Wedded to the Pack Ch. 05

In this chapter, the four wolves hide in a location provided to them by Joshua, while resuming media interviews. Quite a few of the interviewer have some werewolf sex. About five days later, Brigitte scents the sniper again and they realized a new attack is being mounted. This chapter contains brief descriptions of werewolf sex as humans, with humans. The sex briefly described includes gay and lesbian sex. Sahar finally has sex with someone better than Beth is. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. All remaining errors are mine. This work is copyrighted. Do not copy, edit, alter or publish in any medium including audio and video without the author's written permission. © Copyright 2025

Wedded to the Pack, Ch 5

In Hiding

After we helped clean up after lunch, the older children and adults went back to the gym. The younger kids going for a nap under their nanny's care. In the gym, Brigitte and Conor stripped off. As Conor predicted, he was erect, the scent of Beth's and Sarah's near ovulation driving his tumescence. He only remained in his naked human form for around two seconds before shifting to his wolf along with Brigitte. Their shifts were very fast and the children were amazed when it happened. Again, Sahar looked uncomfortable, although she stayed. I couldn't imagine what she was going through. When I had my first sex with the wolf, I'd been prepared for it. What happened to her was criminal and evil.

It didn't take long and the kids were petting them like the big dogs they appeared to be.

"That was so fast," David said, "just like the Twilight movies."

"If you ask yes and no questions, Conor and Brigitte can answer any questions you might have by shaking or nodding their heads," I said. "We can answer the rest."

"Why does Conor have an erection?" Sarah asked.

"His sense of smell is very good, and he can smell that you and your mother are close to ovulation, and his instinctual response is to prepare for breeding, although he would never do so with anyone without consent," I said.

"How good is it, his sense of smell?" David asked.

"As his wolf, at least a thousand times better than yours," Gretchen said. "In our human shapes, around ten times better. There's a whole world of smells out there we now have access to. I can smell that someone is preparing venison for our supper, even in here, far from the kitchen."

"That is so cool," Leah said.

We answered another couple dozen questions for the children before Joshua told the kids they'd asked enough and we had to deal with other things for the moment, and for them to find other things to do.

After they were gone, Beth and Gretchen herding them off, Sahar asked, "What are we doing wrong?"

"Shifters won't just come at you as humans with weapons," I said. "For one thing, we depend on smell too much for all of us to be human. As wolves, we can scent how many people are in a room, tell if we're going to be ambushed, or if there's a bomb. Your program doesn't deal with that. You need to be prepared for all eventualities and you're not. Give your gun and knife to Edgar. Brigitte is going to go to the other end of the room and come at you as a wolf. From my understanding, you might freak out when that happens, and I don't want an accident to happen if you do. But I want you to imagine you have a firearm and you're trying to shoot her as she comes for you. When you see that, you'll know what's wrong with your program."

Sahar nodded and handed her weapons to Edgar. Sahar got at one end of the room, and Brigitte the other. I said, "On three" and started counting.

As soon as I hit three, Brigitte streaked towards Sahar, zigzagging across the floor, dodging behind some of the equipment. As fast as Sahar adjusted her imaginary aim, she had to adjust it again as Brigitte changed directions suddenly and fast, four legs better than two for direction changes. She came to a screeching halt in front of Sahar, her tongue hanging out. Sahar was wide-eyed, but not too panicked. Unlike the kids, she didn't reach down to pet the wolf.

"How many times do you think you might have shot her," I asked, "and how many head shots?"

"Maybe one and none," Sahar said.

"Damn," Edgar said. "I thought I was losing my touch when I didn't pull it off. If you couldn't hit her, we would have been smoked."

"We're giving you our secrets, hoping against hope you never use them against us. We need allies, not enemies," I said. "Can you imagine how badly we'd all feel if our children were harmed in a shifter-human war?"

They didn't like that idea any more than I did. Brigitte and Conor both shifted back, standing there naked. Without Beth or Sarah there, Conor was properly limp. Seeing Brigitte naked, the other men became slightly aroused.

"How would we integrate wolves into our security?" Joshua asked.

"You worked with K-9 units in the SAS, didn't you Edgar?" Brigitte asked.

"Yeah, plenty of times."

"Imagine that instead of a K-9, you had a wolf, just as smart as you were, and with tens or even hundreds of years of experience, not just six or seven before the dog needed to be retired," Brigitte said. "What could you do with that? You'd probably need one as a wolf and another in their human shape so they could understand wolf language. Ambushes would be almost impossible to set up. IED's nearly useless. Anything a dog could do, a wolf could do a hundred times better, and talk to you besides, although you'd need another wolf to understand what they were saying. Silent, deadly attacks on listening or guard posts, or even machine gun nests. You could tell them in plain language what you wanted to accomplish and they could work out the how, even as wolves.

"Wolves can't attack armor, but in an infantry setting, they'd be invaluable. It's why Pershing brought wolves with him to France in WWI. He'd fought against wolves before the treaty and knew how they could be used. It's just that the war was fought in the trenches, and they were practically useless there. No Man's Land was just as deadly to wolves as it was to the doughboys. You're a smart man, I'm sure you could figure it out."

"We figured out something else earlier, Sahar," I said. "Beth does not need your permission to have sex with a wolf. If we're human, she still feels ill, but her hypnotic conditioning was to protect against sex with humans, not wolves. I doubt that her conditioning needs changing, but I thought you should know."

"Did she want to have sex with the wolf?" Sahar asked, looking uncomfortable again.

"I'm sure she's curious, but I didn't get the feeling she was tempted in any way by Conor's wolf body. She was aroused by his human body."

"I get that," Sahar said. "Although I much prefer women, Conor does look like he'd be a stud in the bedroom."

"You have no idea," I said. "As good as Gretchen and I are in the bedroom, both Conor and Brigitte are much better. They have years more experience."

"You do make it sound tempting. What do you think, Joshua? Should we let Beth bang either of these fine specimens?"

Joshua turned to Conor. "Would you join Beth, Sahar, Miranda and I in our bedroom tonight after supper?"

"Sure. Sounds fun."

"After we've tried you, I'd ask that you get Brigitte from Jessica's room, and send her to our bed to spend the night if she's willing. You can rejoin Jessica and Gretchen."

"I'm willing," Brigitte said.

"Thank you," Sahar said. "I'm still not sure how much I'll enjoy Conor, but I know I'll love you in our bed."

"Because Beth is close to ovulating," I said, "Conor will have nearly a perpetual erection as long as she's there."

"You mean he could last as long as a woman?" Sahar asked.

"I mean he could wear you all out," I replied. "He's a very virile wolf and he'll scent Beth's fertility and remain rampant with his breeding imperative. There's nothing like a bitch in heat to give a male wolf a woody, not to mention the arousal pheromones you'll all be giving off."

*****

After the two wolves got dressed again, Joshua and Edgar told us where we'd be staying, starting tomorrow.

"We found this old abandoned liquor warehouse from the prohibition era. It's where you'll continue to meet with the press for your speaking engagements," Edgar said. "Anyone we let in will be blindfolded when they're brought there, so they don't know where they're going, and we'll drive circuitous routes to confuse them. We won't let anyone go there carrying a phone or anything we know has GPS, but so much is connected anymore, we might not be able to keep everything out. For all we know, the TV cameras have geo locators in them.

"After any interviews, we'll set traps for anyone who might come at night, and you'll depart through an underground tunnel the criminals put in as an escape route if their liquor stash was found, to another location a block away where we have some pretty nice quarters set up for you. The tunnel entrance is well hidden, so even if someone gets past the traps, they may not find where you went. You'll use your phones while in the interview area, but when you leave, shut them off and we'll give you burner phones to use with each other and for reaching out to others, but don't use them to call anyone you're not sure of. We don't want those phones associated with you to pinpoint your current position."

"That sounds great," Brigitte said. "Thanks for this."

"We'll have a loose cordon of men around both sites. One to clean up any mess left behind if the first site is attacked, the other to warn you if they see someone coming to your safety location, in case all other security measures fail. They'll be the only outsiders to have your burner phone numbers except for Edgar and me, and they'll be the best, most trustworthy employees I have," Joshua said. "If you need to leave the safe location for any reason other than to use the tunnel to the warehouse, a van will enter the building garage and take you out so no one sees you coming or going. That's how we'll bring in supplies as well. How much longer did you plan to stay in New York?"

"We had been planning to leave after all of our interviews, but they've been bumped back by what happened, so, maybe a week," I said. "After that, we'll head back to Maine."

"Let us arrange for transport of your current POVs, and we'll give you an unmarked limo with armor for getting back to Maine. That way, no one will be able to follow or track your known cars," Edgar said. "Also, Beth said we've got a hundred testing devices ready to go back to the pack to take the psych tests, and we'll want to get that to whoever as quick as possible."

"We'll arrange something in a couple of days," Brigitte said. "My alpha will probably arrange for someone from the east New York pack to pick them all up, then hand deliver them to various packs around North America. Just make sure there are instructions for the tests and for sending the finished tests to Beth attached to each one."

"You might want a couple of Queen size beds set up at the warehouse," I said. "Some of the interviewers expressed an interest in werewolf sex, and we'll want them thinking we're sleeping there."

"Great idea, Jessica. I'll make sure that happens," Edgar said. "It won't be as spiffy as your safe house, but it will look like you're living there. We'll have water and raw meat in a fridge for day time use and so it looks like that's where you're eating and sleeping."

"I want to thank you again for your help," Brigitte said. "I didn't know what to expect from most humans, but I'm glad we've found friends."

"I don't want shapeshifter's exterminated any more than you do," Joshua said. "The whole thing is fascinating."

"I told Manuel that if you wanted some blood draws, MRIs, or the like to see what you could discover about shifter biology, we'd be willing to let you," I said. "We're not interested in being lab rats, but we're not opposed to some scientific work being done. Anything that might help us with our reproductive issues would benefit us as well."

"I think that could be arranged, boss," Edgar said. "A secret mission out of the safe house to one of your medical clinics with select people involved. Give it a couple of days to decide what tests might be worthwhile to conduct, bring in any necessary equipment for the testing, then a few hours for the actual work."

"We'd be grateful for that," Joshua said. "We'd probably need to conduct testing on both of your forms."

"Since Gretchen and I were bitten, and Conor and Brigitte born, maybe one of each of us could be in one form or the other for the testing. You might want to consider bringing in a veterinarian who's more familiar with wolves for the wolf testing. He might have some insights on the differences between Weres and regular wolves."

"Great idea. I don't know why this can't be the way we cooperate as species anyway. I'm very disappointed by what's happening, but I'm frequently disappointed by politics, if the last few days is politics and not something else."

"Any more of a clue as to who hired the private contractors this morning?" Brigitte asked.

"Firebrand admits that the personnel killed were their employees, but said they didn't hire out for the job, that the men were working independently," Edgar said.

"Do you believe them?" I asked.

"Hell no! I could believe maybe three or four guys taking a private contract without Firebrand's knowledge, but not ten. To have that many guys, the company put them up to it, or someone in the company those guys take orders from. I guess both of those options are equally likely."

"Any blowback from the police commissioner or the city about what happened?" Brigitte asked.

"Not yet. The PC approved the plan ahead of time, so I'm not surprised about him. I'm wondering why we haven't heard back from the Mayor's office though," Joshua said. "We offered to pay for any damages, and we made sure no one else was hurt, so that's to our favor, but having two competing security groups having gun battles in public buildings does raise questions, which I thought someone would want answered."

"Perhaps they're waiting to see if you'll share your plans with them again," Brigitte said. "Save them the trouble of figuring out where we are."

"Which is why we're using an empty warehouse now and not a public building," Edgar said. "We don't need permission and Joshua owns the buildings. We're keeping this as tight as we can."

With that, Brigitte contacted Rene to let him know what our plans were and that we'd like to arrange for the testing devices to go out to the packs within the next couple of days. He said he'd arrange something and get back to us. Edgar showed Conor and Brigitte how to operate Hogan's Alley and the three of us practiced on it until it was time to shower and get ready for supper. When we got to our room, we found the clothes we had at the Hilton had been picked up and delivered to us. Joshua had paid the bill.

The older children were all at supper; only the two youngest, Shiloh and Ishmael had been fed earlier and were being prepared for bed. The children had a lot more questions that we answered for them as we ate, so it was a leisurely meal. The wolves had raw venison steaks, while the humans all had small portions of cooked venison to see if they liked it, plus some beef if they didn't. There were a variety of sauces and condiments to try with the venison, as the chef had never prepared it before.

Edgar's wife, Fatima, was there for supper. After eating and with the kids excused and told to get ready for bed, she showed us the brand on her buttocks she'd received as a slave.

"What happened to the people who did this to you?" I asked.

"I killed them," Sahar said, "except for the head guy who Beth kicked out of a helicopter at ten thousand feet. We figured he had a minute or two to think about his sins before he hit the ground. The one who was about to brand Beth was himself branded all over his face before I carved off his cock and balls and fed them to him."

"What about the captured guy you took this morning?" I asked.

"He's dead," Sahar said. "He didn't survive after he answered my questions. He died quickly though, because he was so forthcoming in his answers."

I looked at Brigitte and she nodded. "He was naked and I was in my wolf shape and Sahar threatened that I'd eat his cock and balls if he refused to answer or lied. I had my teeth bared and I was growling the whole time he was questioned. He was terrified, and neither of us sensed any deception on his part, so Sahar stabbed him in the heart when we were done. She said his body would be disposed of."

"He was threatening women and my friends," Sahar said. "We don't know who was behind it, but he's out of the battle now. If it had been Beth or our children, he would have died much slower."

None of the others seemed surprised by what Sahar said. Given what I knew of her history, I wasn't surprised that she was a little blood thirsty, but the others accepted it. On the other hand, Fatima had been branded and Edgar would see that every day. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised at their ability to tolerate violence to the wicked.

Conor joined Joshua and his paramours after supper, while Brigitte joined Gretchen and me in our bed. Around eleven, Conor returned and showed Brigitte where Joshua's bedroom was, then joined us in our bed. He said he was too tired for intercourse since neither of us were ovulating, and they'd worked him hard.

"Who'd you have sex with?" I asked.

"All of Joshua's submissive women twice, and Sahar once," Conor said, "sometimes with Joshua, sometimes without, and sometimes with another woman involved. He had this gigantic bed, that was absolutely great for group sex. The submissives were just as slutty as you are, and pretty much insatiable. I guess I could lick you, but don't expect anything else until tomorrow morning."

"That's okay. Gretchen and I had plenty of sex with Brigitte and each other, so tomorrow morning is fine. Did they enjoy it?"

Conor grinned. "The only reason you didn't hear them all scream, is the bedroom is soundproofed and everyone would shove a pillow in the mouth of the screamer. Apparently, it happens often enough they're prepared."

"Did you let Beth give you a blow job?" Gretchen asked. "She licked pussy like a wolf."

"Fuck, I did. She's like a wolf with a hundred winters on them. First human I ever had who could suck a dick like that."

"From what I understand, she has almost as much sex as a wolf does, so maybe we shouldn't be surprised. And honestly, most obeisance doesn't even extend to an orgasm. And a lot of other sex is just to climax. It seems to be an art form for her."

"And the others for that matter," Connor said. "Joshua said she trained them all, but no one was quite as good as she was."

"Considering the help they're giving us, maybe we should make them honorary wolves?" I said.

"Maybe we should," Conor agreed. "Give them all a wolf medallion to wear in the event we go to war, so they might be protected as much as possible, at least the children."

"I hope that doesn't happen," I said. "I suspect within the week, Hogan's Alley will reflect what war with wolves will look like. Sahar doesn't seem to leave things to chance. She'll be prepared."

"Do you regret telling them?" Conor asked.

"No. I think they'll try to stay out of it as much as possible. As long as we leave them alone, I think they'll leave us alone."

"I'll call Rene tomorrow and let him know. Maybe we can get something when we pass the testing devices out."

"That would be nice."

I went to sleep with Gretchen on one side and Conor on the other.

******

Before we got up, Conor gave me a good shafting while I licked Gretchen, so I was in a fairly good mood. None of the children were at breakfast, so all of Joshua's submissives were naked, as was Brigitte. Sahar had on a bra and panties, and Joshua boxer briefs. Seeing them naked, the rest of the wolves stripped off as well, Conor becoming erect from the scent of the aroused women and ovulating Beth.

Breakfast was laid out buffet fashion with the raw protein set aside for us.

After we sat down, I told Joshua that Conor had spoken to his father and the alpha was going to send special medallions for the children.

"I don't know what's going to happen in the future, Joshua, but we'd like your children to be protected as much as we're able. In the event of war between shifters and humans, put the medallions on your kids. They'll be infused with shifter scent so shifters will know they come from our pack alpha. As much as anything can, if a shifter scents them, they'll pass your children by as wolf friends. I'd like to give them to all of you, but Rene didn't feel they should go to humans we could be at war with. I'm sorry."

"I understand. I guess we're hoping cooler heads prevail as well. I consider you as friends. If war does break out, it might be like the civil war, brother against brother, friends opposing friends. I'm not looking forward to such a thing."

"Nor are we," Brigitte said. "It will likely lead to the extinction of our species. Even if some survive, they'll have to remain underground, unable to shift so we don't give ourselves away, unable to breed, gradually dying out even without dying in battle. We need humans to survive. War will be the end of us."

"Since we think shifting is what helps sustain our longevity, we may even end up dying off much faster," I said. "Gretchen couldn't have regrown her arm without shifting. I hope it doesn't end like that."

"On a less somber note," Gretchen said, "how did you all enjoy shifter sex? Was it as good as we said it was?"

"I guess I was sure it would be good," Beth said. "You'd experienced human sex and had a basis for comparison. We've all experienced top notch human sex, much better than the average bear, so I wondered if it would be that much better. It was. That surprised me."

"You surprised me," Conor said. "I've never had a human give me a blow job like yours. It was equivalent to a wolf of advanced age and experience."

"I did tell Jessica that I generally had as much sex as wolves, and probably more of it was dedicated to pleasure, since obeisance really didn't come into play. If I had sex with someone, it was always to orgasm, and frequently the best I could give."

"I never thought I would ever have an orgasm as good as my wife could give me," Sahar said. "The one I got from Brigitte was the first one I ever got that was better."

"Remember, Brigitte is substantially older than Beth. Even if Beth had sex as often, it hasn't been for as long," I said. "Practice does count. It's like you and shooting. Does anyone spend as much time shooting as you do?"

"No."

"Even though Brigitte is older," I said, "she's never practiced shooting like you have. Probably a few hours a month. She can't shoot like you because you might spend that much time every day. It's the reason you're better than anyone. You don't want to fail the people you love if anyone should come after them. It's that important to you. Sex is important to shifters. Until the last eight or nine years, wolves had to seduce human women, then somehow convince them to have sex with them in their wolf form. They had to be good at sex in order to reproduce. They were more successful the better they got at sex."

"You're absolutely right," Beth said. "Their reproductive success depended on their ability to convince human women to have sex with their wolf. Most women would reject the notion unless they continue getting great sex before, during or after having a child."

"Exactly. Most of the women who've had sex with a wolf would like to continue. It creates more breeding opportunities. Some of the women who agreed to have puppies were totally cuckolding their men, and would prefer having sex with wolves after. One of my high school friends had a child with an ex-husband and was raising the child on her own. As part of her breeding agreement, wolves had to take her on two dates a week and provide child care services. While being pregnant is no joy, the women knew they wouldn't be raising the child, so no lifelong costs of having one."

"Do you think we've gotten lazier sexually because we started paying for our breeding?" Conor asked me.

"I haven't seen any sign of it, but you have to realize that even if paying, the woman still needs to be convinced to give it up to your wolf. That's a big ask for most women. The stigma against bestiality is still high for almost any human. I think they still need a little coddling to get over the hump. They need to realize they aren't fucking a dog, and having your human form to have sex with too, might be the little push they need. I personally think that you and Brigitte have both gotten better since the first time we had sex, so you're not resting on your laurels."

"Who do you think is the best lover you ever had?" Beth asked.

"My fiancé and Master, Quinn. I know at least part of that is my submissiveness to him. I'd say the second best is my alpha, Rene, Conor's father. Tied for third might be my husband, Sean, and some of that might have been my submissiveness towards him. I think the sex is always better with someone in control of your orgasms. You?"

"I would have said my Master until Conor fucked me last night. That was something special."

"And part of that might have been you ovulating. I'm sure Conor was giving you the business because he scented that. It always pushes the wolves to do their best," Brigitte said.

"Can you use birth control?" Miranda asked.

"No, our shifts reject the hormones like it was a germ," Brigitte said. "When a wolf is ovulating, either she's left alone or has sex other than vaginal."

After breakfast, since we were naked, Conor, Gretchen, Brigitte and I shifted to our wolves and fought, Conor and Gretchen against me and Brigitte. Sahar, Joshua and Beth watched some of that, although only Sahar stayed after we started slashing, biting and drawing blood. I'm sure she was trying to figure out how she'd kill a wolf without a gun.

We licked up the blood we'd spilled on the mat, then shifted and showered, dressing for lunch since the children would be there.

More raw hamburger for us, grilled burgers and dogs for the others. The kids had thought up some more questions and we answered them freely. Before the end of the meal, Edgar came in and said our new quarters were ready.

"Children, I have something very important to tell you," I said. "My pack leader is going to give each of you children an medallion. It will be in the shape of a wolf head, and infused with werewolf scent. If war breaks out between humans and shifters, you need to wear your medallion around your neck. It will announce to any wolf who smells it that you're a shifter friend, and they should leave you alone. It's the best we can do for the kindness you've shown to us."

"Do you think it's going to happen?" David asked.

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "They've made two attempts on werewolf lives already. I'm fairly certain more will be made. We won't allow ourselves to be slaughtered, so I imagine it depends upon what happens in the future. There isn't a wolf alive who wants a war with humans because we know we can't win that war, but we'll fight before we're caged or killed."

"Will your children be at risk?" Sarah asked.

"Everyone is at risk in a war, but the wolves will leave them alone. Humans know wolves have lived where they are, so who knows. Maybe they'll stay with my parents if it comes to that. My puppies will be at risk if they're found."

"I hope nothing happens to your puppies," Abraham said.

"Thank you. I appreciate that." I rubbed his head.

Lunch over, we wolves climbed into to back of a nondescript van with our possessions. Inside were two huge boxes which Edgar said were the testing devices ready to go to the wolves. He stayed in the back with us while two other guys drove the van. No one was armed with silver. It was the first time I hadn't scented it on Joshua's folks.

We arrived at an indoor garage and got out, going up a floor to an apartment on the second floor with a bedroom large enough for two queen size beds, and table, chairs, fridge, stove, bathrooms in the rest of the apartment. The fridge was filled with meat, steaks, pork, hamburger, sausage, eggs and some common condiments. The beds were made and looked comfortable.

"We've got three teams of four around this building. Two couples in different apartments in this building, the rest of the apartments are vacant at the moment. There are two more couples in the building across the street, different apartments. They both have video feeds to this apartment and each other's. The other four people are rovers, two walking, two riding. We also have alerts set up whenever anyone uses one of the two doors to enter the building and the garage.

"I'll show you where the tunnel comes from the other building and we'll take the tunnel over there."

There was a hidden space behind a wall and stairs leading two flights down, to below the garage. We walked a couple of blocks and came up another flight of stairs to the warehouse. Edgar showed us the outside of the tunnel from that side. It was well hidden and had a switch to open the door. Portable walls had been moved in to create a bedroom, living area and kitchen/dining room. No stoves, just the stocked fridge to keep the meat fresher. The warehouse was equipped with a lavatory and shower, although that wasn't too close to where we'd be pretending to stay.

"A couple of warnings. Use your current phones anytime you're making contact with the regular world, such as calling news organizations. When you're about to leave here, turn those phones off, and use your burners, but not until after you're in the other building, unless it's an emergency. We've got a couple numbers programmed into the burners to call for help from us or the three teams outside your sleeping quarters, or the four teams covering the warehouse. Just say warehouse or apartment and they'll know where to converge. The burner phones also have access to the alerts on your sleeping quarters and the video feeds we've got set up. I recommend you never go outside of your sleeping quarters, so no one can figure out where it is. If you want to run for exercise, run the tunnel. Eight times back and forth should be a mile.

"When you make an appointment with a news crew, ask them where they want to get picked up. It will be a van similar to the one we brought you in, unmarked and no windows in the back. We'll search them for tracking devices and phones, direct them into the back, lead them on a circuitous route both to confuse them, and lose any possible tails trying to find out where you are by following the news teams. We'll bring them into the warehouse before letting them out, so hopefully, they don't know where they are. They'll leave the same way when you're done with them. If the crew didn't stay, just call for a pick up on your regular phones.

"Now, I know that I could eventually find this warehouse just by triangulating your phone calls, and I assume any other competent individual can too, which is why we have the guards hidden outside, and you're not staying here at night. If you don't leave the warehouse, a sniper can't shoot you. I assume they're too smart to try attacking during the daylight. The cops would be too quick to respond. If they attack at night, they won't find you, and we might have some more folks to question. If they're more Firebrand people, even those shitheads won't be able to say it's their people taking contracts on their own. The CEO said anyone who took a contract without authorization would be fired. Once is a coincidence, two is certainty as far as I'm concerned. Any questions?"

"I'm satisfied," Brigitte said. "How do you feel about the arrangements, Conor."

"I'm good too. It's better than anything I could have set up."

"When do you want to schedule your first interview?"

"This afternoon, with Martina Hendrix?" I asked. "Let her know I'm alive and kicking and see if she wants in on another exclusive and to have some werewolf dick."

"Sure," Gretchen laughed. "Sounds fine. Otherwise, we might be bored."

"Why don't you settle in here and check in when you're back at the apartment," Edgar said.

"Will do. Thanks, Edgar," Brigitte said. "I didn't expect this."

"It's more excitement than I've had in a year. I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, so this is good."

Edgar left and I called Martina.

"Miss Hendrix, this is Jessica Hagerty. How would you like to have an exclusive interview?"

"I thought you were dead?"

"Everyone was supposed to think that. We wanted to see if the sniper was a solo act or part of a larger group trying to capture or kill shifters. Figured they might show up at the morgue to see if they could kill a couple more and take the bodies. While we still don't know if the sniper was acting alone, there's definitely someone out there targeting shifters."

"God, yes! I'd love to get an interview."

"For security reasons, we'll be doing everything different from now on. You tell us where you want to be picked up. In front of your studio, or anywhere else is fine. You'll be searched for phones or other tracking devices, then brought to our location in an unmarked van, by a circuitous route to throw anyone following you, off of where you are. You'll conduct the interview, be loaded back in the van and returned back to where you were picked up. We won't be doing any more interviews today if you take it, so you'll get first crack at the story. If you don't want it, I'll see if Chris Lambert wants it."

"I'll take it. I'll definitely take it, no question."

"Can you be ready for pick up in an hour?"

"I'm not sure if I can get a full crew ready in an hour?"

"Go guerrilla reporting. We can record the interview on one of our phones and you can send it to yourself. Our male wolf is here and you can test him out after the interview, see why wolves enjoy fucking so much. If you had a crew here, you might not want to enjoy him as much."

"As a wolf?"

"However you want to. He'll do it anyway you want."

"Oh, wow. Yeah, we can definitely do that."

"Are you close to your ovulation?" I asked.

"Why? I don't intend to get pregnant. I'm on birth control."

"Because if you are, the male won't lose his erection as long as you're here. You'll be like candy to a baby."

"Oh, shit. How close do I have to be?"

"Within a couple of days."

"Oh, God. I'm ovulating tomorrow."

"Then you'll get to decide when you're done. Some other woman was ovulating last night and he fucked nine times. He was insatiable."

"Pick me up in front of the studio at 2:30."

"Someone will be there, follow their instructions."

I hung up.

"You played her like a fiddle?" Brigitte said.

"Would you mind licking her while she's fucking Conor?"

"You know I won't."

"Prepare for the whole world to know how good werewolf sex is. Maybe we can quit paying for puppies."

The others laughed and we hugged. We called Edgar and let him know to pick up Martina Hendrix in front of her studio at 2:30."

"We'll handle it."

"You two might want to strip off," I said.

"Why?"

"To show her what she's going to be fucking later and get her excited by the prospect, and for any fast shifts we want to show her. It might not hurt to have someone as a wolf to scent any trouble that might be headed our way."

"Good idea," Conor said. "I'll do a perimeter check and see what I can smell. If anything changes, it might be a good warning in the future."

"I'll do it with you," Brigitte said, "in case I'm the wolf on duty if a change occurs."

They both divested themselves of their clothes, shifted, and walked the entire perimeter of the warehouse. Gretchen and I still made too much noise when we shifted, but I suggested we go into the tunnel, shift, run for a while, then do the same thing, walk around the warehouse. She agreed. I know that when I did my perimeter walk, I could smell four restaurants in the vicinity, an Italian or pizza, a Greek, and a French, with another one whose food I didn't recognize, but Maine wasn't very cosmopolitan and I knew you could get any food in the world here.

I don't know how far the NBC studios were from where we were located, as I didn't know our location either, but it was quarter after three before they arrived. The door went up, a van drove in and the door went down. Martina was helped out of the back by one of the security guys, and they removed a hood from her head.

About the first thing she saw was Conor and Brigitte buck naked, with Conor rapidly getting an erection.

"What's going on?" Martina said, probably concerned she was going to get raped or something.

"Conor and Brigitte are our bodyguards. They've been trained as bodyguards, and wanted the ability to immediately shift to their wolf shapes if necessary. He got an erection because he scents your ovulation. Don't worry. He won't have sex unless you want to," I said. "Like last night, it's the reason he could fuck all evening. We'll have them put on robes if you want to interview them."

"Do all wolves have such meaty cocks?"

"They all have human DNA, so it tends to follow general human averages, although I'd guess that all wolves are perhaps somewhat bigger than average, but Conor's father has a big cock too, so I'm sure that's part of the reason for his endowment. They also tend to be more handsome or beautiful. Genetic imperfections seem to be eliminated. We have a little living area set up. Why don't you have a seat and we'll get started on the interview."

"Where is this?"

"We don't know, and we don't want to know. We don't intend to leave the building and suffer more attacks. Conor will be taking the movie of your interview on my camera, so any time you need to look at the camera, look at Conor." And his big cock, I thought to myself. "He'll wait for you to ask a question, then turn the camera on us for the answer. Go ahead and do the intro and ask your first question."

"Hello, this is Martina Hendrix from the Today Show with some surprising new developments in the werewolf story. I've just learned that Jessica Hagerty did not die from the assassination attempt a couple days ago. She's with me now. How did you survive the sniper attack, Jessica?"

"Well, obviously, it hurt like a bitch getting shot, and it was a close thing, but my body's recuperative abilities allowed me to survive, when most other people would have died."

"Did everyone else know you survived?"

"The people with me did. They'd pulled me back into the building and Gretchen was crouched over me to keep me from getting shot again in case of further attacks. By the way, thanks for that, Gretch. You're a great friend." She smiled and nodded.

"Why did you mislead the public about your death, Jessica?"

"Are you familiar with the fact that Beth Wilson-Hafeez has a bodyguard to protect her from real monsters, human traffickers; her wife, Sahar."

"I believe I've heard her name."

"You should find out more about her. She's a remarkable woman. Deadliest person I've ever met. She's saved Beth's life multiple times. Anyway, after I was shot, Sahar suggested that I should go to the morgue as if I was dead."

"Why?"

"There was just an attack on my life. We didn't know who it was, or why they'd shot me. Was it a lone gunman, or was it something more? Sahar suggested I go to the morgue, because if I was dead, they'd think I wasn't a target anymore. We could find out if other Weres would be attacked or if it was just me. The other worry that we have is that some irresponsible, and may I say, evil, persons would be interested in vivisecting werewolves to see what made us what we are. By sending me to the morgue, we could find out if anyone came to collect my body, and/or kill Conor and Brigitte, my bodyguards.

"As you know, the morgue was attacked at around 3 AM, by members of the huge security company, Firebrand Security. Now, they've denied sending any of their operatives to the morgue after me or other Weres, but there were nine of them. Is it really likely that nine of their professional operatives jumped the fence on their own to attack us? I certainly don't think so.

"Now Firebrand is employed by both the government and large corporations for their services, so I had to wonder if it was some huge pharmaceutical company looking for a new wonder drug, or the government, some members of which have recently bought stock in big pharma. They couldn't send the Marines unless they wanted to admit the government was involved."

"You're referring to President Duncan and Senator Jenkins, aren't you?"

"I certainly have to wonder if where there's smoke, there's fire, Miranda. Is all of this unrelated, or is it a conspiracy against Weres? I don't know, but by the steps taken to bring you here, you know we're treating this seriously."

"I do. You're getting help?"

"We are. There are some people who don't feel that Werewolves are a threat to them. They're assisting."

"Who is it?"

"That's beyond the purview of this interview. I'm happy to talk about shifters, but not our help as they might become targets too. That would truly be unfortunate."

Every time Marina looked at the camera, she saw Conor with his big, hard cock sticking up proudly. We wolves could scent her arousal, which also made us aroused.

"Gretchen, you seemed genuinely distressed at the press conference announcing Jessica's death. Do you have some acting talents we're unaware of?"

"It doesn't take much acting to realize the love of your life just got shot and almost died. Another inch closer to her heart, maybe she dies. Plus, I'm wondering if there's going to be an attack on the morgue, endangering her and my other friends and bodyguards. It didn't require much acting."

"Where did you go after the press conference?"

"A secret location."

"When were you and Jessica reunited?"

"After the morgue attack was crushed, back at the secret location."

"What did you do when you saw her again."

"Had sex and slept. No one had gotten much sleep the night before."

"The police haven't talked much about the help you had at the morgue. Why is that?"

"You'd have to ask the police. I don't know."

"You've got two bodyguards with you now, don't you, lifelong wolves?"

"That's right, Brigitte and Conor. Some famous people might recognize Conor. He's worked as a bodyguard for some of the rich and famous, some right here in New York."

"They're both naked right now?"

"They are, to facilitate a shift from human to wolf without their clothes interfering in the shift. They're both much faster than Jessica and me. Whereas we still take around ten seconds to shift, they're both capable of shifting in under a second. If you want to see it, either of them can demonstrate, although you'll lose your cameraman if Conor demonstrates."

"Brigitte, could you please shift to your wolf and join us on set."

"One second, Martina," she said, and then she was her wolf. She trotted up to the couch where we rubbed her fur.

"Can you two understand her when she speaks wolf?" Martina asked.

"We can understand about eighty percent of what she says," Gretchen said. "We're still learning. She can understand about half of what we say in wolf, as we don't speak it as well as we understand it. She says half of what we say is gibberish. We can't speak wolf with human vocal cords, so we can't really demonstrate both sides of a conversation."

Brigitte gave a short series of yips and barks.

"What did she just say?" Martina asked.

"She said you're very aroused and she's hoping she can lick your clit when you're fucking Conor," I replied. That caused another spike in her arousal we could all smell.

In reality, all Brigitte said is that Martina wanted to be bred, but I elaborated a little for her. Brigitte gave a wolfie grin.

"What are your future plans?"

"To continue spreading the word that shapeshifters and humans can safely coexist, that we're not the monsters that President Duncan said we are, and if we cooperate, things will be better for everyone. Enmity between shifters and humans will only lead to heartache for both," Gretchen said.

"Do you have anything to add, Jessica?"

"You know, speaking to Beth and Sahar about some of the troubles they had with human trafficking, reminded me that shifters have never engaged in human trafficking. We never raped human women. Even in the attack against my home, the rogues were looking for another wolf, not us. They happened upon me carrying a puppy and decided I could provide them with puppies and took me with them, but they spared the children and Gretchen except for biting her arm off and she was holding a weapon at the time. So, sure, wolves had some bad apples like everyone else, but by and large, the problems were against others of our species, not humans, and we cleaned up our messes. Since humans engage in human trafficking and sexual assault and abuse against women and children are so frequent that they have to build shelters such as those run by Beth Wilson-Hafeez. Whereas shifters don't have any of those problems, who are the real monsters in this world, humans or shifters? If you're honest with yourself, you know the answer to that question.

"Another point raised by one of our anti-shifter protesters the other day is that we're unnatural and against the will of God. I pointed out to her that if everything was destroyed by God in a great flood except those God chose to save, we wouldn't be here unless Noah saved us, and in fact, since we can have both human and animal children, in addition to shifter children, saving shifters could have made more sense to God in the long run. Something for all the Christians out there to think about."

"That brings up another point. Do wolves practice religion?"

"I think you could describe all Weres as naturists. They believe in the natural world, and all that it encompasses. Gretchen and I were born and raised as Christians, and I think we're open to all religions as a result of our upbringing, but so much has changed for us, and I'm not sure were strictly anything anymore, as religion, culture, race, and class status, all seem to divide humans, but shifters live in relative harmony with all other shifters despite what their heritage was."

"Once again, I thank you for speaking to me and giving me another opportunity to share your story with our viewers. This is Martina Hendrix from the Today Show, signing off. That's a wrap."

Conor quit recording and asked for the address that Martina wanted the video sent to. Martina sent it to her email. Brigitte shifted back to her human form and then Conor and Brigitte took Martina back to our little bedroom area, For the next two hours, Gretchen and I listened to Martina begging to fucked and licked by the two wolves. Martina could barely walk when they were finished.

"Given how good that was, Martina, do you really think wolves need to rape anyone in order to enjoy frequent sex?" I asked her.

"Not on your life. I have never had sex that good. They were both amazing. Do wolves experience sex the same way humans do?"

"Let's say that my experiences as human and wolf are roughly similar. I experience equal amounts of pleasure in both my human and wolf forms, but having hands as humans does create more ways to provide pleasure, and more positions to have sex in. I think I speak for all shifters when I say that sex as humans is a richer experience than having sex as wolves. I look forward to seeing your next broadcast. When do you think it will appear?"

"If I go straight home and edit it, I might be able to squeeze at least part of the interview in tomorrow. Most might have to wait until the following day. My producer will have the biggest say."

We called for Martina to be picked up, and five minutes later, she was hooded, bundled into the back of the van and gone. We set up two more interviews tomorrow, one with Chris Lambert and Good Morning America again, and one with another interviewer we'd had to cancel after I got shot. We ate some of our food, leaving plates out to give the place a lived in quality, mussed up the other bed, and then used the tunnel to go to our apartment, setting the surprise traps behind us before we left, and turned off our regular phones.

We did some tunnel racing as wolves for about an hour, then shifted, showered and found our beds. Conor still had a little something-something to give me before we went to sleep and Gretchen got a good licking before she went to sleep. Before nodding off, we made a request for four robes so we could do any further interviews in robes as opposed to clothing. The person on the other end said they'd bring them along with our first guest tomorrow.

******

We watched the Today Show the next morning and saw nearly the entirety of the interview we'd done on the phone. The quality was pretty good for a phone camera. It had been edited from what we'd shot. For one thing, the shot of Brigitte's transformation to wolf had been edited down so that her nude human body's appearance on the screen was so brief, it was almost nothing more than a dream, or faint impression of nudity you saw before her change started. You saw the whole change, brief as it was, before her wolf stood there. Any implications of the sex Martina was going to have was gone, so the wolf speech was edited out, but it was a good interview.

We ate some of our breakfast in the warehouse so that the remains of the breakfast would be there indicating we were living there, as well as both beds being mussed so it looked like we'd been sleeping there.

At ten, the unmarked van got there with two guests inside, Christ Lambert and his cameraman from Good Morning America. We were all naked when their hoods were removed after they got off the van, before we were given the four robes we'd requested. We casually put them on as they watched. The van remained there with the driver and two security guys so they didn't have to open the warehouse door until the men were hooded again.

The cameraman took light readings, then mounted lights on his camera so he'd have enough light for the interview. Chris helped each of us put wireless microphones on our robes.

We took them on a brief tour of our living spaces such as they were before we took seats.

Chris gave his intro to start the formal interview. They started with the why I'd pretended to be dead and all the security precautions we were now taking to ensure our safety, which was pretty much what we'd covered yesterday afternoon. We also introduced Brigitte and Conor by first name only, but we touched on their normal professions. We didn't want them to be looking up information on them if we could help it. Conor might be recognized anyway by some of his former clients, but there was no point in making it easy.

"Why didn't you die?" Chris asked. We were leaving off the wearing of body armor, hoping that they would think it was a bad shot as opposed to anything else.

"That was due to the amazing recuperative powers of shifters, Chris," I said. "If the bullet had been closer to my heart, I would have died. Luckily, the assassin missed my heart by several inches. It was touch and go, but within a half hour, my body was back to normal."

Also maximizing the actual time to heal. Enough humans already knew the truth. No point in letting more of them know.

"When we arrived, you were all naked. Why was that, Brigitte?"

"That's how wolves normally behave in our den, Chris. Transforming from human to wolf and back would ruin our clothes, so unless we have human guests, we're normally naked most of the time unless we're leaving the den. It's part of the reason we have sex so often. Opportunity."

"We understand you're quite a bit older than Jessica and Gretchen, Brigitte?"

"Yes, I am. I'm older than her human mother, almost old enough to be her grandmother if her mother had become pregnant at an earlier age. I'm 69, Chris."

"That's amazing. How old are you, Conor?"

"Twenty-two."

"How long have you been working as a bodyguard?"

"After becoming an adult at age seven, I underwent three years training to become a bodyguard, then started working at age ten. By the time I met Jessica, I'd been working for three years."

"You were one of her initial bodyguards when she began her job of surrogate services providing the pack with puppies as I understand it."

"That's correct. My alpha was the one who started paying for surrogacy services. Since we were putting a lot of pack resources into her breeding, we wanted to protect our investment. Brigitte and I were put on the job of protecting her initially. I was replaced when Jessica became serious about her relationship to her first husband, Sean. He was more comfortable with Jessica having two female bodyguards instead of one male and one female."

"How did you get along with him otherwise?"

"Fine. Sean was a great man. He was my female alpha's son, and once he realized that he was the son of two shifters, he embraced his close relationship to the pack, even though he was human. Since I was the son of the male alpha, the female's mate, we were like step-siblings."

"But not full siblings?"

"No. It would be highly unusual for there to be full siblings, especially prior to paying for surrogacy services. Prior to paying, we usually were able to seduce a woman into having one puppy. Before paying, my father had one other child, a daughter. After the payment program started, he's had two more, one with Jessica, and he'd be my half brother, and one with another woman, also a daughter. They're both too young to have shifted yet, although Francois is getting close."

"So you're Francois' older brother?"

"Half brother, yes."

"The mated alphas can't have children together?"

"Not shifter children. They can have human children, who we can't raise for safety reasons, so we try not to have them, or wolf children who are given to real wolves to raise. They have had one litter of wolf children, now deceased as it's uncommon for real wolves to live longer than twelve to fifteen years."

"Can a female shifter have a shifter child?"

"We haven't figured out a way to do it yet. Not once in our history has it happened, unless Romulus and Remus were actually born to the wolf bitch that raised them. Our bitches would love to be able to have them."

"What sort of professions do other shifters have, Brigitte?"

"Almost anything you can name, Chris. For a time, I did some bodyguard work. I've also done hunting and tracking of rogue shifters. You have to understand that the prior secrecy regarding shifters made some jobs impossible. Anything in the public eye for very long is too difficult to keep secret, so there aren't any shifter movie stars or astronauts. Since we don't age like people do, keeping that secret for more than six or seven years becomes impossible.

"There are shifter stunt doubles, police, teachers, firemen, farmers, scientists, lawyers. But whatever job we get around humans, after a few years, we need to move, change our names, get new IDs with new background credentials. That might be the only good thing to come out of the Presidential address. We won't have to do that anymore. It might open a lot more job opportunities to shifters if we're not secret anymore, if war doesn't break out between our two species."

"Why would war break out, Brigitte?"

"Some humans are already trying to kill us, Chris. Are we supposed to lie down and die, or fight back. Our numbers are such we can't possibly win a war against all of humanity, but I'm not going to let myself be exterminated without a fight. Right now, we're hoping that the government that's supposed to protect us all, will do their job and arrest and prosecute those responsible for attacks against shifters. If we don't see that happening, we will start retaliating for attacks against wolves. I'm talking to Firebrand Security specifically, for one. They claim that their operatives were acting on their own in the attack on the morgue, but if further 'unprovoked, unauthorized, solo attacks' occur against shifters, we'll have to assume that they were, in fact, authorized, and we will go after the leaders and management of that company, and any operatives wherever they are. Don't take the lack of action thus far as an indication of our unwillingness or inability to protect ourselves. We'd like the police to handle this if they will, but if they can't or won't, Firebrand management may wake up one morning with a wolf ripping out their throat. That doubly goes if they should attack our children."

"Do you have any children?"

"A human child."

"Conor, do you have any children?"

"Two human children to the best of my knowledge."

"And you feel as protective of those children as you do about shifter children?"

"Of course. Just because they will die a long time before we do, doesn't make them less loved. In fact, it may make them more loved, because we'll have them less time than our shifter children, who we hope will outlive us. I get regular updates on their lives from their parents, even if I can't hang around them."

"So their parents know they're your children?"

"Mine and the mother's. Their father was infertile so chose me to provide them with children. They knew I wouldn't interfere in the children's lives or ruin their marriage."

"Who are they?"

"Chris, I'm not going to say who they are. It might not only be humiliating to them, but put a target on their children's backs. They chose me because I lived nowhere near them so they didn't have to be reminded all the time of the paternity. It's their secret to tell if they wish anyone else to know. I certainly won't say a word."

"Jessica, are you aware of other human children born to shifters and humans?"

"Of course, including some to people working in government. There are a number of reasons for humans to want a shifter to provide a child, infertility not being the only reason. There are also accidents. My own mother was an accidental pregnancy. My grandfather was grooming my grandmother to become a shifter breeder, but he so cared for my mother that he got careless once in his human shape and inseminated her. She hadn't yet learned about shifters, and was upset my grandfather wouldn't marry her. He was willing to provide for her child, but she wanted nothing more to do with him. She died in childbirth, not knowing she was having a child with a shifter. My mother was put up for adoption with Tender Mercies after the death of her mother, as they'd been notified of the probable birth. I think my grandfather would have tried to place her with human parents himself if he wasn't out of town on pack business at the time of her birth. She got taken away immediately, and he was never informed of who adopted her. We only learned about my grandfather when I became a shifter breeder myself.

"Speaking of shifters caring for their human children, my mother became very close to her father after learning of the circumstances of her birth, and he provided a lot of information to her that she didn't know, including what her mother was like. They had regular contact up until the wolves went into hiding, and he attended my marriage to Sean, as did others within the Wisconsin pack. Just because we appear to be animals sometime, doesn't mean we don't love and care for our loved ones as much as humans do. Humanity needs to stop thinking of us as animals. We're not human, but we're not animals either. We're more human than an animal is, with all the rich emotional character that humans have. Beth Wilson-Hafeez has tested all four of us and found us indistinguishable from humans based on a wide range of psych tests. We're not monsters. Let me repeat that. We're not monsters."

"Despite threatening to rip out the throats of Firebrand Security management?"

"Would you prefer we hire a sniper to shoot them from long range, Chris, like they may have done? Our ability to get close to them would probably depend on being unarmed, and I'm sure they have bodyguards looking after their own security. I'd prefer to get close enough to make sure I'm killing the right person, and not some innocent bystander," Brigitte said. "There's no reason for their family to be at risk because their idiot partner or parent is attacking shifters. I suppose I could snap his neck, but is that much different? Dead is dead, and it might serve as a warning to others who might target shifters. It's much better than blowing up their car or house while other people are with them. Just make sure no more attacks occur on shifters by Firebrand personnel, and he'll never have a thing to worry about.

"What would you do if you or your family is at risk, Chris, and you knew who the attackers were and the police weren't protecting you? Invite your attackers to tea, give them another opportunity to finish the job? We're talking about attacks on my loved ones and friends. My job is to protect them in any way I can. Until we know the police will protect us, we need to look after ourselves.

"I know the scent of the sniper who shot Jessica. If I scent him again, he's going to be sorry. If I were him, I'd move far away and never return to New York, and he may want to get in another business. Shooting folks isn't a good career choice, especially, if the people he shoots can shoot back."

"You feel quite strongly about that."

"No question, especially when I'm responsible for guarding them."

"We understand you and Conor can shift much faster than Gretchen and Jessica."

"A blink of an eye."

"Could you show us?"

"I'll show you. Conor will remain human and armed."

Brigitte stood up and took off her robe. "Don't blink," she said, then shifted.

The cameraman almost dropped his camera. "Holy fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Did you catch it on camera?"

"I think so. Geez that was fast."

"Is Conor faster?" Chris asked.

"Slower, but not by much," I said. "You might not be able to tell the difference without a slow motion comparison. Conor's father is even faster than Brigitte, and I once saw my future mate, Quinn, shift so fast while he was dressed in clothes, it looked like his clothes exploded off of his body."

"Why did he shift with clothes on?" Chris asked.

"A fight with a young alpha wolf outside of Ottawa. The wolf was trying to claim the four human breeders he was with who were making cross country trips to see their families to inform them that they were having children for infertile couples. He'd deposed the old alpha at a very young age and was a horrible alpha. He's the one who later killed my husband and took me, trying to make up for the humiliation of his earlier defeat. He should have been rejected as alpha of his pack. He was after he lost the fight. It's why he was so eager to find Quinn again when he found me."

"I think that does it for our interview, today. I'd like to thank all of you for your time."

Brigitte shifted back and all four of us shook their hands before they were hooded and loaded back on the van for transport. The three with the van waved before they left. I recognized all three from prior meetings, although I didn't know any of their names. They had sure liked Brigitte's nudity. All three had the beginnings of an erection before they left.

We did some tunnel running before lunch. Shifting in the tunnel masked the noise Gretchen and I still made when we shifted. We ate another meal of raw hamburger, letting the sweat dry on our skin before putting our robes back on. We were ready for the next interview at two PM, a woman named Karen, and a generic cameraman we weren't introduced to.

Nothing much different happened during that interview than the earlier ones, except our interviewer was ovulating and Conor had an erection during the whole interview, so the cameraman could only shoot him above his chest. Just for fun, Conor was the one to shed his robe and shifted for them, and Karen couldn't take her eyes of his dick as long as he didn't have his robe on.

When the interview was over, and they weren't recording anymore, I asked Karen if she wanted to have sex with Conor.

"I couldn't. I'm married."

"Why don't you ask your husband if he'd mind?" I said. "Tell him that you've got a unique opportunity to experience werewolf sex, and you promise to tell him all about it when you get home. See what he says. I've been surprised by the number of men who let their wives have sex once they knew it wasn't another man who'd she'd be having sex with, and they're not interested in forming permanent relationships with human women."

"They took our phones."

I handed her mine. She stepped to a vacant part of the warehouse and made the call. She came back with a surprised look on her face.

"He said yes."

"You're ovulating," Conor said. "It's why I've got an erection. I could scent it. Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

Conor took her hand and led her to one of our beds. For the next hour, we could hear Karen begging for Conor's dick. When the cameraman got an erection listening to her, Brigitte gave him a blow job. He bellowed louder than Karen did when he climaxed. Gretchen and I canoodled on the couch while they were busy.

When Karen came back, she looked like she'd been well fucked and put away wet. It would take some time in front of a mirror to set things aright.

"Now you know why shifters don't have to rape anyone," I said. "If we get what you just got, we're happy as clams. Having experienced it once, you'd like to have it again, wouldn't you?"

"God, yes."

"Well, no wolf will fuck you without your husband's permission, so it won't happen unless he wants it to, and if it does, you'd better let him fuck a wolf too, so he can see what the fuss is all about. Keep telling everyone you know that we're the good guys."

"I will."

"Have a pleasant evening," Conor said. He was still hard under his robe. They got hooded and loaded on the van. The security group gave us a big thumbs up after they were tucked away in the back.

After they left. We straightened up the warehouse and washed our dishes, turned off our phones and headed back to the apartment.

That evening, Conor got a call on his burner phone from Rene, telling him where to meet the New York pack member. We called for a ride and Conor went with the van to the meeting, where they passed the testing devices to another pack member. He gave Conor the wolf medallions for Joshua's children. They were heavily imbued with werewolf scent. When Conor got back, he told the driver to deliver the medallions to Joshua. They'd know what to do with them.

******

The next three days were pretty much like the last two. Interviews morning and afternoon, sometimes leading to sex. One gay guy wanted sex with Conor, one lesbian with Brigitte and one single woman had sex with both of them. I gave her photographer a blow job when I confirmed he was single. The lone exception to the first two day's routine, was getting taken to a makeshift lab for some testing of both our human and wolf shapes. Manuel was there, although they also had a couple full blown MDs and a vet specializing in wolf medicine. Gretchen and Brigitte shifted to their wolves and got all the wolf tests. Conor and I remained human for the doctors. Everyone was surprised at how fast Brigitte shifted, not having seen it before now.

We got x-rays, MRIs, CAT scans, blood draws and whatever else they could think of without cutting us up. The tests took roughly five hours to perform. When finished, we got returned to our new home and hit the sack rapidly without sex, we'd been kept up so late.

The third day in the afternoon of the third day was another, major exception. Brigitte had shifted to her wolf for the cameraman, when she suddenly woofed softly, a noise I recognized as danger. She immediately shifted back to her human form and got on the emergency phone to Joshua's people. Edgar answered.

"The sniper is back outside," she said, putting the phone on speaker.

"Where?"

"I'm not sure. He's where the wind outside is blowing his scent to our current location. He'll be upwind, and probably no more than two or three hundred yards away, max."

"Would he know your exact location?"

"Unknown. For all I know, he walked by on the street to eat at one of the nearby restaurants."

"Stay put. We'll have someone looking for him or her."

"Definitely a him unless a her would wear Drakar Noir male cologne."

"Don't let anyone leave. Have the driver and team do another search of the interview group, and the van itself. We'll have people slowly move in to cover you."

"Thanks."

Raphael was the driver today, and Brigitte approached and told him the sniper who'd shot me before was back, outside our current location, though for what purpose was unknown.

"If it's an attack, it's fucking bold doing it midday," Raphael said.

"Your boss wanted you to do a thorough search of William and Fred here to see if they've got any Geo locator equipment on them, and to check the van to see if you somehow got bugged or tagged."

"Why would we be tagged?" Fred asked. He looked worried though. I could smell a spike in his adrenaline."

"Trying to find out where the shifters are located for either yourself or somebody else," Conor said, smelling the same thing I did.

William said, "You wouldn't do that, would you, Fred?"

"Fuck! Everyone wants to know where the fuck they're hiding. It would be a huge scoop."

"Why is the sniper outside our building?" Brigitte asked.

"I don't know anything about a sniper. I just wanted the lowdown on where they were," pointing to us.

"Where's your device?" Raphael asked.

"I have a Tile in a little zippered pocket in the sock on my right leg."

"You asshole," Raphael said. "You could be bringing a whole assassination team down on us."

"Why would I do that? I don't want to die."

"Where'd you buy the Tile?" Conor asked.

"Some shop on 47th Street."

"The home and travel security shop run by Firebrand Security?" Raphael asked.

"It's not called Firebrand. It's called something like Fire for Your Home."

"Owned by Firebrand, you stupid fucker. I suppose everyone knows you from the 11 o'clock news."

"I imagine. I'm number one in my time slot."

"So a news guy walks into a Firebrand owned security shop and wants a Tile when every other news organization is doing interviews with the shifters. I'll bet they started following you as soon as they realized who you were. If someone comes in here shooting, I'm shooting you first," Raphael said.

"I'd still check the van," Conor said. "If they saw this guy get into it, they might have tagged the van too."

Sure enough, Raphael found another tag magnetically attached to the roof of the van.

"Fred, you really are an arrogant prick," William said. "I hope I can get your ass fired."

"If you can't, I might know someone who'll be happy to cut off his dick and balls and shove them into his mouth while he bleeds to death," Raphael said.

He went into the back of the van and got several rifles from a locked compartment, issuing them to Conor, Brigitte, and the other two guys with him, as well as himself. He was going to give Gretchen and me handguns again.

"You're the better shots, you take the guns. Gretchen and I will shift to our wolves. We might be able to give you advance warning, if we smell a bunch of guys starting to mass outside the warehouse, and be able to hit them fast from the sides to throw them off and confuse them."

"Remember the flash-bangs. I don't have ear protection for you." He passed ear plugs to the others.

"We don't have to see or hear them. We'll be able to smell them," I said. "We'll close our eyes, so we can see what we're biting, and even if they blow our eardrums, we should be right as rain in a few seconds."

Gretchen and I both shifted and took one of the two doors, crouching low beside them.

"You might want to hog tie these two so we know what the fuck they're doing," Conor said. "We can put them in the bathroom and hope to hell someone's alive to let them go when it's over."

Raphael handed some zip ties to one of the other men and told him to take care of it. When he returned, Raphael put Conor, himself and the other two on the vehicle bay door and said Brigitte could take the human entrance by herself as it was smaller.

When they were gone, Conor asked if we should use the tunnel, since the news guys wouldn't see where we went to. My ears pricked up.

"My guess is they already have infrared gear on us, and they know how many bodies are in here. If we're not here when they come in, they'll suspect a tunnel and start looking for it. Get behind the van or any concrete pillars, give yourself some extra protection."

Gretchen and I whimpered low around fifteen minutes later. My whimper said many men were massing outside the vehicle door. Gretchen's said some men were behind hers. Conor told the others.

Brigitte got a phone call on the emergency phone and she said that there were about thirty guys outside. "Twenty-five outside the vehicle door, five outside the small door."

That coincided with what our noses were telling us.

"As soon as they breach the doors so our guys know for sure they're coming in, they're going to get hit hard from behind. The sniper's location is dialed in, and he'll be taken out first," she said.

"Probably Roberta," Raphael said. "I'm glad she's got overwatch."

"They're putting breaching charges on the doors," Brigitte quietly announced. "Any time now."

"Tell our guys not to shoot the wolves," Raphael said. "They'll be hitting them from the side. For what it's worth, our guys aren't using silver."

Brigitte passed the word on, then hung up the phone. We waited.

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