anything he might want to tell or show me in the woods, so I invited him to my home, because I had a gun there, and I was perfectly willing to shoot him if he tried anything."

"A woman after my own heart," Sahar said. "Are you a good shot?"

"Good enough to hit him across the room," I said. "I stood in the doorway of the living room with my gun in my hand, and he was at the other end, roughly twenty-five feet away. He told me he had to remove his clothes or else he'd ruin them. I figured it would give me a good aiming point if I wanted to shoot his cock off, so I let him take off his clothes. He warned me he was going to shift, and in less than a second, there was a large wolf standing there. It was kind of like the Twilight movies, one second you're a person, and the next, you're a wolf.

"After he changed back, he informed me that if werewolves mate in their human shapes, they produce only humans. If they mate as wolves, they only have wolves, normal, everyday wolves. If they mate as human and wolf, they're infertile. It requires a wolf, as a wolf, to mate with a human to produce werewolf young. Because it's so difficult to find human men willing or able to fuck wolf bitches, that left women having to mate with male wolves. Werewolf scientists had tried finding alternatives, but hadn't found any other solution to the problem. The only other way to get a werewolf is to be bitten by a wolf."

"Wait a fucking minute," Sahar said. "You fucked a fucking wolf?"

"I know most people would think of them as normal wolves, but they're not. They're intelligent, warm, friendly, loving creatures, who happen to look like wolves in their other shapes, but they're not a real wolf. It's something completely different. While you know you're having sex with a non-human, it never feels like it's an animal. It's a man in a furry shape. They're kind, tender lovers with their human breeders, not animals. You need to get away from the idea of them as animals. That's part of the problem right now. I'm not an animal, although I may look like one at times."

"Forgive Sahar," Beth said. "She had experiences as a slave that most people have never gone through that make this a difficult discussion for her. I understand what you're saying, and I'd like you to continue. Be calm, my love. This is not the same."

"The treaty between the government and the wolf packs in 1899 prohibited the packs from biting humans, which they have pretty consistently followed. The wolf who told me this was present at the treaty signing as a young pup. He's over a hundred and fifty years old, and looks younger than Joshua. He's a pack alpha, and he had the idea of offering women money to carry werewolf children to term. I got two hundred thousand per puppy, and a million dollar bonus, if I had four. My money problems were solved, as long as I was willing to rent out my womb. Prior to his plan to offer money for puppies, wolves would try to seduce women and then convince them to carry a puppy bred into them by their wolf shape. I also talked some of the other young women I knew who lost their jobs at the same time, to join me in becoming wolf breeders. Several of them did so, including Gretchen. We've provided several werewolf puppies, but won't be able to from now on, as we're both fully werewolf from bites.

"How did that happen?" Joshua asked.

"Before I go there, I need to back up slightly. I mentioned my mother is half werewolf DNA. She was born of the seduction of my grandmother by a werewolf as a human. He didn't intend to breed her in his human shape, but he did love her and couldn't stop himself when she was fertile. I eventually married a young man named Sean. Sean was the product of the rape of a young female wolf by another wolf, both while they were humans. Despite being the spawn of two wolves, he was also fully human. Just like humans, wolves have their criminals. There aren't a lot of them, but perhaps two or three percent of the population become rogue enough to commit crimes against the pack and humanity. The male wolf was penned for over thirty years for his crime, but eventually got released.

"My husband learned that his mother and father were wolves, and that I was breeding pups, and despite that, married me anyway. We have a son, Matthew, from our marriage, also fully human. Just after I started breeding pups for the wolves, I took a long trip around the Great Lakes with my fellow breeders and a couple of wolf bodyguards and a wolf hunter/tracker, like a wolf policeman who hunted down rogue Weres, including other Weres such as bears, cougars, and eagles, who bit or otherwise hurt humans. We were visiting our individual families to tell them we were getting paid to provide surrogate services for infertile couples.

"Part of this trip took us into Canada, as one of the breeders was Canadian. When we were near Ottawa, our hunter/tracker ran into a very young pack alpha who demanded he give up his breeding women. Our tracker soundly thrashed the alpha, and could have become the alpha of the Ottawa pack by conquest, but he refused, but told the other pack leaders that their alpha was a jackass, too green behind the ears to lead a pack, and the pack should pick another. They did, and the young alpha was banned and joined a group of disenfranchised lobos and loners, other rogues without a pack, in far northern Ontario.

"Meanwhile, the rapist who'd sired my husband, was caught trying to rape a human in Maine after his release, and he was gelded and sent to Wisconsin. After several months in captivity in Wisconsin, he killed his guard and escaped through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, into Ontario, where he heard of the rogue pack and joined them.

"Since our tracker was the one who caught the rapist, the rapist knew who he is and where he can be found. The rogue pack decides to come to Maine and go after the tracker at the instigation of the former Ottawa alpha who was humiliated when he was deposed, and capture those women willing to breed werewolf pups. They came to Maine and while there, they scented me from my runs, Because I'd been with the tracker before, they thought I might be with him now. They came to my house where my husband, another female submissive besides me, myself and our children lived with two wolf bodyguards, one of whom had left to go grocery shopping. We've trained for years to fight rogue Weres, and were supplied with silver weapons and bullets. We were barricaded in the upper floor so they had only the one way up to us. There were so many of them we began to run out of ammo and had to resort to the edged weapons.

"Gretchen swung at a leaping wolf with a silver machete, and another wolf bit her arm off. A couple of the wolves as humans, climbed a tree outside our house and busted through the upstairs window, shooting my husband. They were about to kill the children and take me, pregnant with another puppy, when I recognized the rapist, partly due to his gelding. I convinced him that the man they'd just killed was his own son, and the children were his grandchildren. He spared them at the time as he was sort of a co-alpha, and the rogues fled to the border after all of the gunfire had caused neighbors to call the police. They took me with them."

"This took place fairly close to Portland, Maine?" Edgar said.

"Between Portland and Brunswick. My husband had a couple of boats he ran out of Portland, and I got my job back at Bath Iron works after my marriage, so we tried to split the difference. The home was right on the ocean and more than we could afford, but the bitch alpha who was Sean's mother, bought the house for us, although I promised to give up my bonus after she did."

"There was no mention of werewolves," Edgar said. "We wondered if it was slave traders because of the women there.

"No. There wouldn't be, or everyone would know about them. Only a few people in the federal government know about wolves. Some federal Marshalls who help our trackers hunt down rogues, and they have Were Magistrates who judge whether Weres violate the law, and special Were prisons, where the guards knew they were guarding Weres and carried silver weapons. They have some special adoption agencies to help with the adoption of human children born to Weres as humans, because they can't be raised with wolves or even Were puppies, who are nigh indestructible, whereas humans are not. Weres are given special government DLs and IDs which list their apparent visible age, not their real age. It was covered up to be some kind of criminal activity, home break-in situation, not a Were attack by primarily Canadian Weres against US citizens."

"That isn't why they abrogated the treaty, is it?" Miranda asked.

"I don't think so, at least only peripherally." I replied. "What happened next was rather remarkable. All of the Were packs in the US, Canada, and even Mexico, sent hunters and trackers into Canada to deal with the rogue pack once and for all. All but two or three of them have been exterminated, and are believed to have fled to Russia, or someplace outside the Western Hemisphere. Because I'd helped packs all over the country attract breeders, I had friends everywhere. The packs know me as Wolf Daughter.

"They eventually cornered most of them up near Hudson Bay, and they set a trap to capture the ring leader, the Ottawa alpha, who'd already killed the rapist during a dispute over me and what to do. At the time the trap was set, there was only him and one other wolf holding me, the rest of them dead or fled. When they sprung the trap, the alpha was holding a knife to my pregnant belly threatening to kill me and the puppy if the tracker didn't let him go.

"My tracker, the man I intended to mate with in a week, asked him where he thought he could go, with every wolf on the continent looking for him. He knew he was trapped and had nowhere else to run, so he cut me open before he was subdued. They administered first aid to me. They had paramedics and police and others who could tend to me, but I was dying, and there was nothing they could do about it, except it was the night of a full moon. My tracker bit me and turned me into a werewolf. For some reason, your first shift into a wolf comes during the full moon, although other than the first, you can shift anytime you want. My shift to wolf began healing my body. Each time I shift, it's like my genetic code rewrites itself, trying to put me back together again. That's why Gretchen has an arm again. Each time she shifted to a wolf and back, more of her arm became the way it used to be. It's a miracle that it did, because she's a very gifted artist, and it was her painting hand."

"You're that Gretchen?" Miranda said. "I have at least a couple of your pieces. Fuck, that's why so many of them feature wolves in them."

"That's me, although I painted them all while human, but I had a lot of models for them."

"Oh, God. This is so amazing," Miranda said. "When you say you have puppies, do actual wolves come out of your wombs?"

"No. Puppies are born looking like normal children. They're born in regular hospitals, but they have to be taken away and raised by the packs almost immediately, as they grow and mature much faster than human children. They still heal, but they don't shift until they mature, around seven to eight years of age. They're raised in pack schools and educated twelve hours a day, 365 days a year, because when they shift, they're considered adults who have to look after themselves, so they have to be fully educated with the equivalent of a high school education when that happens. At some point, during a full moon, a child shifts for the first time. He receives a little more education on being a wolf, hunting, tracking, killing deer or other prey, and then released on society. They can begin having procreative sex after their first shift, although they usually don't because birth control doesn't work for wolves either. They can scent when a female is fertile and leave her alone until she quits ovulating. However, from an early age, puppies perform their sexual obeisance to senior wolves in the form of oral or other types of sex. It's part of being a wolf. Every wolf has licked a pussy, every wolf has sucked a dick. It's no big deal. It's how they've been raised.

"What happened to the two remaining wolves that were captured?" Sahar asked.

"Killed in a very gruesome way. Their limbs cut off with silver blades, nailed to a tree with silver spikes and left to starve to death in the Canadian wilderness, their bodies unable to repair itself and slowly eating itself alive trying to repair what can't be fixed."

"Why does silver work that way?" Joshua asked.

"I don't know, part of the freak genetics I guess. You wouldn't know it to look at me, but I've been stabbed multiple times with regular steel knives, had multiple broken limbs, and if you look at my body or do x-rays, you couldn't tell. Cut me with a silver knife, and the scar will remain forever. It inhibits my body's ability to heal like it wants to when I'm injured. My alpha believes that each time we shift, we're replacing bad genetic information with the way we were born to be. Injuries go away, we reject all illness, all germs, anything trying to change or alter our body. Even simple things like pubic hair. If I shaved my pussy, when I shift to wolf and back, I'm hairy again. I had a tattoo, and after I became a werewolf, it was gone. Ten years from now, I'll look about the same age. We do get older, and eventually die after three hundred years or so, but we age much slower until we get close to the end of our lives, when we go to pot really fast, as if our genes are forgetting their DNA imprint.

"But if you think of it, every time I shift, I have to go to a completely new shape. I'm not a wolf-woman, a woman who looks somewhat lupine, I'm a wolf, furry, howl at the moon wolf, but with all of my human memories and feelings intact. I have to remember what I'm like to turn back human, remember what I was, to go back. It's like I'm rearranging every bone and muscle in my body, and then I have to get back to what I was before the shift, and my body remembers what that was, and rejects the imperfections that might have crept up on me. An injury, a disease, it all gets rejected as I put myself back together to what I was."

"And you can do all this in about a second?" Beth asked.

"I can't. Not yet. The first shift took over ten minutes, and it's the most excruciating pain I've ever felt. Each time I shift, I get faster, and Gretchen and I can do it in under a half a minute now. It still hurts like hell, but for less time."

"And how am I to help?"

"Well, the President called werewolves soulless monsters. He also said that I'd suffered almost continuous rape. I was involved in secret congressional hearings several months ago where they were trying to determine if the treaty of 1899 should be changed or altered in some way. Since Gretchen and I were so recently human and only became werewolves when bitten, and hadn't been raised by the packs, they were interested in what we had to say about the treaty. While I was generally in favor of the status quo, I wished my children could know about my new status, as otherwise, I'd have had to give them up so they couldn't reveal werewolves to others. The packs had concerns about the general population becoming aware of Weres.

"One of those concerns has to do with our unique abilities. We believe that it's genetic, and the only way to live as long as a werewolf, and be as indestructible as one, is to be a werewolf. But some people, thinking they might be able to tap into that uniqueness, might start carving us up to see what makes us tick. We don't want to be experiments in some science lab, that's number one. Number two, puppies are raised to be submissive to their pack leaders. If you aren't raised in the pack, you'll now have a bunch of rogue animals, with no discipline or recognition of any authority other than their own. Other Were animals, while generally recognizing the same need to be secretive, follow their own rules. They're generally allowed to do so, as long as it's not harmful to humans, or would cause a war between Weres and humans. We believe such a war would be destructive to both. Humans vastly outnumber Weres, and with silver, or other weapons which wreak havoc on our bodies too excessive to heal, will eventually prevail, but not without great cost to humans. Weres would probably start biting humans to replace their lost numbers. Those bitten, while still remembering their humanity, would be forced to fight or face extermination themselves. It's not a pretty picture.

"Fortunately, the rigidity of pack structure helps police our rogues, and the packs assist the government in eliminating other Weres who may jeopardize our mutual interests. One of our worst fears, is that if humans inject Were saliva into themselves, sort of like being bitten, you'd have wild rogues that no one could control without warfare. Imagining gangs, or armies of rogue Weres armed as well as you are in their human forms, and able to shift into ferocious animals and sneak across borders, infiltrate nations, states and compounds as animals and set up attacks, assassinations, and the like, is too horrible to contemplate. Most wolves, raised in packs, and extremely disciplined and obedient to their senior leadership wouldn't, and if they did, they'd be hunted down. Self turned humans wouldn't be raised that way, and would do whatever the fuck they wanted. That's what we were trying to achieve in those hearings, some way to balance human knowledge with the dangers represented by such knowledge.

"Now in these hearings, we admitted that as part of our socialization into the pack, we engage in frequent sexual behavior. All wolves have to offer obeisance to their Alphas in the form of sex, whether it's licking pussy, sucking cocks, getting ass fucked, or whatever. But it isn't without our consent. We don't have to do it, unless we want to remain a part of the pack, and we do. There are lots of benefits to pack membership, including the pack paying for you to have children. It's almost socialist. Your money goes to the pack, and what you need, comes back. While I have money of my own from my breeding, I'm here now on pack funds. I didn't have to spend my money to come here.

"Now Senator Hank Jenkins, kept calling our obeisance rape, although it's all willingly performed. I kept insisting it's not rape if I'm willing to do it. The warrant for my mate's arrest was issued by Hank Jenkins for my so-called rape, this despite the fact I was planning to marry the wolf. I was raped, and I was almost raped as a human. I know what fucking rape is, and it isn't what I'm volunteering to the pack.

"Now, I'm also in a submissive relationship to my mate, and that's entirely consensual as well. I have a safe word if I need it, but he can spank hell out of my ass if he wanted to, and my ass is back to normal within a couple minutes, so even that's no big deal. It's much less pain than I go through shifting, but that mother fucker senator either doesn't care, doesn't believe, or has his own fucking reasons for wanting to demonize wolf shifters. Maybe he's feeling old and wants to start carving up wolves to see if he can prolong his life or something.

"Gretchen and I are ready to take our stories to the people and tell them wolves are not monsters, but if we don't have someone like you saying that we're essentially normal folks and aren't brainwashed by wolves to be constantly raped all the time, the Hank Jenkins of the world can say we don't know what we're talking about, we're suffering from Stockholm Syndrome or something similar, and are brainwashed idiots for submitting to perpetual rapes. That's what we need you for."

"I can help with that. Joshua, Miranda, you might want to check and see if Senator Jenkins does have ties to any Biotech labs and what kind of politics he normally preaches, because this does smack of something other than what it seems to be. Do you have a place to stay?"

"We're at the Hilton Midtown," Gretchen said.

"Would you like to stay here?" Beth asked. "We offer shelters to abused women. We can put you up, although it won't be Hilton accommodations, it will make it convenient for the testing we have to do."

"You're not worried that we'll rape and kill all of your other women?" I said.

"I would seriously doubt you would," Beth laughed, "although I'm sure Sahar still has reservations. Her most common response to danger is to break a limb, but it seems that would be useless in your case."

"Well, we didn't leave our clothes at the hotel, but we'll keep the room, and only stay here a couple of days, going back to the hotel before we start our news media appearances. That way, we'll leave you out of the eventual circus."

"We'd love to have you," Beth said. "If at all possible, I'd love to see a shift. I think that would be quite something to see. Give someone in the hall your keys, and they'll grab your bags."

I stepped out and handed the guy who'd escorted us up on the elevator the keys. "I'm driving a green Jeep Grand Cherokee. We have two suitcases. Could you bring them in please?"

"Sure, Miss."

"Thanks."

I went back inside.

"How do you usually have sex?" Miranda asked, "As a wolf or a human?"

"Mostly human. You're so much more limited as a wolf," Gretchen said.

"Are you any good at oral sex as a wolf?" Miranda asked.

"Wolves can do things with their tongues you can only dream about as a human," I replied.

"What's it like being bred for puppies as a human?" Miranda asked.

"It's not unpleasant. Werewolf cocks are shaped somewhat differently than human cocks, and are a little smaller, but not much. Like dogs, wolves need to knot when they mate. Once the penis is inside of you, a knot forms at the base of penis, a large bulge, and then they remain tied to you, They can't exit your body until the mating is complete, so they can't thrust back and forth, although they do give little jerky thrusts that sort of tug your body back and forth since you're stuck together. The knot rubs against your g-spot, so it's not unpleasant at all. Five or six minutes of that, you're usually flooded with semen, about five or six times the amount that male humans ejaculate, which is another part of the problem with bitch/man matings.

"Wolves produce so much more semen than men do, and it seems like quite a lot of it is needed to overcome this sort of interspecies breeding barrier. Usually, even wolves need to almost gang bang you to get the amount of sperm necessary. I was usually inseminated seven or eight times per day for four days to get pregnant. In addition to needing maybe twenty or more men to breed a bitch to accomplish the same result, a lot of men can't maintain an erection when fucking a bitch. It's just too odd for men to handle, but wolves fuck as humans and wolves all of the time. It makes no difference to them who they're fucking.

"The other problem with men breeding bitches is once a bitch is pregnant, she can't shift anymore. There's like a two day window from conception to inability to shift. Apparently, it's a natural protection method to protect a new fetus, who wouldn't be able to withstand the rigors of a shift. When it's just a few cells big, you still have the ability, but the hormones released soon after pregnancy prohibit shifting. So if you don't know exactly when you conceived, and don't shift back to human soon enough, you'll be carrying a human baby to term in a wolf body, and there's no delivering in a hospital at that point, or our existence becomes known. Although a bitch can deliver a human baby and their bodies will recover on their next shift, it would be a nasty and painful delivery.

"To attract other women as human breeders, the wolves would usually demonstrate a breeding on a willing volunteer so that the prospect could see she would be safe, and could even enjoy her breeding. Once I sort of accepted I could be a breeder, I watched a mating between my alpha as a wolf, and his mate as a woman so I could see what it was like, and with the friends I encouraged to do a breeding, I was usually the demonstration aid so they'd know they'd be okay. Along with my husband, and the wolf bodyguards we usually travelled with, we inspired a lot of people to have puppies for the packs. A few of them were given human children of their own because the husband was infertile, in return for having a puppy for the pack. Husbands tended not to be concerned if their wife was fucked by a wolf in human or wolf form, because he knew she couldn't leave him for a wolf, nor would a wolf take them."

"So are wolves any good at human sex?" Miranda asked.

"Well, what if I tell you that wolves, as part of their very sensual nature, and because they're frequently naked to make shifting easier, and lick pussy and suck cock like you would shake hands, and because they live extremely long lives, practicing sex five and six times a day, are very adept at pleasing mere humans, who don't have the wealth of experience that wolves do? It's the best sex you'd ever be likely to have, with a mature alpha who'd fucked thirty or forty thousand times in his life. Yeah, the sex is incredible."

"Did you ever start sex with one shape and end with another?" Beth asked.

"Fairly frequently during a breeding, if a male didn't want to remain knotted until his knot dissipates, he'd shift back to human which caused the knot to disappear."

"That must have been an odd sensation," Miranda said.

"Very, You go from having a furry blanket draped over your back to a normal man, but the shift is so fast for the ones breeding you, you don't feel the change as much as just know it happened because the knot was gone."

"How well do you scent things as a werewolf?" Beth asked.

"About ten times better in my human form, but at least a thousand times better as a wolf. I could tell what you had for breakfast this morning, if you're ovulating, if you're pregnant faster than a pregnancy stick can tell. I can smell a deer from two miles downwind, and follow your scent through the city or the woods, just like a bloodhound. When tracking other Weres, there's usually one doing the tracking as a wolf, and then others as humans so they can carry silver weapons."

"What can you scent about each of us now?" Joshua asked.

"Miranda is aroused. Beth is too, but not as much and tinged with, I'll call it curiosity. She's got a silver armed weapon in the drawer slightly open on the right, near her gun hand. Edgar had a big adrenaline response when we entered the room, fight or flight, but he'd fight, and he's got a gun with silver bullets and a silver knife. You trust both Edgar and Sahar to protect you, so your adrenaline rush was less, but still present. Neither you nor Miranda are armed. You don't get as much practice, so you're both leaving the fighting to others. Sahar is excited, also armed, but I don't scent any fear coming off her, more like anticipation. I suspect she was hoping she'd have to fight us, like she wanted to test herself on a Were."

Beth laughed. "You're probably right. She does like a good scrap. We have a dojo here where we train women in self defense. If you want to take her on, I'm sure she'd love it."

"I'd be willing to fight her. I also wouldn't mind licking her pussy. It might make her less tense. She tensed up when we started talking about wolf/human breeding, and it hasn't gone down since.

"May I Sahar?" Beth asked. "They would understand more than most. I remind you Edgar still doesn't know."

"Fuck, why not."

"When Sahar was first taken as a slave, she was placed in a fetish house, where she lost her virginity to a trained donkey. She had to fuck other animals as well, including horses, pigs and dogs. She has an antipathy to animals as a result, that she's still trying to overcome. Discussing wolves breeding women probably brought up a lot of unpleasant memories, which even after twenty years of treatment, have not gone away. If you tried to have sex with Sahar as a wolf, prepare to be stabbed."

Edgar reacted badly to the news. "Fuckin' A, Sahar!"

"Don't you tell another goddamn soul, Edgar, I mean it. I'll fucking gut you. Your wife already knows from groups."

"I am so glad I let you have your way with that fucker, Schultz. I wish I could have given you a month with that monster."

"We still had to rescue my sweetie. It was the most important thing. I don't care that much."

"Have you had sex with other Weres other than wolves?" Miranda asked.

"Jaguars a couple years back and a bear a few months ago. Kind of the human show and tell to show some humans what it would be like with one, but it was only the once each time."

"It was different than with wolves?"

"Yes, but still not unpleasant, just different. They're careful with humans. They don't want to hurt humans anymore than wolves do. Bear cocks are around two feet long, so they don't use all of it with humans."

"Are you unnaturally strong?" Sahar asked.

"No, although I am humanly strong. As I'm essentially the same as I was before I was turned, except for the long life and self-repair ability. I've been preparing to fight Weres ever since I started breeding puppies for the pack. My self defense lessons started back then, and my instructors worked as bodyguards, so they were very good. They had to go easy on me until I became a wolf myself. My tracker mate has fought for well over a hundred years, so he was quite good, but even as good as he was, he never went out hunting bears without seven other wolves. They're unbelievably strong. It's not uncommon to lose a wolf in a bear fight, even repairing as fast as we do. Even without silver, as long as the wound is severe enough you bleed out before your body can repair itself, like a hole in the heart or severing the head."

"We can chat more about this other stuff later," Beth said. "Why don't we get you started on your testing now. We could feed you here or go out to dinner, whatever you'd like to do."

"At this point, we mostly eat raw or very rare meat, and quite a lot of it. We need lots of protein for our shifts, so perhaps eat here for now. Raw hamburger is fine, around a pound or so each meal."

"I'll let the chefs know," Miranda said, leaving the room. Joshua went with her. Sahar and Edgar remained where they were, alert for any problems.

Beth handed Gretchen and me iPads. "These devices have a lot of standard psych tests on them, an IQ test, and another test of my own creation I've been using for years. Complete one test and go on to another. The full battery will probably take over ten hours. Some of them are timed, and you'll be shut out of the balance of the test once the timer goes off. We'll break for the night at supper, and we can finish the rest tomorrow."

Gretchen and I began working through the tests. As we took the tests, Beth would occasionally leave, saying she had a group or other appointment, then returning. Sahar stayed in the room with us. At six PM, Beth collected both of the devices, and we went to a cafeteria like room for supper. There were mostly women there, women who'd been sexually abused or trafficked. There were a few children, either forced on the women by rape or they'd had them before they were enslaved or abused. It broke my heart to see some of them.

We went through the line and both Gretchen and I got our raw meat, which we took to the tables like the others, and ate with knives and forks, not wolfing down our food, which may have been what they expected.

As we ate, Beth would sometimes tell one of the women's stories with no identifying information so we wouldn't know who it was. Some stories were obviously from the past, and some more recent. Beth paid attention to our responses, I would guess to test our emotional make up. Some of them made us cry. They were as grotesque as anything I'd ever heard, and I'd seen and heard a lot as I travelled with Sean or Quinn.

At around eight, when the others wouldn't be using it, Beth, Sahar and Edgar brought us to the dojo mat. Miranda, Joshua, and four other people joining us at that time, women named Francesca and Belle, and another couple hard cases like Edgar, named Ethan and Rafael. They were both armed as well, although their weapons weren't out, but concealed.

Beth told us that Francesca and Belle were her sister submissives under Joshua and married to each other, and Ethan and Rafael were more of Joshua's security team. Everyone wanted to observe us shift, and then they wanted to observe a fight between Sahar and me.

"Any particular reason?" I asked Beth. "Just idle curiosity?"

"Observing the shift is idle curiosity, but the fight is to see if we need to adjust our defensive tactics to account for Weres. Edgar is former British SAS, Ethan is a former British Special Boat Service, and Raphael is a former SEAL, so between them, they've got a lot of experience, almost as much since they mustered out, as in."

"I'm the most experienced fighter," I said, "so let's leave Gretchen out of that. She's more of a lover than a fighter, and a lesbian, so I'd appreciate it if you left her out of any sexual experimenting you want to do, if it involves dick. She doesn't need to show obeisance to any humans. We can understand you when you speak, but won't be able to respond, so if you tell us to do something, we can, if it's within our abilities. We'll be getting naked first. It won't embarrass us, as we're used to nudity in the pack."

Gretchen and I took off our clothes and shifted. Mine took roughly twenty seconds, Gretchen slightly longer. We both screamed, then howled as our bodies changed. There was knocking on the dojo door after the wolf howls, but Edgar told them to get lost, everyone was fine.

"Fuckin' amazing," Edgar said. "A week ago, I'd of said you were blowing soap bubbles up my arse if you told me this was possible."

Beth gave us some rudimentary commands, sit, stay, roll over, all easy enough to do. Then more demanding tasks. Jump onto a box, fetch a rope, go up to particular people, try to stand on our back legs. I hadn't tried doing that before, so I wasn't that good at it, but I knew what she wanted, and tried.

"Are you color blind as a wolf?" Beth asked. I nodded.

"What did Joshua have for dinner tonight? Chicken?" I shook my head. "Beef?" Another head shake. "Pork?" I nodded.

"Close your eyes," she said.

I could hear and smell everyone moving around, changing position. "Without opening your eyes, find Belle."

Easy peasy. I walked right up to her. She wore Shalimar perfume, one I liked.

"Find Joshua." I trotted up to Joshua.

"You can open your eyes and shift back," Beth said.

We did, trying to suppress the noise a little more this time, although it wasn't easy.

"Do you need to rest after a shift?" Edgar asked.

"No, it's painful as hell, but the pain stops once the shift is over, and we're ready go."

"Do you want a gi to fight," Sahar asked. "We stock them here."

"It's not necessary," I said. "When wolves fight, experienced wolves with rapid shifts, will often go back and forth between their human and wolf during the fight, so we mostly fight naked."

Sahar stripped off her clothes, down to sports bra and tight, smooth panties. She wasn't muscle bound by any means, but the muscles rolled under her skin like steel cables. I could tell by the way she moved she was good. She looked great for a woman of her age. I'd look better when I was her age, because I was pretty much stuck at mine for the next fifteen, twenty years.

We circled each other on the mat briefly, before she attacked. Fuck she was fast, almost as fast as Quinn or Brigitte, probably Rene as well, since he was still alpha. I fended off the first attack. And the second, and the third. She snapped my arm on the fourth attack, and I held my arm back from the fight until I repaired myself, about ten seconds later.

"Fuck," Rafael said. "That's a bitch, that is."

"If I cut off a wolf's dick with a regular steel knife," Ethan said, "will it grow back?"

"Yes," Gretchen said. "Unless you use silver, we'll heal from any wound not causing massive blood loss."

"Damn fucking handy, that," Rafael said.

I'd been on the defensive long enough and I went on the offensive. I knew she couldn't repair herself, so I let her tap out when I was in a position to dislocate her shoulder.

Sahar rubbed her shoulder when I let her go. She was smiling though, not offended at all.

"Can I use a steel knife?" Sahar asked.

"If you stay away from my neck and heart, yes."

Rafael handed her his knife, a five or so inch blade sharp on both sides, commando style.

I don't like getting cut, even if I can survive, so I tried to be more careful. We practiced with knives all of the time in the pack. Sahar got a cut across my rib cage and a good stab in the leg. Both were healed in a few seconds, the blood flow stopping almost immediately, then the skin closing up, forming a visible scar, which would disappear shortly before I went to bed, or on my next shift.

At one point, I managed to disarm Sahar and had her neck ready to snap and released her.

"If I'd cut your femoral artery, would you have bled out?" Sahar asked.

"You might have needed to cut both," I said. "I'm not sure. We try not to cut major arteries in our practice."

"How do the wolves kill each other without silver?" Edgar asked.

"Rip out a throat. They usually don't fight to the death, especially because of their dwindling numbers prior to paying for pups. They fight until one submits, then the fight is over. Only rogues were routinely killed."

We had to mop up a little of my blood, maybe a cup, from my stab wounds.

"What's the scoop, Sahar?" Edgar asked. "Are we fucked if we face a Were?"

"It can be done, but I think we need to issue at least one silver knife per person, if we feel like we need to protect ourselves."

"That's the point. You probably don't need to unless you intend to exterminate us. We're not particularly blood thirsty. We're prepared to fight, but don't want to. There's a reason you don't know about Weres. We stayed on the down low, generally leaving humans alone, and policing ourselves when the odd rogue popped up. We don't steal or kill indiscriminately. Most of the crimes committed by rogues have been sexual in nature, but rarely against humans. Most wolf or bear attacks you've ever heard of, were real wolves and bears, not Weres.

"Even after my mate saved my life by biting me, and despite the fact the crime was in Canada, where there was no treaty violated, he came to the US and turned himself in for violating the treaty. He was locked up in a Were prison for several weeks and on house arrest for several months until the Federal Magistrate was sure he wasn't a threat to other humans. You've probably never killed a Were in your lives, because there wasn't a need to."

"How would we know if we were running up against a Were?" Sahar asked.

"Put a Were on the payroll. We can smell other Weres." I started getting dressed. "We've worked for humans before. Now that we're outed, we don't even need to keep it secret anymore."

"Other than the incident where your home was attacked, what was the worst Were behavior you ever witnessed?" Beth asked.

I told them about the beef between Brigitte and Quinn where she'd thrown her mate a silver knife during a wolf fight, which caused Quinn to have a permanent scar and to have to kill him, and the way he treated her afterward, roughly fucking her in the ass every time he exacted her submission and what precipitated it, the death of Quinn's own fiancé while tracking a werebear due to her mate's cowardice.

"But she could have refused, and she wasn't permanently injured?" Beth asked.

"It hurts to be fucked like that, but there is no permanent damage. After it's over, you're right as rain, just like a shift. She'd had anal sex before, lots of times, so even that's not a big deal. The worst would've been if he would have fucked her while she was fertile. Wolves don't usually do that except with their own mate because of the inability to shift during pregnancy, but he could have. It was probably more emotionally humiliating submitting to the wolf who killed her own mate. She could have refused, but she might have lost the protection of the pack as a result. No one really knew for sure why Quinn acted the way he did before I learned the reason, so maybe not. He wasn't popular with some of the wolves until everyone knew why he'd been behaving the way he did. Part of the reason she didn't know, is she didn't ask. Wolves are raised to blindly obey, so they don't ask a lot of questions. I didn't have that attitude, so I asked a lot of them. She just avoided him as much as possible.

"The other thing she could have done is fight it out for seniority, which is merit based, and not on age, but she wasn't likely to win that battle and would have ended submitting anyway. Brigitte initially believed it was all because Quinn had wanted to mate with her, because he was fucking her all the time, several times a day, more than her mate was. No one realized it was because Quinn thought her mate was a coward who'd let another wolf be killed because of his cowardice facing a bear. Quinn started fucking her constantly, more frequently than anyone else, making her mate a laughingstock among the pack until he was finally forced to challenge Quinn or be known as the coward he was.

"When Quinn easily beat the other wolf, and he submitted, almost without a fight, Quinn kept tearing at him, trying to force him to realize it was just a fight, and he could survive, even though it hurt. Instead, Brigitte tossed him a silver knife and Quinn had to kill him or die himself. Wolves mate for life, but there is no monogamy. They continue to fuck other wolves, and human women to breed. In fact, when my sub-alpha grandfather mated with a human woman, both of them had to suck the cocks and lick the pussies of all the alphas who attended the ceremony. Like I said, all wolves have to do it at some point."

"Would you have had to provide everyone with oral sex when you mated with Quinn?" Miranda asked.

"Of any senior wolf who attended the ceremony, not junior wolves. I was planning on having human guests as well, other breeders and parents who knew about the wolves, so the wolf part of the ceremony might have been observed behind closed doors. It wouldn't all have been to orgasm. Usually a couple licks or sucks, then you move on to the next one. Only your own alpha wolves get pleasured to completion, in something like a mating ceremony, and I've done them all before, so it's no big deal."

"Is there any truth to vampire legends?" Raphael asked. "Do the wolves know?"

"My personal opinion is vampires were nothing more than Werebats," I said. "The wolves hadn't seen any for hundreds of years in North America. A blood sucking variety of bat, but hard to kill, able to shift between bat and human shapes, long lived, but ultimately, just another Were. Needing to be staked through the heart to kill it because it requires massive blood loss, but I think a lot of stuff was added on, just as they were for werewolves.

"Think of all of the mythology that might be explained by Weres. Zeus seducing women as a bull or swan, half men, half goat or satyrs, who had sex with women, or half horses, centaurs, or half bulls, minotaurs. Seeing someone in mid shift, might make you think it was a half man, half horse, a centaur, instead of a Werehorse. Shapeshifters exist in almost all ancient cultures. The fox in Japan, the selkie or seals of Celtic or Norse mythology, even mermaids. Are they a shape shifter? Was Little Red Riding Hood a cautionary tale about girls and werewolves. Were the stories of changelings because werewolves would need to take their puppies from the human it was born to, and replace it with a human child. Was the story of Romulus and Remus and the founding of Rome, a werewolf tale, nursing at the teats of a wolf bitch. Maybe even dragons were shapeshifters at one point, now extinct."

"It really does open up a lot of areas of inquiry to the old legends knowing werewolves really exist," Beth said.

"I know. I hope that Weres in Europe, Asia and Africa might have a better history of Weres in general than those in North America. They stay much more secret over there due to population densities and inability to deal with so many nation-states. But I wouldn't mind finding out, now that we're out in the open, although given what's happening here, it might be driving them even deeper underground. Other nations will have to face their own Were populations now the US has recognized theirs. What are they going to do? Canada has a very large Were population compared to it's human population. Lots of wilderness, and not a lot of people, although their numbers were also in decline because Weres weren't seducing a lot of women into having pups until my alpha showed the way. They didn't rape human women to have children. It's almost unheard of."

"Miranda, Master, why don't you tell Jessica and Gretchen what you've learned about Hank Jenkins." Beth said.

"Senator Jenkins has always talked a right wing, conservative Christian game because he's from the Deep South. However, he's also one of the biggest pussy hounds in the Senate, regularly spending time with young, impressionable interns and even prostitutes," Miranda said. "He hid it more in the past, but it's become more open after his wife died of cancer. Most of his constituents still have no clue, but most of his colleagues do.

"His rhetoric during the hearings and rants in the Senate since the hearings, could be seen as the Conservative Christian, 'save the family' rhetoric he usually pronounces, which would normally be directed at any activity which smacks of sex outside of marriage, but the fact that he doesn't believe in those values himself under normal circumstances, causes me to question why he'd give a shit what Weres did. Despite his own loose moral structure, he did appear to love his wife, and her death did hurt him. Perhaps they had an understanding in their marriage. Perhaps he realizes a future wife wouldn't be so understanding of his extramarital indiscretions. But according to those professed values, his claim that Weres are regularly 'raping' women does have a certain plausibility, since most people would consider it as highly promiscuous, if not worse.

"The President, on the other hand, has never been as conservative as Senator Jenkins. Under normal circumstances, I wonder why he hopped on the Jenkins bandwagon, except that it might be for some unknown political reason having to do with his declining public ratings, and he needs something to stir up the populace to show what a 'leader' he is."

"Except," Joshua said, "both gentlemen have recently bought substantial shares of biotech stocks, which they hadn't shown much interest in before the last couple months. Both men theoretically have blind trusts managing their portfolios so they can't influence their own wealth by passing laws favorable to their stock holdings. So why is it that both men's portfolios are showing massive growth in biotech stocks when there's nothing in the news that would promote such interest?"

"So you're thinking that Jenkins and the president are thinking of possible future monetary benefits to themselves by carving up Weres," I said.

"It may not all be monetary, since Jenkins lost his wife to cancer," Miranda said. "The perfect health enjoyed by Weres might be factoring into their thinking as well."

"Even given that they probably can't do anything for their health and longevity without becoming werewolves themselves, and all of the things we talked about before about becoming Were without the discipline of growing up in the pack, can you imagine how much more fucked up the world would be if everyone started living for three hundred years instead of eighty," Gretchen said. "The strain on resources would be incredible. You can't tell me that they don't already know that, so are they already thinking about saving this miracle for a few elites, and to hell with everyone else?"

"How does the aging process work?" Joshua asked. "Is it the same for you being bitten as it is for other wolves?"

"Our aging process changes from the moment we get bitten. We don't regress back to first maturity like wolves. I won't live three hundred more years. I lost roughly thirty-five of my human years by being bitten at my age. I'm roughly the apparent age of a seventy or eighty year old wolf. I might only live another two hundred twenty years. If a sixty year old man was bitten, he's still a sixty year old man, a healthy sixty year old man, but still sixty. He'd be roughly equivalent to a two hundred sixty year old wolf. Instead of an average life span of fifteen more years, it might be forty more years, with most of his decline in the last three to five," I said. "And I'm guessing, because I don't know, but he might not be able to expect even those benefits if he doesn't shift. It's the shifting that we think resets our genetics. If you never shift, it wouldn't reset, and you might not last that long. You might become ill. To regrow her arm, Gretchen had to shift, not stay as her human self."

"How did you hide the fact she was regrowing her arm?" Edgar said. "I'm thinking that would have been bloody apparent to everyone."

"I wore a cast covering the stump and said my arm was broken," Gretchen said. "Arm back, cast comes off. To a certain extent, people see what they think they should see. Cast equates to broken arm, despite the fact my fingers aren't sticking out of it."

Edgar nodded.

"You had a long day of travel," Beth said. "Would you like to retire?"

"After a shower," I replied. "Sahar gave me a good workout. I'm not as good as a regular wolf, but does anyone want to see what sex is like with a Were in either human or wolf forms"

"Not me," Sahar said. "If Beth wants to try it, I'll spend the night with Francesca and Belle."

"I wouldn't mind if you're up for it," Beth said. "I'm curious."

"I am too," Joshua said, "if you don't mind trying a dick?"

"I don't and I'm not ovulating, so you can fuck me bareback."

"I'll be up there shortly," Joshua said. "Give everyone a chance to get settled."

Beth took us to this nice utilitarian bedroom with its own ensuite bathroom. It had a king size bed. Our suitcases were there.

"Do all your guests get king size beds?" Gretchen asked.

"No, but Sahar and I spend the night here several nights a week, and we frequently have company, male or female, so we have the king size. This would normally be ours."

Gretchen and I disrobed and I took a shower with Gretchen after our day of travel and my workout. I played with her while I soaped her, giving her an orgasm. Then I kissed her, we dried off and joined Beth in bed, already naked. She was clean and smooth down below, with a clitoral hood piercing and nipple piercings, with a lovely tattoo over her mons.

We began with Gretchen going down on her as a human woman. Despite my practice with women since I started breeding, I would never be as good as Gretchen, both because of the jump start she had, and her true love of pussy. Beth greatly enjoyed Gretchen's skilled attentions. Joshua came in and undressed. He looked very good for someone at around fifty. I could tell he worked out on a frequent basis and his cock looked nice, over seven inches with a good heft to it. I gave him some of my cock sucking skills to ensure he was fully engorged, then got on my hands and knees and let him fill me from behind.

When he reached my hymen, he said, "God, you're tight. You're like a virgin."

"Technically, I am," I said. "Severed arms aren't the only things to grow back when I shift. Go ahead and pop it. All things considered, it doesn't hurt."

Joshua pushed past the barrier and claimed me. Joshua is a good fucker. Not as good as a mature wolf, more like Connor was, but good. If he had four submissives, he almost had to be. I enjoyed the sex with him. He fucked me good and hard for fifteen minutes before he climaxed and spilled his seed in me. He became soft relatively quickly, and pulled out. I cleaned him off to save the sheets, and he did the same for me, like a wolf would.

After chatting some about the experience so far, Gretchen and I shifted again, trying to suppress the noises of our shifting due to the scared and abused women sharing the building, and being closer than in the gym. Gretchen licked Beth again as a wolf. I tried licking Joshua, and even though I didn't suck him, he had a hard time maintaining an erection whenever my teeth got near his cock. Instead, I slithered my tongue up his back door, and did a wolfie tongue fuck of his ass. He didn't quite get an erection from that, my teeth still too close to the family jewels for his comfort, but he did cum, and I cleaned that up as well. Beth loved what Gretchen could do with her lupine tongue and a nice pussy. After she had six orgasms and Joshua was clean, we both shifted back.

"I can see what you meant about maintaining an erection," Joshua said. "Even though your tongue felt great, it's hard to get past all of the teeth, and there's no physical attraction at all to your wolf body, even knowing what you look like as a human."

"I know. We totally understand. It's what makes human-wolf breeding so one sided. I've wondered if it was possible to put a bitch under a table in a strip club and some kind of milking machine on the guys cocks, with the other end going into the wolf's womb and some hot dancers on the stage overhead, but I'm not sure if even something that outrageous would be feasible. Right now, only masculine genes are passed to our progeny. I'd love to mix some of the female wolf DNA in the pot and stir."

"That might be something else human scientists could work on now we're aware of Weres," Joshua said.

"You might be right. Part of our problem is we had to hide. There's a werewolf lawyer currently doing business in Boston, who helps Weres with legal problems. He's had to change locations and names a half dozen times, rebuilding his practice each time because he doesn't age like his human associates. He's practiced in Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts and New York under different names. His diploma has had to be forged by the government several times and school records altered to provide proof of attendance each time. He's a damn fine lawyer because he's practiced for over a hundred years. The same with our scientists. They can't develop a reputation or become too famous, or work any one place for too long. The scientific community is rather small. You become good at it, it's going to be hard to hide even by changing your name.

"The same was true for Gretchen. How much longer could she turn out her art under her own name considering how she wasn't getting older. Even if she changed her name, how could she hold art shows and exhibitions without people seeing and recognizing her, and does she completely change her art style or media each time she changes her name so some art expert doesn't recognize her brush strokes. Coming out will be a boon for her art. She doesn't have to worry about it any more. She can keep creating masterpieces for another two hundred years. The only drawback will be it won't be rare. She'll have a lot of pieces out there driving down her market."

"I see your point. Why would you have had to give up your children without your coming out?" Beth asked.

"Because kids can't keep a secret, and when his friends come over for play dates, how can I pretend to be my kid's mother when I'm not getting older like everyone else's mother. My kid will look older than me at some point, die, his kids will be born and die, and maybe his grandkids will grow old, and perhaps die before I meet my maker. Mommy cuts herself making supper and my wound heals. 'Oh wow, class,' at show and tell, 'mom cut her finger off and it grew right back.' Or even, 'I'm going to cut my finger off and see if mine grows back too.' You can't keep secrets like that from your kids without it getting out. I'm sure your kids know that you're in a Dominant/submissive relationship, even if you don't get spanked on your bare ass in front of them, don't they?"

"They do," they agreed.

"This would have been a much bigger secret, and one the government disappeared people for divulging. I don't know what happens to them, but they're gone."

"We'll let you sleep," Joshua said. "Thanks for the demonstration."

"Master, it it's all right with you, I'd like to stay and give our guests a Beth Special," Beth said.

Joshua laughed. "That's fine. I do expect you in my bed when you're done."

"Yes, Master."

What happened next was the best oral orgasm I've ever received from a human, and rivaling the best I've ever had anywhere. Beth was a connoisseur at pleasing pussy, and she did a great job pleasing ours.

Before she left, Beth said, "When you get up, grab food in the cafeteria at breakfast, and then head straight to my office. I'll finish up your testing."

"Thank you," we said.

"That orgasm rivaled the best I've ever had," I added.

"Ditto," Gretchen said. "It was wolflike in it's perfection."

"That's because I get almost as much sex as most wolves. Several times a day for the last twenty years or so, mostly pussy because of my sister slaves and wife, but also lots of dick. Good night."

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