A Full Moon Ch. 04

"Why?" asked the first guy to step forward. He was more lean than I was, and smaller, but he would keep me on my toes for speed and agility.

"Cause once I get him in a grapple it leads to something more." Patrick began panting like he was in a rut and I was in heat. "Down boy, save it for later."

Turns out I was capable of taking each one on, even Gene, when it came to brute strength and some actual wrestling moves, although there were a few times I swear Gene would have been able to take me down with cunning only gotten through age and experience, but he did not use all of it. I was fast, agile, and they all seemed to think I would be stronger and faster as I grew into my Lycanthropy. My nose was not as good as some, but it was average, although my eye sight was exceptional and my hearing more so. In a bipedal run I was awkward and slow, but quad I was better than most. I was a strange being to them as I was something like a cross between a Lupus and a Lunais. I would give those purist Lupus a run for their money in strength and speed on all fours and the Lunais a challenge in cunning. I had their strengths and a few of their weaknesses. I could not be as quiet as they could since I was new. My paws were bigger than the average Lunais so I could not manipulate objects as well, but those huge paws made for bigger and stronger hits. I did not really fit fully into the Lunais mold so they did not try. I was like Patrick; something close but not quite. The only thing I could do much better than all of them was howl. I had more depth and volume, more inflection than they did. It seemed to come naturally. What I said in the howl was nothing but baby talk as I did not know the language yet, but even actual wolves took up a chorus with me from miles away.

I had just finished a long howl when I realized all was silent again. Had I fucked up? I looked around and saw a lone wolf the size of a Volkswagen come walking quietly into the clearing and I saw them all get on their bellies in respect and awe. I tilted my head in question until the firelight caught those merry blue eyes. "Mr. Andrews, nice to see you again. Or should I do as they do?" He yipped a happy bark and I laughed. I could make out the inflections well enough so I bowed at the waist, as sign of respect without the groveling.

"Have you no respect for a leader?" an older male asked.

"I have much respect for Mr. Andrews, but I do not serve him." Everyone looked to be getting ready to attack me for blasphemy. "If he were Lunais I would shake his hand as I did when I met him. We aren't Lupus," I said as the only Lupus came and sat by the fire, "so showing underbelly is not how I see us. We are still thinking beings and as such there is no need for it. We are not even his kind and he knows that. We are in this pack by choice and birth, not law, but they treat you, and me once they realize it, like second class citizens. You know this and so does Mr. Andrews. Man or wolf, he knows we are different." He nodded his head. There was some spark in him that remained aware of what I was saying and though he could not speak he could respond in kind. I turned to the Lupus. "Angus may try and treat you like you are beneath him and I think physically I would not even be a match for him. He wants you to conform to his view of what the pack should be. In the war he would be called a Nazi." That shocked more than a few. "I'm not calling for a revolution or anything like that, pack is too ingrained in you to even consider it, but think people. We are different. Would you ever think of rising up against this Lupus here?" There were many negations and some of them loudly. "I knew that because man or wolf, Lunais or Lupus, there sits a being of respect, integrity, and decent moral values who deserves all the kowtowing but never asked for it. Would you ask a thinking being to degrade themselves by this?" I gestured to a few still prostrate. He shook his head after such a long sentence went through his mind. "To you Mr. Andrews, I give respect as a man who deserves it because he knows to get it you must give it." I bowed at the waist again and just to show them I was serious I went all the way for a brief moment and came right back up to look directly in his eyes. For an answer he came over and I knelt to put my muzzle at the same level as his. Our eyes were locked and I knew they were expecting him to accept the wolf challenge, but he only licked my nose and I gave him a hug. "Strange to not pet such a beautiful beast." Mr. Andrews yipped and went chasing after a few of the kids who knew him very well.

I stood and Patrick took my hand. "You understand him far better than most."

"He's a lot like my own Dad. I know their type and how they think. Not magic, just practice. Does Angus expect all this groveling?" I asked. Patrick nodded. "Then he'll most likely get mad at me cause I refuse. Respect is given where it is returned."

"Be careful of him, Jon. He is not a Lycan to cross."

"I know it, but I will not be subservient to him. You, sure," I said while nuzzling the side of his shaggy neck, "but no one else. But right now I'm feeling dominant." I took his hand and led him away from the fire, away from the party, and away from all those eyes. As soon as we got into the trees I grinned at him. "Catch me if you can." I went running full speed through the trees, sometimes misjudging the space and having to twist quickly to get out of the way and once taking out a low branch that was in my way. Patrick was actually having a problem keeping up with me on all fours until we came to a stream, then he leaped and caught me around the waist with a playful snarl.

"Caught ya," he said in triumph until he realized I had reversed and had him on his hands and knees. "Or not." I bit into his shoulder which made him howl that turned into a yip. "The scent getting to you?" I showed him how much by using my tongue on that hole in the back. He dropped his front half to give me better access and I lapped at the pucker with more energy than I ever had eaten out a pussy. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak, he just growled and whined, bearing back to get more pressure from my tongue. I was drooling so heavily there was gallons of saliva all over that hole and the inside of his thighs. "Please..." was all he could get out and I plunged my dong into that hole. He had once asked me to fuck him like a bitch in heat so I did. I put all my weight behind each thrust and he had to really dig into the turf in front of him or be slammed forward with each piston pound. My senses were alive more than ever and I could tell he was so turned on I could make him orgasm without touching him and he was in no position to touch himself. His smell was driving me insane and I knew I had to stop.

I pulled out, panting. "Patrick?" I asked and he looked back. I leaned back over him and whispered, "Take me." His eyes widened and I nodded. I wanted to know him, to give him something he had never had. "Now," I growled. I got on all fours and he slid that talented tongue across my own virgin ass. "Oh fuck me. Dude, that is fucking awesome." He was gentle and caring even as he dug his nails into my thighs and flipped me onto my back. My knees came up to my shoulders without him even asking or putting them there and he dove back down to really eat my ass. I grabbed his head and pushed him down for more pressure. God no wonder the ladies went wild when I was down there! It was by far the best feeling ever, even better than his tongue on my dong and that was the best head ever in the history if all head. I wondered if it was normal to be so focused on a part of your body that your brain shuts off the other senses cause I swear I could not hear, see, smell, or taste anything. All I could feel was his tongue teasing my tight tush and testicles.

My claws were digging deep into the turf, tearing out tufts of grass. I couldn't believe how awesome this felt and I was totally involved. Then he stopped and my senses came slamming back on and I gasped. "Jon, do you realize you just turned a rock to powder?" I looked at my claw and sure enough there was powdered granite and gravel in the pads. I just stared at it and then brushed it off and grabbed the ruff of his neck and pulled him atop me, the head of his dick pressing against the hole. "Eager?"

"Well duh!" He pressed forward gently. There was so much tension in his posture, fear of hurting me and anxiety about not being any good. I could smell that, that fear of being inadequate. It was so sweet but I was not going for this slow business. I knew what I had to do to take it without much pain. I relaxed as much as I could and then wrapped my legs around his waist. I locked eyes with him and gave him a grin before I squeezed my legs to push him in all the way. It hurt, god it hurt, but there was something in that pain that I found was so nice that I knew that I'd bottom for him more than tonight. A low growl escaped and he looked into my eyes to make sure I was okay. "I'm yours." The love I saw bloom in his eyes opened my heart in a way I cannot describe.

"Tell me if you want..." I shut him up with a lick to his nose.

"What I want is for you to live out whatever fantasies you got. Make this a night for firsts."

There was a moment when I thought he would just stay there staring down at me, but he pulled out with an evil grin. "Run," he said and licked his chops.

"Mmm feisty!" I waited for a moment to let my body tense up again. Then I rolled backwards and came to my feet, leaping over him and running full speed on all fours. I felt him wait for a second and then the chase was on. I showed him he would have to really work to catch me. He'd already had a taste of what I would feel like when he claimed me, but I was not going to let him feast without the hunt first. I paid no attention to where he was just like no prey would. It was not a real hunt, I was not afraid at all and there would be no fear smell, but the chase was what he wanted.

I leaped over a boulder and then waited for him to clear it thinking I would still be running on, and he did go a great distance before he realized he had been duped, but by then I was already back over the boulder and running along our original route. I heard him swear and go sniffing of my trail. He must have found it quickly because he was back behind me. I cut into the trees again and went up into one to leap to the next. I knew dogs pretty well and wolves were just wild dogs. Treeing prey drove them wild. Sitting up there I saw him smiling at me. When he did a standing leap to get thirty feet in the air I leaped just out of his reach, giving him a scratch on the way as I landed and sped off again. He knew the terrain though and was trying to herd me to a specific spot but I was not having any of that. I had an idea and slipped as I tried to turn too fast and he almost had me. I felt his hot breath as he pounced, but he missed since I was out of control myself. Scrambling on the early fallen leaves, I got up and ran again. I was surprised I was not even breathing hard when we had easily covered a mile or more in our little romp.

The smell of fire caught my attention and I skid to a halt because it was not our fire, not the Lunais fire. Patrick though he had me when he saw my posture and stopped himself. I sniffed, trying to sift though the unfamiliar scents the smoke masked. "Three men, two women, and a young male close to the age of puberty," he said and I began to sift through it catalog the differences of general age and sex. The same breeze that brought the scent brought snippets of conversation and guitar music. They were camping for the last time before the snows came. "We should go before they see and tell the others they are here." I nodded, thoughts of sex gone from my brain.

I caught movement to our left and pointed to it. Or rather them. Four Lupus, no wolf was that large, were stalking closer, mostly hidden except where the moon peeked through the trees. Patrick's eyes widened. I knew what he was thinking. These Lupus were hunting the humans and it was not for sport. "Are they high ranking in the pack?" I breathed into his ear. He shook his head. "Then they won't be missed."

"Are you crazy? Four on two is not an even fight. Hell four of us on two of them is hardly even...in their favor." I started forward anyway. He grabbed my arm and I looked at him like he was insane.

"Should I let them die? You told me that only one out of every one hundred can be infected, the rest die. Infection or food, those humans will die if we don't do something." He nodded. "You go get your father and fast. He should awe them into submission." Patrick ran. With him out of the way I could concentrate on how to keep these wolves from eating.

I stalked close to see if I knew any of them by smell and of course I did not. I knew none of the Lupus by smell. But I was closer. I could tell all were males and that the smallest one weighed as much as I did which meant I was in for a world of hurt. I was close enough to smell their anticipation and knew they would attack soon. Please get here soon, Patrick. Then they attacked. I let out a blood curdling howl to get some sort of warning not only to the humans but to the Lunais. They knew my voice, the Lupus did not. Yet they did not halt. I could see one of the men raise his rifle and squeeze off a shot that pegged the lead Lupus between the eyes which dropped him, but there were three others. "Run Dylan" cried one of the women and the boy ran for the nearest tree, but the smallest Lupus veered to catch him. Oh hell no! I dashed forward, hoping I was faster than the wolf who looked to be enjoying his own game of the hunt. He was in no hurry since his prey was only on two legs.

My heart was thundering in my ears as I heard the men and women screaming in agony, making a macabre dissonance that spurred me on. I swooped in, grabbing the boy in my arm as the Lupus snapped to bring him down, and swiped at the tender snout of the beast. It yelped it shock and pain and that was enough time for me to get the boy out of its reach. The boy was screaming in my ear and kicking to get away. I leaped up into the tallest tree I could and set the boy there. "Stay here, kid," I said gruffly and jumped back down. When I landed atop the Lycan he yelped again, but my advantage of speed was gone. I had agility but he had power and years of hunting while I had hours. I attacked with every ounce of fury I felt, my claws slashing and teeth biting, but I did not know how to fight as a wolf. I did know how to tussle with dogs, but that was mock battle. This...this was real. I doubt we could kill each other in the time it took for the other three to finish off the people so it was a race to incapacitate or our backups getting here. When he tripped me with a rush I rolled to protect my underbelly but he was on me with a vice grip bite on the back of my neck. I howled out in pain, raking my claws along his jaw and eye, but he just flung me against the tree, a small branch stabbing into my right shoulder. The impact shook the tree alarmingly and shook me even more. I was too young for this, too new to deal with even one small Lupus. I staggered to my feet and shook my head to clear away the stars.

He leaped again, but I was not done yet. I grabbed his front paws in my own and and swung him around, bashing him against the tree I just hit. There was a satisfying yelp and I used the springing momentum of his body recoiling back to a natural position to reverse the swing and throw him into a massive boulder. There was an ear grinding howl that almost covered up the sound of cracking bones and stone. The kid above me screamed which distracted me. I looked up to see if any had managed to climb up after him, but no, he looked fine. That distraction cost me as the Lupus came back faster than I thought it could and slammed me to the turf. My head hit a rock and I know I blacked out for a moment but I was doing my best to keep this thing from getting a death grip around my throat. His hind legs were raking across my underbelly and I could feel it more keenly with each passing moment. My vision, once perfect even in this light, was growing dim from blood loss.

Then the beast was off me and limping away. I felt my head being cradled by Lunais hands that were not Patrick's but I could not see well enough to know who it was and was not thinking clearly to interpret the scent. "Kid...in the tree," I gasped out.

"He's safe," came the soft reassuring words of Betty. I nodded and winced when she began applying something to stop the bleeding in my gut. "I'm surprised you're alive not to mention conscious."

"Almost wasn't. Is pack leader..." She placed a finger on my muzzle to silence me and I did as I was bade. Like I wanted to talk when all I wanted to do then was sleep. I could barely make out a soft growling conversation going on and I knew that not only was Mr. Andrews here, the entire Lunais pack was around. No sane Lupus, beast or not, would take on the former leader and over a hundred Lunais. I was safe and I hoped the kid was too. My wound was healing quicker than I thought, but then it was a full moon and we were strongest under the gaze of the full moon.

Still wobbly I got to my feet with Patrick's help and saw the four Lycan were muzzled and leashed by no less than four Lunais apiece. I thought it fitting until I realized I knew three of these Lunais. The Hunters from the woods. "You should be resting," my love said without much in the way of closeness. It looked like they were playing this cool so I would to.

"I should, but I shall not until these four pay for their crimes against pack law. And when the child is safe." I looked up to see the kid staring in awed and rapt attention. "Honored Leader, it is your decision their punishment but may I ask that you take them now so I can retrieve the boy?" Mr. Andrews looked at me sideways as the sentence sunk in and then nodded. I bowed low and the four Lupus were led away. The Lunais followed but Patrick stayed to act as guard. "Are you okay little dude?" I asked and he shrank back. I sighed. "Think I'm well enough to get up there?"

"You should be in bed, but I have a feeling you're going to ignore me so I will stay here to catch you if you fall." He licked my nose and I returned it.

I took my time getting up there and found the kid huddled as far from me as he could get. I straddled the branch and just looked at him as I took in the scent of fear and denial of what had happened. I could understand everything he was feeling as it all seemed unreal to me too. His eyes refused to leave me as I licked at the wounds on my underbelly, speeding up the healing process even more. Then something bit me and I scratched it with my claw...my hind one. The boy sat up a bit more and looked at me closer. "Yeah, good looking aren't I?" He just stared. "I could get you out of the tree. As you can see the big bad wolves are gone and only us nice ones are still here to make sure you're safe." Ever have a one sided conversation? They're bogus and I hate them. "My name is Jon. What is yours?" I waited, tilting my head this way and that. Another sigh escaped my mouth. "Well?" I asked again.

"Is my mom..." I did not answer. I looked to Patrick and he ran off in the direction of the boy's parents and came back only a moment later with his head hung low.

"I'm sorry, little dude." I saw his lip quiver and then he steeled something inside himself and I smelled nothing from him then. No fear, no sorrow, no anger...just sweat, urine and some blood where he had scraped his leg earlier that day. "Do you want to get down?" He nodded, not caring anymore to be afraid of me. I slowly and gently wrapped my arm around him and fell sideways off the branch, twisting in the air to land on my feet. I set him down and took two steps back, sitting down to be less frightening. Patrick sat beside me and laid his head on my shoulder. "Do we have access to a phone, Patrick?" He nodded. "Call the cops and tell the Lunais to vamoose." He nodded and stood up to walk away.