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T hank you to everyone for reading. Enjoy DW * The next morning dawned much too quickly and I stretched out waking up. I sensed a familiar presence before I opened my eyes. It wasn't a surprise to see Joel l eaning on the desk when I did. "Your scent is back," I told him groggily. Joel came to lay beside me on the tiny bed and then pulled me to straddle him. "All the spells are worn off," he told me. "The girls are awake, Anthony is awak e, and Lucas' wound finally stopped enlarging." I was wide awake all of the sudden. "What do you mean about Lucas?" "Nate said you all saw him about an hour after the attack. The wound continued t o enlarge until he went to see the healer late last night. Most of the muscle of his shoulder and front leg is still exposed." "Oh, no Joel, I didn't know. I'm so sorry. I should have insisted he see the hea ler right away," I moaned dropping my face onto his chest. "There's no reason to be sorry, love. The healer couldn't do anything either. Th e wound just grew and grew. Finally it stopped. We were just lucky he wasn't hit with a larger or more direct dose," Joel soothed. "How did he even know to get out of the way? I thought these spells never affect ed anybody?" I mused. "Once again," Joel sighed, "I do owe you a debt of gratitude for not listening t o me. I told everyone what that spell did when it hit Anthony. They were all ver y cautious during the attack. No one wanted to be knocked out like that. If Luca s had been hit with a larger dose or more directly there is no telling what coul d have happened." That made me feel better about being so stubborn. Something good did come out of it. "Are you going to let them out?" I asked referring to the pack in the secure roo m. "Already have," he told me. "The shipyard would be a ghost town if we left it to the few humans I hire." I got up and we went upstairs to bathe and change. It was hard for me not to not ice all the new cameras. They were unobtrusive, but they were everywhere inside the den. "Nobody is sneaking up on us again," Joel told me as we walked through the hallw ays. I'd never seen an attack like the night before. Now the security meetings were a lot more interesting. I started to pay more attention and started to get the ha ng of how it worked.

Emily noted my increased interest and started looking for interesting articles o n the topic for me. Neither Emily nor I was particularly well versed in the subj ect, but she made it her mission I be prepared. I encouraged the initiative and was rewarded with something new to read every day. Our studies soon said the same thing Joel already thought, security in the woods was going to be tricky. Joel and I finally settled for clearing them away by an other fifty yards in every direction. We toyed with several ideas and eventually settled on a round the clock guard to video surveil them. It wasn't like we lac ked the manpower, that was for sure. The only problem with the eyes in the sky watching the perimeter was the rest of the pack. It became a game to see who could distract them while someone else pl ayed a prank. Usually the pranksters just pointed out where the security team wa sn't watching. I thought Joel would be angry when he found out what they were doing. "Angry?" he asked me. "Hardly, they've made their point and my security has heed ed the warning. Their game, as of yet, is not disruptive and it keeps the detail on its toes." Joel continued to update security at the den. He even went so far as to make the windows bullet resistant. His main concern seemed to be places where the pack C ouncil went together. Joel didn't want his most valued advisors left exposed whe n they were in a group. "For too long we have depended on our native strength. There are weapons now tha t could do us serious bodily harm. Who knows what is coming next," he said and I agreed with him. With everything going on at home it was easy to miss what was going on in the re st of the world. With all the extra security, I felt like we were protected from whatever was happening. Other packs weren't as lucky. The calls started as a trickle at first and then they became daily. At first it was mostly reports of rogue attacks. Later, it became thefts and break ins on pa ck property. None of it seemed to have any strategic link. The wolves just seeme d bombarded from all sides. Those simple breaches of security didn't really concern the wolves too much. The rogue attacks were common, in their own way. It was just an upsurge. At first e veryone just assumed the thefts were perpetrated by witches. That was bothersome , but not dangerous. Overall, they seemed to consider it a containable threat. The wolves didn't galvanize until later. A pack out west had a human business ri val steal valuable trade secrets from deep within the den and their patience was at an end. Involving the humans was dangerous territory. "The pack doesn't know who took the information and whoever it is knows too much ," Joel ranted to me. "Our secret is at stake, our very future is at stake." It wasn't just that in danger, though. Our lives were at stake As I watched Lucas slowly heal from his injury, I was positive the menace could get much worse. Lucas took weeks to improve, which was unusual for a wolf. I shu ddered when I thought about what that spell could do. If it could be 'weaponized ' it could tear the packs apart. Evidently I wasn't the only one to see promise in that evil design.

Joel got a call from an Alpha Samuel Devoe early one morning. The spell that had glanced off of Lucas had hit several of his highest ranking Betas directly and insignificant quantity. The wolves suffered hours of agony as their bodies were dissolved by the tonic. One wolf died when it destroyed his heart. "Those spells can kill a were wolf?" I asked Joel stunned. I didn't really realize much could kill us, besides another wolf. It was hard to process. "Removing the head from the body or destroying the brain can kill a wolf. Enough injury to the heart can also kill," Joel told me. I paced inside our bedroom and Joel sat on the bed staring out over the forest. "Why would someone do that?" I asked Joel finally. "Rank," Joel said. "Samuel said his Betas were on a regular training run. One of them had circled around to try a blitz attack on his buddies, just for fun. He saw the witches as his friends rounded a sharp curve in the mountain trail. The spell poured down out of the trees and the witches shouted the incantation as th ey sped off on all terrain vehicles." "The only wolf left made a choice and followed the witches. He called in reinfor cements and the pack's trackers caught up to the witches as they left Samuel's t erritory." Joel started to pace as I sat down heavily, but he continued to talk. "The witch es went straight back to a diner and met with some of Samuel's younger pack memb ers. Money changed hands." "When the wolves They didn't like what to do. They they would move were questioned back at the den, Samuel forced it out of them. their jobs, hated listened to the old guys always telling them hired the witches to do away with the competition. They thought up the pack's chain of command faster this way."

I sat in stunned silence for a moment. "What about the witches? Did anyone quest ion them? Do you know how they made the spell?" "Yes, Samuel's wolves caught up with them. If those witches knew the spell, they took it to their graves. They had bought it from someone else and had it shippe d across the country." Joel stopped pacing for a moment and the fury on his face was indescribable. "There is a website the witches told Samuel about. It is a dating website, do yo u know about those?" he asked me. "I've heard of them," I admitted. "If you type in the correct description of what you are looking for it sends bac k your perfect match, right?" he asked rhetorically. "This site, if you type a c ertain string of qualifiers it hooks you up with the seller of these potions." "You hips does work used can order 'the destroyer', 'the secret', or 'sleeping beauty'. The seller s them to you overnight with a copy of the necessary incantation. The seller note you need a real witch to activate 'the destroyer'. The other two will if ingested." I thought about the spells we had seen, "These have all been here?" I asked.

"Yes, you know the destroyer, that's what hit Lucas," Joel answered. "Sleeping b eauty you saw with Anthony, causing unconsciousness, and the secret is what the rogues used to attack us. Used in combination they are deadly." "Anyone has access to these spells?" I asked him shocked. No wonder the attacks had seemed so haphazard and disorganized. There was no cen tral bad guy behind it all. The whole thing was just for profit. "Oh no, love, it gets worse. The seller promises there will be other products br ought to market soon enough and to keep checking back," Joel said staring out th e window. "Should we buy some and test it?" I asked. "Yes, but I am loathe to do it," Joel said. "Why?" "We will be lining the pockets of whoever is doing this, funding their research into how to best kill and disarm us," he shot back. "We need to know, Joel. We can't be the last to have checked this out," I said s troking his arms. "I agree with you, but we have to do something. Is there any w ay to hack the site and find the seller?" "Are you much a computer hacker, love?" he asked viciously turning to face me. "You have an entire pack at your disposal. Some of them are damned sneaky, I bet you have a couple pretty good hackers right here," I said gesturing to the den. "What is the proper way to invite them to go rogue? Perhaps I should give them t he money to buy their way to a different life?" he said sarcastically. I stopped stroking his arms and watched his face. The stream of emotions I felt when I tapped into his mind was confusing. Anger, embarrassment, distrust, and f ear were all there. None of these emotions I was used to getting from Joel. "Spill," I demanded. "What's going on?" "Five of my pack members went rogue and I completely missed the signs. What if t here are others out there? This pack is too large, there are too many to watch. What if given the right tools they decided to try it again," he said sounding de feated. "You told me once to trust my pack and I believe it was good advice. You knew th ose wolves were troubled, you had seen the signs. I'm sure we are both sorry for the way it played out, but you were not blind to it. You just didn't act on wha t you saw. If you saw those behaviors again, would you let it go?" I asked him. "I would not ignore it like I did," Joel said sitting on the bed. "Do you see behaviors that you find concerning in other pack members? The violen ce against their family, the anger, do you see any of it?" I pressed. Joel sat for a moment and thought about it, "No," he finally said. "Everyone see ms to be clinging tightly together, not splintering apart. They seem closer than ever. No one wants to see harm come to the pack." "Who would be best to try to hack this system?" I asked quietly.

"There is a group that everyone teases for their love of electronics. I've heard they are quite good at getting where they are not supposed to on the computer," he said looking up. He considered me for a moment and smiled. "I enjoy having someone I can talk to, " he said breathing more normally. "It was just me for so long. I never felt I c ould open myself to anyone completely. I am afraid I have been considered too se cretive by my pack. They just couldn't offer me solace and advice when I needed it." "You are too secretive," I grinned at him. "You totally freaked me out when we f irst met." "Dealing with a human had certain disadvantages," he shrugged pulling me onto hi s lap. "At first, I was overwhelmed and you know what happened. Your smell was s o tantalizing, I had to have a taste of you, but I scared you. I was not prepare d for your fear and struggled with how to do it correctly after that. I did have plans, but then the rogues took you." I kissed his lips and ran my hands through his hair. "You did a good job once yo u had me here," I mused. "What had you planned to do, if the rogues hadn't inter fered?" Joel grinned and answered, "I was going to try taking you out to dinner and danc ing. My plan was for us to end up back here. I hoped to seduce you into my bed a nd then not let you leave until you swore you were mine." "I don't dance," I told him seriously, "so I'm glad you didn't do that. The rest of it you did a good job of, although the not letting me leave part was serious ly annoying." "Let me make it up to you," Joel said stroking my back and laying me on the bed. "Oh no," I said bouncing up, "we have potions to buy and systems to hack. Get yo urself up and let's find those hackers of yours." We bought the potions on line and had them shipped, just like every other pack. I suggested we buy several orders of the spells, so we could test them and Joel agreed. I wondered out loud if we should buy enough to use ourselves as weapons. "Absolutely not," Joel stated with finality, "we are doing this to find out wher e they are coming from and to stop them. This pack doesn't need that type of ass istance to be strong." The hackers got to work right away. They got into the on line dating system, but were shut down with a series of false names and addresses. That didn't deter th em in the least. The computer guys were relentless and all the attention from the Alpha spurred t hem to work harder. Soon we had to take their computers away to get them to slee p or eat. They were determined to find out where the spells were coming from. Once the spells arrived they were taken directly to Sarah, the healer, for study . Joel told me Sarah's grandmother had been a witch. She had taught Sarah everyt hing she could about spells. Joel wasn't willing to use his other witch contacts. After Ryana's death, neithe r of us thought it would be wise to involve her family or friends. Lucky for us,

Sarah had listened closely to her grandmother's teaching. I spent a lot of time in the infirmary with Sarah. Thanks to my training I was c onsidered a healer. Since Sarah was working on the spells full time, I took up h er role. My wolf luxuriated in this position. I was necessary and providing a much needed service. The care I provided soothed my beast's need to provide for her pack. I felt better than I ever had inside the den. I continued to be grateful the wolf and I had come to some accord on the issue. My night time excursions would have not been tolerated right now. I spent long h ours in the infirmary doing whatever was needed of me and it kept me calm. In addition to that benefit being in the infirmary full time allowed me to watch Sarah dissect the magic. A mini lab was erected in one end of the infirmary. I watched Sarah try to determine what was in the different potions. "Are you a witch, too?" I asked Sarah one afternoon while she worked. "No, Madam Alpha, I am a wolf. The magic of the wolf and the magic of the witch cannot be interchanged. My grandmother was a witch that mated to a wolf and gave birth to my father, also a wolf. The witch's magic still runs in my line, thoug h. My daughter, when she conceives, could give birth to a wolf or a witch," Sara h patiently explained. I pondered what she had said for several moments until an 'Ah-hah', brought me b ack to reality. "They have a source," Sarah said confidently standing up. "This spell was made f rom the body of a werewolf." Sarah looked at me like I should be impressed. I was happy she had figured it ou t, but the explanation didn't make any sense to me. "That's great, Sarah," I said with fake enthusiasm. "I'll go get Joel and you tw o can discuss it." "I apologize, Madam Alpha, I forget how new you are to this. Do you have any ide a what a source is?" she asked sitting back down. "If you are sitting down again I assume it is something complicated," I answered watching her. "A source is an old concept. The witches say with the right amount of time and t he influence of enough magic a wolf's body could be made to give up its secrets. They believed they could tap into the source of that werewolf's power," she exp lained. "They have a wolf held captive?" I asked in horror. I couldn't imagine someone strong enough to trap a wolf. "No, no," she shook her head, "a source must be willing, completely willing. The witches believe that any restraint on the wolf's part would destroy the spell. There can be no trickery or coercion involved when dealing with source magic." "That is different," I said looking at the clear vials of magic in front of me. That meant a wolf was part of all this, a willing part.

"They literally make the spells from pieces of the wolf after the source has bee n prepared," she said standing up and pacing. "Something is wrong with this, tho ugh. My grandmother studied source magic. She said the physical spells should ha ve limitless capacity. They should last as long as the person casting them wishe s them to. These spells wear off after six to twelve hours. They don't even last the day." "You sound upset by that, Sarah," I stated feeling uneasy suddenly. "No, Madam Alpha, I am not upset. I am confused. My grandmother studied this mag ic with the help of a willing participant, my grandfather. She was very concerne d with the power generated by the magic. She told me of the infinite potential o f source magic. These new spells have a definite shelf life, so to speak." "Explain your worry to me," I said prompting her. "What if they aren't using a willing participant? There is something that is lim iting the capacity of this magic. It's the reason I didn't think it was source m agic initially, it just wore off too fast. Now, though, I have proof," she said continuing to pace and watch the vials. "What proof do you have?" I asked. "Look in the microscope," she pointed, "and tell me what you see." I looked in the scope and saw a familiar looking shape floating in front of me. "Cells, maybe red blood cells, I can't tell from this magnification," I said loo king closely and adjusting the dials. "That is the r' you'd see matter. One an world. If spell called 'the secret'," she said. "If I pulled up 'the destroye flecks of bone. I'm fairly certain 'sleeping beauty' contains brain of the packs up north has a member that is a pathologist in the hum Alpha Latro agrees, I'll ask him to check out my suspicions."

"Wouldn't a wolf die if you took brain matter?" I asked looking at her. "Yes, if you took or destroyed the entire brain, but they are probably taking bi ts at a time. It would induce great suffering, but it would not kill that way." Sarah stood silently watching my reaction. "Could they just use a dead were wolf?" I asked. "If the wolf agreed beforehand, perhaps, but that's why we burn our dead. Part o f it stems from our belief that burning releases the wolf's spirit to be reborn, part of it is protective. No one can use the ash." "These are probably really basic questions, aren't they?" I asked feeling embarr assed. "Yes, but I understand you were not raised with this. Alpha Latro probably hasn' t had time to teach you everything you need to know," she sighed. I sat and thought about everything she had told me. I was still confused, but it was making more sense. "You think the rogue packs had something to do with this?" I asked. "Possibly," she said starting to pace again.

"Do you want me to call Joel?" She grimaced and looked around the quiet infirmary. "Ask him to summon the Council and politely request they meet us here. They will want to see proof of what I am claiming," she said.

There was no more quiet in the infirmary once the Council got there. They were l ivid once they heard Sarah's thoughts. Source magic was considered almost taboo by the werewolves and I could understand why. The walls seemed to resonate with the threatening growling that kept erupting in the room. When Joel and I left the infirmary later that night his mood had hit an all time low. He was seething mad and frustrated. "Run with me?" I offered, hoping he would take me up on it. We hadn't passed anyone in the halls that hadn't backed away from my mate. Sever al smaller men had actually showed their human throats until Joel passed. I need ed to help him clear his head. "No," he growled, "I would prefer to go to the gym." I knew what that would mean. Hours in the infirmary patching up whoever was stup id enough to be his punching bag. Beating up his pack wasn't going to help him f eel better, so I took a chance. As we passed the back of the den, I bounded outside and headed for the trees. My clothes were torn to shreds as I shifted mid stride into my animal form. I lock ed eyes on the forest and headed for a path that lead to a large open field. Joel's angry voice boomed into my mind, but I kept running. He wanted me to stop and come back. I needed to put space between him and his pack. I felt his shift as he took off after me. In a sprint, I could easily beat Joel, but he had more stamina than I did. I jus t had to move him as far away from the pack as I could before he overtook me. It was the best I could do for them. 'Mate, it is not safe to be doing this. There is source magic that may be hidden in these woods. Stop and come back to the den,' he ordered. 'Catch me if you can,' I taunted and kept running. Suddenly all the frustration of the day was directed at me and Joel barreled tow ard me. He was faster than I had anticipated and I bolted to stay ahead of him. We broke into the field and the terrain gave him the same advantage it gave me. I heard his angry pants just behind me. I knew Joel would never hurt me, so I wanted to be the only outlet for his frust ration. I'd be the safest target. Protecting the pack was a huge incentive to be quicker than him. I pushed both of us as fast as we could go, getting him as fa r away as possible. Luckily, the field we were in was enormous. It used to be a cow pasture for the pack; way back when their extraordinary appetites would have been noticed. Now i t made an excellent straightaway. I could see the dark forest finally looming on

the other side when a soft voice invaded my mind. 'Yield,' was all Joel said. 'No,' I shot back, continuing to run. I felt that he wasn't behind me anymore and I turned to see him stopped in the f ield. 'I yield to you, mate,' he panted. I shifted back to a human form and walked toward him. He sat in the grass and sh ifted back as well. "It's not safe to be out in the forest in this form," he said still breathing ha rd. "I prefer to talk this way," I said sitting in front of him, "and I ran though t he woods as a wolf." "You don't understand how bad source magic can be," he said shaking his head. "I fear this is only the beginning. It attacks us at our very core, which is why w e are affected by it. This could destroy us." "Works on humans, too," I remarked. "We are part human," he laughed humorlessly. "I'm surprised the humans haven't gotten wind of this yet," I commented. "You were with Sarah when it came on the news," Joel told me. "A gang of drug de alers was found with the flesh melted from their bodies. It looked like money an d drugs had been taken from them. The witches are using the spells to gain riche s. They are risking the humans knowing about all of us." We sat in the quiet grass and stared at each other for a moment. I knew what Joe l was thinking, the witches only cared about money. If the humans figured it all out, they didn't really care. "We have to make it safe in the forest," I said remembering his prior commands a bout the woods not being protected. "The pack has to run." "We have to increase patrols first and add some of that new technology to the wo ods. Right now anything inside the forest is not secure," he said. As we talked I patted the grass down around me. The light evening breeze kept bl owing errant strands to brush against me. It was making me a little crazy. Joel and I talked for a long time sitting there. Joel seemed to get his wits abo ut him and relax somewhat. Eventually, we decided on a rough idea of the defense s we would need. "You don't have to protect the pack from me," Joel finally said. "I may have air ed my frustration with them, but I would never cause them permanent harm." "I thought it would be better to work through your frustration this way, with me . Now you have a plan and you feel improved. I know it's not what you wanted, bu t this way just seemed better," I advised honestly. The wind blew and the grass behind me tickled across my mid back. I arched towar

d Joel at the sensation. He raised an eyebrow and his interest started to rise. "There is another benefit," he said crawling toward me. "We are together, with n o clothes in the way." His lips were on mine a second later. Kneeling before me, Joel cradled my head a nd nibbled at my lower lip. As the kiss deepened, I moaned into his mouth. He pushed until I was flat on my back in the long grass. At least it didn't tick le this way. As he settled between my thighs I ran my hands across his back to h is buttocks. Tilting my hips I ground against his now straining erection. Joel took most of his own weight on his arms. Beyond him I saw the light twinkli ng of stars in the slowly darkening sky. I felt pressed into the earth and surro unded by the sky beneath my mate; it was a heavenly feeling. "Is this why you tempted me out here, mate?" he asked nibbling at my neck. "No, but it's not a side effect I mind," I answered exposing the full column of my throat to his searching lips. "You are a tease, love," he panted in my ear. Grinning up at him I ran my hands over his back feeling the flexing muscle. "Whe n have I teased you?" I asked confused. "The beautiful white wolf always two steps ahead of me. Your scent washing over me with every breath I take. Running behind you is the most frustrating and rewa rding thing I do all day," he whispered in my ear. "I'm caught now," I offered wrapping a leg around his hip. "Ah, and I plan on taking full advantage," he said pushing his hands up my arms until they were both above my head. Switching his grasp he held both my hands in his one. "Hey," I said annoyed at being pinned, "what are you doing?" Reaching out with his other hand Joel plucked a stiff strand of the grass from a round us and smiled wickedly. "Are you ticklish, love?" he asked running the blade over the inside of my elbow . It felt good and felt awful at the same time. Tiny brushing strokes over the thi n skin on the inside of my arm had me writing underneath him. "YIELD!" I squealed. He ignored me and ran the grass closer and closer to my armpit. "Because I notic ed," he said, "you seemed very adverse to having the grass touch you." "Joel, I yielded. Yes, I'm ticklish," I panted trying to wiggle free. "Doesn't count now," he said. "How is that fair? I stopped running when you said 'yield'. It's the polite thin g to do," I argued breathlessly as the grass blade travelled down my side. I let out a peel of strained giggles and tried to buck Joel off. It wasn't worki

ng. He was too strong and thought my reaction was much too fun. He continued to slide his chosen device against my ribs, tracing each one. "How did I never know you were ticklish?" he marveled. Desperate to distract him from this form of entertainment, I moved my hips to st imulate his erection, which was still nestled between us. I wrapped both legs ar ound him and pressed up. He wasn't even slightly distracted and instead used the blade to tickle right at my waist. I wailed. My skin was alight. It felt like there was nowhere he couldn't reach. The anticipation of waiting for the tiny fleeting whispers of sensation was madd ening. He even switched hands, so he had access to my other side. "Do you know, love," he asked tickling one ear and then the other, "what's it's like to be the Alpha and have a wolf in your pack you can't catch?" "I had a head start," I pleaded watching the slender piece of grass hovering ove r my neck, "and I'm the Alpha, too." On my sensitive neck the sensation would unhinge me and Joel grinned playfully a bove me. "I can catch every member of my pack in a foot race," he said punctuating each w ord with a light swipe down my neck. It tickled, it itched, and it absolutely had to stop. Once he'd drawn a line, th e flesh felt tingly and prepped for more. I'd never escape him and he seemed det ermined to drive me to distraction. In desperation, I pressed myself against him. His chest and neck I covered in ki sses. Between squeals I murmured affection and promised to let him catch me next time. I would have promised him anything to make him stop; he was making me cra zy. Joel took mercy on me finally and lay the innocuous piece of plant down. "You are something to work for," he said into my ear, "a goal only just a little ahead of me. I enjoy having goals and I always get what I aim for." Despite my absolute dislike of the game, being pressed to Joel had me wet and we eping for attention. It did not escape his notice. "You like to be tickled," he noted dragging his powerful tool down my soaking sl it. "No," I argued as he released my hands, "I like my mate." Joel let my hands fall until they were on either side of my head and then he gra bbed them again. "Tell me I'm right and I'll let you go," he crooned into my ear. Staring up into his stormy eyes I tilted my hips so I slid against him. Up and d own I moved on his length, never breaking contact with his eyes. Grunting Joel s hifted to try to penetrate my flesh, but I wouldn't let him. "Need your hands for something, Alpha Latro?" I asked coyly. "Not when I could just lay here and do this," he said nibbling at his mark, "unt

il you take care of it for me." The scrape of his teeth across that strange sensitive scar sent lightening to my pussy. Damn him, damn his logic, damn that mark that drove me mad. "I like it when you touch me Joel," I moaned as he grazed his mark with sharp ca nines. "I don't care what you touch me with, I love it. Now please, let my hands go and take me." One hand, he released one hand and looked down into my eyes. "Aim me and impale yourself on my flesh," was the low command. He raised off me enough to let my arm wiggle between our bodies. I watched his f ace as he watched mine. "You're being controlling, aren't you Joel?" I asked, but still did what he aske d. Truthfully, I needed him as much as he needed me. Grasping his shaft I pumped it a couple of times before pressing him into the right spot "You frustrate me, love, in more ways than one. I was just repaying the favor," he told me slipping is firm rod inside. I moved my free hand under his arm and around his back and he growled. "Put it up by your head," he said lowering his lips back to his mark. "Are you done with this, yet?" I moaned pressing my face into his salty skin. "C an't we just make love in this field like normal people?" Joel laughed and pulled my hand back beside my ear. "You ignored a direct order from me, nobody does that," he said plunging in and out forcefully, "and we aren 't people, we're werewolves." Joel rode me hard pumping hard eventually leaving my arms free to move. I stroke d his face and whispered how much I wanted him into his ears. Grunting his appro val, Joel just thrust faster. My hips moved restlessly against him. I sought to scratch that insatiable itch t hat Joel caused every time he was inside of me. When I finally found my release I screamed it to the heavens. When Joel found completion his shout sounded like a howl as he released above me . "I can't help it if I don't listen to you every command you give," I panted as h e rolled off of me. "I'm just not that kind of person. I think we've already add ressed that." We lay in the grass for a moment letting the breeze cool our overheated bodies. "Hmph," he grunted rising and stretching, "think you can beat me when you don't have a head start?" "I'd give you a head start," I told him thoughtfully, "but it won't help."

Joel laughed at me as he shifted. Despite my statement I was done aggravating hi m and ran home beside him.