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The following school week was awkward for everyone involved. Not only did the other students come back to school in shock at the news of a classmate being apparently murdered, but meanwhile Tommy and Andy had to let the other boys in on the secret of Ryan having become a werewolf as well. Some took it better than others. Although promises were made to treat Ryan better than in the past, it was easy to pick up on the lingering resentment that a couple of boys had about Ryan's father being associated with the Paladins. Even if Dr. Colton had never actually picked up a gun before, just being part of the group made it difficult for them to put things aside.

Tommy and Ryan had become nearly inseparable. The bonds that existed between them before last week's incident were only stronger now that the wolf instincts within Ryan began to manifest. Tommy recognized all of the subconscious cues that Ryan gave off, wanting to be as close as possible to the boy who turned him. It was almost like Tommy was an alpha of his own, as Ryan would hover around him every second that was available to him. They would walk home, side by side, with the other pack members leading the way. Ryan would show much more overt affection now, leaning his head on Tommy's shoulder as they walked, making eye contact with the older boy every time he spoke, even holding hands from time to time as they walked together. Tommy wasn't totally comfortable with all this - the risk of being exposed as gay loomed just as large as the risk of being exposed as a werewolf - but the need to be with Ryan, to protect him, to give him the attention and direction he needed - often trumped whatever anxiety he had about being seen with Ryan in such a way.

For the grown ups, though, things were all business. Word began to go around that Mr. Grey would be out of the hospital soon, able to resume his responsibilities as the local Alpha. The investigation into Justin's death began hitting dead ends, and with no other suspects in the area to track, the trail began to go cold. Tommy's father called Benny, the substitute Alpha, on a nightly basis, and all attempts to canvas the town and find a second Paladin were coming up empty. Linus was unable to contribute in any meaningful way, as his contact list had gone stale and he couldn't call his former commanding officers without attracting suspicion. By all accounts, the threat of another Paladin attack were real, but with no way of knowing who the next target could be.

The one thing that kept Tommy and Ryan sane, however, was the anticipation of going to the park on Saturday. When the day finally came, Tommy rushed through his weekly yard work, promising his dad he would finish it the rest of it the following day as he rushed out the door. Ryan was waiting for him in his own driveway, and when they locked eyes on each other they dashed for the park. Tommy was beaming with excitement, and he could only guess how excited his friend was at the prospect of sharing his first full transformation with the older boy.

They entered the park, and made their way past the activities going around them. Past the birthday parties and the little kids on the playgrounds. Past the older folks walking their dogs, dogs who would yip and bark as the boys ran by, perhaps sensing the animal within them. Past the dormant barbecue pits and horseshoe stakes. All the way to the edge of the park, where the shouts and laughs of everyone else dimmed to a dull buzz, to the small but accommodating woodshed that had sat unused for years, surrounded by orange roadblocks and yellow "Do Not Enter" tape. After doing a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching, they crept past the obstacles and snuck inside.

There was just enough sunlight filtering through the holes in the roof to give the boys vision inside. The interior of the shed was almost totally bare - all of the tools and machines once used to care for the park grounds had long since been moved out. As Tommy and Ryan looked around, their noses tingled with curiosity at the unusual musky smell that lingered in the enclosed space. Andy was right - this place had definitely been used by the other boys in the pack numerous times.

Ryan was practically bouncing with impatience. "This is so exciting!" he whispered. "I can't believe we're about to do this!"

"Calm down, will ya?" Tommy instructed. "We don't want to get caught. Now, where is it..."

Tommy scanned the dark room, then located the item he was looking for. Sitting in the far corner of the shed was a small lantern with a lighter, and a couple of old blankets. Andy had mentioned during the week that he would leave them in the shed for the two of them, so things would be more comfortable for the two of them. After the lantern was lit and set back in the corner, it gave off enough illumination to nearly match the sunny day outside. The blankets were spread out next, covering most of the concrete floor. With all the preparation done, the boys looked at each other.

"So what now?" Ryan asked.

Tommy's stomach fluttered before giving his answer. "Take off your clothes."

Ryan quickly complied, beginning with his white sneakers, then his white socks. Every article that was taken off, Ryan dumped in another corner of the room. The yellow and green striped T-shirt Ryan was wearing came off next, and this was more carefully placed on top of the footwear he'd removed. He wasn't any more muscular or defined as he'd been since the last time Tommy had seen him without a shirt, but the sight of Ryan's skin was enough to make Tommy's groin begin stirring. It was obvious that Ryan was getting consumed with arousal as well, as the front of his blue jeans clearly jutted outward. When Ryan undid the fly and began pulling them down, the extent of his arousal was obvious - he was stiff enough that the front of his briefs poked up past the waistband.

And then, the last little bit of modesty left on Ryan's body came off. Tommy's gaze was fixated on Ryan's crotch, as the very first thing that came out of hiding was the plump, mushroomy tip of Ryan's penis. The shaft came next, inch by inch, followed by the boy's thighs, framing the pair of olive-sized testicles that dangled casually below. Ryan lifted one foot, then the other, making his little dick swing back and forth, as he reached down and snatched his undies off his right foot, like he'd practiced this sort of thing. Ryan turned around to deposit the last of his clothes on the pile, giving Tommy a perfect view of his butt. Ryan's pale skin contrasted starkly with the crease that separated his cheeks, and as he bent down to drop the last scrap of clothing on the floor, he couldn't help but expose to Tommy the little ring of muscle, the only square inch of Ryan's body he hadn't seen yet. The wolf side of Tommy wanted to tear off his clothes, transform, and take the younger boy right then and there, but his human side was able to restrain himself. After all, this day was about Ryan, not Tommy. Besides, there'd be time for that later.

When Ryan finally got done stripping, he turned back around to face the older boy. "Your turn," he said softly.

Compared to Ryan's slow, teasing strip show, Tommy removed his clothes in a blur. Shirt, shoes, shorts, briefs, they all wound up in a pile right next to Ryan's clothes, with considerably less care on how they ended up there. In a matter of seconds, the two of them were standing face to face, with nothing covering their adolescent bodies.

As the more experienced of the two, Tommy quickly took the lead. "What do you want to do first?" he asked.

"Lemme see you change again," Ryan replied. "I want to see what it looks like, one more time, before I start doing it."

Tommy chuckled. He figured that would be the answer, and was prepared for it. Since making the decision to have this rendez-vous, Tommy had spent some time practicing the intricacies of his transformation, and had begun to develop a fair bit of control over not just the rate of change, but how to navigate the changes through his body. If there was ever a need to do it quickly, he could put the hammer down and be in wolf form in less than half a minute. But if there ever was a time to slow things down, he could stretch out the process over a few minutes. As Tommy took a deep breath and activated the wolf within in, he inwardly smiled at the show he was about to put on for his boyfriend.

The nails changed first. Perfectly trimmed the night before, Tommy presented his hands to Ryan, and they both watched as the nails thickened. The growing claws prompted his fingers to bend and flex, as the change moved up his hands. The black hairs he'd grown so familiar with over the past few months grew out from the knuckles, sprouting up along the backs of his hands, and up his wrists. Pausing the changes there, he concentrated on his feet, with black fur growing up to his ankles, dark hindclaws emerging from the petite toenails that were there just a moment ago. The next phase started with the fur racing up his arms and legs, swallowing up his shoulders, his knees, his flat chest, his delicate rump. It traveled up his neck, across his cheeks, finally merging with the mop of black hair atop his head, complemented by long, pointed, lupine ears that curled up at the top of the skull. The change focused next on what Tommy had between his legs, as his tailbone grew out from just above the crevice of his buttocks, sprouting fur at the same time to make it look like the wolf's tail was there all along - just coming out of hiding. It swished lazily from side to side, and Tommy tilted his head upwards to moan in ecstacy as the changes moved from back to front. Tommy's penis was still mundanely human for the moment, drooling a thick clear fluid throughout the process, but Ryan watched intently as the organ began changing in color. Cream-colored became pink, pink became red, red became dark crimson. The mushroom cap that he'd had since birth got steeper, thinner. The flare around the corona flattened out. The sheath took hold around the back of the bulging shaft, bunching around it and encircling the organ. His knot inflated, swelling to the size of an apple. Testicles swelled. Ryan couldn't take the teasing anymore; his right hand grabbed at his rod and started to stroke it needfully. But almost immediately, the hand was knocked away by Tommy's paw. He looked back up at the older boy's face, and saw gold eyes looking back at him. It shocked him - not just because of the act, but at how lucid Tommy was during the whole thing.

Tommy wagged a clawed index finger at Ryan. "Not yet," He hissed. "I'm not done." After seeing Ryan drop his hands to his sides again, Tommy's eyes clenched shut and he snarled, activating the last phase of the shift.

Suddenly, Tommy's face underwent the final stages of fur growth that filled in all of the remaining gaps on his face. The instant that was done, Tommy's jaw dropped open, as the slow growth of a muzzle began. Tommy's canines, already sharp, got longer and more prominent in the boy's mouth. The other teeth honed themselves as well. The nose suddenly went dark, turning rough and flat atop his maw. It happened in jolts, each fraction of an inch accompanied with a grunt of exertion. He turned his head to the right a bit, just so Ryan could see the profile of his snout as it grew to its final dimensions. When it was all over, Tommy's muscles relaxed, and the older werewolf sighed in satisfaction.

He stepped closer to Ryan, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. His nostrils filled with the unique tang of Ryan's musk, which had been billowing out of the younger boy during the change. He could taste the desperation in the air. The desire to claim Ryan as his mate was at a fever pitch, and he knew Ryan was in just as much need. "You know what I have to do, right?" he asked.

Ryan gulped. "I think so. Is it going to hurt?"

"It might," Tommy replied. "Especially when the knot goes in. But I'll try not to be too rough. You probably won't be able to talk once you've changed, at least for a little while. Is there anything you want to say before we get into it?"

Ryan stared at Tommy for a moment, then gave a dull smile. "I love you, Tommy." He moved in to the wolf muzzle pointed at him and planted a kiss directly on Tommy's lupine lips. The younger boy turned around, bent over, and presented himself to his friend.

Tommy growled with lust. What he wouldn't give to just plunge into his young lover right then and there. But this was Ryan's special day, and he didn't want to miss seeing every detail. "No, Ryan. Lie down. We'll do it face to face. I want to see it too."

Ryan silently complied, rolling over on his back, fidgeting a little to pluck whatever stray pebbles might have been on the ground making him uncomfortable. "I'm ready."

Tommy walked to his lover's feet, getting on his knees over the boy. One by one, he picked Ryan's legs up off the ground, laying them against his furry shoulders, bringing the cleft of Ryan's ass into better position. The tip of his lupine cock brushed against Ryan's perineum, smearing precum onto the surface. A little adjustment, and soon Tommy felt Ryan's entrance upon him. He gave one last look to the boy under him, a silent warning that there would be no going back. When Ryan nodded in permission, he took Ryan's thighs in his paws, and pulled inward.

A cross between a hiss and a yelp escaped Ryan's lips when he was entered for the first time.

The changes started almost immediately. Within moments of being penetrated, the younger boy's skin began to fade beneath an ever-increasing forest of blond and auburn fur. As Tommy began the intimate rhythm of thrusting slowly into his friend, he was mystified by Ryan's transformation, the first one he'd ever seen that wasn't his own. He stayed fixated on Ryan's body as slowly, moment by moment, his humanity melted away.

Ryan stared at the ceiling, feeling the movements of Tommy's length invade him over and over, and the various shifts taking place on his hands, his backside, his ears. Without warning, a crack of his jaw caused him to thrash his head from side to side, his juvenile muzzle stretching into position, fangs and whiskers and ears changing along with them.

Tommy looked down to see Ryan's stiff boyhood, already starting to develop a rosy flush. With inhuman flexibility, Tommy arched his back and dipped his snout towards Ryan's belly, never breaking his intimate tempo. He licked at the flesh that pointed straight up and back, and noticed the curious rubbery texture it had. Eager to feel more, he opened his lips to take Ryan's entire length in one fell swoop. This made Ryan gargle with surprise, his muzzle still pulling outward, vocal cords no longer capable of human speech. Tommy's tongue felt all of the changes his lover's penis went through in a matter of seconds. With every dive of his mouth, a swelling pressed around his lips. The tip that his tongue played with on every backwards pull became more slender and pronounced. All of this was driving Tommy mad with lust and ferocity, and he began grinding his own swollen knot into Ryan's sphincter, desperate to tie before the climax that had already started brewing inside him. Ryan's newly transformed paws grabbed at Tommy's shoulders, pulling him in with each thrust. Grunts and growls grew stronger and louder, and a muted bark escaped Ryan's maw when finally, finally, Tommy's knot plunged into his passage, tying the two of them together as though it was always meant to be.

They barely had time to react to the tie when both of them exploded. The urge to shoot overtook Tommy's member, as he released his seed into his mate's body. And at the same time, his tongue caught a fleeting taste of something new, something bitter and salty. There was only one single dose of it, but Tommy instantly recognized the flavor of lupine sperm. As he slipped Ryan's dick out of his mouth, he began to survey his mate's new furry form.

Ryan was a sight to behold. The same reddish-blond hair that he kept in a bowl cut as a human now presided over his entire body, with swirls of bronze and tan accenting the colorations. His black paws and black nose stood out from the light pelt, Ryan's tongue flopping out of an open mouth and dangling to the side. It was clear that Ryan was still quite disoriented from the transformation. With the two wolves still joined together, Tommy began to nuzzle his head against Ryan's stomach and chest. A soft whine was the response.

"How're you feeling?" Tommy asked, not expecting an verbal answer.

Ryan yowled, his mouth not capable of enunciating words yet. Tommy knew that it would take a lot of practice going forward for Ryan to learn that ability. But the nonverbal cues - the soft murring that came from Ryan's throat, the relaxed panting, the tail that wagged happily despite being pinned under Tommy's weight - told the older wolf all he needed to know.

The two boys stayed in the shed for a couple more hours. When Tommy was finally able to pull out of his mate, he wasted no time in presenting himself to Ryan, the traditional show of mutual respect and love that an alpha shows to his mate. Ryan's mounting was on the frenzied side, his feral instincts dominating his once intelligent mind to the point of riding Tommy like a wild animal. But still, Tommy enjoyed the feeling of Ryan's paws clamped around his waist, the pistoning of his mate's member inside of him, and again a single shot of cum, just enough to herald Ryan's emerging puberty, hastened no doubt by the curse he'd gotten a week ago.

Andy arrived later in the afternoon. Now that Ryan's lycanthropy had fully taken hold, it was now time for someone more familiar with the lore to guide him. Andy gave him some of the basics - the need to keep the pack a secret, the importance of maintaining control of his wolf side, and the techniques necessary to speed up the change back into human form. As they left the shed, leaving the blankets and lantern behind for later escapades, Tommy and Ryan rarely broke eye contact. A furtive kiss was shared between them as the boys split apart to return home. As much fun as they had that day, and as much as they promised future mischief when time allowed, the threat of a Paladin hunting the pack was still very real, and who knows how long it would be before the threat resurfaced.

Nor did they know who would be the next target.