Parker's Love – Scooter and Malachi

By: Nicholas Hall
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Chapter 8

“For why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions.”

(Song of Solomon)

Magnum means large, right?

Terrance, The Minx, was the first to tumble into Malachi’s bedroom, chortling, holding his side, sore from laughing! James, smile on his face signaling his own amusement as well, stepped in right behind him. The Minx could hardly contain himself, eager to tell us Percy’s latest pronouncements.

I was seated on the chair, having made haste to tuck my cock back into my jeans and slip on my shirt when I heard my brothers chattering down stairs on their way up; well, The Minx was doing the chattering and I assumed James was doing the listening.

Malachi was seated on his bed, facing me, putting on his shoes, shorts (sans underwear now under the bed well coated with our cum as we used them to wipe ourselves clean), chatting with me as if nothing climactic just occurred not two minutes previously, looked toward the boys as they came in.

Terrance, arms crooked and elbows close to his body, imitating a bird, started strutting up and down, asking, “Have you heard Percy’s version of Little Miss Muffat?”

Our assurances we had did nothing to stop him from reciting it again, before he asked, still portraying the Perverted Parrot, “How about Jack be Nimble?”

Nope, we hadn’t heard it!

“Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, cause I’m gonna fuck you!”

“Terrance,” I admonished, “don’t you repeat that at home; you hear?”

He nodded his understanding, I’m certain with fingers crossed behind his back, and asked, changing the subject, “Are you ready to go home yet?”

The Minx didn’t have a clue what transpired on the bed before James and he came into the room. James, on the other hand, furrowed his eyebrows, raised his nose slightly in the air, and sniffed, catching the scent of something he was becoming familiar with since he now had a few black curly hairs appearing around his growing cock and descending balls! He looked at me, switched to Malachi, and back to me, his smile, ever so slight previously, broadened and his black eyes twinkled with the new found knowledge of his brother and his brother’s boyfriend apparent escapades prior to his arrival.  I blushed, confirming what he thought he knew, now he did know, was true! It also confirmed I’d have little to hide from my younger brother.

The trip back across the lake, with one last hug from Malachi and waves goodbye as he stood on the dock watching our voyage, was relatively quiet. Bumping into our dock, Terrance clambered out, quickly secured the rope, and, claiming to have to pee, raced toward the house. James helped me finish securing the boat and stowing our life jackets in the equipment container located near the dock.

“Scooter?”

“Yeah, James!”

“Does ‘Let’s jig-a-jig’ mean what I think it does?” forming a circle with a forefinger and a thumb and ratcheting another finger in and out of it.

“Yep, sure does!”

“How about ‘slobber on my knobbler’?” making an “O” with his mouth and shoving a finger in and out while sucking!

“Yep, you got that one right too.”

“Thought so!”

“Percy?”

“Yep!”

Visiting over the phone with Malachi Sunday evening, before I went to bed, all he could say, to begin our conversation was “Scooter, my ass is dragging!” I could well believe it! Malachi had been through a tremendous series of life changing events; rape, beaten within an inch of his life, hospitalization and surgery, physical rejection by his mother, relocation to Northern Wisconsin to live with an uncle, an uncle he never knew he had, and his spouse, and now, working in a resort area at “Cayden’s Cottages.”

I wondered if it wasn’t part of his Uncle Dave Taylor’s strategy to keep him busy and by doing so help him work through the emotional trauma he’d suffered as well as the physical activity to help his body heal. Certainly, it’d help with any depression he might have because of the rape itself. I also wondered if his doctors recommended professional counseling for him or if they were coordinating through Mr. Taylor since he was a guidance counselor, although I didn’t know if he had any training or experience in this type of counseling.

I had so many questions and so few answers! The one answer I had was simple; I loved Malachi Duranleau.

School was still in session so Malachi’s uncles would only permit him to work afternoons and weekends with mornings during the week devoted to his school work. He did have two afternoons off from work during the week to catch up on his homework, rest, or, when I came home from school, for the two of us to get together.

Mrs. Kearny, the lady who helped him while he was in the wheelchair, came to the resort mornings to help in the office and do any light housekeeping duties for the cottages. Russ Stark, a retired gentleman, also worked the resort, mowing lawns, minor and some major repairs, and general handyman work as well as making certain boats, motors, and other equipment would be available for guests. When Malachi didn’t work the office, Russ filled in there too. Once school was out and Mr. Taylor was available, this changed somewhat.

I discovered, from talking to Malachi, Mrs. Kearny and Mr. Stark both worked for his uncles, during the spring and fall when Mr. Taylor was back in school, and also during the summer, part-time. They were well familiar with the operation so they were also teaching Malachi how things operated. He wasn’t certain how much they’d work when he began working full-time, but he didn’t seem to think there’d be much of a change. They were reliable and loyal.

It was a good thing we had unlimited minutes on our cell phones since he and I’d talk for well over an hour each night before we each went to bed. I loved hearing his voice, soft, melodic, descriptive, and comforting to me, yet it signified a steadiness and offered reassurance to me, expressing his love and passion.

We really got busy at home as well. Mom had our large, fenced-in garden (to keep the deer and other critters from munching on our vegetables) plowed and our job was to fertilize (“no,” as I explained to Malachi, “we don’t go out and squat in it to shit!”) and prepare it for planting. We have fewer frost free days here, planting zone three, than farther south so planting anything before mid-May is risky! As a result, we don’t plant until around the last of May or the first of June. Oh, there are some things such as onions, cabbages, broccoli, and other “hardy” crops which can stand colder weather, planted early, but in general most planting is delayed until the end of May.

Grandpa Parker, when Dad was growing up, used to plant potatoes, but Mom and Dad opted not to. Dad claimed he could buy them cheaper and have better crops. There were several places on the way to Madison, a trip he made relatively often, depending on the need, in the fall where he could stop and buy fifty pound bags of white, red, or yellow potatoes. The potatoes could be stored in the basement during the winter. Mom would even can and dry some to be used when the fresh were gone, began to sprout, or beyond use. Otherwise, our garden produced a great many fresh vegetables with plenty to can and freeze. Although we weren’t poor by any means, having eight of us to feed did take a bit of cash.

It didn’t seem long until school was out for the summer. Malachi’s days off were Tuesday and Wednesday. His first Tuesday off, we went trout fishing. He sat on the ATV behind me, hands around my waist (rather low so he could diddle with my fiddle, trying to pluck a tune) in order to secure him, while we jounced and bounced down the logging road leading to the trout stream on the eastern side of our property.

A short walk from the small clearing where I parked the ATV, down the trail to a favorite hole of mine which generally produced some nice brook trout, took less than five minutes. We both wore old tennis shoes and jeans, eschewing hip boots, so if we had to wade the stream, it’d make no difference if we got wet or muddy. I patiently showed Malachi how to fish for trout using either artificial bait (small spinners are my first choice) or live bait. I let him do the fishing rather than me. He managed to catch five nice brook trout, all over ten inches.

Measuring the first one, I looked at him and commented, “This one is just about as long as your most manly piece!”

I expected him to say the trout was smaller; instead he just shook his head.

“The trout is about an inch and half longer!” and grinned.

He was thrilled at catching the fish, but not as much as I was. Watching him catch the fish, play them to the net, as well as losing several, shouts of joy when he did bring one to net, was much more satisfying than catching them myself. Just being with my boyfriend, observing him enjoy the same things I did, brought a warmth to my heart and an easiness to my mind.

We did find one wood tick on Malachi’s arm when he got back to the house and a quick check in the bathroom didn’t reveal any others, although a trouser trout became rather excited as I moved it about looking for any critters hiding beneath the twin boulders hanging between his thighs.

I’d taken several pictures of him while we were fishing and when I drove him back to his place, his Uncle Dave had to have a picture of him standing, trout dangling on a stringer suspended from outstretched arms in front of him, grin on his face. Malachi was one happy guy and so was I!  His Uncle Dave also took one of us, arms about each other, our smiles clearly telegraphing how we felt about each other.

Aaron and Samuel took the boat out early, when Malachi and I left to go trout fishing, to see if they couldn’t catch a walleye or two as well as Northern Pike. They did exceedingly well, bringing home nine nice, fat, walleyes and seven good sized Northern Pike. Filleted out, the fish went into the freezer for consumption at another time.

It was still early June and the crappies should remain schooled up for another couple of weeks, if what Dad and Grandpa taught me was still correct and I had no doubt it was. I asked Dad just to make certain; after all, this was our first real full summer living at the lake. The next day, I zipped across the lake, after giving him a call, in the boat, picked up Malachi, and we headed to a couple of Grandpa’s, Dads, and now my favorite crappie hot spots this time of the year. In three hours’ time, we limited out on twenty-five crappies apiece; keeping only those ten inches or longer. I returned him to the dock at “Cayden’s Cottages” and his Uncle Dave had to take more pictures. Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for the resort, there were several guests in the office/store area and weren’t too bashful about asking where we caught the nice fish.

Answering, with a laugh, “in the lake” I became a little circumspect in describing exactly where in the lake, but did reveal toward the “other end” with a wave of my hand, “in about ten to twelve feet of water.” Actually, the crappies were schooled up on what we called “the flats” between two of the several islands in the lake.

Catching fish and keeping them also means cleaning them. Luckily, Malachi was a quick study and after I demonstrated the procedure a couple of times, did a fairly credible job of filleting the crappies.

Mom, on hearing the crappies were “on the bite” suggested, since James loved crappie fishing and Terrance (The Minx) just loved to fish, I take them out fishing after lunch. I did and we had a hoot! Not only did we catch fish, but roared (well, I did; James just grinned) at The Minx doing his best imitations of Percy spouting out his vulgar phrases. Again, we kept only the larger fish, ten to eleven inches and up, but we still had a large number to clean. These fillets also went into the freezer, but for a different purpose.

The Parker Family Reunion attendees have enjoyed fish fries at the lake since Dad and Mom got married, over sixteen years ago (hint, I was an early baby). Grandpa and Dad would spend days on the lake in June catching crappies, since they were so abundant, until they’d frozen enough to provide a healthy portion of fish to everyone in August. Generally, there would be between seventy-five and one hundred at the three day reunion.

Parker Lawn Service started getting a few customers for lawn mowing toward the end of June, so it was keeping us busy, along with our responsibilities at home, especially in the garden. The lawn mowing occupied two to three days per week. I tried to schedule our lawn mowing so Tuesday and Wednesday were free for me to spend with Malachi, but there were times weather or special circumstances didn’t allow it. He was really quite understanding and I was grateful. It still didn’t make me miss our days together any less however. This would change in July when Seth got his driver’s license.

The weather warmed sufficiently for us to go swimming, which we did every chance we got. I made it a point to run the boat, when it was available, across the lake to pick up Malachi and bring him to our house to swim, although the resort had a perfectly fine swimming area. My brothers enjoyed his company and he enjoyed them. I really enjoyed him! The first time he went skinny dipping with us was a surprise- at least to me. Dad had a meeting in Superior and Mom rode along to do some shopping for herself and for us, as well as stopping at one of those “members only” big box stores which sold groceries in quantities. She was getting ready for the Fourth of July reunion on her side of the family. Since Mom and Dad wouldn’t be home until supper, she put me in charge of fixing lunch, sandwiches, and watching over my brothers.

After lunch, all of us headed for the lake to swim “bare-assed necked” Terrance shouted as he ran toward the water, stripping off his shorts once he hit the dock. We had a rule, among ourselves, we always wore shorts to the dock when we skinny-dipped, just in case someone unexpectedly came to call. Stripped naked, the rest of us were standing on the dock when we heard an ATV coming down our lane. The rest of my brothers quickly joined Terrance in the water, while I hastened to put on my shorts. We all stood, me clothed, and them naked, but concealed by the water until you got close enough you could see there lower bodies through the clear lake water (Crystal Lake, remember?).

We saw Malachi bouncing down the lane on his Uncle Dave’s ATV. He spotted us and drove it over near the dock and dismounted.

“It’s Thursday!” I exclaimed. “You’re supposed to be working!”

“It was really slow so Uncle Dave said I could come over!”

James and Terrance waddled out of the water to say “hi” and received not only a “hi” back but a mischievous smile from Malachi as he surveyed the two naked boys standing in front of him.

“Guess what we’re doing?” The Minx asked.

“Catching crappies?”

“Nah,” responding to Malachi’s guess and wiggling his hips making his little pecker bounce, “they like a smaller bait!” and laughed, heartily and wickedly.

What are we going to do with that boy?

“Come on in and join us,” I proposed, dropping my shorts and standing in front of him.

Malachi looked at me, cast a glance down at his favorite part of me, swallowed hard, and nodded ever so slowly as he began stripping. All eyes were on my boyfriend as he shed his clothes. When he dropped his underwear and was naked like the rest of us, it was a MAJOR event! He definitely was a bigger boy than the rest of us. James zeroed in on Malachi’s long, fat, uncut cock and exclaimed softly, “Oh, my!”

Not The Minx!

“Holy shit!”

Needless to say the rest of my brothers were equally as impressed. Samuel was the only one among them who made any comment.

“How do you find pants that fit?”

Malachi and I jumped into the lake and the fun began. We swam, played tag, keep away with a tennis ball, and just generally enjoyed our afternoon. There was too much activity so Malachi didn’t have the experience of a sunfish nibbling on his pecker! After a couple of hours, we all climbed out and rested on the dock, letting the sun dry us. Malachi was laying on his back, his head on my chest visiting with me, when James approached, spotted some of the fading scars on Malachi’s back from the injuries he’d received. The scars were hardly noticeable but they seemed to bother James.

Sitting next to Malachi, he reached over tentatively and touched one with a finger. Malachi never flinched as James traced, with his finger, the length of the scar.

“Does it still hurt, Malachi?”

“No, James, not anymore, but thanks for caring!”

“Those men were really mean to you, weren’t they?”

“Yes, they were, but it’s over now, okay? I’m fine and I have all of you for my friends to help me continue to get better.”

 ***

June seemed to slip by quickly, especially those Tuesdays and Wednesdays I spent with Malachi; sometimes fishing, sometimes just going to town for a soda or an ATV ride through the forests, or like the day we took the boat to a secluded island cove sporting a sandy beach. His Uncle Cayden suggested it to us since it was a place he and Dave Taylor discovered years before, intimating was a perfect location and well suited for two young men in love.

A warm, sunny afternoon, a private location, clear water, all screamed for skinny dipping, so we did. More to the point, our play became very, very sexual. Kissing each other, our passion unbridled, I squeezed my legs together and Malachi thrust between my warm, smooth thighs, engaging in frottage, the closest we could get to actual intercourse without penetration. I’d urged him, when we first started this sexual practice, to “just slide your cock up and down between my butt cheeks” but he declined, claiming the temptation would be just too great. As much as I wanted to, I heeded his advice to wait until we got an all clear from the doctors for unprotected sex – as if they ever really would approve.

His concerns for my protection bespoke of his love for me. Besides, I was able to watch his face when he came, spewing his juices all over my stomach. Holding me tight, his arms under my shoulders, clasping me, his head alongside of mine, tongue tasting, lips kissing, he’d shiver, shudder, moan my name in ecstasy and desire, and really shoot a large load between my thighs. Feeling his release, watching his face, his lower abdomen rubbing, stroking my own stiff cock would bring me to my release shortly after his. God, it was fantastic! It didn’t change my mind about receiving him anally however, secretly hoping he’d buy some condoms (extra-large) and we could experience sex in that form.

Malachi rolled over on his back, pulling me with him, positioning me prone on his naked body, bringing my head to rest on his shoulders, my legs dangling between his, our nakedness basking on each other, he stroked by cheek.

“I love you Scooter Parker!”

I knew that, but I loved to hear him say it. It always made me feel so – loved!

My back was coated with sand from where we’d lain on the beach and as we visited, he slowly, carefully, brushed it off with his hands, beginning at my butt and moving his hands up to my shoulders and back again. The tenderness he gave to my skin was erotic enough to bring me to a full cock-stand again.

Out of the blue, he said, “I still have dreams, you know, although not as frequently or as bad as before. It seems the more I’m with you, the more all of the bad stuff from that weekend seems to slip farther away. A couple of things still pop up, just like before; you know hearing my mother say she didn’t think ever see me again, like I was going to disappear after they nabbed me. I also remember the price, ten thousand dollars, paid for me.”

Malachi hesitated, thinking carefully! “The other night, I dreamed I heard someone say, ‘grab his feet’ when they put the stinky cloth over my face and I passed out. You know Scooter, I recognized the voice as Myron Lawson, I think!”

“Do you think they were all involved in your kidnapping?’

“I think so, but I can’t prove it! A good attorney would just say my memories weren’t real, only suggested by my intense dislike for the Lawson’s and my mother. It wouldn’t hold up in court; besides finding a fair jury might be a problem since the Judge throws a pretty wide loop.”

He shifted his body slightly, not enough to dislodge me, since he enjoyed the contact our bodies were making. Nuzzling my neck, blowing little puffs of air in my ear, brought me giggling.

“The resort is booked solid over the Fourth of July and Uncle Dave says it’s all of the Chen Family, your mom’s side, coming up for the reunion. Since the Fourth is on a Wednesday, they will arrive on Saturday and stay through until the next Saturday!”

“How many people come to this reunion anyway?”

Thinking moment back over other years, I finally answered, “The largest crowd I think was around one hundred ninety, but usually we have between one hundred-fifty and one hundred-seventy five.”

“Wow!”

Malachi already knew how large my mother’s family was; she was one of nine children, seven brothers and one sister. Between the nine of them they had fifty-five children, leaving my brothers and me forty-nine cousins. Some of our cousins were married with children of their own and more on the way!

The hand which brushed the sand away continued their caress of my smooth back, fondling my butt cheeks, and sliding an occasional finger into my butt crack. I could feel him harden under me so I moved a little to allow his cock, which was rather cramped for space, more room to extend to its full length.

“Where do you all sleep?”

“Two of my uncles and their families will be at your place, Mrs. Kearny usually has one camper in her yard and a motor home in her drive; there’s the private campground over on Turner Lake, there’s a couple of primitive campgrounds (water and pit toilets) in the National Forest, the motels in town, and at our place. Dad and Grandpa put in four gravel trailer pads for motor homes years ago for the Parker’s. The sites have electric and water, but no sewer. As the Chen Family Reunion grew, they added four more sites.”

The additional new pads still weren’t enough! Additional sites for motor homes and travel trailers were created alongside the lane where it left the woods opening into our yard area. Water connections were located on a long inch and a quarter heavy plastic pipe running from our well house and electric hookups were extended from the generator to that area as well. Our solar panels wouldn’t handle all of the electric load, so all camping units had to rely on our generator or their own. Across the lane was a large area for those who tented.

Malachi sort of shook his head. “With that many people where do they all go to the bathroom, shower, and so on?”

“We have a septic service bring in six to eight portable toilets for use and they also pump the travel trailers and motor homes. We put up two smaller tents near the house and put up portable showers in them. Our hot water comes from the outside furnace, so we have plenty, even in the summer. The shower water drains toward the garden so it doesn’t go to waste.”

“What an operation!” Malachi was clearly impressed.

Indeed it was, Dad had to get special permits for such a large gathering and a permit for the fireworks! He also rented a large “event” tent which a company would come and set up in yard in front of the house where we’d have our large gatherings, lunch on the Fourth, card games, and so forth. Other activities, if it didn’t rain included swimming volleyball, horseshoes, the “corn-hole” game (I cuffed Malachi lightly when he suggested it wasn’t the one he’d prefer), to name a few.

Lunch on the Fourth was a whole hog barbeque. Two of my uncles would prepare a whole pig starting the night before so it’d be ready by noon. The smell from the roasting pork would make my mouth water all night. Most of the men and their wives would sit up tending the coals, sipping drinks, and visiting most of the night. The older cousins would join, until they’d tire and head for bed.

Malachi wondered about the cost, but it didn’t cost us that much. Everyone kicked in so we shared in the cost. The Family was just happy to have a place to get together!

“It should be fun,” he said matter-of-factly, “I think I’ll enjoy it!”

“SAY WHAT?”

Malachi, sporting his most mischievous grin, waggled his eyebrows, and kissed me.

“Uncle Dave and Uncle Cayden said, since the cottage guests will be spending most of their time over at your place, after they check in on Saturday, there won’t be much for me to do. Besides, since you guys helped them get ready for the opener when I was laid up, the least they could do was return the favor; so I’ll be there for the whole week, helping wherever I can!”

Sunday afternoon, after we’d moved my grandparent’s luggage into Seth and my bedroom, standing on the front porch visiting with them as they enjoyed a glass of wine and some snacks Mom prepared, I spotted Malachi coming down the lane on their ATV. He slowed, taking a careful look at the four motor homes already sitting on gravel pads, sped up some, and came to a halt in front of the house. A quick glance toward the lake where my brothers, except for Seth and me, were swimming with some of their cousins, and he dismounted and walked toward the steps to the porch.

Not only was I just plain tickled to see him, but it afforded me the opportunity to introduce him to Grandmother and Grandfather Chen and vice-versa! His face glowed at seeing me waiting for him. My own countenance could only be but a reflection of his. Malachi’s smile and twinkling eyes was likened to the sun’s bright rays bursting through clouds, which, minutes before, unleashed a torrent of rain, accompanied by the flashes of lightning, and deep rumblings of thunder. The stars of a winter night couldn’t twinkle as brightly as his grey-green eyes.

My joy at seeing him brought a mild, but not disciplining or disparaging, rebuke from Dad reminding me to be patient. “Slow down, Scooter; he’s not going anywhere soon!”

I knew that, but I so much wanted my grandparents to meet the boyfriend I was so fond and proud of. I wanted them to approve of him, give me their blessing!

Standing on the porch, I reach forth, took his hand, and led him over to the small table where my grandparents were seated.

“Malachi, I’d like you to meet my grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Roy Chen.”

They both stood, as I said, “Grandmother and Grandfather Chen, this is my boyfriend, Malachi Duranleau!”

Grandfather Chen extended his hand, Malachi took it, acknowledging his respect with a slight bow, and smiled. “It is my honor, Sir, to meet the grandfather of my beloved Scooter!”

Turning to my grandmother, accepting her gentle hands, clasped them tenderly, and again giving a slight bow of respect, smiled just as warmly to her. “Grandmother Chen, it is easily noticeable to see where Scooter receives his beauty and grace; attributes I love in him so well!”

Clearly, he impressed my grandparents, amazed my parents, and made my heart swell with his show of respect and honor toward my grandparents.

Grandmother Chen looked up at him; a necessity since she is barely five foot two inches tall, smiled in return, leaned forward, reached up and touched Malachi’s cheek. “Our grandson, Josiah, has chosen well; you’re not only handsome, but so polite and respectful. We wish you many happy years together!”

Turning to me, she commented, “He’s so tall, isn’t he, Josiah?”

Malachi might be of normal height around “white” people, but around our family, except for Dad, he has a four to six inch advantage over most of us.

Grandmother Chen turned back to Malachi, frowned as if thinking deeply, searching her mind for some long stored away event or memory, while commenting, “You move with such grace; grace found only in those who…..!” and stopped suddenly acting as though she didn’t wish to continue or reveal to us what she was thinking. She smiled an almost secretive smile as if suddenly uncovering a memory most secretive – at least to her and perhaps to others.

“Scooter,” Dad interjected, “Could I ask you and Malachi to obtain the services of Seth and Johnny to put out the swim raft, the marker buoys, and the safety ropes, please? There’s a group swimming now, but there’s going to be more this week.”

I nodded, gave a flick of my head for Malachi to come with me, and headed off of the porch.

“Who’s Johnny?”

“He’s one of Uncle Louie’s boys and he and Seth are not only cousins but good friends. They won’t be far apart the whole week!”

Just as I said it, Seth and Johnny stepped from Uncle Louie’s motor home, gave a wave, and joined us.

Using Malachi’s ATV, the four of us hauled the swim raft out of storage on a small flatbed trailer, down to the beach, and slid it off. We returned to the storage shed, gathered up the buoys and yellow ropes and hauled them to the beach as well.

“Did you bring a swim suit, Malachi?” I asked.

“Nope; didn’t think I’d be getting wet!” He thought a moment and looked around furtively. “I suppose I’ll just have to skinny-dip!”

Seth and I both shouted, “NO!” to which Johnny offered to check their motor home to see if one of his older brothers left one in there. While he looked, the three of us went to the house and waited in the “dormitory” for Johnny to return.  Seth and I changed (me getting ogled by Malachi) and were ready to go when Johnny came in, wearing a very skimpy nylon speedo, handed Malachi another one.

“Hope this fits; I think you’re about the same waist size.”

Malachi stripped and as he was placing a leg into the speedo, Johnny whistled, raised his eyebrows and speculated, “Not too certain about the crotch though!”

I cleared the swimming area explaining we wanted to get the swim raft in, the buoys out, and the rope marking the swimming area line out. We loaded the boat with the buoys and ropes. Seth brought the boat around while Johnny, Malachi, and I loaded the heavy concrete anchor on the raft and attached the rope to the large eye bolt underneath. With help from the swimmers, we maneuvered the raft to the water and, walking, slowly floated it to deeper water, climbed on, and let Seth pull us out to where we usually anchored the raft in about eight foot of water. Raft in place, we placed the buoys, tied the ropes to stakes on shore and out to the buoys.

It was hard work and took about an hour and half by the time we were done and close to supper time. My relatives staying at “Cayden’s Cottages” drove over and Malachi enjoyed the evening potluck with all of us. He had a great time, but confessed he’d never remember everyone’ name; to which, Terrance, The Minx, listening in as usual, responded, “Just say ‘hey you’!”

Dad announced the next day the party tent would arrive, the portable potties, and we’d have to lay the water and electric lines, mark sites for travel trailers, additional motor homes, and tents, as well as set up the shower tents. Some of us would also have to go to town  to the school, load up the folding tables and folding chairs we borrowed (Dad always made a hefty donation to whichever student activity fund the Superintendent thought needed it the most), bring them back and set them up in the party tent. All meals and most activities would be held in it. The rental company who supplied the tent also would put down a portable wooden dance floor.

Malachi and I were sitting together as Dad outlined the day’s work. Nuzzling me softly under my right ear, he whispered, “Where do you sleep since you give up your bedroom to your grandparents?”

“Usually in the dorm with my brothers; Seth and Johnny end up in his motor home.”

“Why not come to my house; I’ve got a big bed that’ll hold both of us!”

My eyes widened as I quickly nodded yes and was heading for my mom to ask permission but stopped momentarily.

“Oh,” he added, “pack enough clothes for the week!”

 ***

He did have a nice big bed! I decided to sleep in my shorts rather than pajamas and was standing there waiting for Malachi to get ready. He sat on the edge of the bed, slipped his shoes and socks off, pulled his shirt off, raised his butt to divest himself of his pants and underwear, reached forward, and placed a hand on each of my hips. Malachi smiled, an almost wicked, eager smile, swiped his lips with his tongue, and hooked fingers under the elastic waist band of my shorts.

“We can’t have me the only one sleeping in my all-together can we?” and slowly began moving my underwear down past my thighs. I shivered with anticipation as he leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and wiggled it around in my belly-button. He didn’t stop there! He pulled my shorts clear to my ankles, bade me to step out of them, and licked his way to my crotch. He did an admirable job of kissing and licking his way through my sparse pubic bush, fondling my balls as he did, until he decided they needed some attention as well. Malachi sucked first one of my baby-makers into his mouth, savored it with his tongue, released it, and sucked the other one in to pay it the same homage.

Turning me, placing a hand on my chest, gave a gentle nudge, indicating he wanted me to lay on the bed. Oh, I did, in a hurry, anxious to see what other pleasures awaited me! He stood up, his prodigious cock, the wide plum shaped head partially exposed by his retracted foreskin, narrow opening widened and weeping with fluid, extended out from his crotch, waggled back and forth as he swung my feet around onto the bed, seemed to be an invitation for me to clasp it, stroke it several times, and perhaps, just perhaps give it a taste. I opened my mouth, but he held a finger up to it.

“Blow jobs are also an exchange of fluids and as much as I want you to do me and me do you, we can’t, okay?”

He climbed on the bed, spread my legs, as I moaned my frustration!

“Malachi, I want you so bad!”

“You certain of that, Scooter?”

“You bet I am!”

“Really?”

“Oh god, yes!”

“We can do that!?”

“We can?”

Malachi beamed, raised his eyebrows seductively, removed himself from our bed, walked over to his dresser, and returned with a foil packet and a tube of lube. He held the packet up for me to see. I must admit it was difficult for me to focus on the packet with his fat cock, sort of wiggling up and down, twitching with anticipation, staring me in the face, but I sacrificed momentarily to look at it – the packet!

“Doctors only said no unprotected sex!”

Squinting to read the label better, I commented, “Didn’t know they made ‘magnum’ sizes, did you?”

“Nope; never had much desire to look at condoms in the pharmacy before.”

“Did you buy these in town?”

“Nope; Uncle Cayden got them for me. He figured big cocks might run in the family if my dad was hung as I described.”

Malachi cupped my head in his hands, lips touching my ears, my neck, my lips, before easing me over onto my stomach. He carefully arranged a pillow under my hips, making certain my hard cock was in the right position to receive maximum stimulation from the soft pillow when he mounted me and began his act of love. He spread my small butt cheeks apart, blew a breath of soft air on my anal opening, commenting, “such a beautiful sight!” I heard the cap of the tube of lubrication open and shortly thereafter, he began spreading the cool gel around my sphincter. The more he spread it, the hornier I became.

“Now for the inside,” he announced, slipping a very well lubricated middle finger into my anus. My small, pucker reacted against the intrusion by tightening, gripping his finger tightly as he began to wiggle it around inside me.

“It’ll relax in a minute or so, if everything I read is correct!” he whispered encouragingly.

Malachi began a gentle in and part way out motion, finger-fucking me with his talented digit. Each pass he flipped my walnut-sized prostate, sending almost electrical shocks straight from it to my cock!

“Now more!” He inserted a second finger, worked it around letting me become adjusted to it, before adding a third. Now things started feeling stuffed, a little uncomfortable but not painful – just stuffed.

I turned my head when I heard him tear open the foil packet and watched him slide back his foreskin totally exposing his cock-head and unroll the condom down his length and over his girth until it was secured near the base of his rigid staff.

“Ready?”

 I nodded although looking at the weapon of my choice attached to my champion, I did feel some trepidation, not unlike, I’m certain when a knight’s squire faced the long lance of a jousting opponent! I wondered how anything that big would go into something I thought quite small. I also wondered if I was perhaps a bit fool-hardy in my desire, but determined no one was going to say Scooter Parker would give up and be branded a quitter; as if I’d reveal it to anyone.

“I’m going to really lube me up over the condom, okay?”

“Fine with me,” I thought silently.

I felt the blunt, thick, slick, slightly cool, condom covered head of his incredible cock first nudge my wrinkled pucker, press up against it, and instead of going in, his cock slid up my ass crack! I heard him sign with disgust, pull back, and try again. Again, his thick cock slip up my ass crack, failing to gain purchase where he wanted to put it!

This time it was a groan of frustration, of impatience, of exasperation, of impending failure!

“Well, shit; it won’t fit!”

“Maybe if you spread one of my cheeks with one hand and held your cock with other positioning it and guiding it while you pushed, that might help!” I offered encouragingly.

This time, when the head of his cock touched my pucker and he pushed forward, I pushed back, not only with my butt but also forcing my asshole to widen like I was pushing something out where I wanted something pushed in! Suddenly, “boing”, the head of his cock popped through, lodging just inside my hole! I clenched with surprise and in doing so, trapped that humongous organ head tightly inside me.

“Oh my god!” he moaned with pleasure.

“Oh my god!” I thought, feeling the girth of his cock starting to invade me as he settled more of himself inside.

“Go slow,” I hissed softly.

“I don’t want to hurt you Scooter, like those guys did to me, okay? Tell me to stop if it hurts too bad or you don’t want to do this.”

Didn’t want him to do this? Surely you jest!

He took it slow, allowing my insides to adjust to each little movement forward until his chin rested on my shoulder, his stomach nestled in the small of my back, and his crotch cradled by my butt cheeks. I could feel his balls resting up against mine, his breath wisping lightly into my ear, and my soft mutterings of love. I had to admit, it really didn’t hurt, after the first intrusion, but it really made me feel full.

“I’m not hurting you, am I, Scooter?”

I turned my head enough so I could engage his lips with mine. “No, it’s just you’re so big and long, just full, kind of like stuffing a telephone pole up a garden hose.”

Malachi chuckled! “Are you ready?”

I breathed expectantly, almost lost in my desire to have him; to bring him and me to what I hoped would be a mind-blowing orgasm.

He began the age old dance of love slowly, forward, back, forward back and as our ardor increased so did his motions until, with every pass of his great length, he rubbed my love-nut, sending my cock forward and back into the pillow, until our frenetic motions brought my balls to a boiling point and I fired my load into the pillow. My spewing brought forth his as well. I felt his cock begin to swell and, as he fired his copious load into the condom, I could feel the large tube on the underside of his cock pulse with each ejaculation.

Malachi collapsed on top of me, both of us well and truly fucked.

For the moment at least!

To be continued...

Border Wolves

Something Wicked This Way Comes

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2016 by the author)

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Chapter 10

"Now this is the Law of the Jungle –

as old and true as the sky;

and the wolf that shall keep it

may prosper, but the

wolf that shall break it must die!

(Rudyard Kipling – The Law of the Jungle) 

Jim Sutton, Sr., driving the Resort pickup truck, hurled down the snow-spotted road, headed toward the cabin! Sitting next to him in the passenger seat was Charlie and in the rear seats were Diondre and Jessie, both awakened from a sound sleep after a very busy night at "The Birchwood." Fifty yards or so from the entrance lane leading to the cabin and now fire scene, they were halted by flashing red and blue warning lights on two county sheriff squad cars, and a deputy standing in the roadway controlling traffic, keeping the entrance and roadway free so firefighters and equipment could have quick access to the fire ground!

The four of them, after Jim brought the truck to a skidding stop, scrambled from the vehicle, heading for the county deputy standing, winter uniform coat and hat secured tight around him to ward off the cold, stood.

"It's pretty much gone, Jessie," Deputy Jerry Haven announced sadly. "The roof was collapsing by the time I arrived on the scene."

"Who called it in?" Jim inquired as Jessie stared down the lane, anxious to go to the cabin, watching sparks and flames shoot up into the night sky, accompanied by billowing white clouds of steam as water from hose lines manned by local firefighters would occasionally spit out onto the blaze!

"Sam Loomis, one of our deputies. He was working this area while I was dealing with a traffic stop down near Orr. I'd just finished filling out the report and sent it in over my laptop when the call came in. I headed up here right away."

Jerry looked around, "I think he's talking to the fire chief now! Hold on a sec., I see another vehicle coming down the road toward us."

"That'd be Jase and Tyler with either Franklin or Art Campbell," Jessie responded quietly. "I texted them right after you called the house."

Jessie, Diondre, Charlie, and Jim Sr. were quickly joined by Jase, Tyler, Franklin, and Art Campbell. Jase and Tyler each took up a comforting, yet protective positions, on either side of Jessie and secured him between them, each with an arm around his waist.

"It was my Poppa's!" Jessie choked out to Jase and Tyler, stifling a sob, tears slowly sliding down his cold cheeks. "He gave it to me when he died!"

Jim Sr., knowing the sadness his son felt over the loss of something so dear to Jessie, a bequest by his father to his grandson, standing behind Jessie, reached forward, placed his hand on his son's shoulder, lending him his strength, comfort, and reassurance!

"I know; we all had such good times there, Jessie, but the memories can't be burned! You can rebuild it and start new ones."

"How did it start, Jerry?" Jim Sr. asked, turning his attention to the deputy.

Jerry's radio crackled at that moment, so held up his hand and stepped away to respond to the call. As he was doing so, another law enforcement vehicle, lights flashing, arrived on the scene and parked behind one of the county squads, down the road. The occupant quickly disembarked from the parked vehicle and headed toward the group standing near Deputy Havens.

Hailing Havens, Warden Ted Symthe, breathing deeply from his hurried approach to the gathered group, interrupted Haven's radio contact, blurting out, "Heard the Sheriff's on his way along with a couple of detectives. Something suspicious about the fire, right?"

"Not really, Ted," Jerry responded, ending his radio conversation, but was cut off by Ted as he turned his attention to Jessie, Jase, and Tyler.

"Seems odd, doesn't it boys," Ted began with a smirk, "the Peter's place catches fire and you bought it cheap, Jessie. Now this old ramshackle cabin of yours burns and I'll bet you have it insured big so you can build a new one, probably financed with funds you and your buddies may have come into recently?"

Riled by Symthe's churlish, accusatory, disrespectful, and unprofessional comments, Jessie was about to reply, but Symthe, evidently emboldened, feeling he had the upper hand, disregarded the teen's attempt to speak, asked quickly,

"Just where were you and your buddies tonight? Suppose you have alibis and swear you were with each other, probably praying in church, right?"

Franklin began stepping forward as did Jim Sutton and Art Campbell, but Jessie smiled, raised his hand, palm out toward Symthe, answering,

"Warden Symthe, we're not going to answer any questions without our attorney present!"

"Got something to hide, do you?"

"Ted, my clients have nothing to hide and have asked for counsel to be present so I caution you to proceed very carefully or find yourself in court as the defendant rather than the accuser!" proclaimed a very familiar voice from behind the gathered group of teens and adult men.

"My clients are merely exercising their Constitutional rights," Eric Trempealeau continued, "so please show some semblance of courtesy, even though it's apparent it may be a struggle for you, and give us some privacy please! All of those damned sirens roaring by my house awakened me from a very restful sleep and when I'm awakened in such a manner, plus wondering where the emergency is and following the racing, screaming fire trucks and law enforcement vehicles to where I find Jessie's cabin ablaze and you harassing him, I find myself growing a little peevish and litigious, so back your ass off or you'll find yourself chasing skunks in the suburbs south of the Twin Cities!"

The sheriff, now on the scene consulting with Jerry Haven and Sam Loomis, stepped forward, stating simply, "Ted, we have the lead in this investigation, if we need you, we'll call you, okay?"

Ted ambled, not too pleased, back to his truck muttering something about "those damned kids are trouble!"

"How far away do you want him transferred?" Art Campbell whispered softly to Eric. "I can have him gone within forty-eight hours."

"I'll keep it in mind!" grinned Eric.

The group moved away from the lane entrance and the gathering law enforcement personnel. Wondering if Eric really heard sirens, Jessie inquired and Charlie admitted he'd sent a text to Eric figuring there might be legal questions to answer concerning insurance and other issues, not anticipating his brother and the other boys coming under suspicion for arson!

Eric covered the issues of an alibi, establishing Jessie, Diondre, Jase, and Tyler worked until almost midnight at "The Birchwood." The dining crowd was unusually large and it took a great deal of work to clean up and set things right for the Sunday Brunch. Jim Sr. and Charlie walked back to the house with Jessie and Diondre and Franklin came to pick up Jase and Tyler to take them home, arriving there about twelve-thirty.

One of the detectives approached Eric and asked if he could ask some general questions of the boys. Jessie objected, stating, "Only if Deputy Havens is present and takes the lead."

Eric was somewhat puzzled by Jessie's request, but acknowledged it was okay to do so.

Jerry came forward, a frown on his face, wondering why he was suddenly involved!

Before he or the detective could begin, Jessie asked, "This appears to be the same burglary and arson cover up you guys have had going on all winter, right?"

Both hesitated to answer, not really willing to give up what they knew and needing to find out more.

"What would you say if you might just have solved the crimes?"

"Great," answered Jerry carefully.

"Uncle Eric and I are going to lead you, Jerry, to a couple of things you might find interesting and would help you in your investigation."

Turning to the detective and the others, Havens indicated they should remain near the entrance of the lane.

"What are we going to show them?" Eric whispered in Jessie's ear as they walked toward the lane entering the property. "I hope not naked teen boys with their cocks flopping about in the cold?"

Jessie just snickered as the three of them walked about ten yards down the lane, where Jessie asked to borrow Jerry's flashlight. He flicked the beam on, pointed it about midway up an oak tree, and fixed it on a very well concealed trail camera lens pointing down the lane.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Jerry exclaimed.

"And I'll be double damned!" muttered Eric.

"That's not all," Jessie mused, leading them to the end of the lane where it opened into the clearing where the cabin, now a heap of smoldering lumber and hot concrete, used to be. Pointing the light again half-way up an oak tree, fixed it on another trail camera, this one pointing up the lane toward the county road!

"I checked these last week and haven't touched them since, so if they have any pictures, you should have some of the bastards who did this coming and going, front and back. Help yourselves, but I want my cameras back unless you need them for court!"

Jerry keyed his radio, requesting the detectives and the sheriff, along with someone from the fire department to bring an extension ladder, to join them The cameras were removed, identified as his by Jessie, and a promise by him to produce a sales slip confirming it, and finally routine questions concerning where the four of them were prior to and during the fire incident. Jim Sutton confirmed the boys were working and the four of them were free to leave.

Jim Sutton thought there was little to be done at the cabin site until the fire department let them come closer or finished up, but Jessie wanted to stay! Art Campbell really wanted to leave as well, so begged a ride home with Jim. Franklin volunteered to stay and bring the boys home. Eric decided he really was just damned cold and tired so begged off staying, reassuring Jessie he'd be available if needed, at any time, but warned the boys, confidentially, to stay upright and not go racing off through the woods on all fours, drawing a rousing laughter from all five of them! There was no way in hell he could explain that, especially with so many people around!

By the time dawn arrived, the fire was pretty much out, except for smoldering ruins, and looked as if there was little to salvage from the structure previously standing there. After a careful examination of the ruins, Jessie proclaimed it was time to go home since the four of them were scheduled to work the Sunday Brunch at "The Birchwood" so Franklin drove them home.

The next week was busy, during school and after school. Jessie was bombarded with questions, not only from his friends wanting to know the details, but from others in his class as well, curious what happened and wondering if the culprits would be caught. Jessie made no mention of the cameras to anyone except members of the Averill Creek Pack and Dana and Norm!

Norm was especially upset, almost to the point of tears, when he first came in contact with Jessie on Monday or, as Dana put it "so upset he damned near turned himself inside out and fell through his bunghole." Considering how stretched it might be after accepting the monstrous prick of Dana's, it could be possible; at least that's what Jessie speculated. Jessie assured Norm it'd all work out and someday soon they all would have a place to gather again, since Uncle Eric had the insurance adjustors at work already!

Two weeks after the fire, Jerry Haven and a detective stopped by the Sutton house and requested, from Jim, permission to interview Jessie and see if he could identify some people in pictures from the trail cameras. The cameras had many pictures on them, mainly of wildlife, but the night of the fire, there were images from both cameras of four men on snowmobiles, two of the snow machines had sleds attached to the rear, entering and leaving the premises. There were four images of the machines stopped, and two of the men, with their helmets off, looking toward the cabin!

Jessie didn't need to be asked, blurting, "Those two are part of the ATV rider group we beat the shit out of and charged with trespassing!"

"You'd swear to that in court?" asked the detective.

"You bet I would and if you show those pictures to Jase and Tyler, they will too!"

"We intend to!"

With Jase and Tyler's confirmation and the pictures, the sheriff's office obtained search warrants and began an intensified investigation! Eventually, the four men were charged with numerous counts of burglary and arson, and possession of stolen property.

Spring was an exciting time! Jessie poured over cabin and house plans, finally decided on one he really liked, consulted with his Dad, Eric and Evan and, after receiving assurances he could afford to build what he wanted if he used the insurance settlement along with some of his land trust funds, gave Eric the go-ahead to contact a contractor to build.

"I want a second well drilled, also," he instructed, "in case I want to add another cabin or small home. I really want this done before school starts, preferably in August."

Diondre and Annie announced they were going to be married in June right after high school graduation and Diondre planned on enrolling in Vermillion Community College in Ely with a major in police science or law enforcement, as everyone referred to it. Brent was accepted at Bemidji State and would go there, along with a "special" girl friend from a Pack in Wisconsin.

The loss of the cabin didn't call a halt to the activities of the Averill Creek Pack. Evan Troutman arranged for the purchase and temporary placement of a used, but in excellent condition, three bedroom mobile home on the Peter's Property. There was electric available and sewer and water, albeit it some effort to make connections to the system because of the cold weather and frost in the ground, as well as reactivating the unused equipment and pipes. A large LP tank supplied fuel for heat and cooking so the Pack's gatherings were continued but in somewhat crowded conditions.

The first time Norm and Dana joined them after the fire, ended up sharing a bedroom with Tyler, Jase, and Jessie. Norm was more than just mesmerized watching Jessie take the insertion of first one and then the other large cocks Jase and Tyler possessed up Jessie's butt at the same time! Well, really not at the same time; Jase lay on his back, Jessie straddled on him and slowly slid down until his butt rested on Jase's crotch. Jessie leaned forward, Tyler kneeled behind him between his brother's outstretched legs, moved forward and slowly, carefully slipped his twitching tool into Jessie's already stretched portal over the top of his brother's and began a slow savory, pleasurable, and satisfying fuck!

"Wow!" Norm exclaimed, head twisted sideways, as he lay on his back, legs stretched wide, awaiting his own lover's love stick embedding.

"That's what I say to myself every time I slip my stiff rod into my Sweetness' warm, soft, moist, and oh so tight love tunnel!" Dana moaned gratifyingly as he shoved his hips forward, his fat cock stretching the well-used orifice as it entered and began its journey into the Norm's depths. Dana's length finally fully planted, his bush tickling Norm's balls and his own heavy, pendulous eggs hanging below up against smooth, warm, and pillowly mounds of Norm's butt.

"I can't believe it," Norm continued as he adjusted his own hard, smaller cock so when Dana began to fuck him, it'd rub up against Dana's smooth torso, inflicting those stimulating almost electrical thrills of sexual delight!

"Neither can I!" Dana wheezed and shivered as the contractions happening in Norm's depths began massaging his throbbing penis as he began making love to his smaller, so beautiful boyfriend!

"Look at me Norm," he beseeched and when Norm did, Dana bent forward, kissing him, declared, "I do love you so!"

Wrapping his legs around Dana's waist to secure him ever tighter, Norm declared, "And I love you!"

 ***

The Resort tourist season began in earnest the first weekend of May and Sutton's was booked full! Preliminary reservations for the entire season appeared to be at ninety percent or more of capacity, which portended a very profitable, but busy season. The teens, as well as everyone else at Sutton's were busy, but for Jessie and his friends, they were only allowed to work Thursdays through Sunday night until school was out. Changeover day was Saturday, when new guests came in, so the day was always intense, cleaning and readying rooms and cabins for new guests arriving by three in the afternoon. Friday night fish fries, Saturday evening dining, and Sunday Brunches were always packed since summer and weekend people began arriving to their cabins, ready to enjoy the north woods and lakes.

Campbell and Associates were also growing their customer base, bringing prospective clients to "The Pines" to fete them and demonstrate what Campbell's could do for their business and in-servicing their own personnel from the field offices. All the meals were catered from "The Birchwood," but in many cases, utilized the large and very well equipped kitchen at The Lodge at Campbell's and served in the main room at The Lodge.

Ever since Dr. Thomas' warning, whenever Jessie was away from home, Jase and Tyler were with him and if they were going out to the mobile room to check on the progress the contractors were making on the cabin, Rick and Mike would tag along!

The week before school was out, Jessie was changing into his physical education clothes when Norm walked up and began changing as well. Norm and Dana hadn't been to the mobile home for over a month and Jessie missed having them around. He was about to comment on it when Norm dropped his underwear, turned and faced Jessie and grinned!

Jessie looked at what previously had been a rather small, circumcised, but nice cock, now a much larger, uncircumcised penis, looking rather oddly out of place on Norm's small body.

"Norm; you've been mated!"

"Yep!" giggled Norm. "Had my first shift two weeks ago during the full moon!"

Jessie and Norm continued to visit, in what Norm called "wolf talk," during class. Norm decided, after much thought and discussion with Jessie, Diondre, and Dana, he wanted to be with Dana for all times and willingly committed himself to being "turned!" Dr. Thomas insisted he have the opportunity to talk to Norm before it happened, explaining the irreversible consequences of his action, the necessity of keeping everything secret from humans, including his parents who might not be so understanding, and the dangers every werewolf faces from those out to destroy them! He pointed out Dana's mother was a human when they met in veterinarian college and was willingly turned by him before they married, so he understood what emotions Norm might be going through and would in the future!

Norm was not to be deterred and in a passionate night of lovemaking, bared his neck, and begged Dana to "take me, make me!"

Dana, Andre, Dennis (who came home from UM especially for the event), and Dr. Thomas were all there, giving support and encouragement, when Norm made his first shift.

"It was fantastic!" he exclaimed, eyes all aglitter from the excitement, "except, I didn't know this," pointing to his crotch, "would happen; not that I'm complaining, or I'd never have to wear glasses or contacts again."

"What will your folks say if they notice?"

"Since I wear contacts, they won't know the difference and I really don't expect my mom to ask to see my cock!"

"What color wolf are you?"

"White, just like Dana, except with small black tips on my ears, why?"

Jessie explained it was important for others in the Kabetogama and Averill Creek Packs to be able to identify him so he wouldn't be mistaken as a member of a rival pack trying to intrude on their territories. He also took the opportunity to describe the special relationship the two packs, especially the Averill Creek Pack, had with Evan Troutman and Eric Trempealeau.

"There are a lot of changes you're probably beginning to notice, other than your cock and eyes," Jessie continued.

He pointed out to Norm he'd notice his sight will be phenomenal, sense of smell will be so acute he'd be able to track and identify any creature, his telepathic communication skills would increase to the point of being almost unbelievable, and his taste buds will blossom like the Japanese Cherry Blossoms in Washington, D.C.

"Most of all you'll notice how horny you get! Whenever Jase or Tyler are near me, it's all I can do to keep from dropping my pants, offering my ass to them, and welcome them to stuff their rockets into my launching pad!"

"I know," giggled Norm, "I feel the same way! If Dana can get me alone for just five minutes, he's got my pants around my ankles, his belly resting on my back or my chest up against a wall, and tickling my tonsils through my butt! I love it! He can make me cum without touching myself, at least twice, while he's fucking me!"

Jessie felt great having another gay male to talk to who was human before turned by his lover. Norm was someone he could share his thoughts with, someone who'd known a life different from always being a werewolf, and a "neighbor" his own age.

 ***

Diondre and Annie's wedding was held on a sunny Monday, just before noon, at The Pines in the Great Room of the Lodge. Annie's proud father, Ted, gave the bride away, her maid of honor was Lynette, her younger sister, and the ring bearer was young Christopher Campbell, Scott and Sandra's son, now toddling, walking proudly down the aisle to take his place beside the couple/ Diondre's best man was Jessie. It was a simple, yet moving ceremony. The guest list included Jim Sutton, Sr. and his wife Evelyn (the other family members were busy with a Resort full of guests), Evan Troutman and Eric Trempealeau, Dr. Thomas, Dennis, Dana, and Andre, and all of the families and employees of Campbell and Associates at The Pines. All, that is, except for Franklin who was on security duty in the computer building.

Annie and Diondre made their home in one of the condos at The Pines and commuted to work at Sutton's from there. Her dad thought it'd be more convenient and less conspicuous since they possessed "special qualities" which might not be easily explainable to outsiders.

Summer continued just as busy as it started. The July Fourth Celebration at the Resort was larger than usual due to the larger number of tourists in the area and all of the staff, plus some extras, were needed to service all of the guests for the meal and fireworks concluding the celebration. The event went well without much of any problems, except for a couple of incidents, neither directly affecting the celebration, but did have profound effects on Jessie, fueling his growing uneasiness!

Dr. Thomas made a special effort to repeat his warnings to Art Campbell, who in turn informed Eric and Evan, and Jessie concerning the likelihood of some attack by the rogue pack. Most attacks occurred at times of highest vulnerability, usually in late summer or fall when families would be gathered near homes.

According to Dr. Thomas, who was in constant contact with the Grand Council, they were very close to specifically attaching a name to the leader of the rogues. The Grand Council determined he was a former young, human gay who was turned in a one-off casual sex encounter with an older werewolf who picked him up at a bar in a gay district of a larger city. After the anal sexual encounter, where the older wolf bit the younger one while flooding his bowels with a copious amount so of semen, he withdrew and walked away, leaving the young man to deal with his first shift and transformation alone and afraid! The solitary experience and realization what was done was irreversible, angered the young werewolf, causing him to hate and vow death to all other werewolves, especially the young ones! He recruited sexual deviants, murderers, and other criminal wolfs to join him in his task. The group he assembled could've care less what his goals were as long as they shared in the wealth derived from the stolen goods and the sex with young and teen boys and girls alike!

The increased urgency of Dr. Thomas' warning and the elevated level of anxiety and concern caused by it, also brought a higher level of apprehension and foreboding to Jessie's already heightened foreboding, expecting something, yet not really knowing what!

The second incident occurred on the Fourth, the large crowds, hot weather enhanced the scent of sweat and masses of people, the aroma of cooked meat from the BBQ pits, all combined with the smell of Sulphur from exploding, overwhelmed Jessie's olfactory senses, making it very difficult to sort out any individual scents!

In the midst of the cannonading sounds and smells of rockets blasting in the air, dying embers of the BBQ pits, the stale smell of spilt beer, overflowing garbage dumpsters, auto fumes, and sweaty, sour bodies of revelers, Jessie's nose picked up a very faint sign of a strange wolf or wolves somewhere in the crowd, warning him something was amiss! He quickly alerted the other members of the Pack who were working, to be alert and on guard. Try as he might, as he continued his duties, he couldn't locate the source or sources of the scent!

While seeking the source of the disconcerting scents, he picked up another very faint, but vaguely familiar odor as well. It wasn't wolf and it wasn't human, just different; not threatening, just different! The others seemed to present a threat, but for some reason he could detect nothing sinister or threatening in this one!

The pack members worked the crowd, yet nothing came to their immediate attention. The large gathering began dispersing toward homes and cottages as the fireworks display ended until there were probably less than one hundred left. Jessie met up with Jase and Tyler to compare observations and nothing seemed to materialize from their perspectives.

"Jerry Haven and Ted Symthe were here tonight," Jase informed Jessie. "We only talked to Jerry and not Ted."

"Ted's an asshole!" muttered Tyler, interrupting his brother.

"Jerry seemed to think the crowd was well-behaved and saw nothing unusual considering the amount of alcohol consumed; of course we couldn't ask him much without making him suspicious!"

All of this did nothing to quell Jessie's deep concern something bad just might be building and would come down on all of them!

 ***

The new cabin was complete in record time and ready for use shortly after the first week of August. Jessie decided to have an open house to celebrate the new cabin and also have a "going away" party for Brent, leaving for Bemidji State the end of the month and Diondre and Annie leaving for Ely and Vermillion Community College about the same time. It'd also give them a chance to celebrate the upcoming birth of a Carlson baby toward the end of November. As Jim Sr. commented, "the first one can come any time; the next takes nine months!" and said no more.

Eric and Evan helped with the open house held on a Monday since it was the day Jessie, Jase, and Tyler had off. Others who worked would have to juggle schedules to make it. However, the party started in the morning and continued into the evening. As dark descended and all of the guests departed except for Jessie, Tyler, Jase, Mike, Chad, Rick, Robbie, Dana, Norm, and Eric and Evan, Eric asked,

"Norm, would you and Dana shift for Evan and me so we can see your wolves?"

The teens nodded their consent in answer to his question and stripped naked in preparation.

Eric whistled, Evan said softly, "Oh, my god!" when they saw the two handsome naked boys standing before them. Both, after viewing the major asset Dana had dangling between his legs, complimented Norm telling him he was not only a beautiful young man but was quite lucky as well! Their comment to Dana was simply "You're blessed!" and let it stop there!

Their shift was completed quickly and Eric and Evan were more than pleased to see a very elegant, stately large white wolf standing next to a smaller, delicate, beautiful white wolf with black ear tips, before them!

In September, after school started and activity at the Resort slowed down, newly acquired drivers' licenses in their wallets, Jessie, Jase, and Tyler were joined by Rick, Robbie (too young to have a license but it was fine with him since Rick had one), Mike, and Chad at the cabin after Jessie, Jase, and Tyler were off work. The others were at a football game and were going to spend the night.

***

Amidst all of the teasing banter among Chad and Mike concerning Robbie's sexual urges and Rick's eagerness to satisfy them, Jessie remained silent, pondering the image of the large wolf print, wondering who made it and why, anticipating what the impact or results of it might be!

"I think," he announced silencing the cheerful noise around him, "another wolf who didn't want us to know he was here, had some purpose in checking out the cabin and I don't think it was just to stop by and say `Hi!'"

"You thinking what Jase and I are thinking, Jessie?" Tyler asked somberly.

"Yeah; Dr. Thomas' warning seems to becoming more close up and personal whether we want it or not!"

Rick and Robbie, temporarily satiated in their sexual appetites, stepped into the cabin and noticed the somber expressions and atmosphere.

"What's up?" Rick asked, quickly assessing the gravity of the discussion taking place before he and Robbie came in.

"Rick," Tyler instructed, "I want you, Robbie, Mike, and Chad to drive over and check out the mobile home. See if we've had visitors or a visitor there as well. If there's no problem, head for "The Pines" and tell my Dad what we saw here and didn't see as well. If we've had visitors, give me a call, but head for "The Pines" anyway. Jessie thinks we might be in for a visit of some sort and not a pleasant one! The three of us are going to see Eric Trempealeau and see what he thinks might be going on and spot something we might be missing. Maybe his legal mind will see things differently!"

The three of them caught up with Eric and Evan still enjoying their breakfast at "The Pelican." It didn't take Jessie long to divulge all he saw and the inferences he was drawing from it to Eric and Evan. The delicate, but familiar scent, undiscernible by his fellows but evident to him, lingering in the area near the print bothered him!

"It's the same scent I noticed when Franklin and I tracked the person from the Peter's fire to the road and the same one I noticed Fourth of July at the celebration at the Resort. It was on the Fourth I also noticed the scent of strangers, wolves from somewhere else, present as well. I got pretty darned tense then, expecting something to happen but it didn't! It's been over two months, so why is the cabin being targeted or checked out now? Are these guys after me, just our Pack, or what?"

Eric and Evan listened carefully, gleaning as much as they could from what was being told them. Eric noted, during the discussion, Jase and Tyler noticed nothing unusual, other than the single track, or evidence of any group of intruding shifters. He also knew, from experience, Jessie was very astute and seldom wrong in his conclusions!

"I think," Eric finally concluded, "You'd be well to stay on your guard, along with those at "The Pines," never be alone while you, Jessie, are at the cabin, away from home, or school. Perhaps the notoriety from your role in the Peter's scandal lingers and someone or something has targeted you as a result, for whatever reason. I do think, Jessie, your fears something unpleasant is brewing are valid and we all must be prepared, even Evan and I. Rely on your instincts and your extraordinary senses! Evan and I are going to do some checking around ourselves to see what we can do to help. We definitely are going to talk to your dad, Jase and Tyler, as well as Dr. Thomas. They may have some ideas as well how we can help!"

The boys seemed satisfied, for the time being, gave Eric and Evan hugs, and left for Jessie's house. Evan and Eric watched them leave. Evan commented, as the truck left the parking lot, "Given what we saw and heard from Ted Symthe earlier this morning, I think we have our work cut out for us!"

Ted Symthe stopped in The Pelican earlier in the morning to have his thermos filled with coffee. Evan, almost jokingly, when Ted walked by their table on the way out, "Ted, why is it why you are so damned persistent in asking if we've seen any new or different wolves in the area?"

Ted pulled up a chair, looked around as if someone might overhear him, and answered, "Can I speak confidentially?"

Both men quickly agreed and settled back comfortably to listen to his revelation. They soon found Ted's reasoning left them more than uncomfortable; it left them highly concerned and convinced of their earlier decision!

Four years previously, Ted, new to the area, was patrolling one of the backwoods roads and saw what he described as "a very large, oversized wolf." A wolf, he determined was perhaps one and a half to twice the size of a normal wolf. He produced a very grainy picture, taken through the windshield of his state truck, of the critter, far in the distance.

"Three days ago, before the rain storm we just had, I checked one of the trail cameras I had out trying to nab a deer poacher, and I got this picture."

He produced a picture of three very large, oversized wolves as they passed by the camera. Ted was convinced he happened onto a new wolf sub-species or a mutation. A discovery such as this, he concluded, would make scientific history and propel him to a higher career in research or resource conservation positions.

"If it were true," Eric noted, "but perhaps it's possible the pictures are an optical illusion or an anomaly present on the camera or card?"

"Oh, I'll prove it!" Ted declared, "Maybe I'll capture one in a live trap," smiled, tucked his pictures back into his pocket and left.

"If he captures any we know, he'll be locked up in some insane asylum trying to explain how wolves turn into people and back again!" Eric said thoughtfully as Ted walked away.

"Not if he shits himself to death first," Evan mused.

From "The Pelican," Eric and Evan drove to "The Pines," met with Art Campbell, and at his invitation, Franklin as well. They relayed to Art and Franklin what they'd learned from Jessie and The Twins as well as from Ted Symthe. They concluded with expressing their desire to help, explaining what they would like done, and was reassured by Art it'd be a great help to all of them. Franklin could have the job they requested done in less than four days' time.

"Make certain the system sends out an alert to our phones and live streams video like the ones advertised monitoring baby cribs and front doors," Eric instructed.

Eric and Evan left The Pines and drove the twenty or so miles to Orr to visit with Dr. Thomas and convey to him what they'd heard, seen, and their plan to assist. His advice was well taken by them as was their warnings to him, so they drove down to Hibbing to visit a gunsmith and dealer Eric knew only too well, having defended him on a couple of occasions and being very cognizant of the man's dealings with those "somewhat unsavory elements of our society," as he once commented to Evan!

The gunsmith listened carefully, nodding his understanding, as Eric described what he desired. The man slowly repeated Eric's order,

"Two short barreled pump, full-choke 12ga shotguns- I can do that using a couple of Turkey guns I have in stock. Now as to the two boxes of shot shells with the special shot, larger than OO Buckshot, in them, it'll have to be an alloy and so will the two boxes of 9mm ammunition. Those items will cost you some big bucks, Mr. Trempealeau. I may have to have some help molding and reloading. Maybe take a couple or three weeks or so."

He expected Eric to balk at the cost, but instead Eric responded, "Get it done by Friday and there's three hundred more in it for you!"

"Pickup or deliver?"

"We'll pick the order up," Eric advised.

"Say, Mr. Trempealeau," the gunsmith asked, "it's none of my business but what are you going to do with this stuff? Play the Lone Ranger or hunt something?"

"You're right it's none of your business, but since you ask; we're hunting werewolves!"

"Bullshit! I thought you killed them with wooden stakes in their hearts?"

"That's vampires," Evan spoke up, "but they're not in season right now!"

"Now I know you guys are shitting me! This is some sort of surprise gift for someone, right?"

"You might say that," laughed Eric as they left the gun shop.

Driving through town on their way home, Evan made a quick turn down a side street.

"Where the hell you going, Evan?"

"Right there," he responded pointing to a garage sale sign. "Got an idea!"

Before actually leaving Hibbing, they'd stopped at a total of six garage sales, rummage sales, or moving sales. Two of the sales produced the items Evan needed for his idea.

They spent their free time the rest of the week searching want ads in shoppers and newspapers in the area and scouring garage sales, moving sales, rummage sales, and estate sales buying up the one item Evan said was necessary. By Friday, when they picked up their order from the gun smith, there were several boxes full of stuff in the back seat of Evans SUV.

On the way home from the gunsmith, Eric sent a text to Jessie asking him and the Averill Creek Pack, Franklin Campbell, and Dr. Thomas, Andre, Dana, and Norm to meet Evan and him at the cabin Saturday morning.

"Bring along either mattocks or shovels," he instructed.

 ***

Stopping in front of the cabin, Eric and Evan noticed quickly everyone they'd requested be present were there, including Art and Scott Campbell. Evan rapidly rolled down his window and shouted,

"Everyone stay back," as the group started to walk toward them.

Robbie either didn't hear, not understooding what Evan was concerned about, or just plain curious, continued until he was about a foot or so away from the SUV. He screamed, fell back, and lay on the ground wailing and writhing in pain! Rick, fearing his mate was in mortal pain, raced to his side, sat and cradled Robbie's head in his lap as Dr. Thomas examined him.

"He'll be fine in minute or so," Dr. Thomas announced, "once he's recovered from his exposure to the silver contained in the vehicle."

"Burns like hell, doesn't it Robbie?" he asked.

"Sure does," shivered Robbie slowly regaining his strength.

Excitement evolved into calm and then excitement of a different sort erupted as Evan and Eric explained their plan to the group.

"Damned clever," remarked Art, while Franklin just smiled a smile reflective of his appreciation for the trap their human friends devised.

"We have Dr. Thomas to thank for the idea," Eric explained as he and Eric began marking a perimeter of about ten feet from the cabin on the back and each side with little red flags. They extended the two lines thirty feet out in front of the cabin and began curving them, forming a heart shape or cursive "M" but instead of cleaving the two lines together, left a ten foot opening at where the lines would've joined, leaving a funnel shape.

They instructed the crew to take shovels and mattocks and dig a shallow trench on the marked line. Eric and Evan carried several boxes of dinner silverware from the SUV and began placing the knives, forks, spoons, and serving pieces about fifteen inches apart. As Eric placed the pieces, Eric raked dirt over them, effectively concealing them from view. As they worked, Dr. Thomas kept a sharp eye on the others, making certain they didn't get too close. There was no fear of that, Robbie's experience made believers of them all, especially the teens!

Completed, the buried silver not only made a very effective barrier to any werewolf who might want to enter the cabin from any direction, except the front, where it formed a very efficient funnel, channeling any into an effective and efficient trap!

"It's here," Evan explained, standing in the ten foot gap, "is where you kill the bastards!"

"Leave the flags in place" Eric said, "it not only gives you warning of the barrier, but will also serve to send the rogues into the funnel, much like a chute used for loading livestock into a truck."

The big wolf, laying hidden in the brush near Averill Creek, wind blowing in his face, confident no one in the group could smell him or realize he was watching! Taking careful notice of the activity at the cabin and the trap the two humans devised providing sanctuary for the young wolves inside, vowed to make full use of it when the time came!

The next weekend would be a long one for the teens since there'd be no school because of a teacher's in-service on Monday. Jessie confided to Eric and Evan, after discussing it with Jase and Tyler, if an attack on him were to occur it'd be a good time for it. Eric suggested it might be helped along if the boys made no bones about spending Sunday night after work there after they waited tables Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at "The Birchwood."

 ***

Monday morning, around three-thirty, the alert alarms sounded on Eric and Evan's cell phones, scrambling them from bed! Grabbing the clothes they had at the ready, heading for the SUV, Eric announced, looking at the live-stream video coming from one of the many cameras Franklin so carefully and strategically installed on the property near the mobile home and around Jessie's cabin, "Looks like there's about a dozen assembled near the mobile home!" and once on the road, he monitored the livestream video from the cabin while Evan sent them hurtling down the county road toward the cabin.

Pulling into the lane, Evan stopped, turned the engine off, and they waited. Eric sent a text to Jessie, hoping to alert him of the impending danger!

"Company coming your way!"

"Been expecting them for about fifteen minutes," Jessie responded. "How many?"

"About a dozen!"

"Shit," muttered Jessie aloud, "they outnumber us!"

"On our way!" was another text, this time from Franklin.

The large wolf watched and listened as well, hearing slight movement within the cabin, and decided the occupants were awake and moving around.

"Anytime," he thought, tensing his body, readying for the attack!

The sun was barely peaking up when Jessie stepped from the cabin, off of the porch, and stood naked, cock in hand, and took a piss in front of the cabin, seemingly totally innocent of the danger now approaching! Just as the stream dwindled and he shook his limp cock several times, the rogue pack launched its attack from the trees on the other side of the clearing, howling and racing toward Jessie. The Alpha, for some reason, didn't lead, but brought up the rear, watching closely for any interference or attacks on them!

Jase, Tyler, Rick, Robbie, Mike, and Chad bounded out of the cabin, joining Jessie and all seven of the teens shifted into a small pack of snarling, teeth baring, hackles raised, ready to fight werewolves; ready to defend their territory and their Alphas' mate!

The rogues spread out in a v-shaped formation as they charged the waiting teens, unaware of the barrier laying concealed in front of them. When the pack hit the concealed line of silver, those in the middle eased through the gap with no problems and were engaged by the teen wolves. The air was filled with howls of pain as the others were seared by the pain of the dreaded silver, causing chaos as they writhed about, trying to escape the torture! The turmoil caused the Alpha to look toward his pack, confused what was causing the problem, and was about to dash forward, when the blaring sound of a horn from an SUV racing down the lane and screeching to a halt in the midst of his disoriented pack further distracted him!

The large wolf, hiding in the brush, used the distraction to his advantage and attacked the Alpha! Bigger, stronger, and well-motivated, the large wolf quickly dispatched the Alpha by breaking its neck, with a single "snap" of his strong jaws and a twist of the rogue's head!

Eric and Evan leaped from the SUV and opened fire with their shotguns on the milling wolves. The shotguns, firing rounds of large-size, sliver-alloyed shot, cut killing swaths into the pack! The silver shot, hitting furry bodies, burying deep, releasing its toxic poison to werewolves, quickly brought down four of the rogues! The large wolf entered the fray and killed two more and was almost shot by Eric, but Evan shouted a warning,

"Not him; he's on our side, I think!"

Firing another round at a wolf trying to get away, dropping it, added, "If he's not, we'll shoot the fucker!"

"Kill any wounded ones!" Eric shouted to Evan as he pumped a round from his 9mm pistol into a wolf trying to get up.

Inside the "safe zone" the four remaining wolves were engaged in a life or death struggle with the seven teen wolves. One in particular seemed to concentrate its effort on Jessie's wolf, determined to have him dead! Jessie, however, was of another mind, and taking advantage when Robbie nabbed the attacker on a rear leg, severing a tendon, leaped and grabbed the rogue by the neck. Struggling to break the rogue's neck, he heard Eric offer,

"Please allow me to give you a hand!" and shot the rogue with his pistol.

Franklin, Art, Scott, and Ted arrived just as the fight was over. Art looked around, nodded his head in satisfaction, and announced,

"Good thing we got here to help out, otherwise it could've been bad for you guys!"

Jessie's wolf looked at the carnage, the stench of death strong, the sense of victory stronger, and spotted the large wolf who leaped into the attack on their side seated on its haunches some thirty yards in the distance. Walking slowly toward it, offering no sign of threat to the stranger, came within a few feet, and asked,

"Who are you?"

"I'm a Guardian, sent by the Grand Council to rid us of this wickedness, this pestilence plaguing our communities!"

"And who was he?" Jessie indicated by flipping his head at the now dead rogue leader.

"The one who attacked, then killed, raped, and robbed my family and my fellow pack members several years ago!"

"So, you're the original Guardian?" Jessie inquired, remembering Dr. Thomas' telling of the attack in New York State and the lone survivor.

A nod of the Guardian's head affirmed Jessie's conclusion. It was then Jessie picked up the faint scent he'd detected after the Peter's fire, at the Fourth of July celebration, and near the cabin earlier in the month; a scent which haunted him, teased his memory, and frustrated his attempts to recall when and where he originally detected it and who or what it might belong to!

"The dead must be disposed of," the Guardian announced. "There will be a special crew here in less than two hours to take care of it. I'd suggest your human friends make certain all the rogues are dead. The silver bullets are very effective!"

Their conversation was interrupted by several gunshots, bringing Jessie's attention back to the cabin. Dr. Thomas, Andre, Dana, and Norm arrived while he was talking to the Guardian and evidently Dr. Thomas already convinced Eric and Evan to give those rogues not killed by gunfire, a "coups de grace" just to make certain they wouldn't twitch anymore!

Jessie turned back to speak to the Guardian, but he was gone, slipping away undetected.

Jessie shifted back to human, walked back to the cabin, and rejoined the group, who were also in the process of shifting. Not only were the living shifting, but the dead rogues, as bodies cooled in death, began a slow shifting into human forms. Dr. Thomas moved among them, staying a respectable distance from those shot, taking pictures with a digital camera.

"Need to identify these characters," he commented clinically.

Jessie looked at the rogue so intent on killing him and gasped in recognition, calling Art Campbell over to confirm it. The dead rogue was Warren Floyd, the young man who'd interviewed with Campbell and Associates for an I.T. position and was not hired. He was also the one who tried to put the make on Jessie at the potluck, was rebuffed and further thwarted in his attempt by Jase and Tyler!

Jase and Tyler joined them and recognized the corpse as well.

"Must have been a little upset `cause he didn't get you, Jessie," Tyler commented.

Eric and Evan spent some time during the next week, using a mattock and metal detector, locating and digging up the silver barrier around the cabin and in front of it, as well as any stray shot or bullets embedded in or laying on the ground. After the cleanup crew carted the bodies away, there was no evidence of anything out of the ordinary occurring!

Saturday morning found Eric and Evan at their usual breakfast table. Their conversation concerning the excitement the previous weekend was interrupted by Ted Symthe, dressed in civilian clothes and not his DNR uniform.

"Haven't seen you in a while," Evan commented.

"Nope, I've been gone and it's going to be a long time before you see me again!"

"How's that?" Eric asked cautiously.

"Got a new job in Georgia and I'm on my way now. Just stopped to have my thermos filled with coffee!"

Eric and Evan wished him well in the future and watched him drive away in his pickup truck.

"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Evan said with a smile.

"I don't know, we could get somebody much worse!" Eric considered aloud.

"You really think so?"

 ***

It was a busy night at "The Birchwood" and Jessie, Jase, and Tyler worked late. Instead of going home, Jase and Tyler spent the rest of the night at Jessie's, snuggled and fucking!

"That's it!" Jessie exclaimed! suddenly remembering the scent which had been taunting him.

"You got that right," Jase moaned as he began spurting his release deep into Jessie's love chute, mixing it with the copious amounts of his brother's deposited there previously! Jessie's anal ring twitched and contracted, milking Jase's fat, long cock of each and every drop his balls prepared for this, his favorite activity.

"No, you silly goose," Jessie laughed, flexing his anal ring vigorously, bringing a catch in Jase's breath at the erotic sensations, "The cologne!"

"What cologne?" gurgled Tyler, slowly sucking the head of Jessie's rampant prick!

"Eternity®, a male cologne by Calvin Klein!"

"Doesn't smell like that to me; it's the sweet smell of cock I'm experiencing right now!"

"No, you guys!" Jessie sputtered in exasperation. "It's the cologne the Guardian wears!"

***

The End

Posted: 07/26/19

Border Wolves

Something Wicked This Way Comes

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2016 by the author)

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Chapter 7

"I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree."

(Psalms 37:35) 

Shortly after nine Monday morning, Dr. Paul Thomas, after receiving directions from the attendant at the filling station/convenience store in town, headed his veterinarian truck north towards Kabetogama and "The Pines" where Campbell and Associates lived and maintained their business interests. He discovered, as he visited at the station/store, not many people were really familiar with just what Campbell and Associates did except, "some sort of computer stuff" and, according to one townsperson who happened to be in the store, "seems pretty involved with government projects of some sort!" According to the collective knowledge of the locals gathered there, customers from all over North America and employees from company field offices flew in regularly for meetings. Most were housed in the Lodge on the premises while others roomed at "Suttons."

Andre's revelations concerning Nan Hayes were relayed to Dana when he came home from spending the night at Norm's. In casual conversations with Norm over the rest of the weekend, Dana discovered there were three families living and working at Campbell's; the Campbell family, the Hayes,' and the Bower's. In addition, Gene and Mary Turner – employees at Campbell and Associates and Chad Coleman, brother to Mary Turner, lived in one of the apartments on the grounds as well. Jessie Sutton, whose parents owned and operated "Sutton's Lodge and Resort," located on the shores of Lake Kabetogama, was the boyfriend of the Campbell Twins. The Twins worked part-time at the Resort as well as Jessie and Diondre Carlson, a foster son the Suttons' had living with them.

"If," Paul thought, noticing the big sign advertising the Resort, "I have time after my visit with Campbell, I just might stop by Suttons' and see if I can be of service to any of their guests." A resort, with the amenities he heard they offered, certainly would have guests with pets which might need his medical services from time to time. He didn't have his practice up and running yet, but it wouldn't be long and he'd be seeking patients, of all sorts!

The deep woods, lack of extensive roads throughout ("road density"), and few human inhabitants year around, made the area ideal for wildlife, especially wolves. The presence of timber wolves, also made an excellent place for creatures of his ilk, Lycanthropes, to dwell as well, especially if there were small and middle sized communities close by for them to live and work in during the day. At night, they could shift and run the woods, hunting, and enjoying the life they loved, unless they didn't intrude on another packs territory. That was the least of his concerns, however, since it made no difference to him and his family.

Before moving here, he'd gathered information on several werewolf packs in the area; one near Red Lake and the Lake of the Woods; another in the Cloquet State Forest not far from Duluth; another in the Superior National Forest near Tofte; and a small, relatively new pack in the Savanna State Forest north of McGregor.

This pack, the one at Campbell's, was a surprise to him, although it shouldn't have been. With all of the turmoil in the past few years, packs were moving all over, finding places they thought were safe for them and their families. Unfortunately, not all were successful! The problems in the Northwest had kept him and his wife, Linda, extremely busy and occupied and with her death, he had a difficult time keeping things together. It was at the urging of his oldest son, after accepting a Science Teaching and Research position at Bemidji State, to move to Minnesota, with the three other boys, and make a clean start. His second oldest son transferred to the University of Minnesota at St. Paul, in the Veterinarian College, so he just had Dana and Andre at home. They were both bright boys and this would be, he thought, a great environment for them to live in. The schools were good, the woods were deep, and there was a practice to be purchased!

Driving past the lane leading to Sutton's, Paul continued down the county road, noting it was relatively new or rebuilt within the last couple of years and it appeared new power lines, carrying high voltage, had been strung along the road. His progress was stopped by a very imposing front entrance, with a sign on one of the brick palisades adorning each side of the drive, proclaiming this to be "Campbell and Associates, LLC." The metal barred gates were open, but a stop sign and a notice under it announcing "Private Property -No Entrance without Authorization" beside a small gatehouse, brought him to a stop.

Spotting a four-passenger UTV coming toward him from the direction of the large lodge, Paul waited until it pulled up alongside of him. A young, fairly attractive, well-built man stepped from the UTV and approached his truck, scrutinizing it as he did. Paul immediately sensed this young man was not an ordinary Lycan; he was a hunter, one who could and would pursue his prey and dispatch it without compunction! Hunters, such as him, possessed special skills few other wolves had; Paul was familiar with all of them, having treated a few in his career. In this young man's case, however, Paul wasn't too certain he realized what he was developing into!

Smiling, the man said, by way of introduction, "Franklin Campbell; do you have an appointment?"

"No," Paul replied and introduced himself. "Dr. Paul Thomas, Veterinarian. I just moved to Orr and will be opening my practice soon," and knowing Franklin Campbell knew damned well what he was because of his scent, asked, "What Pack is this?"

Franklin never answered the question, but did instruct Paul to park in the visitor section of the parking lot and follow him to the main lodge. Walking up the sidewalk, Paul spotted the many security cameras located discreetly, but strategically, throughout the compound, monitoring not only the grounds but the buildings as well. His scanning of the grounds revealed, besides the big lodge they were walking to, four cottages remodeled into nice homes, what appeared to be an apartment or condo building, several storage buildings, a large array of satellites dishes surrounded by a chain link fence enclosure, several electric transformers in another one, and, what appeared to be a generator in another. Most interesting was a fairly large building on the other side of the lodge, quite some distance away and unnoticeable at first, surrounded by chain link fencing topped with razor wire. He was willing to bet the building was the most secure on the premises and where most of the very, supposedly, "government," business was conducted or researched. Other than that, the facility looked like either a resort or a resort remodeled into a home site, complete with docks, boats, and a boat house.

The entire compound reeked of money and secrecy! What really caught his attention was the extremely strong scent of Lycanthropes; werewolves, shifters! His thoughts were interrupted when they entered the Lodge, passed a receptionist, and Franklin ushered him into a rather large office. Standing, apparently waiting for him, were three men, one of a larger stature than the others.

His nostrils were filled with the powerful scent of an Alpha and lesser scents of the Beta and the Pack Enforcer, flanking the largest of the three. His natural conclusion was simply the Alpha was Campbell and one of the other two was Hayes, the father of Nan Hayes who his son spoke of.

Art Campbell viewed the smaller man carefully standing in front of him before speaking.

"Welcome to Campbell and Associates," nodding to his two companions, "I'm Art Campbell and these gentlemen are my partners, Ray Hayes and Ted Bowers," nodding to each as he did.

"Dr. Paul Thomas," he responded and cutting to the chase, asked, "What Pack is this? I asked Franklin but perhaps I missed his response."

Art Campbell, unused to being challenged so blatantly by strangers, especially other Lycans, bristled, "This is the Kabetogama Pack and you are in the presence of its Alpha! I'll forgive your failure to bare your neck in submission as a subordinate since you're apparently new to the area."

Paul nodded, acknowledging the remarks, but remained undeterred and certainly not intimidated by the larger Alpha.

"And I accept your apology for your ignorance or lack of information understanding who I am and what position I hold!"

Campbell uttered a soft growl in anger at the challenge and Bowers and Hayes began to step forward, when another voice from behind him, a new one to Thomas, "Perhaps you'd be so kind to inform us what position you hold, Dr. Thomas, since I have no idea what you're referring to!"

Paul turned slowly part-way around so he could still react to Hayes or Bowers if he needed to, and met an outstretched hand offered by another young man, slightly older than Franklin Campbell.

"Scott Campbell; please forgive us for our rudeness. We've been so busy getting re-established here, I'm afraid we've been out of touch!" as he attempted to calm what could develop into a very volatile situation!

"We've only recently, within the past couple of years, began re-locating our business here from our operations in Canada. Other than a field office in Juneau, the other field offices are in Canada, thus, we've been out of touch with customs or regulations in the Lower Forty-eight concerning Pack hierarchy."

Paul relaxed, yet wary of the three more aggressive leaders of the Kabetogama Pack, so remained on guard.

"Many years ago, Scott, as advances were made in veterinarian medicine, a few, damned few I might add, of our kind began entering the field. Because of our peculiar nature, we also specialized, albeit covertly, in treating our own. Since there were, and still are, so few vets of our persuasion, in order to prevent Packs from deciding who'd be treated by allowing vets to treat only those members of the packs the vets belonged to and hence causing problems of raiding, the Grand Council declared all Lycan or shifters as you might prefer, veterinarians and their families, would belong to no pack, have access to any pack territories, and would medically treat members of any pack, even those in opposing sides in disputes."

"As a result, I and my family members belong to no Pack, but to all Packs and have free and unfettered access to any Pack's territory!"

Scott nodded his understanding and with a small motion of his head, sent Franklin slipping from the room.

Paul Thomas smiled; "Franklin will discover, once he contacts the Grand Council, what I say is correct."

The five of them continued to stand, awaiting Franklin's relay of information, if he was able to contact the Council. The room still was ubiquitous with tension, although not as fierce as previously, and awkward as Paul wasn't made welcome to sit nor had anyone else decided to do so. Paul decided to quietly wait which added to the frustration Art Campbell was feeling. Never had his authority been challenged by a stranger; a stranger who seemed to have the Grand Council's blessing. Of course, Art hadn't been in contact with the Council ever, since his type of business kept the three of them fairly isolated and the fact the business was in Canada until recently. The only member of his Pack who had any association with Council activities was Brent Hayes who recently attended a summer convention of young Lycans.

Campbell, Hayes, or Bowers and their families, never had the need to seek the services of a Lycan veterinarian either because of good luck or being able to treat their own minor diseases and injuries through their own self-healing. Jeanne Campbell, Art's wife, is a nurse-practioner and was, thus far, able to handle most medicine emergencies. They all were extremely careful around silver, knowing the deadly effects on them, and hadn't been in any disputes with rival Packs. In fact, they had little direct contact with other Packs and, when they did, it was for business purposes only and not social!

Franklin stepped back into the room, gave Scott a nod, and the tension in the room began to dissolve.

In a much calmer, less demanding and authoritarian manner and voice, Art Campbell invited all of them to please take a seat. Paul noticed he sat behind his desk, Bowers and Hayes sat in chairs to the right and left of it, Scott sat next to him, while Franklin remained standing near the door.

"So, Dr. Thomas," Scott began, "what brought you to our neck of the woods?"

"It was not a move I would've anticipated several years ago. We were quite happy and busy in our veterinarian practice in Washington State. The vast majority of our clients were humans with small animals for pets, along with an occasional patient from our own communities. There are several Packs in Washington and our practice was located not far from the coast and relatively close, although it was some distance away, to the Canadian Border. However, it became apparent I needed to move my family away from the area, for several reasons. My oldest son, who'd accepted a position at Bemidji State, suggested a move here. There was a practice for sale, the schools were good, and I moved here with my other three sons, even though school was already well underway."

"Your wife?" Scott inquired.

"She died a little over a year ago!"

The group waited quietly, waiting for Dr. Thomas to continue.

"A number of years ago, I really don't know for certain how many, a small Pack in Northern Maine was attacked brutally, viciously, and with more rancor than ever been seen before, even in the midst of Pack feuding over territory or mates. The aggressors murdered the men and older boys and proceeded to rape the women, young ladies, and boys and girls who were prepubescent or early teens, seeming to take greater pleasure in those younger ones than the older ones. Once their sexual appetites were satisfied, the objects of their abhorrent behavior were killed as well!"

It was puzzling at first by local Packs, wondering why such an act was committed and by whom, until they finally appealed to the Grand Council to investigate and attempt to determine who the perpetrators were and why. Teams of investigators arrived and found very little to investigate, other than a number of fellow werewolves were killed and raped. There was no clues where the attackers came from or why the attack occurred. They were able to discover the perpetrators, in addition to their ravaging the victims, robbed them as well, taking only small, valuable items, such as jewelry, easily converted to cash, and cash. Some victims apparently held gold coins and those were gone as well. Those items were secreted away by one of the perpetrators shifting to human who walked to a town road where a vehicle waited. From there no further trace was found.

"The deed was done quickly and efficiently," Dr. Thomas noted, "according to what I heard. The killers disappeared and the conventional thought concerning the incident was an act of murder to cover up a robbery and rape on the part of the victors to satisfy immediate sexual needs. There was no other explanation although the viciousness of the attack was unprecedented, but a `one off' event" so many thought!

"There are always solitary and sometimes multiple deaths in our society by fighting, rivalries, or some sort of disagreements which cannot be resolved by peaceful means or by "blood-suckers," who hate us anyway, or by men who fear us, so those incidents generally don't spark the interest of the Grand Council. However, about a year later, another attack of similar magnitude and viciousness occurred, similar to the one in Maine!"

The attack this time occurred in Northern Vermont on a Pack living near the Border of the United States and Canada. Again the men were killed first, the women, small girls and boys raped, including the teens, and the victims robbed; same "M. O." as before, only this time they made a mistake! A young man, a member of the Pack, happened to come home unannounced, from finishing his college education, arriving on the scene as the ravaging was just coming to a close! The perpetrators failed to notice him concealed, watching, and remembering.

"This young man is bright, one of the brightest and most talented in that particular Pack and, come to find out, in our society."

He was able to describe the killers in detail and was able to "eavesdrop" on their conversations! From those casual conversations among the debauchers, he determined their leader already left the area and the rest were just enjoying themselves in their debauchery. The attack was planned in advance, a thorough reconnaissance made prior to it, and carried out at a time when everyone would be home and vulnerable. They were a rogue Pack who, for some reason or the other, hated their fellow shifters and were led by an older, very vicious wolf. After cleaning up the scene, he reported to the Grand Council.

The young man became the first of a very secret, specially trained, very bright elite group of Lycanthropes working for the Grand Council whose mission was to find and eliminate this rogue Pack! The special squad scattered out throughout the nation, near the Border, watching, waiting, and investigating, trying to anticipate another attack. They remained deeply hidden in society, unannounced, unknown, and undetectable by even fellow Lycans. In effect, they were sleepers, ready to awaken and attack the interlopers.

"They weren't able to eliminate all of the attacks," Dr. Thomas lamented, "but they did lessen them by their very presence. They were able to physically stop several, killing some of the members of the rogue Pack, while serving a warning to stay away. Unfortunately, because of their small numbers they are not able to everywhere at once. The one attack they weren't able to prevent was the one taking my wife's life!"

"My wife, Linda, a vet also, received a call to treat a young lad in a small Pack some ten miles or so from the Washington State and British Columbia Border. We were both wary and concerned, but there was no indication of any dangerous activity in our area, although an across the border attack did happen in Montana some four or five months before, but nothing since, at least any we heard of. We thought it'd be safe and, not wanting to refuse a call for medical assistance, she left. While there, the Pack was attacked and she was among those killed while protecting a group of small children. Fortunately, she wasn't raped, perhaps because she was already dead when the attack intended. Unfortunately, it was not the case for the smaller children!"

Dr. Thomas went on to relay the Grand Council's special strike force determined the rogue Pack sends a member or two in human form into an area to reconnoiter an area, determine what valuables the local pack or packs might have, assess the strength, evaluate the possibilities of sexual pleasures, and return to plan the attack. Part of the planning might be a return as wolves to get a more clandestine evaluation and determine if there any of the young boys they might want to take with them. If they were reluctant to join the rogues, they were killed!

The information the Council slowly gathered developed a profile of the types of Packs most likely to be attacked and began sending their elite squads out to those areas with orders to establish themselves, stay concealed, but be prepared.

"I was notified and drove up to receive her body and bring her home for burial. It was a sad time for our family. I became despondent, discouraged, and just wanted to get away to someplace else. When my oldest son went to work for Bemidji State and heard of the vet practice in Orr being for sale, I bought it and moved here with my three other sons."

"I was quite surprised," Dr. Thomas acknowledged, "to find a relatively small, but strong Pack here! Are there any others, than your own Pack, in the vicinity you're aware of?"

Art Campbell frowned, wary on hearing how the rogue Pack scoped out an area before attacking, and was reluctant to answer since he was uncertain Paul Thomas just might be part of the scouting group!

"Not that I'm aware of. I know there is a Pack over in the Red Lake or Lake of the Woods area. They were the closest to the Border, I think, other than ours. We're relatively new to the area so I doubt we're on anyone's radar. Our own pack consists of some employees, our grown sons and daughters, children still at home, and those in school."

Smiling confidently, certain he'd be sending a clear signal, just in case, he said, "We have an extremely sophisticated and effective security system and intruder defense system here because of the nature of our work!" and offered no more.

"You also have Franklin," Dr. Thomas recognized, "who, I'm certain, you know is a `hunter,' one of those special few who has talent and skills yet to be developed," and offered no more, other than a smile in return to Campbell's previous remarks.

Campbell glared, angered, frustrated he couldn't intimidate the man, so said nothing!

Scott broke the silent tension in the room. "We're really pleased you stopped by Dr. Thomas and sympathize with your loss. We are also pleased to know we have a medical professional in our area we can call on if we need one. I'm certain my father and Mr. Hayes and Mr. Bowers welcome you and your sons to run and hunt our territory."

It was clearly meant as an end to the meeting and a dismissal. Dr. Thomas took no offense; he was quite used to dealing with Alpha's and their teams who sometimes let pride or position go to their head or in this case, something else; he wasn't certain.

"I'd appreciate having your sons identify themselves to me before they do!" Art added sharply!

"Oh, there'll be no need for that," Thomas smiled, "you'll know right off when you see them; they're white wolves, as am I! With that said, I'll take my leave and thank you for the opportunity to visit with you," adding seriously, "I'm not certain you realize the gravity of the situation, Mr. Campbell; there is evil and wickedness lurking and none of us are immune from its carnage even with sophisticated security and intruder defense systems!"

Abruptly turning to Franklin and Scott, showing his back to Campbell, "No need for you to show me the way out, I can manage just fine!" and left the room.

The five of them stood silently for a moment after Thomas left. Scott looked at his father; "You know, Dad, there are time you really know how to piss people off and there's one we shouldn't! I think he was just trying to get acquainted and offer us his assistance!"

Art growled his displeasure by his son's remarks, but Scott just shrugged it off and he and Franklin left the room.

"Jesus, Art," Ted exclaimed, "what the hell got you so uptight? Something we're not aware of?"

There was a great deal bothering Art Campbell and his visitor just exacerbated his concerns. His concerns weren't business related; in fact Campbell and Associates was doing very well, very well indeed! If it continued to expand at the current rate, they'd have to add at least two, possibly three, more IT people to the staff. Profits were up and the location was ideal for feting potential customers or entertaining current ones.

No, his concerns were personal. As an Alpha, he was responsible for the protection and welfare of his Pack; as a father, he was also responsible for the protection and welfare of his family. Therein lay the concerns!

His family was maturing, albeit he still had a couple of younger ones at home, but he felt he was losing control of parts of the maturing children. Scott and his family were perfectly happy here, but Franklin was showing some signs of restlessness. Thomas's remarks concerning Franklin hit home; Franklin did have skills, damned good skills, when it came to hunting and killing, for that matter. It wouldn't be long before he'd want to leave and, even as much as Art wanted him to stay because he was a valuable member of the company and the family, he knew he'd have to let him make the final decision!

His twin sons, Jason and Tyler, and their Averill Creek Pack, as they were known, seemed to be developing into a separate Pack rather than a sub-Pack of his and happened to be the major source of his concerns! It now had eleven members or so with the addition of Diondre Carlson and he had no idea how many of the younger ones now at home would want to join as well. If many joined, it would weaken his Pack, the Kabetogama Pack!

Art began noticing changes in Tyler and Jason some time back when he realized they were able to block unspoken communication with each other from him, something other Pack members weren't able to do. He watched carefully, since they "turned" young Jessie Sutton when they mated him and now, as "alphas" of the Averill Creek Pack, they also had an "alpha mate;" not female, but male! The three of them could also block any communication he might try sending to them. Very unusual and strange, to say the least! If he was not mistaken, the rest of the young people in the Averill Creek Pack could do so as well.

Jessie Sutton was an extremely bright, young man and possessed, now as a "shifter," with extraordinary sensitivity to smell, sight, sound, touch, and taste, many times more than the normal Lycan. In addition, he was extremely perceptive; the type of individual who could take five or six more seemingly unrelated incidents and form an extremely accurate conclusion. Art wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't possess some sort of "sixth scenes" or "extrasensory perception" abilities as well!

The other young pack members were fiercely protective of Jessie, as well as Jason and Tyler, quickly springing to defend them or him or shield him from harm, even to the point of sacrificing themselves. Jason and Tyler definitely would sacrifice their all for their mate. Their pack mates also sought Jessie's advice and counsel on situations, school, or anything. Jason and Tyler often sought Jessie's opinion before acting. Clearly, they all had intense loyalty and trust in him!

Sadly, Art thought it wouldn't be long until the Averill Creek Pack would want to be on their own! He knew it was coming someday, but hoped when it did, they'd remain linked to his Kabetogama Pack as friends, family, and allies!

All of this concerned him, but not nearly as much as Dr. Thomas' visit shocked, angered, and unfortunately, frightened him. As he listened to Dr. Thomas speak of the rogue Pack, he was suddenly jarred, remembering something Franklin relayed to him after the Peter's house burned. Franklin and Jessie, as wolves, tracked the unknown perpetrator to a road and lost him or her when he or she drove off in some sort of vehicle. Jessie's wolf sat on its haunches, sniffed the air several times, stood, walked over to where the vehicle previously was parked, looked around, and said,

"by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes!"

To be continued...

Posted: 07/26/19

Border Wolves

Something Wicked This Way Comes

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2016 by the author)

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...

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Chapter 8

"The scars of others should teach us caution."

(Saint Jerome) 

Art Campbell owed an answer to Ted's question and Ray's unasked one as well!

"Scott was right; I have been rather agitated lately and I apologize to you for it. None of it revolves around business. As you know, we are doing extraordinarily well. There are, instead, some personal issues concerning me. Dr. Thomas's remarks clearly irritated me, bringing me close to a realization of things I cannot control and, frankly, left me slightly shaken and frightened! I'm concerned for our future as a Pack and, perhaps more so, as a father of an ever changing family!"

Motioning Ted and Ray to sit, he relayed his concerns; the manner in which his family was changing, the formation of the group of young people who identified themselves as the "Averill Creek Pack" and the way they interacted with each other, especially Jessie Sutton's influence over all of the teens in the group!

"Perhaps," he concluded, "all of this is age related on my part, feeling myself grow older, and the realization of the changes it brings to me and those around me!"

Ray acknowledged he often felt that way as well, impacting him when Kendra, his oldest, entered college this past year.

Ted laughed, not out of disrespect for his two partners, but sympathizing with them, acknowledging he felt the same when Rhonda, already in her third year of college at the University of Minnesota at St. Paul, left home.

"You still have all of yours at home, Art," he said. "Scott lived at home while he finished his university degree and continued to live at home while working for us. Franklin did the same while earning his degree and also works at home for us."

"Franklin is getting itchy feet, I think," Ray observed, "wanting to try something different, but really not knowing what. We know he has special talents, he's proven that to us time and again. Perhaps we need to visit with him and see if he is interested in visiting with Dr. Thomas about developing and using those skills."

Art nodded in agreement and laughed softly at the insight his Beta and Enforcer had, relaying and comparing their own personal experiences with how he currently felt.

Ted, reasoning since the Averill Creek Pack was already a topic of conversation, broached the idea which had been rolling around in his head ever since Jason and Tyler took, and claimed, Jessie Sutton as their mate. Perhaps this was a good time as any to express it.

"You know, Art and Ray, I think we all have to realize the young pups we raised aren't the young adult wolves we now know. They've changed and we've changed; all for the better I think!"

"We've been thinking and treating them as young teens, expressing themselves as many young teens do, experimenting, sometimes foolish adventures, mixtures of maturity and immaturity, and other teen activities. I think we're wrong! This group of young people is extraordinary in many ways and we need to acknowledge it!"

Ted was absolutely certain Art, Ray, and he were wrong ever since Annie introduced Diondre Carlson to her mom and him. He knew at that point, from the look in Annie's eyes, she was going to choose the handsome, young, brown-skinned teen for her mate! They both smelled strongly of sex on Diondre's first encounter with the family. It wasn't just casual sex as some of the younger Pack members sometimes engaged in, but full-blown, passionate, permanently attaching type sex! The type of sex, if looking at Diondre' adoration of his daughter, would produce pup after pup sooner rather than later!

"No, these aren't ordinary teens such as we might imagine; they're mature beyond their years, especially since Jason and Tyler joined with Jessie Sutton," he concluded.

In his opinion, from observations, Jason and Tyler's close group of relatives and friends are an extremely intelligent, independent, fiercely loyal, perceptive, ingenious, and hard fighting, as well as hard loving, as any similar groupings he'd witnessed over the years! Putting all of their strengths together he was convinced they'd be a formidable force to contend with, even as young as they are. They may seem carefree and innocent, but they're not and have been extremely underestimated!

There was general agreement Dr. Thomas should be approached again, seeking his understanding by first offering an apology for the brusqueness of their meeting, reassuring him of the opportunity for his family to utilize the Kabetogama Pack's territory, including the area ordinarily used by Jason and Tyler, and a pledge to work closely with him on any perceived or actual threat. Art also felt it was crucial to have a Pack meeting, making certain all of Jason and Tyler's friends were present as well, to make them aware of Dr. Thomas's warnings and the fact he and his family would be using their territory.

It was crucial all of the young people be aware of their surroundings at all time and be on guard for any threats to themselves or others, as well as anything unusual they might notice. If they traveled alone or in very small groups, they might be very vulnerable, although according to what Thomas relayed, the raiders preferred to attack homes or small settlements. This'd leave Jessie Sutton's cabin extremely vulnerable, especially if the young people were gathered there, as they often did! As a group, the Averill Creek Pack seemed to offer one thing, among others, the rogues sought; sex with young, virile teens or younger!

After lunch, Art Campbell decided it'd be best if he swallow his pride, drive over to Orr, and meet with Dr. Thomas. Unaccustomed as he was in doing so, he really felt it was the right thing to do, after all, it wasn't Dr. Thomas's fault he was in such a bad mood!

Dr. Thomas stopped by "Sutton's" on the way home, but didn't have the opportunity to meet Jim Sutton, the owner. He did, however, visit with Jimmy (Jim Jr.) in the motel and introduce himself. He also offered his medical services should any of their guests need attention for their pets or hunting dogs. He was very impressed with the entire operation, including "The Birchwood," the motel and cabins, and "The Pelican."

Close to lunch, Dr. Thomas decided to grab a sandwich at "The Pelican." Per chance, Evan Troutman and Eric Trempealeau were seated at their favorite window table having lunch as well.

"I think that's the new vet who bought Dr. Sam's practice over in Orr," Evan mentioned as the two of them watched Thomas leave his truck and walk toward the front entrance of the café.

Never the bashful of the two of them, often quickly identifying him as some sort of salesperson, which he was of course, Evan gave a wave at Dr. Thomas as he entered the café and invited him to join them at their table.

"Hi, Doc, welcome to our neck of the woods!"

Dr. Thomas, perplexed and slightly suspicious, walked slowly over to the table, stood, eyebrows furled, looking at the two older, smiling gentlemen seated at the table, wondering why they invited him to join them.

"How did you know ...?

"We saw the truck pull up, watched you climb out, and since my momma didn't raise no dummies, decided the man getting out of the veterinarian truck must be the new vet down at Orr since we haven't seen you around here before!" laughed Evan. "So, sit down, join us, and satisfy two old men's curiosity and give us something to gossip about!"

Paul Thomas couldn't help but enjoy the two men. They seemed happy, open, and welcoming, so he did!

Evan extended a hand, introducing himself, noting he was a realtor, but didn't receive the listing on the Orr property, "Which is fine," he commented, "I have enough around here and in International Falls to keep me busy."

"Which is fine with me," Eric commented, introducing himself, "if he isn't he can be a real pain in the ass. We have offices next door to each other and are partners. I deal in law and he deals in property; works out well." He didn't add they were partners in life as well, deciding he had no idea where the other man's prejudices stood.

"Dr. Paul Thomas," Paul returned and, "yes, you're correct, I am the new vet and sort of touring the area trying to get to "know the territory" as Professor Harold Hill was advised in "The Music Man."

"They have an open-faced prime rib sandwich here today for the noon special and it's just fabulous," advised Eric wondering if Doc Thomas was hungry. Besides, if he decided to have lunch, it'd give them more opportunity to visit!

"If I can have it rare, I'll give it a try," Dr. Thomas replied.

The three of them enjoyed a very relaxed lunch and casual conversation while seated at the table. Dr. Thomas expressed his desire to relocate to a different area after his wife died tragically in an accident and his oldest son, a professor at Bemidji State, learned of the practice in Orr for sale, offered privately through a professional journal, so Thomas bought it. His second oldest son was now enrolled in UM-St. Paul, his third and fourth sons were enrolled in the local schools.

He mentioned he stopped at the office at "Suttons" to introduce himself and offer his services to any guests who might have pets. Dr. Thomas did admit, albeit misspeaking the truth, he missed the turn down the lane leading to the Resort and ended up at the gates of Campbell and Associates.

"By the looks of the place," he commented, "it appears as if they really don't want visitors, at least those who just pop in. What do they do anyway?"

Doctor Thomas was seeking all the information he could on Campbell and Associates to better understand the large pack of werewolves he'd encounter there.

Evan explained he'd represented the client who sold the property to Art Campbell and from what he understood they were a cyber security firm specializing in government and corporate internet and software security. Most of the work was done over the internet trying to prevent hackers from accessing their clients' data and eliminating those threats. It was because of the nature of their business they decided to locate here, giving them the privacy they needed for their work. Beyond that, Evan offered little else, feigning any further knowledge of Campbell and Associates. Eric just sat and listened, offering nothing to the conversation.

Changing the subject, Dr. Thomas noted how impressed he was with "Sutton's Lodge and Resort" and wondered how long it had been here.

"Well," Eric volunteered, "I'm really not certain! Originally I represented George Sutton, the original owner and when he passed away, Jim Sutton, his son, continued to retain me as counsel," offering no more but switching the subject somewhat.

"You must really try the Friday Fish Fry here at `The Birchwood' and the Sunday Buffet Brunch, adding, "During the tourist season you have the very dickens of the time getting seated without a long wait. That's one reason we don't start going until after the first of October when things begin slowing down. With Thanksgiving out of the way and the snow season just getting underway, it'll be busy with snowmobilers and others over Christmas break, but not as busy as summer!"

Once their visit was concluded, Dr. Thomas bid them goodbye and renewed his trip toward Orr. He left with a favorable impression Eric and Evan, seeing them as a "local" gay couple who were most comfortable with their sexual orientation, who knew more than they were revealing concerning the area and the people, shrewd, crafty, intelligent, and human; although he did pick up a very faint scent of a Lycanthrope emanating from their bodies, almost as if they'd accidentally, unknowingly been in the presence of a werewolf. He couldn't be certain however. Perhaps one of the Campbell group was in contact with them earlier in the day.

Eric and Evan were left with the impression Dr. Thomas was probably a very qualified veterinarian, seeking a new practice, grieving widower, and less than forthcoming, given what they learned earlier in the day from Jessie when he and Diondre had breakfast with them before school!

Jase and Tyler, as soon as they heard what Nettie, as she was called at home, much to her chagrin, discovered finding a new, strange werewolf at school, contacted Jessie. Nettie, rather than frightened, decided to snoop out more information concerning the stranger. She found his name was Andre Thomas, his dad was the new vet in Orr, he had three older brothers and one of the older brothers, Dana, was in high school. Knowing it'd be the Alpha's, Art Campbell, responsibility to determine what action should or shouldn't be taken, she told her father about it, who relayed it to Art Campbell. By supper time, the entire compound was aware of the news.

Jessie pondered the news with suspicion, not that he felt a young werewolf presented any direct threat, but decided, with strangers in the area, to be more vigilant, heedful, and concerned! He wanted to know much more about the strangers, singularly in light of the uneasiness he felt since and Franklin lost the tracks of the intruder after the Peter's fire!

The bus ride to school Monday morning was rife with "chatter" between the members of the Averill Creek Pack who rode the bus, concerning the "newcomers" who moved into the area. Speculation concerning what Dana Thomas looked like, what type of person or wolf he was, and whether or not he'd be a "friendly" or someone who was more aggressive. It was decided to find out!

Just before they arrived at school, Jessie had an idea on to do just that, so communicated it to the others.

"Hey, guys, don't do anything; snooping around too much might alert Dana Thomas we're on the prowl and get suspicious. I think I know how to find out easily, with no problems, when I go to gym class today!"

The others agreed, but cautioned him to be damned careful; they had their own secrets to hide from the "normal" world as well!

Jessie asked Norm Haas to give him a call over the weekend and he never did. Jessie figured he may've been occupied with a "new boyfriend" and Jessie had a pretty good idea who the new boyfriend might be!

Norm stood by his locker alongside Jessie last period of the day getting changed for gym class. Jessie could smell the strong scent of another Lycan all over Norm and the equally strong smell of sex, such as that he often experienced with Jase and Tyler. The wolf (boyfriend of Norm's Jessie determined) made certain his scent was prominent on Norm, warning others he was taken! As Norm shucked his short sleeved shirt off, Jessie spotted the tell-tale mark on Norm's lower neck where he'd been "marked" while having sex. There were no bite marks so Norm hadn't been turned, yet, but by the smell of the other wolf on him, it just might not be long! Jessie hoped before that happened he had the opportunity to have a long, hard talk with Norm. Once done, there was no turning back!

"Quite the hickey you've got there on your neck, Norm," Jessie quipped softly.

Norm blushed and answered just as softly, "Yeah!"

"Sort of like mine," Jessie said turning so Norm could see, "only mine has faded more; in fact you can barely see it!" knowing full well the only reason someone couldn't see it very well was because it healed right away.

"Must be quite the guy," Jessie continued, "for you to fall so fast and hard."

"He really is!" sighed Norm, smiling, the love and admiration for his lover all over his face and dancing in his eyes.

"You'll have to tell me more about him later," Jessie said as they headed into the gym.

Later came sooner; Coach decided the class would play dodgeball in the gym instead of going outside, so when Norm, considerably smaller than some of the others, was tagged out right away, Jessie made certain he was too, and joined Norm on the sidelines.

Plopping his butt down on the sidelines next to Norm, with a grin, Jessie asked, "So, tell me about this new Prince Charming who seems to have captured your heart so quickly!"

At first, Norm blushed, hesitant to say anything, then realized it was Jessie Sutton, the teen who had two, not one, but two boyfriends, and the first person he'd come out to! Norm looked around, trying to see if anyone was close enough to hear or watching them. He so much wanted to tell someone how wonderful it felt to be loved by another boy and ask someone who already had a boyfriend, or in Jessie's case, boyfriends, a whole bunch of questions he had concerning gay sex. So far, his only experience was with Dana Thomas and he couldn't think it'd be any greater than what it'd been, although he was more than willing to find out- if Dana was the one to introduce it to him!

"Dana treats me as the most special person in the world," Norm sighed, somewhat embarrassed by sharing his feelings with someone other than Dana, "as if nothing else in his life is more important than being with me, pleasuring me in every way possible. His fingers tracing lightly up and down my arms or legs or, especially up and down my backbone, sends shivers all over me; kissing me, his lips settle gently on mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth and sucking on my tongue, nuzzling my neck and nibbling on my ears, makes goosebumps stand out on my body, but everything he does to me seems to really settle in my balls and cock! I get so hard, sometimes I think I'll just explode!"

Jessie noted this was the first time Norm mentioned his boyfriend's name aloud, confirming what he suspected all along!

"Jessie, he really knows how to spoil me, doing everything for me, carrying my books, opening doors, defending me if he thinks anyone is going to harm me. God, Jessie, he's so gentle, but still so, domineering, in a gentle way, I think that's what I mean. But not really, if I object to anything or am hesitant, he doesn't force me to do it, as if he doesn't want to offend me, lose my love or respect, or hurt me in anyway. I don't think he could!"

Norm smiled a wistful smile, "I really like it when we're making love he kisses me all over, but when he begins—kissing my neck, I just sort of melt into his arms!"

Norm laughed, "I was going to say `sucking my neck' but that's not where we suck each other if you know what I mean!"

Jessie knew very well what Norm meant, replying, "Great isn't it? I love it when Tyler and Jase do it to me or me to them."

Looking about, as if he was imparting some great secret, he said softly, "While Jase is fucking me, Tyler is giving me a blow-job!"

"Really?"

"Yep!"

"Okay," Norm asked, quite certain of himself at this point, "Not to offend, because you've got a pretty big cock yourself, at least it looks like to me, and I've never seen how big your boyfriends' are, but I bet they're really big, but does it ever hurt when they, you know, slide it in?"

"No and yes, they are really big, much bigger than me!"

"Neither did Dana's and he's really big." Norm confirmed. "The first time, when I saw him hard, I thought it'd never fit, but it did! He took his time, inching it forward and then letting me adjust to the size and length, before he moved it in even more. It felt as though it was going to come out of my mouth, he was that far in I thought."

"You ought to try it with two of them buried deep in your poop chute at one time," thought Jessie, "it really stimulates you!"

"This may sound stupid, but most times, he hits a spot inside me that sends almost electric-like shocks right into my balls and up to the end of my dick; ever happen to you?"

"Yeah, I even cum without touching myself!"

"Me too! Can't believe it yet!"

"Believe it and enjoy it!"

Their conversation carried on into the locker room and the shower room, with Norm sharing with Jessie, letting him know how much he loved Dana Thomas, described in detail making love to him and vice-versa; how this past weekend, after Dana spent the night, Saturday afternoon, Norm drove his ATV up the road to Dana's and they made love a couple of more times and then again on Sunday a couple of times. It was as if he just couldn't get enough of having Dana inside him, spewing his voluminous ropes of semen into him, on him, next to him, seeing him, just knowing Dana was always there for him!

Soaping up his engorged cock and snug balls, Norm announced, "I don't wear my regular glasses when Dana and I are kissing or he is rammed deep and pumping when we're face to face! If I did, they'd fog up and I wouldn't be able to see his face," and giggled!

"Good thing," thought Jessie, "because when Dana turns you, you won't have to wear glasses again. Kind of hard to explain that to the folks if you had to wear your regular glasses all of the time!"

Dried and dressed, getting ready to leave when the bell rang, Jessie said, "I'd like to meet this fabulous lover of yours so I'll walk with you to your locker. Okay?"

Leaving the locker room, Norm asked, "Jessie, have you ever seen a white wolf around here?"

"No, can't say that I have, why?"

"I've noticed one sitting on the edge of the clearing behind the house the last couple of nights, almost as if he's watching me before I go to bed! Think he's mean?"

"Don't know; has he acted like it?"

"Nope, just sits there, watching. I sometimes feel he's guarding me or sort of asking me to come out and join him!"

Jessie commented no further, but did communicate with Jase and Tyler as he and Norm walked toward his locker.

"Jase, Tyler, I'm going with Norm to his locker to meet his boyfriend, Dana Thomas. His locker is in the east locker area."

"You be damned careful," cautioned Tyler, "we don't know this guy, okay?"

"Nothing to fear," Jessie responded, "you and Jase won't be far away!"

Norm chattered his excitement, discovering someone loved him as a gay teen, having come to accept his sexual orientation and having Jessie to share his "new" life with as well as Dana Thomas, and descriptions of Dana, dressed and undressed. Although having never met Dana, Jessie was gathering a fairly accurate picture of what he looked like; taller than Norm by six, maybe ten, inches, dark hair, complexion similar to Norm's, physically well-proportioned, exhibiting a certain strength or substance to his physique, but not overtly so, highly intelligent, an almost shy but capturing and sometimes enigmatic, warm and welcoming smile, a gentle and stimulatingly fulfilling lover, and of great potency, as evidenced by the voluminous amounts of ejaculate Norm described, as well as the considerable length and girth to his manly parts. It was all probably more information than Jessie wanted or needed to know, but Norm was so proud of his boyfriend and so much in love!

Norm was in disbelief someone as handsome as Dana would fall for a geeky, nerdy-looking boy with glasses and a small cock, who had none of the special attributes of a "knock-down-drag-out" stunner of a boy! Jessie tried, relatively unsuccessfully, to discourage Norm from viewing himself as such, since he really wasn't that bad looking and cock size made no difference if you're in love! However, Norm was concentrating on meeting his boyfriend and introducing him to Jessie, Jessie's comments just seemed to sail over his head!

Jessie picked up Dana's scent long before they entered the hall leading to where Norm's locker was located. The scent, at first, was light, welcoming, happy, but quickly changed darker as Dana scented not only his lover, but mixed with the scent of another wolf, in close contact with his lover! Jessie could envision, in Dana's unseen aura, first fear someone was in such close proximity to Norm, and second, fear turning to anger, ready to challenge and fight anyone who'd dare make an attempt to intrude on what he thought was his and his alone! Jason and Tyler would react in the same way every now and then, if they thought Jessie was under any threat!

Dana's scent darkened even more as Jessie and Norm came closer; the scent changed drastically from anger to outright aggression! Dana was preparing to fight to protect his mate from the interloper!

Jessie prepared to defend himself, if necessary, as they came closer! He spotted Dana and before anything could develop, Norm suddenly dashed ahead and, not caring what anyone around him saw or thought, gave Dana a big hug, somewhat easing what could have been a very tense situation!

"Come meet my friend, Jessie Sutton," Norm urged holding Dana's hand trying to lead him forward.

Jessie watched as Dana's nostrils flared, quickly recognizing the scent of a mated wolf, a wolf who was mated to an Alpha or, if his nose was correct, more than one Alpha. This made Jessie Sutton really high up the hierarchy of a pack and definitely not one another wolf would mix it up with without realizing it could be fatal! Dana would be willing to take that task on if it meant protecting Norm, but Jessie Sutton wasn't sending off those kinds of signals!

"Hi," Jessie said by way of introduction, "I'm Jessie Sutton and I finally get to meet the handsome dude who has swept my friend off of his feet!" and, using the "voice" he used with those wolves who weren't members of the Averill Creek Pack, asked,

"Are you the white wolf Norm has been seeing each night outside his bedroom?"

"Yeah, and you are part of what Pack?"

"Averill Creek Pack, we're a sub-pack of the Kabetogama Pack, led by Alpha Art Campbell."

"You're mated, right!"

"Yeah, to Jason and Tyler Campbell, Alphas of our little Pack of teen wolves."

Hearing Jase and Tyler, plus the others, coming, Jessie, using the voice he and the others in the Averill Creek Pack communicated with, informed them there appeared to no problems, but be wary just in case. Jase and Tyler, warned or not, intended to be more than just "wary" and let him know.

Jessie noticed Dana quickly focused briefly on him and he knew Dana "heard" him as well. How, he didn't know but intended on finding out!

Continuing aloud, "Those two coming down the hall toward us are my boyfriends, Jase and Tyler Campbell. Don't try to determine which one is which as you'll soon see. Trailing along behind are Mike Bowers, Chad Coleman, Rick Hayes, and Robbie Bowers."

The boys all stopped, gathered around Norm, giving him playful taps on his shoulders or fist bumps by way of greeting and silently congratulating him. It didn't take Norm long to introduce each of them to Dana. Dana noticed they dispersed in a loose semi-circle slightly surrounding him, except for Jase and Tyler who eased up to Jessie as smoothly as any moves he'd witnessed in many days and remained almost glued to Jessie Sutton's sides. Norm, innocent in the way of wolves or protective measures taken by lovers, except for Dana's towards him, didn't have a clue concerning the little show of power and dominance going on around him. He was just so excited they joined Dana and him. It gave him a chance to show off his boyfriend!

Jessie noticed Dana Thomas made no effort to submit to the dominance of Jase and Tyler as Alphas or even acknowledge their status in any manner. This also puzzled him but he knew it would all out at some point, either from Dana or from some other source.

"We'll walk out to the bus with you guys, okay?" Jessie offered. It really wasn't a suggestion Dana noticed; it was more of an announcement expecting no argument or refusal. He saw it as merely "sorting" him out and shrugged it off.

Most of the conversation, initiated by Jessie and augmented by Norm from the school to the bus loading zone, was light, centered on where Dana came from, how did he like the school, and so forth; nothing in depth, except Jessie's last comment to Dana as they board their bus, "Take good care of our friend, yah hear? We think he's pretty special!" and gave Norm a hug, bringing beams of prideful smiles from his face, realizing he really had new friends who liked him and accepted him for what he was; not some bully's buddy or a geek or a wimp, but just Norm Haas!

Jessie, sitting between Jase and Tyler on bus, noticed the sky beginning to scud up, giving first notice of what the weather service was predicting as a "significant snow event" beginning late Tuesday night or early the next morning. Jessie welcomed the snow since it'd really make conditions ideal for snowmobilers, snowshoe enthusiasts, and cross country skiers which in turn made good business for the Resort. Deep snow would hinder the ice fishermen, at least until some roads were plowed across the ice to where the shelters were located and where the favorite fishing areas were. Winter could be a slow time and every rental helped the bottom line. More and more resorts and motels were depending on winter sports to help pay the bills and keep them open. In fact, winter was becoming more and more of a revenue producer for Sutton's.

Dana, however, riding a separate bus with Norm and others on the route, was a little concerned about the coming storm as he listened to Norm describe what it could possibly be. Dana saw snow before in the mountainous regions and back from the coast line and some snow where he'd lived, but nothing of the proportions Norm was chattering about.

Norm's dad was already getting ready for long days and short nights of work manning the plows for the county just trying to keep his sections of county roads passable, not to mention several township roads the county contracted to maintain. If, as Norm was saying, the snow started during the night Tuesday and continued for at least two or more days, depending on how fast or slow it moved through the area, it'd be a significant snow event and close things down.

"Christmas Break is supposed to start Friday after school and go for two weeks; bet it starts before that," Norm, excited about maybe having more time with Dana, proclaimed and snuggled closer to Dana, seated next to him on the bus seat.

Andre, seated on the other side of Dana, just rolled his eyes, expressing his feelings for all of the "lovey-dovey" stuff going on. He wasn't exactly immune, however! Today, in the cafeteria, he found it difficult to keep from looking at Annette Bowers. Problem was, every time he looked toward her, she was looking at him! What was most embarrassing, was he got hard as a rock, as erect as he could be, his six inch pecker straining against his underwear and jeans. Thinking of her now, on the ride home, stiffened him again. Trying to act nonchalant, hoping no one on the bus would notice, he moved a little in the seat, feigning seeking a more comfortable position, but in reality, adjusting his cock to an upright position, pointing toward his belt, easing the strain somewhat.

Norm and Dana noticed, smiled to each other, but made no comment. They were just as hard as Andre!

Art Campbell, returning home after his visit with Dr. Thomas, listening to the updated weather forecast, decided he needed to have his meeting, sooner rather than later, with all of his Pack, including Diondre and Jessie, so fired off a text to Jason and Tyler asking if Diondre and Jessie could ride to The Pines after school on the bus for a very important meeting. Someone would make certain they'd get home since the meeting wouldn't take that long.

Jessie and Diondre normally only worked weekends during the school year so Art was assured they'd be at "The Pines" by Tyler. Jessie and Diondre checked with Jessie's dad and he gave the okay.

Except for Scott and Ted who were manning the computer building and monitoring onsite security, everyone at "The Pines," met with Art in the Great Room of the Lodge and listened attentively he retold Dr. Paul Thomas' story and warning to them concerning the dangers from a rogue or strange pack, which it may present to packs living close to the Border. Art cautioned his Pack to be alert, report anything unusual, suspicious activity, or strangers and report it as soon as it was noticed!

"Don't try to engage the situation," he warned, "but get away as soon as possible. These creatures are murderers, rapists, and thieves and I want you all safe! They may be in human form when they are scouting the area or when they approach you, seemingly not harmful, so it may be difficult to identify them, but doesn't reduce the danger!"

He especially warned the younger members of the pack were in very real danger, especially if they haven't experienced their first "shift" and exhorted the older ones to not leave the little ones unprotected!

"You have to understand," he also advised, "our women and young girls and boys are subject to rape and murder as well as you young teens!" warning those in the Averill Creek Pack and those members of his own Kabetogama Pack.

The assembled group was silent, understanding the gravity of the situation that may befall them. They'd not been under attack before, except over territorial disputes, but under the leadership of their Alpha, they'd prevailed. This, however, was something entirely different. It wasn't about territory or mates, it was just plain hate, vicious, murderous hate; killing just for the sake of killing!

"You'll notice several white wolves in the area," he explained. "Those wolves are the Thomas Family. The Grand Council has granted them special status; they're allowed to roam freely over all territories and belong to no pack but all packs. They are welcome here as friends and we will treat them as such; members of our pack and yet not!"

Franklin gave Diondre and Jessie a ride back to the Resort. Replaying and evaluating Art Campbell's words as they cruised along in Franklin's pickup truck, Jessie thought his advice and warnings were simple and direct, easily understood by all, except maybe the very young who'd understand it better when it was explained by parents or older siblings. His warning and the Pack's vigilance would remain effective until the threat was removed.

Jessie felt uneasy ever since the Peter's property fire and the discovery of a creature prowling about in human form and masked his identity with deer piss. His uneasiness wasn't based on anything in particular, except that one thing, but he certainly would be more observant from now on. Evil had been destroyed then and, if Jessie had anything to do with it, it would be again!

On a lighter note, he hoped he'd be able to see Dana Thomas' "white wolf!" He wanted to visit with him concerning Dana's intentions toward Norm Haas. He'd hate to see Norm hurt!

Paul Thomas was having a conversation similar to Art Campbell's with his own sons. Dennis would be home until after Christmas when the second semester started at the University of Minnesota-St. Paul when he would begin classes there.

"I'd hoped we left all of the death, destruction, and heartache behind," he cautioned, but until we are certain those damnable creatures exist no more and present no threat, we cannot rest and must remain vigilant, helping our fellow shifters as best we can!"

The warning given by his father was taken just as seriously now as it was after the death of their mother. Dana, for his part, was determined to let nothing interfere with his courtship of Norm Haas and protect him in every way possible, even giving his own life. If he wasn't mistaken, Jessie Sutton and the Campbell Twins as well as every member of Averill Creek Pack would be willing and able to help. The Pack had a tremendously talented, smart, and powerful member in Jessie Sutton, a leader who wasn't a leader, but possessed powers others didn't have.

Jim Sutton, Sr. had his staff preparing for a major snow event when Jessie and Diondre arrived home. They pitched in helping fill tractors, gassing up snow throwers, and snowmobiles, and ATV's. The equipment would be needed if the snow storms was as strong as predicted. Jim had suppliers schedule special trips the next day to make certain there was plenty of food and other essentials available in case they were snowed in for several days. He already had the large LP tanks topped off earlier in the day, just in case. Even in the midst of storms, winter guests expected to be warm and fed and Sutton's hadn't failed yet!

In between duties, Jessie made it a point to give Eric and Evan a call making certain they were well provisioned and would be safe.

"Even if the roads are closed, I can still get to you, okay?"

His admonition brought a smile to Eric and Evan's faces, knowing full well what Jessie meant, even if others might not!

Jessie, tired after the hard work earlier in the evening, lay in bed puzzling how Dana Thomas was able to "hear" him when he "spoke" to Jase and Tyler. Even Art Campbell couldn't do that if the members of the Averill Creek Pack decided to block him or anyone else. It'd take some serious thought and a long discussion with the new wolf from the west coast!

To be continued...

Posted: 07/26/19

Border Wolves

Something Wicked This Way Comes

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2016 by the author)

The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at...

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Chapter 9

"Mankind is composed of two sorts of men- those who love and create, and those who hate and destroy."

(Jose' Marti) 

Norm's dad woke him early the next morning; "Hey, Button, I'm going to work early! This storm's supposed to strengthen after lunch and the boss wants us to get a jump on it. I probably won't be home for a couple of days and Mom's taking an overnight bag with her, so you'll have to hold down the fort for us. School will probably let out early so call my cell when you get home, okay?"

"Okay!" mumbled Norm, half awake, rubbing his eyes.

"Love you, Button!" and with that Don Haas closed Norm's bedroom door.

Norm really didn't mind his Dad or his Mom calling him "Button." He'd had the nickname for as long as he could remember, but he certainly didn't want anyone from school knowing it. His dad often said when Norm was born "he was as cute as button and not much bigger," even if Norm didn't think so; cute that is, although, he thought, comparing himself to other boys at school and especially Dana, part of him wasn't much bigger than a large button, but Dana made him feel as if his cock and everything about him was, as Dana would say while nuzzling his neck or lips, nursing his nipples, or suckling, like a babe latched on to mother's tit, on his dick, "absolutely fucking perfect!"

It snowed all morning and by noon school officials determined it was time to call it quits and cancel school with dismissal at one o'clock. Norm's bus took about an hour longer than usual because of visibility and deepening snow clogging the roads, as it made the route delivering each student home on the way to Norm's. The bus only had one more stop on this route and it was at Dana's. Dana decided to get off with Norm, as he explained to Andre and the driver, "so Norm wouldn't be home alone."

"Right," Andre snorted with a grin, "you just want to fuck him all night!"

Dana made no response aloud, but did grin his eagerness at Andre! Dennis was home, so Andre wouldn't be alone or Dana would've gone home with him. Andre was half-right; Norm received a message from his mother informing him she wouldn't be home and to "stay inside and don't worry about moving snow until this storm is over."

She said his Dad figured the plows would be pulled from the roads around ten or so in the evening and they wouldn't go back out until sometime after four in the morning. Norm knew the drill all too well! The county maintenance shop had cots set up and meals provided for the snow plow operators in cases like this. The operators would go back out in the early morning and work all day trying either to open roads or keep the main ones open for emergency traffic.

"Think there'll be school in the morning," Dana asked as the two of them stomped snow off of their shoes, shook their coats free of the white stuff, hung them in the hall, and headed toward the kitchen. This much snow and cold was new to him; exciting, but dangerous to be out in, even for wolves!

"Don't think so," Norm responded after thinking a moment, "we'll have to listen to the radio, although Dad will call as soon as he knows and they're usually the first to find out! Guess we'll just have to den up, won't we?" he giggled at Dana and reached over, clasping Dana's crotch!

Remembering he promised to give his dad a call when he got home from school, he let go, reluctantly, and did as he promised. Assuring his dad all was well and he'd stay inside until the storm blew itself out, he almost forgot to ask if Dana could stay the night and maybe longer. With a knowing laugh, Don Haas gave his permission and said he'd let Norm's mom know.

Jessie figured, while on the bus ride home, the way the storm was developing, his dad would probably send housekeeping and most kitchen and dining room staff home so they wouldn't get caught away from their own families. There were guests at Sutton's however expecting service, so he texted his dad wondering if he wanted Jase and Tyler to work to help cover. "The Pines" was not that far away so it'd be handy for them and convenient for his dad.

Jimmy, Jessie's oldest brother responded asking him to see if any of the rest of his friends would be willing to work as well. Most worked at Sutton's on various occasions and pretty much knew the procedures and what needed to be done. Jessie did a quick check and the only one who really wanted to go home was Patrick, sitting on the bus next to Michelle Campbell, in case she needed him for anything and to help at "The Pines" if needed.

The rest were quick to agree, if their parents approved. It'd be a great chance to earn some extra cash, enjoy the indoor pool, and "work their asses off," Tyler mused. Jase cautioned not to get their hopes up, since their dad might need them at home, although he doubted it. There was plenty of help to handle the snow; besides they had no clients coming in for another couple of weeks.

Diondre and Jessie disembarked from the bus when it stopped at the end of the lane and trudged through the snow to the house. By the time they'd dropped off their school bags, hustled around to the bathroom, and walked over to the main office, Jessie had a text from Tyler saying Jason, he, Brent, Annie, Mike, Chad, Rick, and Robbie were on their way and could stay until whenever! Giving the information to Jimmy, Michael, and his Dad, Jessie watched as they began putting together a work schedule. Counting Diondre and him, there would be ten workers to help fill in.

Two of the kitchen staff, the head chef and the assistant, remained on the job while everyone else went home. This would mean everyone else would have multiple duties, including snow plowing, table waiting, housekeeping, kitchen duties, and dish washing. Michael was fairly certain he'd be able to handle the outside work, if he could get Brent to help him. The rest could be used where needed.

Jase and Tyler arrived on a snowmobile and the rest were stacked inside Brent's four-wheel drive pickup truck. Entering the office, Jim, Sr. commented,

"You made it okay, I see. Any problems?"

"Wouldn't be here in another hour if this keeps up," advised Brent. "We had some problems, but I shifted down into low gear and took it easy. Didn't dare stop though!"

Jessie and Diondre helped the crew carry their gear over to the house, with a promise to be right back for assignments. Everything was stored in Jessie's room temporarily, but they did work out the sleeping arrangements. Jase and Tyler would share Jessie's room, Annie would take a motel room, leaving Diondre's room available since he'd probably stay with Annie, for Mike and Chad, while Rick and Robbie would also take a motel room. Since Brent would probably be up half the night plowing, he'd have his own room.

Once it was all sorted out, they all trooped through the snow over to the office, leaving the worry about carrying their gear to their own rooms later. In the office, Jimmy made the assignments; during meal times, all would work the dining room and kitchen in the Birchwood. Table waiters and bussers would be Jessie, Diondre, Jason, and Tyler since they were the most experienced. When not in the dining room or kitchen, all would work housekeeping. "The Pelican Café" would be closed during the storm. The bar would remain open, at least until ten in the evening, and be manned by him. Evelyn Sutton, Jessie's mom, would handle the cash register and seating, while Christine, Jimmy's wife, would man the registration desk and office. Jim Sr. would be coordinating all activities and overall supervision.

"During such times as this," Jim Sr. announced, "we accept no tips, charge nothing for meals or rooms, keep the bar open, although guests do pay for alcohol not soda, and the pool stays open until midnight. It's not the customer's fault they can't do everything they intended, so we will try our very best to make up for it, okay?"

It was also good for business; customers tended to remember what Jim Sutton did for them and return. Although there was an immediate loss of income, he more than made up for it in return business later.

In the staff locker rooms, the Averill Creek Pack quickly sorted out uniforms that fit and changed. Diondre and Jessie's clean uniforms were stored in their lockers so they had no problems since they regularly worked "The Birchwood" on weekends and special occasions.

Jase, Tyler, Diondre, and Jessie headed to the dining room to get it set up for the evening meal, while Annie and Robbie checked in with Christine at the front desk to see what rooms were occupied so they would know which needed housekeeping service in the morning, pick up master keys, and set aside three rooms for them to use when they finished work for the day. The head chef and assistant each had a room as well. Chad, Rick, and Mike settled in the kitchen ready to help the head chef with whatever he needed done.

Dinner went amazingly well! Guests understood the situation and just went with the flow! Clean up took a little longer, but with fewer guests, everything was cleaned up and readied by ten for breakfast in the morning, leaving some time for the teens to go for a swim. Jim Sr. pulled the snowplow crew in at ten, so Brent had the opportunity to join the rest in the swim. He was advised to get some sleep, since they'd be out again as soon as it was light. A quick check of the weather forecast, according to Jim, Sr., advised everyone to stay home and off of the roads. The snow was expected to continue until Thursday, possibly ending in the afternoon or early evening!

The hard work, relaxing swim, and long day didn't seem to quell the active hormones of the young teens. Rather than return to the house, Diondre found his way to Annie's room where, shortly after crawling in bed, found him settled deeply into his favorite position. It wasn't much different among the rest of the group either; Rick and Robbie were sealed together with Rick's copious offering; Mike and Chad were equally occupied, belly to back, Mike's stiff cock buried balls deep in Chad's rear entrance, and Jessie, Jase, and Tyler, after expending themselves, temporarily, in an intensive double-fuck in Jessie's warm, moist, and accepting sheath, were now sound asleep, Jessie nestled between the two of them, comforted by their arms, legs, and warmth.

Norm fixed a supper of left-over beef roast, made into hot beef sandwiches, for Dana and him, while Dana visited with Andre over his cellphone informing him his dad came home early from the office, there'd be no school the next day and possibly on Thursday, but school officials had not yet decided. After supper, the two boys cleaned up the kitchen, settled down, bundled with a blanket, Norm resting between Dana's outstretched legs, head resting against Dana's chest, and watched a movie on television. The storm still raged as the two of them finally walked sleepily to Norm's bedroom, stripped naked, and slipped into bed. They weren't so tired, they couldn't engage in the fervent activity of loving each other!

"Never saw a snowstorm like this on the west coast," murmured Dana in Norm's ear as he slowly drew the smaller teen's back to his front, wiggled his long stiff cock until he slid between the soft, smooth butt-cheeks of his lover, found the puckered, small, moist entrance he sought, and pushed his massiveness forward until he felt his thick-mushroom head pop through Norm's anal muscle ring, and entered the tight, warm, expanding sheath!

The snow persisted throughout the night and the next day. While Jessie and his crew worked, attending to the needs of the Resorts guests, Dana and Nom spent the day enjoying each other's company, in a very close and personal way!

Norm awakened in the morning pretty much in the same position and filled as when he went to sleep. Dana's chin resting on his head, arms around him, securing Norm's small, sweet butt tight up against his crotch and attached to him by his large, thick lengthy teen cock, slowly pulling back slightly and pushing just as slowly forward, affording each of them the pleasures of a languorous dreamy coupling with much less frenzy than the other two occasions during the night, but with the same pleasurable feelings and results!

A shower together, a leisurely breakfast, a call to Norm's mom and one to his dad assuring them all was well, a call by Dana to his dad to deliver the same reassurance, and the two settled down for a day of learning!

Thursday morning the storm was showing signs of slackening and the various weather forecasters, as well as the National Weather Service, predicted it'd be pounding it's way east and out of the area before midnight. Norm's dad called him, saying all indications now there'd be no school in the morning, so vacation would be longer. Norm and Dana knew they had just one more night such as this together, since Dana would be expected at home once the road was cleared, so set about making the best of it. Before crawling into bed, Norm stood looking out of his bedroom window. Dana stepped up behind him, pulled him close, sort of stooped a little, aligning his stiff manhood with Norm's, now well stretched pucker, and entered him.

"What'cha thinking about Love," Dana asked as he sheathed himself fully, "other than how great this feels?"

Norm tipped his head back seeking Dana's warm lips, wiggled his pert butt in acceptance and pleasure.

"Wondering where the white wolf is I've seen for several nights? I hope he's okay!"

"I'm certain he is," Dana reassured, "probably snuggled up to his mate, buried knot deep in a warm, moist, accepting tunnel," and giggling, thrust some more!

Jessie hoped there wouldn't be school on Friday since it was only supposed to be a half-day and dismissed for Christmas Vacation. He was tired as well as were the rest of the crew from running double duty and shorthanded. If the main roads were open by Friday morning, the regular crew would be coming back to work and would clean up and prepare for any new guests. He breathed a sigh of relief when the evening news announced school officials decided to cancel classes altogether on Friday since there'd be a number of roads not cleared until late in the day. Days missed because of the storm would be made up at the end of the year.

Diondre and Jessie worked their usual Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday Brunch schedule. In spite of the weather, tips were excellent. They'd have a very good pay period as well with the overtime pay the storm provided. Every dime Diondre could save was important. He'd formed quite a friendship with Jerry Haven, County Deputy Sheriff, and decided he wanted a career in law enforcement. Vermillion Community College in Ely had an excellent program and he intended to enter there in the fall with Annie as his bride and mate. She'd enroll in a para-legal program there.

Monday, tired as he was, Jessie still rose early, trotted over to "The Pelican" to breakfast with Eric and Evan. It was seldom they weren't there without letting him know, especially after the debacle caused by the misunderstanding in the fall. It'd taken him a couple of nights to become accustomed to not having Jase or Tyler on either side of him, on him, or under him, tasting each one's special taste, and being pampered and loved by them. Jessie could hardly wait for the day when they could be together all of the time.

Eric and Evan were sipping their coffee when they spotted him coming across the parking lot and quickly ordered his hot chocolate. They waved him over to their table and, with a soft smile and gently kiss to each of their foreheads, Jessie greeted them and settled into a chair. After eating a couple of donuts and drinking some of his hot chocolate, having spent some time visiting about the storm and how he'd spent it (leaving out the erotic parts, mostly), Jessie lowered his voice so others might not hear, in a very serious tone, relayed Art Campbell's warnings and Dr. Thomas role in delivering it!

Eric, concern on his face, frowned every now and then, nodding his head as he listened carefully to Jessie. He interrupted several times to seek clarification concerning the rogue pack and the dangers they were presenting. Evan, on the other hand, just listened, absorbing each and every word, evaluating silently what it might mean for their friends in the Averill Creek Pack and especially Jessie!

Jessie finished and both Eric and Evan agreed Art's warnings should be taken seriously and promised to give it considerable thought themselves!

"Listen, Jessie," Eric warned, "don't you be taking any chances; keep close to Jase and Tyler. It's better not to be alone in the woods, especially if you've," looking around making certain there weren't eavesdroppers close, "you know"—and raised his eyebrows.

Jessie just grinned, knowing full well Eric meant "shifted into wolf form!"

"Not to worry Uncles," he responded, "I'm always careful!"

They hoped so, they thought as he headed back across the parking lot.

Jessie was on his way, via snowmobile, to the cabin where he'd meet up with Jase and Tyler. They wanted to clean up the drive and parking area and the entrance to the storage garage¸ using the garden tractor with the snow thrower attached. Jessie wanted to invite Norm and Dana, as well as anyone else who wanted in the Thomas Family to the cabin during Christmas Vacation. It'd be a great opportunity to invite them to use the cabin and his property as well as having the run of the Averill Creek Pack's territory, if he felt he could trust them not to abuse the privilege. However, having Norm present would limit some of their activities at the get-together such as shifting and having a run through the forests.

It took most of the morning to clean off the lane, the porch, and noticing the heavy loads of snow on the roofs, shovel them clean as well.

"If I ever have to re-roof out here," Jessie groaned, arms tired from shoveling and his legs strained from balancing on the roofs, "I'll have metal put down; snow should slide off of it."

Finished on the roofs, the boys were climbing down the ladder when a familiar state DNR pickup truck rumbled down the land and stopped in front of the cabin.

"Seen any strange or new wolf activity in the area?" mocked Jase, flipping his head in the direction of Ted Symthe, the DNR Warden, just climbing out of his truck.

"Not strange," Jessie returned quickly before Ted got any closer, "but two with record-setting, large cocks!" and all three laughed and walked toward Ted.

"Before you ask, the answer is nope!" Jessie offered in way of greeting, "Only wolves we heard or saw were local ones and not recently!"

Ted showed some mild irritation, but quickly shrugged it off, knowing full well the boys were mocking or teasing him. "Someday," he thought, "I'll be right and show them a thing or two, maybe!" He wasn't all too certain about it since Jessie Sutton was pretty "fucking smart."

"Just stopped by to check on your place, Jessie," Ted offered, "We've had some break-ins reported of seasonal or occasionally used cabins and residences, especially during periods of snowstorms. The bastards sometimes burn the places down to cover up their burglary. I know you use yours regularly, but since you're such a national figure and all after the Peter's story," referring to the various newspaper articles featuring Jessie as the young man who discovered and brought to an end the grisly kidnapping, rape, and murder of so many young men, "I thought your place just might be a likely target."

"Must be pissed because he didn't make the headlines," Jase commented.

"Too bad," retorted Tyler, "might have helped his career and promoted his ass out of here!"

"Any idea who it might be?" Jessie asked, thinking Symthe might attach the blame to local kids.

"Nope; Jerry Haven is working this case with me and he thinks it might be people from outside; maybe by thieves who are familiar with the area because of previous visits, either traveling through or vacations."

Ted paused a minute, before qualifying his position concerning the thefts and arson; "I really don't agree with him. I think it's someone or more than one person, who lives in the area and knows when the cabins and homes aren't occupied. Probably a bunch of damn kids short of money!"

"Wouldn't unplowed drives, snow on the roofs, lack of lights, or no tracks in and out, be a pretty good clue no one was home, even to an outsider?" Tyler asked, feigning innocence.

Ted harrumphed, "I doubt it, but keep your eyes open, okay?" and climbed back in his pickup truck and drove off.

"I think Jerry's right," Jase concluded as the three of them watch Ted drive down the lane and out onto the country road.

The boys put the equipment away, went inside the cabin, turned up the heat, and spent the rest of the early afternoon enjoying the most intimate of sexual pleasures, before heading home.

Jessie contacted Norm and invited him, Dana, and Andre, as well as their dad if he wished to attend, to visit. Brent could drive down and get them, if their dad, didn't want to come out, Jessie reasoned, since it would be easier for them to find the place in the future rather than driving all over the countryside trying to find the place.

A lunch of grilled burgers, chips, soda, and a couple of salads was waiting when Brent arrived with Norm, Dana, and Andre. Others from the Averill Creek Pack, curious concerning the newcomers, arrived earlier on snowmobiles and in Annie's pickup truck (driven by Diondre). There were a couple of additions however; Michele Campbell was there as a guest of Patrick Hayes and Annette Hayes who begged her brother to let her come so she could "meet the new kid!"

Jessie noticed it didn't take long for Patrick, Michele, Annette (Nettie), and Andre to form their own group, visiting as they helped themselves to the food, and then eating together. He smiled watching Andre maneuver so he could sit as close to Nettie as he could, rarely missing an opportunity to jump up and get whatever she wanted or touch her. He also noted Nettie didn't resist the advances and countered by touching him as well.

Jessie gave Norm and Dana, since it appeared Andre would be preoccupied, a tour of the cabin and showed them the aerial photograph of the combined properties, explaining how he inherited the cabin and land and purchased the adjacent Peter's property after the fire there.

Tour completed, bellies full, the group relaxed in front of the fire in the fireplace and visited. Norm sort of shuffled a bit before approaching Jessie.

"Is there someplace we can talk in private?"

Norm was embarrassed to even be asking so Jessie figured it must be pretty important, probably sexual in nature, although he couldn't imagine what questions Norm might ask considering he reeked of sex; sex with Dana and well-marked! Jessie pointed toward his bedroom and asked Norm to follow him. Once in the bedroom, Jessie closed the door, sat on the bed, and patted a spot next to him, inviting Norm to sit.

"Now, what's the trouble?"

Norm hesitated, tears coming to the surface in his eyes, "I think I'm going crazy!"

"What makes you think that?"

"I hear Dana talking to me and his lips aren't moving and he hears me even if I don't say it out loud, I think. Do normal people do that too?"

"How long have you noticed this happening?"

"Ever since Dana and I had ---- you know ---!"

"Sex?"

Face red, eyes big, Norm simply nodded his head!

"I'll bet you even know when Dana is close; probably hear him or smell him even if you can't see him, right?"

Again, Norm nodded, amazed Jessie guessed at the answer.

"I know the feeling well," Jessie continued, "I react the same way when Jase and Tyler are around me or even away from me."

"You do?"

"Yeah, but I need to ask you some questions before we go any further, okay?

Norm seemed pretty good at just nodding his head, so Jessie took this as a sign to ask away.

"Norm, do you love Dana?"

A huge smile and a vigorous nodding of the head answered Jessie's question!

"What do you love about him?"

Norm didn't hesitate as he began describing how, like a fountain spewing forth its water of life high into the air, the attention and love Dana poured over him, refreshed him, settled his sometimes restless spirit, and gentled his troubled soul! Dana was affectionate, protective, caring, and most gentle with him in all ways. Everything in Dana's life seemed to revolve around Norm, as if his whole world existed around Norm, casting an aurora of shining light about him, causing Norm to want a life with him!

"When he's with me," Norm confessed jubilantly, "I feel most complete; like I'd be lost in life without him!"

"So, you wouldn't care if he was ugly, fat, skinny, crippled, walked like a donkey, or covered in hair like a bear or wolf or slither like a snake?"

"Oh no, but he's not! Dana is handsome, strong, and taller than me; has beautiful eyes, lips, and his skin is soft, comforting. When his arms are around me, I've never felt more loved, comforted or protected!"

Jessie smiled, knowing Norm felt the same way he did when with Jase and Tyler. He then suggested since Norm and Dana are lovers, it might be as people often note, when you're around someone so much and feel so strongly about them you tend to take on their mannerisms, understand how they might think, act, or speak because of that closeness.

"I don't think so, Jessie; it's more than that! It's almost surreal or unnatural but yet natural."

Norm's mention of the "unnatural" led Jessie to engage him in the conversation he knew he needed to have with him concerning those things in life which might be considered inexplicable, but really may exist, including the supernatural, the occult, the paranormal, or in this case, mental telepathy or telepathic communication.

Norm readily accepted all of those ideas, especially the mental telepathy or telepathic communication, because as they were visiting, he'd come to the conclusion such a thing did exist; how else would he be able to "hear" Dana's inner voice? Instead of approaching it from that angle, Norm decided he needed to ask Jessie a few questions, especially those most troubling to him but also seemed to be an answer to many of his concerns and feelings of "craziness!"

"When I read Greek Mythology, like we had in Lit class and World Civilizations, I picture not only heroes and heroines, but fantastic creatures such as Centaurs, Unicorns, and flying horses. Folklore in lots of countries, even ours, tell stories of witches, warlocks, vampires, and werewolves. Do you think such creatures exist among us, but are only known by a very few?"

Norm waited patiently while Jessie considered his question and thought of an answer.

"Yes, Norm, I do and if that makes me crazy, as you think you are, then I am too!"

Norm seemed relieved, hearing Jessie's answer and emboldened him to press the issue even further!

"I often thought there must be something like that around because people wouldn't have written or thought about them. Most just don't want to believe there are such creatures, but I think there are and it's fantastic!"

"Norm," Jessie asked, strength and challenge in his voice, "do you truly love Dana Thomas or are you just playing him for a fast fuck!"

Norm, rose quickly from the bed, his eyes snapping, temper rising, knowing he'd never win in a fight with Jessie, could've cared less and tensed, his mind and body ready to fight anyone who would challenge his love for the one who he'd die for and now would be the time!

He stepped forward, but was stopped, not by Jessie but by the "voice" of Dana, saying softly, "Cool it, he's just messing with your mind, testing you so back off!"

Norm's eyes widened, his jar slacked momentarily, and asked Jessie incredulously, "Did you hear that?"

Nodding, Jessie acknowledged he did, and no, Norm was not imagining it!

Norm stood stock still, fixed to one spot in the room, eyeing Jessie carefully, before stuttering softly, "This is about my white wolf, isn't it?"

"Norm," Jessie asked quietly, "close your eyes and keep them shut until I tell you to open them!"

Jessie stepped into the hall and motioned Jase, Tyler, and Dana into the bedroom. The others in the cabin were quiet, they'd heard all of the conversation as well and were anxiously awaiting the results of this meeting. It could be either good or bad for both Norm and Dana!

Dana, seeing his love standing, his eyes closed, looking so small, so vulnerable, so afraid, but so utterly beautiful! Dana's heart ached to hold the one he loved, comfort him, and chase away all of his fears, but now, he was just as fearful; fearful of losing the one he loved. Everything was up to Norm and how Jessie handled what was to come! Fate would decide their future!

"Okay, Norm, open your eyes!" Jessie commanded.

Norm's eyes brightened, his face shone with the radiance of a thousand sunrises, and his heart leaped with joy at the sight of his tall, good-looking teen lover standing before him. Jessie took his hand to gently restrain him from moving forward!

"Not yet, Norm," Jessie advised.

"Strip, Dana!" Jessie commanded and Dana did as he was told, his clothes slowly gathering in a heap at his feet. Standing there, naked before Norm, Dana's impressively large, flaccid penis began to swell with blood, the muscles in the organ strengthening, expanding the girth, the length, sliding the foreskin back onto the shaft, revealing a large, head, with sticky pre-cum beginning to ooze from the slit!

"Now!" Jessie commanded again and Dana shifted into the large white wolf Norm saw each night standing outside his bedroom window.

The room was unearthly quiet as the transformation from teen boy to wolf occurred. Norm stood, his eyes fixated on the creature in front of him, a moment earlier had been his boyfriend, the male he was willing to expend his life for!

The white wolf slowly slipped to the floor, lay belly down, front legs out in front of him, his head resting on his front paws, eyes almost sorrowful, begging for acceptance, expecting yet expecting rejection by the one creature he would ever love, waiting for Norm to make his move, either to him or out the door in fright and terror!

Norm took one halting step forward, then another, and finally walked confidently to the large white wolf resting on the floor, knelt next to him, and tentatively reached a hand forward to first stroke and then slide his fingers though the soft fur on the wolf's head until Norm circled his arm around the creature and gasped,

"Isn't he the most beautiful creature on earth?"

With that said, Norm snuggled down next to Dana's wolf, encouraged him to roll over on his side, lifted one front leg, place it over his chest and cuddled into the soft chest fur.

"Norm," Jessie said, "you have nothing to fear from any of us, least of all the white wolf who loves you above all things, but you and Dana have much to talk about and many secrets to share; secrets that can never be shared with others, not even your parents, only your own kind, should you decide to join us! That choice is yours and yours alone to make, but once made, there is no turning back!"

To Dana, Jessie commanded, "Shift back, now!" and a very naked Dana emerged, cuddling a very happy Norm, chest to back, his chin resting on Norm's head.

Norm twisted his head, looked at Dana and said, "Amazing, absolutely amazing!"

"Come here Norm while Dana dresses," Jessie said.

He took Norm's face and head in both hands, looked deeply into Norm's eyes, and said, "Norm in a minute you're going to forget this ever happened, but you won't shy away if you and Dana decide to talk about some things you wonder about. The decision to become one of us will be yours to make, okay?"

Norm closed his eyes momentarily and when he opened them, greeted Jase, Tyler, and Dana.

"Hi, guys, I guess I didn't notice you come in!" and quickly melted into Dana's arms.

As they left, Jase, puzzled by what he saw and heard, asked Jessie, "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

Shrugging, Jessie replied, "Don't know, just seemed to be the right thing to do. First time for me though!"

The ride home from the cabin, Norm, nestled in Dana's arms, savoring the warmth and comfort of his lover, protector, and soul-mate, slumbered soundly, peacefully, and free from all thoughts of "craziness" or misgivings when it came to his love for Dana Thomas. He couldn't really explain it, but the day at Jessie's cabin and visit with him seemed to calm his restless spirit and ease the struggles in his mind! Jessie Sutton, he thought, was truly a friend and now a confidant; a person he could trust with his most intimate secrets. Sighing in his sleep, wiggling his body in an attempt to get even closer, Norm slept with the soundness and innocence of babes.

Dana, however, was wide awake, the scene in the bedroom at the cabin replaying over and over in his mind, watching Norm express his love for him with an intensity he'd not thought possible contained within his lover's smaller frame, as he cast aside all fears, walked across the room, wrapped his arms around Dana's wolf, expressing to all how beautiful a creature he was, and then crawling between the wolf's front legs, tucking his back to the warm, furry chest of the creature, surrendering himself to whatever was to happen, so trusting, so confident no harm would come to him when in the presence of the beautiful white wolf!

Dana knew the actual courtship between him as a human and as a werewolf and Norm was now just beginning and should progress slowly, slowly, introducing Norm to the wolf, spending time with him, answering questions, building trust, loving him as Dana knew he'd love no other! He also knew Norm must spend time with Jessie Sutton who proved he's not only a very handsome, intelligent, and wise werewolf, but one with extraordinary powers who was at one time human until "turned" by Jase and Tyler Campbell. Diondre was also once a human until turned by Annie. Norm needed time to visit with them, talking about their experiences, how they felt, what moved them to make the decision they made, and how they handled the secrecy with their human families. There was much for Norm to learn before he made any decision concerning his own fate, a choice once made, was irreversible.

Dana sighed, kissed Norm on the forehead, and pulled him closer to him. His dad would be there for him and for Norm, offering any advice or comfort he might need. He wondered, as Brent pulled into Norm's drive, if Norm would be a white wolf like him if and when they mated!

Jessie took Symthe's warning seriously and after Diondre and he made a quick trip to International Falls to visit a sports shop, installed, with the assistance of Jase and Tyler, two high-end and well concealed trail cameras positioned with lenses pointing in opposite directions on the lane leading to the cabin, capturing a frontal and a rear view of any intruders coming onto or leaving from the property via the lane.

A couple of weeks after classes resumed from Christmas Break, Dr. Thomas, Dennis, Andre, and Dana joined the Haas Family for a Friday fish fry at The Birchwood. Jase, Tyler, Diondre, and Jessie were all working that evening since the recent big snowfall and subsequent lighter ones, increased the winter tourist business with skiers, snowshoe enthusiasts, snowmobilers, and other outdoor sports dominating, all enjoying the fresh snow covering.

Jessie just happened to draw their table as waiter. Once they'd been seated and he arrived to take their order, he noticed something quite different about Norm as he looked at Jessie and grinned! Norm, before, during, and after Physical Education class and on the way to busses after school peppered Jessie with questions and a running, happy, commentary concerning what he and Dana did or where planning. He was concerned how Jessie adapted to life with Jase and Tyler and what his folks felt about it, although Norm was certain his parents were more than happy with his relationship with Dana.

Some of the questions Norm raised indicated to Jessie, he and Dana were beginning to discuss more than just their current relationship and courtship; perhaps some conversation dealing with the supernatural, touching on some of what happened at Jessie's cabin, buried in Norm's subconscious, although Jessie couldn't be certain! Norm did, however, carry the very strong and distinct scent of Dana all over him!

This wasn't the only change occurring during this "winter of joy for Dana and Norm, but what would be thought of as a "devastating winter" by the Averill Creek Pack and Jessie Sutton. The deep snows, created outdoor recreational opportunity for tourists and increased profits for business owners in the area, but also brought those individuals to the North Country not seeking recreation and relaxation but for more sinister, criminal activities!

The end of February, as the winter sports season and tourist season was winding down, preparing for the inevitable "mud season" within the next two months or so, late on a Saturday night, Jerry Haven called the Sutton home informing them Jessie's cabin was ablaze and would probably be completely destroyed by the time they arrived at the fire scene!

To be continued...

Posted: 07/26/19