Young Wolves Ch. 03

Cameron and Jenifer lay in each other's arms, content to caress each other softly in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Their hands tenderly explored each other now that they could touch freely.

"Cameron," she said softly. "There are a few more things I need to tell you."

"Go ahead," he said, running his fingers through her long, luxurious, black hair.

"Now that you're a werewolf, you'll need to control your arousal in public. When you're sexually excited, you release a pheromone that human women can't resist. Your pheromones will affect female werewolves too, but not to the same extent.

"You can still have sex with human girls, but you won't get any of them pregnant. You can only breed with another werewolf. Females go into heat every three months for about a week," she said. "It's the only time a werewolf can get pregnant. The heat cycles of the female members of a pack tend to sink up, so we're in heat at the same time."

"When does the next cycle start?" he asked.

"In about a month," she responded. "Trish, Beth, and I will start our cycles within a day or two of each other."

"Okay," he mentally noted the date. "Why does Tyler force sex on all of you? I thought wolves were monogamous and mated for life."

"That may be true of wolves," she answered, "but you need to understand that we're not just wolves. We're werewolves, and that means we are as much human as wolf. We feel hatred, greed, envy, lust, and every other human emotion on top of our wolf instincts."

"Love too?" he asked softly.

"Yes, love too," she said, squeezing him tight.

"What else do I need to know?" he asked.

"You have to remember to hunt only south of town. That's why you saw me on your family's land," she said.

"Why only south of town?"

"Because Tyler's father is the Alpha of a large pack in the city, and they hunt the lands north of town all the way to the city," she explained. "His father doesn't know he started his own pack. Tyler says his father and his pack will kill us all if they learn about us."

"His father doesn't live here?" he asked.

"No. Tyler and his mother live in that mansion on Oak Lane, but his father lives in the city."

"Is Tyler's mother a werewolf too?"

Jenifer nodded. "Tyler says he's pure-born, so she has to be a werewolf. I've never met her, though. She never leaves the mansion and we're not allowed to go there. I think Tyler's afraid she would tell his father if she found out about us."

"Let's say I defeat Tyler and free all of you. What's to stop Tyler from telling his father about our pack then?" he asked.

"I honestly don't know," she said with a worried look on her face.

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Cameron said in a soothing tone. "Is there any thing else?"

"Oh yes," she replied. "Don't be surprised if you only need a few hours of sleep a night. Now that your change is complete, you won't sleep much. Leaves us more time to hunt, I guess."

"Okay."

"And you have to hunt tonight because the moon will be full tomorrow."

"I almost forgot about that," Cameron nodded. "Let's figure out a plan to free the others first, then we'll hunt."

They spent the next hour plotting; taking turns throwing out ideas and discarding the ones that were too risky. They finally agreed that he would free Beth and Trish first since the girls had to be freed one at a time. If they were lucky, the loss of the girls would throw Tyler off-balance enough that he'd recklessly attack without taking the time to prepare. If Tyler decided to play it smart, Cameron would have to force a confrontation.

Satisfied with their plans, the two of them changed forms and began to hunt. Cameron had never felt such exhilaration. His blood pumped through his veins like lava, burning with the need to kill. The wind in his face as he ran naked beside Jenifer in half-wolf form thrilled him to his core. He didn't know one animal scent from another, so he followed Jenifer's lead.

She picked up the scent of a rabbit and nodded to him. He took the lead and flew through the forest, the scent burning in his nostrils. He closed in and caught sight of the rabbit. Realizing the danger, the small animal darted into the underbrush, forcing Cameron to crash through the shrubs hot on its tail. The rabbit changed direction impossibly fast as he closed in. He muttered a curse when his momentum carried him past the nimble-footed animal.

He scrabbled to a stop and then resumed the chase. This time he was ready when the rabbit tried the same trick. His clawed hand shot out with supernatural speed and snatched the rabbit as he thundered past. When his teeth closed on the rabbit and he felt its lifeblood flowing into his mouth, he felt more alive than he ever had before.

Cameron kissed Jenifer tenderly after they dressed and said their goodbyes. He got home with enough time to catch a few hours' sleep, but spent an hour staring at the ceiling, thinking of everything that could go wrong with their plan to confront Tyler. Even if by some miracle everything went perfectly, he still might have to face Tyler's father and his pack. He finally slipped into a troubled sleep.

* * * *

Cameron and Jenifer ignored each other at school the next day, putting the first steps of their plan into action. He chatted with Sarah, and Jenifer stayed with Tyler's group. At lunch, in the cafeteria, their eyes met across the student-filled room. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

'Good,' he thought. She had managed to convince Tyler to let Beth and Trish go to her house that night instead of hanging with the boys. So far so good.

He had no classes with Tyler, John, or Allen, but had fifth period English IV with Jenifer. The day had been going smoothly until she came into class wearing a miniskirt that did nothing to hide her sumptuous legs, and a sleeveless low-cut shirt that only accentuated the loveliness of her ample breasts. She had pulled her long black hair into a ponytail and her wonderful scent wafted its way to him through the crowded classroom.

His nose was soon focused on the unique and delicious fragrance that was Jen and Jen alone. He kept slipping glances at her, remembering how just a few hours ago he had held those breasts in his hands and buried his cock deep inside her. His cock began to harden in his jeans, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

He was jolted from his less than pure thoughts when Leanne, the girl sitting on his left, slipped a folded piece of paper onto the edge of his desk. He was startled to see a phone number and the words "Call me" scribbled on the note. He looked at her and she winked at him seductively.

He felt something touch his shoulder and turned to his right. Missy Evans was leaning over her desk with her dainty hand resting on him. "Cameron, I think need some help with our English homework. Will you come over and help me after school?" she asked, shooting Leanne a hate-filled look.

"Pay attention, people," Mr. Hartford said loudly before resuming his lecture on subject-verb agreement.

Cameron glanced at Jenifer. She mouthed, "Control yourself."

It took a supreme effort with Jenifer's scent still lingering in the air, but he managed to suppress his arousal and got through the sixth and seventh periods incident free.

He gave Sarah a ride home after school. She stared out the passenger window of his Impala without speaking. Ordinarily, he'd be feeling horny just being with her, but something was clearly bothering her, and concern kept his arousal at bay. She remained silent all the way to her house. He pulled into her driveway and threw the classic car into park.

"What's wrong, Sarah?" he asked, taking her hand in his.

"Something weird happened in last hour Chemistry," she said, pulling her hand away.

"What was it, baby?" he asked, wondering what it could be.

"Missy Evans and Leanne Spencer got into a fight in the middle of class," she answered.

"Why?" he asked with feigned ignorance.

"You tell me," she said.

"How would I know?" he asked.

"They were fighting over you." she accused. She flung open his car door and ran crying into her house.

His heart lurched in his chest as he watched her disappear through her front door. Guilt over what happened with Jenifer slammed into him. He didn't feel guilty about freeing her from Tyler's grasp. He felt guilty about how much he enjoyed making love to Jenifer, and the realization that he wanted to do it again and again.

He felt like he was being ripped apart. He loved Sarah, and wanted to be her lover as well. While she wasn't technically as pretty as Jenifer was, she was still beautiful in his view. She had shown him that he didn't have to be a total loner, and that there was someone out there that would love him just the way he was. He couldn't lose her.

He got out of his car and went to the front door. Sarah's mother answered his knock.

"Hello Mrs. Clarke," he said. "Can I speak to Sarah?"

"She doesn't want to see you right now, Cameron," she said with a disapproving frown.

"But I don't know what I did wrong," he said desperately.

Her expression softened. "These things happen sometimes. Just give her some time. I'm sure you two will work things out."

* * * *

Beth and Trish followed Jenifer into her bedroom. They looked surprised when Jenifer locked her bedroom door and looked up and down the street through her window. She closed the pink frilly curtains and turned to her friends.

"Alright, Jen. What is this all about?" Trish asked suspiciously, "Why did you ask us to lie to Tyler and tell him we needed to come here to plan a special surprise for him?"

"And it is a lie, because I ain't doing shit for that son of a bitch," Beth chimed in.

"It will be a surprise. Just not the kind he's hoping for," Jenifer said with a smile plastered on her face.

"What are you smiling about?" Beth demanded.

"I'm free!" Jenifer gushed.

"What do you mean you're free?" Trish asked, confused.

"I mean I'm free. No more Tyler. I have a new Alpha now and he's wonderful!" she beamed at them.

"What the hell? How?" Trish asked, dumbstruck.

"When?" Beth asked.

"Who?" Trish demanded.

Jenifer beamed triumphantly at her friends as they fired questions at her. "Cameron Reed," she said.

"Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked, astonished.

"That loner who hangs with Sarah Clarke?" Trish asked. "You better start at the beginning and don't leave anything out."

Over the next half hour, Jenifer told them everything. She told them about accidentally biting him. She told them about what she felt through the bond at the lake house and discovering he was an Alpha. She told them how he had promised to help them all, and finally, she told them how he had made love to her in the moonlight.

"Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked again.

"You've already said that," Jenifer said patiently.

"And he fucked you?" Beth said incredulously.

"He didn't just fuck me," Jenifer said. "He rocked my world, and he will yours too if you want him to."

"What do you mean, if I want him to?" Beth asked, cocking her head.

"He's gentle, Beth. He won't force anyone," she said. "He was horrified when he found out he would have to force himself on me the first time. He is nothing like Tyler. Cameron is gentle, but so strong and male at the same time. Even his scent will make you wet between the legs, and when he slips his big dick in you, you will know what heaven feels like."

"He's got a big stick?" Beth asked disbelievingly.

"Big, but not freaky big," Jenifer replied, "You will be stuffed full, trust me."

"Jen, I hate to burst your bubble," Beth continued. "But Cameron isn't big enough to whip Tyler in a fight."

"I was worried about that too, but Cameron doesn't even seem concerned," Jenifer said. "There is just something about him that makes me believe in him. He can do it, I know he can."

Trish had been sitting on the edge of Jenifer's bed. Her hands were in her lap. She stared off as if looking into a great nothingness. When she spoke, it was quiet and sounded as if she was afraid to hope. "Do you think he would let me be with Allen?" she looked up at Jennifer, tears falling from her green eyes.

"Oh Trish," Jenifer said, kneeling in front of her friend. "I know he will."

Trish began to sob, and Jenifer gathered her friend into her arms, her eyes meeting Beth's.

"Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked.

* * * *

Cameron cruised around town for a while, trying to figure out a way to patch things up with Sarah. He wondered if he should just tell her the truth. Would she accept him as a werewolf and love him anyway, or would she think he'd become a monster? Would she accept his relationship with his female pack mates, and the way human women reacted to him? Would she want to become a werewolf too?

There were no easy answers.

"Who died and made you God's gift to women?" Camille demanded when he got home.

"What are you talking about Camille?" he asked wearily. "I'm not in the mood for games."

"I'll tell you what I'm talking about," she said. "You know I'm an office aid last hour at school. Well, they dragged Missy Evans and Leanne Spencer into the office kicking and screaming at each other about which one the great Cameron Reed liked more. Just what did you do?"

"Camille, those are popular girls. I've hardly spoken three words to them all year," he said.

"They were both suspended for two weeks. When Missy's parents took her home she was screaming 'Cameron needs me' all the way out the front doors," she said in disbelief.

"I don't know why they're acting like that," he lied.

"And guess what else? The phone has been ringing off the hook," she said. "Five girls called to ask me if you have a girlfriend, and ten more called to ask why you're hot stuff all of a sudden."

"Sis, will you do me a giant favor?" he asked.

"Only if you ask real nice little brother, and depending on what it is, of course," she replied.

"Little brother? What are you, like two minutes older than me?" he asked with a laugh.

"That's beside the point. Now, what's this favor?"

"Will you keep screening the calls?" he asked. "I only want to talk if it's Sarah or Jenifer Myers."

"Jenifer Myers?" she asked. "That reminds me, she asked for our phone number last Friday. What is going on with you two?"

"Nothing," he lied again. "We're just friends."

"You're suddenly friends with the head cheerleader?" Camille asked suspiciously. "Jenifer and her friends make Missy and Leanne seem like lepers in the popularity ranks, and now you're her friend and she's calling you at home."

"Sis, please?" he pleaded.

"Alright, alright, I'll help you out. Just this time!" she said, "But I know something fishy is going on with you, and I mean to find out what it is."

"Thanks, Camille," he said.

He heard the phone ring as he trudged upstairs. He hung out in his room for a while and played some video games. He grew bored with killing aliens and decided to take a shower. When he got out of the shower, his sister was waiting.

"Jenifer called while you were in the bathroom," she said, staring at him with an arched eyebrow.

"What did she say?" He asked impatiently.

"Don't get snippy," she replied. "She said tell Cameron same time, same place. What the hell is going on, Cam?"

"Sis, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," she said.

"Fine," he responded with a sigh of resignation. "Jenifer turned me into a werewolf. Now I have to save her, a few other cheerleaders, and a few members of the football team from an evil werewolf who also happens to be our quarterback and state champion wrestler."

She stared at him, mouth agape. "If you don't want to tell me what's going on, fine, but don't ask me for any more favors." She turned on her heels, stomped to her room, and slammed the door.

"What was that all about?" his mom asked from behind him.

"Nothing," he responded, hoping she hadn't been standing there long.

"Cameron, why aren't you wearing your glasses?" she asked.

The question caught him completely off guard. He had no explanation, and no lie prepared either.

"Uh, just didn't feel like wearing them," he said lamely.

His mother looked at him worriedly, "Cam, honey, you know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

"Jesus, mom," he said, "I just went through this with Camille. There is nothing going on with me."

"Cameron Charles Reed! Do you think I'm stupid?" Her tone changed from conciliatory to stern. "You think I can't tell when something is going on with my own son? You're taller and put on a lot of muscle. And now you can see without your glasses."

"Mom, I don't think you're stupid," he said defensively.

"You're using steroids, aren't you?" she asked, almost sobbing.

He laughed and pulled his mother into a hug.

"Oh Mom, you know me better than that," he said, and she sagged against him in relief. "Mom, I have been going through some changes. I'm not going to lie to you about that. But I promise you it has nothing to do with steroids or drugs of any kind. Okay?"

"Then what is it?"

"Mom I've never asked you this before, but I just need you to trust that I would never do anything to hurt you or Camille. Can you do that?" he asked.

"I've always trusted you, but it's hard for me to let it go when my gut tells me that you're in trouble," she said.

"Just give me some time to figure this out. Please, Mom?" he pleaded. "Please?"

"Alright, son," she said after a long, searching look at his face. "Just don't take too long."

* * * *

Cameron was nervous. He paced back and forth along the bank of the creek as he waited for the girls to appear. He'd been a virgin four days ago, and now he was expected to fuck two girls in one night, maybe three if Jenifer got in on the action. He was more than a little concerned that he wouldn't be able to satisfy more than one girl at a time.

There wasn't so much as a breeze rustling the leaves, so he heard them coming before he smelled them. His heart picked up its pace as the girls appeared through the trees. He had to admit they were stunning. Though all three were gorgeous, their appearances differed greatly.

Jenifer had black hair and brilliant blue eyes, while Trish had long, auburn-red curls that reached the middle of her back, the rich color complementing her captivating green eyes perfectly. Beth had straight, silky-blonde hair that brushed the top of her ass, with bangs cut strait across her forehead and eyes a lighter, though no less pretty, shade of blue.

Their bodies differed as well. Trish was around five feet eight inches tall, thin and athletic with small to medium breasts. The proverbial handful, they sat high on her chest with a perkiness that defied gravity. Beth, on the other hand, might have been five feet tall with breasts that looked rather large on her diminutive frame. Jenifer was the middle ground between them and more spectacular for it.

Awkward silence descended between Cameron and the group of girls. Cameron shuffled his feet nervously as the girls eyed him up and down. He couldn't tell if they looked nervous or terrified. Almost simultaneously, the girls lowered their heads to him, acknowledging his Alpha status.

"Cam, you know Trish and Beth from school," Jenifer broke the tense silence.

"Hi," he managed to croak out.

"Hi," Trish said back with a cute little wave.

Beth just stared at him with an unreadable expression.

Cameron cleared his throat. "I assume Jen has told you our plan, but there is something I want to say before we go any farther."

"Go ahead, Cameron," Jenifer encouraged.

He took a deep breath. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I won't force anyone. If you're happier staying with Tyler, so be it," he said. "If you decide you want to join me and Jen, I will break Tyler's hold on you and then stop. Trish, I know you love Allen and you can be with him as soon as I defeat Tyler. I want you both to understand that you have no sexual obligation to me whatsoever. Not now and not as a member of my pack."