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Hey all, sorry for the sporadic updates as of late. I've had less opportunities to write lately, plus it's not easy to balance the plot of this story with the erotic stuff that I know we're all interested in. The good news is that the next part has already been written, so you should see that in about a week.

Comments are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you like (so I can do more of it), what you don't like (so I can maybe fix it), and where you think the story's headed (so I can see how close you guys are to being right). Also, shout out to everyone who's watched/friended me over the course of the story. You guys rock!

• HP

The next few hours in the Colton house were uncomfortable, to say the least. Linus explained, in exquisite detail, his involvement with the organization known as the Paladins to his wife and son, as well as the ramifications of the fight that Tommy and Ryan had in the wake of Justin's death. There was disbelief, denial, crying, shouting, accusations of betrayal, threats of leaving, and Linus had no choice but to sit through it all. The most he could do was apologize to his family for dragging them into a situation he thought he'd left a decade ago, but those apologies rang awfully hollow in light of the news that Ryan, through no fault of his own, had just been turned into a werewolf. Tommy and his father tried their best to comfort Mrs. Colton and relate to her worries, but there was little consolation to be had.

Later in the afternoon, the Ainges visited Benny's restaurant, where an impromptu memorial service was held for Justin. The entire pack was there, save for the Alpha who was recovering from the two silver bullets that had wounded him in the previous night's attack. After paying tribute to the boy who had been killed, discussions were had about the investigation thus far, the timetable for Mr. Grey's return from the hospital, and the apparent alibi that Linus had that night. There was talk of the need to carry on, to stay vigilant, and to keep an eye out for future Paladin attacks, but no mention was made from Benny about the fight between Tommy and Ryan or the consequences that came from it. Tommy and his father quickly surmised that this was intentional.

The following day, Tommy went through his usual regiment of chores for the weekend, then quickly went across the street to visit Ryan. Linus, Ryan's father, was putting him charge of guiding Ryan through the transition of becoming a werewolf, and it was time to start on that path.

The two boys walked, no words spoken between them, to the nearby park. Once there, they snuck over the short wooden fence to a spot that had grown familiar to both of them - the barranca where they first began playing with each other. They took a seat on a fallen log laying across the dry swampy ravine, and both boys fidgeted quietly, looking for the right way to start the conversation.

It was Tommy who broke the silence first.

"So you never told him?"

"Of course I didn't," Ryan replied. "Why would I?"

"But... after what happened with you and Justin-"

"I just told him that we had a fight, that's all. He didn't ask what it was about." Ryan sat down on the ground next to Tommy. "I mean, think about it. What happens if I tell him? I set off a massive feud between my dad and your pack, that's what. And no matter how it turns out, it probably ends up with either you or him being killed. And maybe even both. You really think I wanted that to happen?"

"I dunno," Tommy said back. "You were so mad at me and Justin, though. You were saying how maybe it's a good thing he's a Paladin so he could kill us. And you were saying it to me, right after I told you what happened to my birth parents."

"I know. I'm sorry, Tommy. I never should have said that. Maybe if we didn't have the big blow-up, yesterday wouldn't have happened."

Tommy smiled and nodded. "So, are you going to be OK?"

"OK with what?"

"You know what I mean. OK with being a werewolf."

"Are you kidding?" Ryan chuckled. "That's the one good thing that's come out of all this."

That answer made Tommy recoil a bit. Even though Ryan had once told him that he wished he could be a werewolf too, he wasn't expecting the younger boy to still be this excited about it. "Seriously? This isn't just about turning into a wolf when you want to anymore. It's getting dangerous now."

"I know, but at the same time, it was the one thing that separated us," Ryan replied. "You were holding back this whole time, because you didn't want me to get infected. You were worried about what would happen if our parents found out. Well, it happened anyway, and they all know about it too. Honestly, that's about as perfect an outcome as I can think of."

"Justin is dead," Tommy argued, his wolf side getting rankled at his former Junior Alpha being dismissed so flippantly. "You call that a 'perfect outcome'??"

"No no no, that's not what I mean. Listen. I love you, Tommy. I love you enough to be willing to follow you down this road. I know there are going to be risks. I know there's at least one person out there who wants to see us dead, and judging by what my dad said, there's probably more. I know that what happened to Justin can just as easily happen to me now. But you know what? I would rather die tomorrow knowing that I've loved someone, someone as special as you, and that I was able to share this special thing with you, than to live a hundred years as a normal person, completely unaware of the magic happening around me. I'm not scared of dying anymore, Tommy. Let life be short."

"What?"

Ryan smiled, obviously proud of the nugget of knowledge he had that Tommy didn't. "Shakespeare. Henry V. 'Let life be short, else shame will be long.'"

Tommy's face crinkled in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well..." Ryan mused, "what do you think it means?"

"I have no idea. I don't know Shakespeare."

"Really? Just take a guess."

"I dunno, I guess this Henry V guy is saying if his life is short, maybe he won't spend all his time feeling sorry that he didn't do more. Is that it?"

Ryan looked right at Tommy. "If that's what you think it means..." he drew closer to his older friend. "...then that's what it means."

Ryan put his arms atop Tommy's shoulders. When the two boys looked into each other's eyes, Tommy felt his insides melt. It had been so long since the two of them had been alone together. After holding the stare for several seconds, both boys reacted together with almost perfect synchronicity. It wasn't a kiss, but it meant just as much as Tommy felt Ryan's cheek press against his own, rubbing their faces against each other like two wolves showing affection to one another. Their fingers intertwined, their chins rested on each other's shoulders, and Tommy enjoyed the unique scent of his lover as he buried his nose into the nape of Ryan's neck.

As they nuzzled together, Tommy felt an immense sense of obligation to the younger boy. Ryan wasn't just a werewolf now - Ryan was his werewolf, and it would be his lifelong duty to protect him. Tommy was sure that somewhere, buried in the deepest corners of Ryan's mind, whatever lupine instincts had begun to take shape were informing Ryan of the same thing. It was only after this epiphany that the boys separated for a moment, only to join again in a kiss that was comparatively mundane but no less passionate.

"So when is it gonna start?" Ryan asked.

"The changes?" Tommy clarified. "I dunno. I started changing about a week before my first full moon, but I don't know if that means you will too."

Ryan gave his friend a devilish grin. "I guess there's one way to find out."

Before Tommy could tell him to stop, Ryan's fly was undone and his underwear pulled down just enough to reveal his private parts. He was still soft, but that quickly changed as Ryan took himself into his hands and began fondling himself. Tommy watched in awe as Ryan's boyhood sprang to life, swelling and stiffening right in front of him. He reached out with his hand to examine it, but Ryan quickly swatted it away.

"No, don't touch it," Ryan instructed. "Just watch me and tell me if you see anything happen."

Tommy did his best to resist the temptation and watch the show that was unfolding in front of him, a task that proved ever more difficult as he felt himself bone up inside his underwear. Ryan got right to business, curling his fingers around the head of his dick and stroking away. As requested, Tommy began to inspect Ryan's features, looking for any indication that his first incremental transformation was underway, but he couldn't help stealing the occasional glance at the young prick that was pointed right at him. Soft gasps and grunts escaped Ryan's mouth from time to time, stifled to keep from being heard by anyone nearby, but ringing in Tommy's sensitive ears. It took a few minutes of sustained stimulation, but then Tommy watched as the younger boy's brow began to crease, eyes clenching with effort, as the run-up to orgasm became evident on Ryan's face.

Suddenly, Ryan stopped. He took his hand off his member, and opened his eyes to look back at Tommy. The expression was excited, even a little frightened.

"What's wrong?" Tommy asked.

"I can feel it," Ryan replied. "There's something there that I didn't feel before. It's not just around my penis, either. I feel it on my face, my hands, my back... like something's pulling at them. Do you see anything?"

Tommy quickly inspected Ryan's body as best he could. "Not really."

Ryan gave his friend a disappointed look, but quickly followed it up with another mischievous smile. "Maybe I need to go all the way." His hand went back to his rod. "Keep watching me, OK?"

Tommy quietly nodded.

Like he never stopped, Ryan began to jack himself off once again. It didn't take long for the buildup to return, causing Ryan's mouth to fall open and openly moan. "Oh God... I'm almost there..."

Tommy leaned forward, keen eyes focusing on Ryan's body, awaiting the first changes.

"Ohhh God... Tommy... I'm... I'm gon-"

Before Ryan could finish saying it, his entire body jerked with climactic convulsions. He'd never seen Ryan's face during an orgasm before, but it was obvious this one was especially intense. It was ten seconds of paradise, and when Ryan finally remembered how to breathe again, the two boys locked gazes again. Tommy was smiling.

"Ryan... your ears."

A look of joyful surprise flashed across Ryan's face. He reached up with his hands to both sides of his head, and felt along the tips of his ears with his fingers. They weren't the usual rounded edges he'd grown up with - Ryan traced his finger up the newly tapered tops of the ears, tapping his fingertip against the points that had just developed there. From Tommy's perspective, the younger boy's ears pointed straight up at the heavens, reminding him of the aliens he'd seen on sci-fi cartoons. Ryan noticed another change that had taken place, and brought his hands in for close inspection. Much like the first stages of Tommy's change, Ryan's hands had grown just enough of the same reddish-blonde hair that had lived on his head his whole life to visually confirm everything to Ryan.

"Oh my God..." Ryan gasped. "It's happening! It's really happening!"

Like a father proud of his son, Tommy could feel his wolf side swelling with pride at his young friend's first changes. "You look awesome, Ryan."

"This is so cool!" Ryan squealed. "I can't wait until I start changing for real! I'm gonna do this every night until-"

"No. Don't."

Ryan looked confused, even a little disappointed. "What?"

"Don't touch yourself. Hold it in. I don't want to miss it when you change for the first time. I want to be there when it happens."

Ryan stared at his friend, mulling over the instructions. Then, he gave Tommy an obedient smile. "Of course. That makes sense. "So how long do you think it will be?"

"Let's wait a week," Tommy replied. "That should be long enough."

Ryan giggled. "A whole week? That's gonna take some willpower."

Tommy put his hand on Ryan's shoulder, exerting whatever lupine influence he could on his thrall. "Do it for me. OK?"

"I'll try." Ryan giggled again. "This is gonna be so cool. And you know what the best part is?"

"What's that?"

"You don't have to worry about turning me into a werewolf anymore. I'm one already. Which means, next week..." Ryan took Tommy's chin into his lightly furry hand, "You'll be able to do everything you've wanted to do with me."

The two boys shared another kiss. Tommy felt his erection straining inside his shorts, the wolf within him itching to be let out. He took a quick look around, double-checking to make sure that there were no prying eyes or ears in the vicinity.

"I'm hard as a rock," Tommy confessed. "Might as well take care of this now before we go back home."

"Can I watch?" Ryan asked innocently.

Tommy unzipped his shorts, pulling them down to reveal a plump boyish dick that was already primed with enough precum to coat the head. "You can do more than watch if you want." To drive the invitation home, Tommy turned and straddled the log on which he sat between his legs, giving Ryan full access to his length. Ryan quickly followed suit, bending over and bringing his face up close to Tommy's tool.

Ryan went right to work, wrapping his lips around the other boy's cock and making him hiss with pleasure. It had been two months since the last time he had felt Ryan's mouth on him like this, and it was almost enough to make him come and transform together. The tingling sensations of another change, ready and raring to overtake his body, swept across his skin like a fever, and Tommy felt the sting of canine teeth growing into fangs, as he gripped the younger boy's shoulders, mouth clacking and snapping all the while. Ryan's tongue dragged all the way up his member, and it was then that he noticed the head of his penis, hidden away in Ryan's mouth, molding itself into the tapered form of a red wolf penis. Testicles drew in tight, the moment of truth drawing close, and it would have been a deliciously explosive climax if the two boys hadn't been interrupted by the voice of someone crashing the party.

"Hey!! What are you guys doing?!?"