Hungry like The…..

Yeah…

I woke up, sore…and mystified and still kind of upset. I felt, good, really good this itch scratched somewhere deep inside. I felt satisfied in a way that I’ve never known. It took me a few minutes to really get the willpower to move and tried to do it quietly so not to wake Dom.

He was out to the world sleeping really deeply, I run my fingers through that dark wavy hair of his and I can feel there’s been this bubble of hurt and anxiety of not being good enough and loss there slowly draining away…from his heart…I feel it all centered around me and there is this feeling that I’ve never had in my life before I fixed that kind of pain in someone. Not just someone, Dominic…my first…well my second lover but the first man in my life and my mate.

Yes Mate…it gives me a shiver just to say that and yet there’s this part of me that is so deeply ingrained inside of me and my heart that I cannot resist or even deny the power he has over me. I might have felt caged inside or enslaved by the idea of that but I also know that he is as bound to me just as deeply in his soul too.

But even as I slip his large black shirt on over my naked body and inhale his scent I see pictures here and there in the room of my beloved Katya. Me and Dom might be me and Dom but I’ll never forget my Katya and I’ll never stop loving her.

I pad down the halls and follow my nose to a large set of kitchens. I think I recognize this place now as Hunt Valley Lodge I used to think that it was this really exclusive and swank hunting and fishing lodge that only the really rich got to go to while the rest of us locals and peons where supposed to stay off the place. I can sort of feel it, sense it this place, this whole valley is wolf territory, more than that this is mine.

Dobson Fisher the local butcher is inside and he’s cutting meat up. I’m not sure what kind it is but it looks like a large game animal, a buck deer or a moose maybe. I’m actually feeling this feeling in me of my wolf blood waking. My canines feel longer and sharper and I can tell my eyes have changed. He notices me. And stops what he is doing and sketches a bow like motion his right hand curled into a claw over his heart, and this lowered gaze and this feeling being offered up….that he’d die for me.

Okay…that’s unnerving and at the same time thrilling and I can see though how this would have weighed on Kat and Dom both being raised in it. I stare for a moment and take it all in before repeating the gesture and pushing the same towards him. That I would die for him as well. That wasn’t expected. I could feel the shock, the surprise and the honor it meant to him….I could practically feel his tail wagging. I smile at him and he beams back at me. “Can I get you anything your Majesty?”
“No thank you Mr. Fisher, well if you can show me where a few things are I’m starving and I could really use a coffee.”
“Are you sure your Majesty?” he asks as he leads me over to a very nice coffee maker.
“Please Mr. Fisher call me Stevie not any of the royal stuff, that I guess is my new job title not really who I am. I’m still the kid that used to come into your shop to get your awesome homemade hotdogs and your really great cold cuts.”
He’s smiling again, but passes me my coffee.
“Alright, But you don’t have to call me Mr. Fisher either.”
I think about it for a moment.
“Can I keep it up? Like a military thing. I mean we are at war here.”
“War?”
“With the Templars.”
“We have always fought against the Templars to survive.”
“Just to survive?”
“Yes, Katya’s Dam and her family believed that wolves only fought in defense of themselves.”
“Yes but we’re part human too and we’re not fighting another animal or even other wolves. We’re fighting men, and these men seemed bound and determined to hurt us and or wipe us out. We can’t just go on just defending ourselves. We have to make it cost them. They’ll have to know that every time they come at my people they’ll be pulling a bloody stump back.”

A few of the others had come in and I was getting stared at. I can feel it, they’ve never heard one of their leaders talk like this before. Well up to not long ago I was Steven and while I wasn’t all overly guy asshole aggressive I was still or at least as far as I knew before what happened last night a normal guy. I’ve changed a lot but on some counts not at all. I’m still me and there’s just something’s that you can’t let stand.

They give me that bow and I return it just like I did with Mr. Fisher. I can feel their surprise with that too, the waking of something in them. “Please I’d appreciate it if we called in the pack, the whole family I need to know everything about us and what’s really going on in the world and not what I thought was going on before my change.”
They hesitate a moment before leaving. I turn to Mr. Fisher. “I’m going to clean up and eat and talk to Dominic I’d actually really appreciate if you could do up a platter for us and have it sent to my rooms.”
“Absolutely Stevie.” There’s this note in his voice, pride, excitement…he smells like his blood’s up.
I pour another coffee and get one for Dom and steal a bit of fatty raw meat like I was stealing a slice of bacon off of a regular breakfast. I can’t help but to roll my eyes as I head back to my rooms both coffees in hand.

I wake Dom up with a slightly deer blood black coffee kiss. He opens those emerald eyes and stares at me before is nose twitches in response to the blood and the coffee. “Morning.” I smile at him.
“Morning.” He smiles back and blinks a few times before rubbing at his eyes with his knuckles which it kind of oddly a paw like gesture, kind of cute too.
“Dom, we need to talk.”
He looks at me and passes me back his coffee then falls back on the bed laughing.
“What the hell is so funny, flea-bag.?”
“You…you are... You’ve just been changed from human to one of us then from one of us into Katya’s successor and a woman and not even a few days later. But oh no the next morning you…you come to me and say the most female of words ever spoken.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You and this need to talk.” He’s kind of really smug about this, he’s definitely being that smiling panting animal that’s got his dick hanging out of it’s sheath as he’s sitting up being all cocky. “Stevie, we had sex, we’ve consummated ourselves to each other, we are mates and it is a final thing. There is nothing to talk about.”

I’m getting really pissed really quick that he’s just assuming that this is what I wanted to talk about. My temper gets the best of me and I throw the hot coffee on his face and torso in a splash shoving the feeling of this not being about that and this being very serious and very important to me. I go into the bathroom and slam the door just pissed and growling.

I start to calm down once I start getting cleaned up. Using the bathroom, is a completely strange experience for me and aside from the weirdness of the way it feels it’s not really such a big deal. Taking a shower on the other hand did have a much different learning curve. I’m a lot more sensitive all over and a ton more sensitive in certain areas but there’s a lot of pleasant things about it as well. No, I didn’t go there. I’m not the horned up boy that I used to be and yeah, being a woman, a girl, mood is a factor. But it was both odd and perversely fascinating.

I can feel Dom’s feeling of being sorry as I come out of the shower dried and naked. I’m a lot calmer as I head to the closet and the dressers to find something to wear. I’m very aware at the way he follows me with his eyes. There's an animal thing in that attracting your mates attention I'm enjoying as I move. I can smell the food set out on the table in here. I feel this strangely satisfying sway and bounce to the way that I move, even breathe really. I smile as I find clothes and then choke up and tear up a little as I recognize some of them as Katya’s things. I very reverently put them on. God...I can smell her in the fabrics. It makes me get this lump in my throat and ache in my chest. I take a few minutes, I need to.
I struggle with the bra but sliding into the panties was so right. Katya’s power changed me but she made me real, I feel it as I slide into just a pair of yoga sweats and a scoop necked t-shirt and look in the mirror.

This is the real me, even if I’m not even human anymore, this is me. Stevie Parker.

I walk over and sit at the table and cross my legs and start eating. Dom’s quiet as I do. The food is mostly venison, barely cooked with a variety of stuff to go with them. I especially like the split shank bones full of roasted bone marrow. I slather in on top some bread and eat quietly with Dom for a few minutes. He pours us some wine after a little while. “You wanted to talk?”
“Are you ready to actually talk without being an asshole?”
The look on his face is a bit broody and stormy, He’s a prince, he’s not used to be called out on his shit. I love you Dominic, but welcome to America.
He does this canine sigh out of his nose. “Yes.”
“Good, I’m taking the pack out into a different direction.”
“Oh?”
“I’m going after the Templars.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, look Stevie you are new to this world, these men are dangerous. The have monies and men and resources. It is better to run and hide and keep from them.”
“What about your people? What about the wolves of old Europe.”
“There is a reason why there are not so many wolves in Europe.”
“Things are going to have to change Dom.”
“No, you will not do this, I forbid it.”
“I’m queen here not you, you’re a prince I outrank you.”
“Stevie!” He growls at me. “I am your mate, I am your Alpha, you will obey me!”
Part of me wants to, part of me wants to give in and crawl over to him and lick and kiss his jaw and then beg his forgiveness and take his hot hard manhood into my mouth. But part of me is stubborn like stubborn has never seen before.

I calmly stare him down as I slowly spoon some chopped heart and liver tartar into my mouth. I can feel him so strongly, so much wanting me to give in to him about this. He’s actually desperate for this, he’s scared. He’s scared and I don’t blame him but I can’t not do this. I can’t let this go. “Dom, I can’t. I can’t let this go. Every instinct in my body is telling me I have to do this. I’m not going to stop. You can throw all the commands at me you want, or yell at me all you can and everything else…but I’m still doing this.”
He stares at me and I think he’s honestly at a loss. “Stevie…”
“Dominic…If you’re with me I won’t be distracted, If you’re with me you can advise me and keep all of us safe.”
“Stevie…I…”

I get up sliding out of my chair and killing my wine and then sliding onto his lap. I look him directly into the eyes and hold his gaze, I stare into him and let him feel how serious I am about this, let he feel how bone and blood deep I need to do this and how much I need him. Need him with me. It’s minutes on end before he relents, and he gives and that, that’s so fucking hard for him, it’s against his nature, his instinct and his upbringing. “So be it.” He whispers and sighs it at the same time and I know this hurt him…Time to make it better. “Thank you Dominic, thank you…”

I kiss him slowly and deeply my fingers sliding along the scruff of his face, and through his thick wild wavy midnight hair. I break the kiss only to change the angle and kiss him again only frenching him. I break that one to nibble on his jaw line, lick it, suck on it and slide my way down his body. I inhale his scent as I feel the soft and not too thick down of his just right amount of chest hair. He hasn’t showered yet so he still smells of the last time we had sex and of coffee where I splashed him and make my way down and pull his manhood free of Dom’s silk boxers. I’m driven, turned on beyond any doubt at taking him into my mouth, using my tongue, frenching him or trying to. I like the kneeling, I like being this kind of wanton submissive loyal and loving whore for him. It’s instinct, at least sexually…even if it’s not socially. There’s a feeling of my brain shutting down in the best way when his hands slip into my hair and takes control of my movements. It’s so perfectly freeing. It does something to my female wolf psyche as he slides into the depths of my throat and he uses me…

It’s good, it’s better than good when I can feel this healing the hurt I caused him when he gave into me just a few moments ago. I’m still me, I’ll always be me and that’s as much the guy I thought I was who liked heavy metal and muscle cars and stuff. I’m still a wolf and still the queen here and there was a war started here. I’m still me even though sexually, I find so much pleasure in what he’s doing to me. I’m still me when I’m swallowing, or when he orders me to turn around. I’m still me, when he takes me from behind on all fours his fingers wound through my hair as he uses it to guide and control my movements.

Yes, he’s got a hell of a lot to learn about who, I am and there’s so much that I have to become to terms with about myself.

***

It’s been three days since I’ve started this… “quest” of mine.

The very first thing was bringing the pack together and not just the principles that were present earlier at the lodge. We are bigger than even we thought…why? Because not everyone can carry the wolves blood. You have to be born with the trait from one or both wolf parents or like me have the right essence to be changed…being changed by one of us is rare, and can only be done by an Alpha…and it requires Mana?

There are books in the basement here, they talk a lot about majik and the way that if you had the gene it can by woken by the sacred bite. That means I’ve got the gene in my bloodline. That made sense considering my Grandfather lives here.

But bigger than we thought. All over again Why? Because I’m asking my people as they come about their families. The ones in the know I asked to bring their families up here. The others too. I remember that night two days ago when I asked for them to be gathered.

I was sitting on the floor in front of the main fireplace. There is a great chair used by the Alpha’s but I’m not using it. I had it move to the conference room. I waited until the first principles were gathered.

“Welcome everyone, for those of you that don’t know me I’m Stevie Parker and I’ve inherited the Alpha-ship from Katya. I if you need the reassurance am going to continue the pursuit of relations with the Prince of the Fenry.” Those in the know of me and Dom, being together chuckled a bit at that. I smile at them. “I’m glad that’s reassured a few of you but there is something serious to talk about. We’re at war.” There’s some stirring. “We are at war with the Templars and I’m sure we have other enemies too and I can’t lead myself in good conscience and allow us to be hunted anymore. We’re not coming out to the world but we are to our families.”

“The ones that hunt us don’t know how many we are, we don’t know because for too long only those born to change and the rare ones that have been changed like me have been considered “pack” but we have families, we have those of us that carry the wolf gene that should be recognized, our mates, our children they’re all at risk even if they cannot run and hunt on four legs.”

I had gotten up and began to pace. My eyes changed and my nails sharpening and my teeth changing with the intensity of my feeling.
“They will find out in time about this, nothing stays hidden forever. They will come and they will kill us, they’ll murder those we love just like they done for centuries and just like they did to our Katya.”
“We come out to our families first.”

………..That happened yesterday. Even mine. Dom went and took my grandfather and flew first class out to Chicago and got my family together and brought them here. I drove with him earlier in the day to grandfather’s shop. It was just a while ago when I was living here but it felt like longer. He looked up and smiled at me. “Can I help you miss?”
“Hi gramps it’s me….Stevie…”
He stared at me. Then he glared at Dom? “This was your doing?”
“No, it was not, it was Steven being with Katya.”
“She did this…she doesn’t have the strength?”
“Her death made her strong.”
I got a bit flustered. “Gramps? You know about all of this?”
Gramps waved a hand and I felt something and the door closed and locked…itself… “How?’
Dom looked at me. He’s nervous, gramps really unnerves him. “Your grandfather is a sorcerer Stevie, he married into our kind. It was not approved of by very, very many. Human majik doesn’t mix well with our bloodlines it suppresses the wolf genes.”
Gramps looked at him. “It’s exactly why we ended up staying together, Mary wanted out, she wanted a normal life for our children.”
I looked at him. “Grandma was a wolf?”
“No, not according to the pack but she was wolf-kin and carried the gene.”
“And you…you do majik?”
“Yes, and you might have too. Your power was growing. I was going to start teaching you.”
“You were?”
“Yes, since your father suppressed his gifts his gift passed itself off to you.”
“Dad knew?’
“He did and refused to have anything to do with learning it and your grandmother made me promise to leave all of it alone, to not push him. I tried to tell her that it would surface later. Now you’re a wolf…Katya ‘s dead?, Wait…”

He stared at me funny and I felt him…feel his presence pressing on me seeking. I push back on it. He really stares and his eyes got bluer…more blue? There’s this feeling gathering around me like static? I shake it off like water off my fur. “You’re the Alpha?”
“Yeah, it turns out that way…” I couldn’t help but look down, I was a bit scared. Dom picks up on it and growled…just a little, hands balling up. “Stevie is fine as an Alpha, she is a strong leader, a very strong Alpha.”
Gramps looked at me, then at Dom. “You’ve mated?, I see…Listen Dominic, I’m no wolf, I’ve never been accepted into the pack or Mary either. All your standing doesn’t mean anything to me. So calm down boy, we humans have a very different view on the guys who are having sex with our grand-daughters.”
He finished it with a smile for me. After he was so terse and matter of fact about it honestly it surprised me. “You’re not mad?”
“Oh, there’s lots to be mad about honey, but I love your Grams and she was one of them, there was no wonder you always felt so drawn to Katya. It’s just this, you being Alpha…Stevie?..(I nodded) your not born to this, it’s going to be…actually I’ve no idea.”
I looked at him.
“That’s part of what I need from you gramps, your help and your understanding in all of this. The pack, Our families aren’t safe from these Templars or whatever else has been chewing us up over the years.”
He looked at me. “You sound like you mean even the non-were in the wolf families?”
“I do, the pack is family, and family is everything right?”
My Grandfather stood and walked around the cash and he hugged me…he hugged me and shook my hand and I’ve never seen him look this proud of me ever… “You’re absolutely right Stevie, family is everything.”

…………My Dad was pissed and my mom’s still freaked and passed out very medicated. Dom said there was a lot of yelling and screaming at home and He had to shift and Gramps did some majik stuff to shut them up. Well, it worked for awhile, Dad lost it about me being Alpha and a girl and he said some very unkind words about Katya, and Dom and even gramps. I’m not going to go into that screaming match. I yelled back, screaming at him partly shifted about all the stuff he never told me, told any of us. For awhile it was me and mom both screaming at him.

Then he went there with the whole me being gay and with Dom and how this is the way I’ve always been meant to be and that maybe if he hadn’t suppressed who he really was then I wouldn’t have either…Them Mom drops the bomb that I was born with secondary female parts…that I was what they call intersexed nowadays.

I lost it at that point and freaked on both of them. If I had really known about this, if they had left things alone? If….if…if…

Dom actually saved me from going off worse than I did hauling me out of there after I splintered a dining roof table. I cut loose on cut shifting to half-way or what I’ve now read up was referred to as our warrior form. We tore up the room again as I was out of control with anger and grief. And we fought until Dom crashed me to the ground on top of the bed pinning me down one claw around my muzzle and his teeth at my throat his weight and strength pinning me down and his transformed presence pressing down on my transformed mind until I caved in and submitted…and he took me.

I remember it hurt; that terribly violent primal thrust, that hard fucking knot…it searingly hot inside me in this bad but so good too good way. I remember Dom’s strength, forcing me to stillness to calmness as he took me. It’s not rape, please don’t call it that or confuse it as that. Dom took control of me when I didn’t have any of my own and from that came the love. As dominance oriented and violent as it began it, became lovemaking, then it became me giving him myself in an offered up way.

Can I ask you what’s more holy than baring your throat, you soul, and giving up everything…everything to your partner and all that they do with it is love you?
Can a wolf find god?
I think I did then, or saw them.

………..My experience wasn’t exclusive and there’s a lot of stuff we’re all going to have to work out about the wolf pack and this life being real. There was a lot of fights, and yelling and freaking out and tears. I’m going to have to find a way to help them all. The thing was, when I got really into the Templars and talking about what happened, about how they came after us and I let others tell their stories and I read from several journals given to me by Dom who had found the books and the archive in the basement.

“We are united by the danger to us and all those we love. They’re not going to stop and they’ll find out all about this soon if they don’t know now. We’re going to have to fight them. We’re going to have to be smart and organized and pool the resources of our pack. This is the genetic age everybody, even if they don’t know they will. Or the government or some other thing or all of those things.”

I look at everyone in the lodge, many of them in wolf form not just to drive the point home but to just fit everyone in here. I look over the sea of faces and muzzles and all those eyes. “We’re a pack now, on two legs or four we fight, we run, we love together…”
I swallow the lump in my throat and let the tears slide from the corners of my eyes. “You’re all my pack, that means you’re all my family. I swear I’ll do my best to protect all of us…all of you. Family is everything.” I push those words my promise out and look them all in the eyes again and make a claw gesture with my right hand over my heart and make sure they all get it, feel it. I’d rip my own heart of for them.

Wolf, furred and non…they all slowly bow before me again…. “Thank you I love you all too. But please get up we’ve got a lot of work to do.
***
The next evening.

Arlington road just outside of town. Derek Martin’s farmstead.

Sheriff Harper one of my pack’s normal’s told me about these bastards. Drug dealers that they couldn’t catch. Couldn’t pin anything on them. Legal bullshit. They were white-trash rednecks with connections to the Aryan’s. The skinhead racist assholes who were supposed to be allied to these ultra religious conservatives that were in turn allied to the Templars.

We don’t have those limitations. We surrounded the farm. First went the telephone lines, then the power panel was suddenly ripped free of the house. There was chaos in the place as they ran around inside. There was yells of a raid and cops and they ran outside. Him and three other men.
Nothing…I sent some wolves inside quietly in through the basement windows. Then stepped out of Dom’s car in black shades and a little white lycra mini-dress, white leather boots.
“Derek Martin, we need to talk.” I say to him.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m the woman that you are going to tell me everything you know, about anything I ask you.”
“I don’t think so lady, yer trespassing and I’ve got every right to blow yer ass away.”
I motion with a hand.
Alexi, Adrian, Kristoff and Jesse are already shifted into warrior state. Unseen until they move into action. Derek’s dodge Durango gets thrown with their combined inhuman strength and goes rolling and crashing acrossed the front yard between us.
I raise a single eyebrow.
Derek turned and stared…Then turned and pointed his shotgun at me.
Dom wrapped a huge clawed hand around the shotgun just there unsee, unheard out of the darkness, he growled and squeezed it like it was a tube of toothpaste.
His three buddies ran inside.
Some of Derek began to run down his legs from both ends.
There were screams inside the farmhouse..not even a single gunshot.
I don’t even try to hide my distaste of him and his scent as I get closer.
“Like I said, We need to talk.”

And in the background from the ruined Durango drifted out from the speakers.

….. “In touch with the ground.”
“I’m in the hunt, I’m after you.”
“Smell like I sound I’m lost in a crowd.”
“And I’m hungry like the wolf….”