Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2011 21:00:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kenny Vo <xokennyvoxo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Passing Moons, Sci-Fi, Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Meeting the Pack

Everything seemed like a dream. I mean everything is fuzzy. Am I dead yet?
Did Harold finally get rid of me? I wasn't sure, but I felt I was floating
water in the ocean. Just drifting out and not having a purpose of living. I
liked this feeling, the feeling numbness. I hated my life and loathed the
bad parts the most. I didn't want to live anymore at this point. I mean,
what's left to live for? Nothing. I just wanted to get it over with. It was
horrible and it wasn't going to get any better. No matter how far I run
from Harold, he's always going to find me.

Is this place a dream? If so, I was ready to die, because I hated Harold
and wanted to away from him as far as possible. He made my life miserable
and so did James.

They made me cry and hurt me in different ways, whether it be physical or
sexual. It fucked me up and I was ready to see what's waiting for me up
there.

As I waited to go to leave and go to the great beyond, I felt a surge of
energy pulsing through me. Like electricity or something. Was someone
trying to revive me? I don't remember what happened before I was knocked
out. Was Harold trying to revive his punching bag?

No, he wouldn't do that. It's something else. Someone else is trying to
save me. Who though?

I felt another shock pulse through me as I racked my brain for anyone who
was there.

Maybe it's those people who are trying to save me before I lose conscious
after Harold slammed into a tree. Who were they? Did they know me? Most
importantly, why were they there? One of them said a name...

I couldn't think right now, the currents of the ocean were changing and
started to storm. Thrashing and throwing me around like a rag doll. The
skies were dark and rainy, very mood-changing. I felt like my heart
jumpstarting and beating.

The emotions of the fear, adrenaline, nervousness, and everything else that
people felt, hit me like a brick wall.

The ocean waves were beating me and throwing me underwater. Slowly, I felt
the water going into my lungs. The water was drowning and suffocating me. I
wondered why this was happening. I thought you were supposed to go to
heaven or whatever it is you go after you die. I couldn't think of anything
at this point, the struggle in the water was too much.

I was about to pass out, so maybe now I go to heaven? Strange, I didn't
feel dead, just being shocked by lightning to live. As I was completely in
the water, my world was spinning around and suddenly, everything wasn't
like it was. I didn't felt the cold of the water, the touch of it, the
spinning, the floating feeling, etc. I felt like I was breathing air, but I
was underwater! How's that possible?

I closed my eyesâ€"scared for what might happen and then, I wasn't in
the water! I felt a soft fabric on my back. I wasn't wet or anything. I was
in terrible pain though. My head was aching and I could hear voices,
people's voice. I could hear very voices over me, male voices. Harold?
James?

Then I heard one clear voice, "come on, wake up!"  No, couldn't be Harold
or James. This one was caring and concerned. Who was this?

Was this the people who attacked Harold in the forest?

As my feelings and vision came back to me, I felt an enormous shock wave go
through and I'm not talking about mental shock. Like an electric shock. As
my hearing cleared up a little more, I could hear a monitor beeping. A
heart rate monitor maybe?

Then another voice came, "here comes another shock!"  Then the shock was
enough to jerk me sitting up. My hearing, feeling, and sight completely
came back after that shock. Were they saving me from death? That's what
that ocean place was? Was it a resting place before they accepted you to
the heavens?

I wasn't worried about that right now. I was back. I was alive and
hopefully, away from Harold. Before, I assumed that I was in a hospital
because of all those heart monitors beeping and the defibrillator shocking
the life back into me. But this place I was at, it was a room. A regular
house room. I mean, the room had dark red velvet-colored walls and little
beautifully designed linings.

There was a large vanity mirror that was so beautifully crafted. It had
cologne­â€"maybe it's perfumeâ€"hair products, deodorant, etc. lined
against the mirror. The wood was a mahogany shade, making it look expensive
which it probably was.

I look down to see that I was sitting on a bed, a soft one too. It had
lighter-red velvet color to the blankets and a brownish-golden to the
sheets. This room looked like it belonged to a millionaire. Now what was I
doing here? How was I here? What happened after I went unconscious?

As I racked my brain for any clues for what happened or any recollections,
a voice spoke up.

"Are you okay?" the voice said to my left, making me turn rapidly around to
see who it was. It was a guy holding the defibrillator in his hands. Also,
he wearing a doctor's coat with the stethoscope and everything. He was
really tall, maybe about 6"2? He had short blonde hair with kind green eyes
to match. His skin was basically flawless, tan and smooth-looking. He was
really cute and looked probably in his 20's. The look in his eyes was so
gentle and kind, it made me want to smile but I didn't. Due to my shock
back to thing, so I didn't want to smile right now.

"Who are you? Where am I? And how'd I get here?" I answered.

He flashed a tiny smile that made smile and blush. "Well, for starters. I'm
Callan and I'm the one who revived you but I don't know the other what
happened to you."  I was confused, "Wait, then..."  Callan interrupted me,
"The one that you should be asking questions is Benji." He pointed to my
left and then I turned to see who Benji was.

Damn!

Benji was so hot! He really tall compared to Callan to my right. He was
maybe 6"4 or 6"5, I don't knowâ€"I wasn't sure. He had messy, short
really light brunette hair, almost blonde. He had dark, piercing hazel eyes
that held so much contrast to them. I couldn't look away from them even if
I tried to. He had perfectly-tanned skin that just made wanna lick him
right up. He had a clean shaven face that looked like it was recently
shaved. He was just so cute!

Also, from the looks of it, he had a pretty nice body and a medium built
which is just right for me. He looked about high school age. Maybe
seventeen or eighteen. He was definitely my type of guy.

He stood there with his arms and looking shy while wearing a smile on his
face. He really cute looking like that.

"I thought you were going to die back there. When that Harold guy pushed
really hard you into that tree, you just passed out and we thought you were
going to die. Thank god, we brought you back time or you would have been a
goner," Benji said in his velvet voice, making me blush bad. I just
couldn't stop smiling.

"Well, I thought I was dying too. I guess you guys saved me in time. Umm,
why am I not in a hospital?" I asked, being curious.

Callan sat on the bed and started checking my heartbeats, pulse,
etc. "Well, our house was closer than the local clinic. Also, I'm a doctor
so they didn't justice bring you back here. Who knows how bad the damage
would have been if more time was consumed. You might have died just sitting
in traffic," Callan spoke with a doctor's tone, but with concern mixed in
it.

"Yeah, just be happy you're not in the hospital," Benji sitting by my feet
with a caring look on his face. I was probably red from the inside out. I
just had to smile to these guys' beauty. I feel embarrassed for smiling so
much.

I shook my head a little, hoping this wasn't a dream. "Umm, how so?"
"Well, they would have called the police for questioning you and then
called your parents. I'm sure you didn't want to see Harold or James so I
just brought you to our doctor in the house here. I'm sorry if you feel
strange, out of place, or uncomfortable right now. I thought I was doing
you a favor, getting you away from that abuser," Benji said, putting his
hand on my leg. I felt horny, not uncomfortable right now.

Stop thinking like this Riley, I told myself.

"Well, I'm glad. Harold made my life worse and James was the same," I said
before I realized something. "Wait, how did you know about Harold or James?
Or any part of my life?" I said, getting a little paranoid.

Benji had a stressed look on his face then looked at Callan. "Should we
tell him?"  Callan had a tired look on his face. "Do what you want, but
just don't give him a heart attack okay?" Callan said, getting up and
started cleaning and gathering all the medical equipment in the room.

Okay, I was way more confused than before. "What? What is it that you wanna
tell me?"  Benji looked down for a second and then looked up, "Do you know
that wolf that hung with you all the way before Harold came and attacked
you?"  "Yeah, what about him?" I said, wondering why that wolf had anything
to do with my being here.

He gulped before he spoke, "Well, I'm...that wolf."  I probably gave him
the most perplexed look I've ever given someone. This was so
outrageous. What was he saying? That supernatural werewolves exist?

I thought of everything I was going to say before I demanded an explanation
about this whole shenanigan.

"Okay, so you're a werewolf?"  He nodded, not speaking.

"How?

What is going on? Is this some bad joke? Are you messing me? Cause this is
not funny if you think it is." I said.

Benji looked hurt after I said that. "My father's a werewolf and I'm not
joking this is real. I'm a werewolf, Callan over there is a werewolf, the
others..."  I looked over at Callan who shrugged his shoulders and said,
"Yep, right on point. I am too."  I turned back to Benji, whose eyes that
were asking me to believe him. "It's true Riley, I am that `wolf' that
accompanied you on the last night."  When he mentioned that it was last
night, I looked over to the window to see that it was late
afternoon. Apparently, I was out for awhile. Strange.

"Oh it's noon and how'd you know my name?"  He got up, grabbed my bag that
was laying on the floor and placed it on my lap.

Everything looked like it was still in there.

"Your id's in there, you never mentioned your name to me besides Harold
screaming your name out," Benji spoke.

"Oh yeah, that's true. So you are a werewolf?"  Benji nod his slowly,
noting that he was saying yes.

"Well, we haven't lied to you," Callan said, leaving the room with the
medical items in hand. "I'll be right back. You two just talk while I leave
to put these stuff up."  With that he left, leaving Benji and I alone. I
felt nervous because he definitely made me blush and a little weak in the
knees.

Thinking of that, I realized that I was only in my boxerbriefs. I
immediately threw the blanket over me, which the fabric was very
comfortable by the way. I covered up my whole body, I was just insecure of
my body.

Benji noticed of course and gave out a laugh. "What's wrong Riley?"  This
was embarrassing. I was halfâ€"let me rephrased thatâ€"almost naked
in front of a really cute guy.

"I'm only in my boxerbriefs. Where are my clothes?" I asked sheepishly,
pulling the blanket up to my neck.

He smiled, blushing a little. "Well, your clothes were dirty, so we decided
to wash them. They were covered with blood and grass from your fall."  "Oh,
hehe. So you didn't touch me while I was unconscious right?" I said,
jokingly.

He smiled and laughed along with my joke. "Well yes, but that was because
Callan told me to check your body any other injury. I hope I didn't offend
you or anything. But I promise `that' area is unharmed."  I felt my cock
get hard for a moment. I was horny because he actually looked at my cock
and probably touched it, which turned me on. Thank god I was under a
blanket or it would have been obvious.

"No, it's okay. I just find it strange to be revived from almost death and
being only in boxerbriefs in front of a stranger," I said.

"It is, but there are a lot more strange things in this world than that,"
Benji replied.

I couldn't even believe it though...  Werewolves actually exist? Thought
they were just myths... Guess not.

"I know it's a lot to process, but just give it some time. You'll
understand." Benji said, breaking my trance.

I looked into his hazel eyes, they were just adorable. I hope he can't see
me blush or even notice that I was smiling on the inside.

"Well, that is a lot to process but I'll just have to see for myself," I
said, half-heartedly. I knew that in me, I sort of believe it but then
again, I was a skeptic of certain things.

Benji looked off for a second, looking at nothing, but was concentrating on
something.

Like he was listening to something. Why this a wolf thing?

Then he swiftly turned back to me with a smile on his face. "Well, you're
about to get your proof."  I was confused, was there another wolf coming?

Then, I definitely got my proof alright. There walked in, two wolves,
standing in front of me. They were so calm and had a look in their brown
eyes. They seemed so...different. They acted like regular dogs would, but
with thick fur.  The one to the left had bluish-dark brown fur and the
other had a reddish-brown fur that made the two seem like fire and ice.

I stood up and impulsively walked over to the dogs, which in most real
cases is not a good idea. I kneel down and pat the one with the bluish fur,
and he just sat there like a dog and just let me pat and rub his head. The
other just sat and watched me, examining me head to toe. It wasn't creepy,
but the idea of them being an actual human gave me a little chill.

"The one you're patting is Stephen, and the other one is Kane. They're part
of this pack too," Benji spoke, standing behind me. I turned back to Benji,
who had a grin on his face.

I stood up to him, wondering what he smirking about. "What's so funny
Benji?"  He looked over my shoulders and then spoke, "Well, if you didn't
believe Callan and I, then turn around."  I turned, hoping that this was
all a practical joke. Well, it wasn't. I was in a surprise.

There stood two guys in front of me, naked. I was completely taken aback by
this.

Weren't they just wolves a minute ago? Holy shit! I guess they are real!
The proof was literally in front of me. LITERALLY.

One of the guys was scrawny like me and had a blackish, long hair that
looked almost blue in the light. I assume that he was Stephen. He had a
dark, ivory color to his eyes and looked around 16 or 15. He didn't look
older than me. I tried not to look down to his crouch area, I didn't want
to seem rude or anything.

"Hi, I'm Stephen as Benji told you and I'm a member of this wolf pack," he
said musical, in a stereotypical gay man's voice.

He reached out his arm and gestured for me to shake his hand. I shook his
hand and introduced myself. "I'm Riley Samuels. I'm the one who was almost
killed by my abusive stepfather."  Stephen let out a laugh and a child's
smile. "Well, good to know we can be of service.

He's a very nice person Benji."  "Thanks.

I was just around the corner and then I saw him. I could tell he was a
runaway.

He had the back bag and everything. I just had to hear his story and wanted
to help him out," Benji responded, getting close to me. I felt
uncomfortable with him being this close but I kind of liked it.

Then another voice spoke up, "You sure are worth it. Now, what was our
Benji doing all the way in Chicago? I can't we brought you all the way here
to Toronto.

You're probably wondering about that now."  I looked behind Stephen to see
another guy. It was Kane, with his shaggy, reddish-brown hair leaning
against one of the pillars of the large bed set. He stood there as if he
were too cold to even stand there. One of those guys who liked to look
poised and cool. He was also nakedâ€"didn't look of courseâ€"like a
statue for a museum and had a little fuzz of hair on his chest. Not overly
like a bear, but enough to notice. He had a pretty lean complex.

He looked at me with his hazel eyes, one of them raised. "You do know
you're not in Illinois anymore right?"  Then realization hit me. Wait, I
wasn't in Chicago anymore? How was I brought over here?

Wolves carrying me on their backs?

I ran to the window and saw that snow was falling from the sky. The ground
below was covered like a blanket. This wasn't a surprise to me, seeing as
I'm used to the weather but the thought of being somewhere unfamiliar and
different was a scary thought.

I turned back to Benji and the other naked guys in the room, who were
standing there with a look on their faces.

"Why am I in Toronto, Canada? I thought you brought me here because it was
closer," I said, leaning against the window sill.

"Well, it was closer," Stephen spoke.

I was even more confused than ever. "Okay, I'm confused and baffled by the
fact that I was dying and I was brought into another state just so you can
save me?"  "It's more complicated than that," Benji said, leaning against
the dresser behind him. It was a sexy sight to see but I was too
overwhelmed by everything to even take in the beauty of it.

"How is it more complicated? I mean, you basically kidnap me!" I said,
crossing my arms.

Then, as if the breaking a silence, Kane spoke with sharpness in his
voice. "Well, first off, you were not kidnap because you're a runaway kid
so technically, you were not actually kidnapped. Second, the moment that
Harold guy pushed you into that tree, you cracked your skull!"  Okay, maybe
I wasn't kidnapped, but it doesn't make up for being in a completely
different country. Then again, I didn't mind it though. Chicago left me
nothing to go back toâ€"except for Momâ€"and I didn't want to go back
at all. Maybe I can start over here in Toronto, no evidence of me even
trying to be here. No one knew me here. No one to track me down here. Time
to make a decision.

I walked closer to Kane and looked him in the eye. "That's not
possible. I'm still here. I'm not in a coma or anything."  "We couldn't
tell what was wrong with you till we got here. Since Callan had some
`medicines' that fixed that cracked skull of yours. If we brought you to a
regular hospital, you probably would have been put on life support from
being in a coma or dead," Benji said, came up behind me and put a hand on
my shoulder.

I swear, he was so cute compared to the other guys I just met. He was so
hot! He had that touch that made you want to go schoolgirl to your best
friends. But I didn't have any friends to go to, so that was that. His
fingers were so strong and felt like he's been working on hard
machinery. You know those guys who have worn down, work hands. I found that
attractive.

"Well, thank for saving my life. I appreciate it," I said, looking down at
the hardwood floor.

"Your welcome. I couldn't just let you die or that Harold guy torture you
more," Benji replied, holding my face up to his. I swear I was blushing
embarrassing.

I wanted to cry, a day had got by without seeing or having Harold and James
abuse me. Here someone beautiful saved me from all that. I wanted him.

Then I realized that he only saved me and probably wanted nothing else to
do with. He was probably straight and had a girlfriend, noting that he was
hot enough to easily get one, because he had me by hello. Now they probably
wanted me to leave or offer to bring me back to Chicago to my mom to
something. He only saved me out of pure kindness.

I lifted my head a little and met Benji's hazel eyes. They held some much
emotions and calmness. My legs felt like jelly from just staring into them.

"I guess it's time for me to go then," I said, breaking out of my trance
and went to retrieve my bag. Every step felt like a mile. I didn't want to
leave the cool, fun, kind atmosphere of this place. I was going to miss my
brief time here.

Stephen came over and pulled my bag from my hand. "Well, I thought we were
just getting to know each other. You can't leave yet."  "Stephen's right
Riley. You can't just leave. We're in Canada and even if you wanted to, you
couldn't get back to the States without a passport. Plus, what are you
going to do and how are you going to survive?" Benji said with a concerned
look on his face.

I sat on the bed and had a defeated feeling overcome me. "Well, I'm pretty
sure you don't want me living in your house and I'll just cause more strain
to your pack."  Kane leaned off the pole and turned to me. "Well, you
probably will cause more stress then it is needed..." he stated, pausing
before finishing his sentence, "but since you know our secret, we can't
just let you go."  In more cases when someone tells you that you couldn't
leave because you knew a secret, you'd freak out. But in my case, I was
happy that they were accepting me into their home.

"I don't know what to say. Are you sure?" I said, hoping that this is all
true and not too good to be true.

"Well, we helped you, so what's the point of stopping?" Callan said,
walking in. Now instead of wearing, the doctor attire, he was wearing the
preppy boy sweater and jeans thing. It was a cute look on him.

"I don't know, are you really sure you wanna take me in," I said.

"We're all sure. We've talked about this when we brought you in. We're more
than happy to have another guest in this house. Maybe it'll lighten up the
atmosphere a little." Callan said, fixing a lock of his beautiful blonde
hair that was lingering on his forehead.

Callan sure was a good-looking guy. Why were all the guys in this pack so
cute? Why it a wolf thing? I couldn't comprehend why all these guys walk
around shirtless and naked half the time without feeling awkward. I know I
would.

Callan came and sat on the bed, "look Riley, I'm pretty sure you don't want
to go back to Chicago where Harold's going to hurt you and being on your
own is not a good thing, especially for someone your age."  "I have nowhere
else to stay, my relatives are far away and that's the first place Harold
will search for me," I said, on the verge of crying. The fact that I will
never be able to see my mom and relatives without Harold there to beat me
was heart wrenching.

"You should stay here Riley, we can take you in," Stephen said , standing
next to Kane.

I thought on this for second. I have nowhere else to go, so why not? These
cute guys were offering it to me, so I might as well take it.

"Yeah, it's okay right?" I said.

"Of course," Callan said with a smile on his flawless face.

They all had a happy look on their faces, except Kane who had a careless
look on his face. But I felt a happiness coming from him. I was happy that
these people were going to help me. Maybe good things do happen. Maybe life
isn't as bad as I thought.

"Well, that sets it," Benji spoke, "welcome into our pack. Stephen, go get
him dressed, well you and Kane dress too. I don't want Riley seeing your
junk hanging out like that. He's a new house member. Show him around too
while Kane and I set up his room."  "Sure Benji. We're gonna have so much
fun Riley!" Stephen said, getting excited.

Well, not physically excited, I meant the giddy happy excited.

"Why can't I wear my own clothes?" I said, getting up.

"Well, we need to wash the blood off your clothes and they smell like
Chicago which isn't a good smell to wolves' noses. Also, my clothes are a
little too big for you, so Stephen's clothes should fit you. Seeing that
you two share the same body size," he replied, grabbing my bag and leaving
the room with Kane's naked ass following behind him.

Stephen grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room and into the
hallway. If you thought this house was small, then you are mistaken. This
house is large, almost like an estate. This house must cost a fortunate!
The stairs were wide and went in a large spiral. Also, the floors and walls
look very polished, which gave it a nice look. The feeling of the house
gave off a homey, rich feeling. I felt poor for just standing here. This
house could win an award if Callan entered it in a contest.

"This house is really huge! I mean, Callan had this house special built for
his pack, but still. There's a lot of rooms here and enough bathrooms for a
party to use," he said, pulling me into a roomâ€"assuming it's
hisâ€"with celebrity posters, pink walls, and a large king size
bed. Dang, these people are rich huh?

"I see that, so where's your closet? It's getting really cold," I said,
rubbing my arms. I realized that it was really cold in this house, almost
no heating at all.

"Well, you need to take a shower first. You look like hell. You have blood
stuck in your hair and shock marks on your body," Stephen said, examining
the rest of my body for any more unsightly things.

I didn't think about it but I did feel gross. I did need a shower. I hate
the feeling of being dirty, I was one of those people who needs to shower
twice a day. I always had that feeling of being dirty when I wake up and
felt oily and gross at night. James made me want to scrub myself every
minute while he forced me on him. But that's a different story.

"My bathroom's in here for you to use for now," he said, turning on the
light to a very pretty bathroom. The shower door was glass, the sink was
porcelain and the towels looked like they were imported from Europe. Also,
the bathroom had this certain lighting that wasn't too bright nor too
dark. Just right. I felt like a hooker going into a john's bathroom to
freshen up. Except for the fact I had dried-up blood in my hair and felt
like roadkill.

"Thanks and I'll be out as soon as I can," I said.

He shook his head. "You're too modest, take your time. The shower water
here's nice. I'd take my time."  I smiled. "Okay, I'll try to enjoy
it. It's be a long day."  "Cool, I'll be waiting out here for you so we can
dress you," Stephen said, jumping on his bed and grabbed a Cosmo magazine
with his naked butt bare.

I smiled to myself as I closed the door of the bathroom. I stood in front
of the mirror. I couldn't believe myself. I could believe all "this"
happened. I mean, one minute I'm running from my abusive stepfather and his
sexual-sadistic son and next, here with a pack of hot friendly werewolves!
I mean, this is all seriously a lot. But I liked it.

I saw in the mirror a boy who was much happier than before. I had a glow in
me that I've never saw before. Maybe this was I suppose to belong. I also
saw what Stephen talking about. GROSS. I do look terrible.

I walked in the shower and turned on the hot water. I felt the water going
down my bruised skin, it felt good to take a shower. I just felt better. It
felt good when it was cold outside and the hot water crawling on my skin. I
grabbed the shampoo and started to lather my body up and clean up all the
dirtiness off my body. Under the arms, back, hair, crouch, ass, etc. I
loved cleaning my body.

As I washed the shampoo off, I felt hard. I looked down at my 7 in cock
that was pointing directing upward. Damn, I wanted to jerk off but this
wasn't my bathroom, but really needed to. After seeing that much dick and
hot guys in one room just needs to be tamed. I mean, I was a guy so I
needed to rub one off.

That way, I won't have a cum explosion when Benji or Callan gets too close
to me.

I grabbed my hard cock with my other hand and started slowly moving my
fingers of my other hand on my hole. It felt good to just let go in a
shower. I started stroking my cock while rubbing my hole. It felt good with
the shampoo running down and making it more slippery. As I rubbed my hole
faster, I stroked faster.

I thought about Benji of course. Boy, if he were in this shower with me,
rubbing me against his body. Our cocks rubbing together and our lips
touching under the warm water falling down on us. I imagined him kissing me
and jerking me off as I did to him. It was a hot thought. The thought of
Benji's hot body and cock made me want to just cum thinking about it.

"Ahh," I moaned, then I started cumming, three lines of pure teen boy cum
hitting the shower wall. The shower washed it off as soon as it hit it. I
shuddered as from the orgasm I just experienced. I loved this feeling and I
haven't gotten that feeling at all. I never masturbated and had this much
cum squirt out. This has to be the best sexual feeling I've ever felt in my
whole life.

I felt drained of spunk and decided to hurry up on the shower or else
Stephen might think I'm trying to escape or something.


After the long shower I took, I dried up and put on my boxers and opened
the bathroom feeling the cold hitting me again.

There laid, Stephen still naked on his smartphone. He looked up and
smiled. He got up and walked over, checking out my clean body.

"Well, you took my advice about that long shower, so shall we continue?"
"Thanks, and yeah. It's freezing."  He walked into a large walk-in closet
that seemed endless, a clothes fanatic I assume. But essential to any gay
guy to have at least more than forty pairs of skinny jeans, scarves,
cardigans, and a nice pair of shoes. I didn't get that provide, noting that
my mother didn't have that kind of money to throw around.

So I was pretty much a simple dresser, although I want to dress that good.

"I forgot that you were human for a second. We wolves are very warm-blooded
creatures so we don't cold easily much," he said, passing a bunch of
nicely-made costumes. "Oh, don't mind the extravagant clothes that are in
here.

We'll just go to the winter section of my closet and we'll see what cute
fits you best."  As we came to a section on the crazily huge closet, I saw
a long row of sweaters, long-sleeves, vests, cashmeres, etc. This was like
winter heaven. These were all really cute looking.

"They're all so cute-looking..." I said, rubbing the fabric of a navy blue
sweater. It felt really expensive.

"Well, just pick out the ones you want and wear it," Stephen replies,
finally wearing underwear. I felt rude to look at his cock hanging out like
that. He was rummaging through mounts of clothes that seem to never be used
at all.

As we looked through styles and sections of clothing, Stephen spoke,
turning my attention away from the really cute fur boots I was looking at.

"Oh and take off your boxerbriefs and wear one of mine," he said, tossing a
pair of blue boxerbriefs.

I held it in my hand, I wondered why I had to wear his
underwear. "Umm...I'm fine with mine. They're clean and fitting."  "No,
it's just that we have to burn your old clothes in order to avoid any
sniffers who are paid to look for you," he responded, fully clothed now. He
dressed very cute for someone his look. He wore jeans, with a gray cardigan
and black shirt underneath. Just my style.

"Oh," I said, not wanting to go into detail with what "sniffers" were. As I
start to pull my boxerbriefs down, Stephen is still standing there looking
at me.

I blushed, embarrassed. I was always insecure about my body. James made
sure that I felt ugly inside out.

"Umm, could you turn around? I'm not comfortable with people watching me
when I change."  He looked embarrassed and turned around laughing. I felt
stupid because I should be secure but I hated it when guys stare at me when
I changed, mainly because I would get forced into sex after.

"Okay, but it's not like I haven't seen it when Benji checked for
`damages'." he said with his back completely turned to me.

I felt my face turn red. No one's ever seen my cock so many times in a day
before.

Well, maybe James, but he's always seeing it when he forces me on him. Did
everyone in this house see my cock? God, I hope I wasn't hard or
anything. I can't embarrass myself in front of hot guys. Especially Callan
and definitely Benji.

I put on the outfit I thought was the cutest for me and pulled any creases
I may have made. This wasn't my clothes so I had to be humble and
considerate. I was always the humble one. Guess it comes from my mother.

"Okay, I'm done," I said facing Stephen, wearing the navy blue sweater and
some skinny jean that I didn't know the brand of. "I'm hoping it's not too
much. I don't wanna be all decked out or anything."  Stephen turned around
and his eyes were wide the moment he saw me.

Great, I was a gay human and dressed bad. "Oh, do I look bad?"  Stephen his
head as he gave a wow look on his face. "No, no. It's just that you dress
very nice. I mean great combination."  I blushed a little and looked off to
the side. "Oh thanks Stephen...so we're ready to go?"  He walked out of the
closet and over to his huge vanity mirror, then plugged in a hair
straightener. "We're not done yet. We need to fix up your hair. You can't
look messy in front of the Magister."  "The Magister?" I asked walking over
and sitting on the small stool with a gray cushion.

"Callan and Benji will explain later," he said, pulling out a blow dryer.

"Oh okay so, how are you gonna do my hair? Thanks for everything. The
clothes, the shower and this now," I said looking the various hair products
on the table.

"Your welcome Riley. Now just sit there and let me do all the work. I'm
good at this," he said, starting the hair dryer.


He leaded the way out to the bottom of the stairs where Cane and Benji
stood. They were full-clothed as well. Cane was wearing a tight-fitting
black shirt that was loose and jeans that were tattered. He looked like an
emo but without the whole gothic look and feel. He just seemed careless and
sad.

Then there was Benji, oh sweet, hot Benji. He wore a half-way long, gray
shirt that pressed tightly on his muscular body, khakis, and snow boots
that looked like he was outside chopping wood. It was a sexy and hot look
to stare at. He had that all American look. He looked different then awhile
ago. His beautiful brown hair was now spiked and styled. It was really
cute.

Me on the other hand, looked like I've been saved from certain death and
shocked to life. I definitely needed to take a shower and take an
aspirin. But thank god, Stephen told me to shower up or I would have looked
like a hot mess walking down these stairs.

This should be all too much for me. Any normal person wouldn't be able to
handle the whole werewolf thing.

But I was taking it pretty well for some strange reason. I mean, I should
be freaked out and hiding in the corner for my life, but I just accepted it
like it was nothing. That was surprising to me.

When I finally reached the end of the stairs, they were talking to each
other and then Stephen ran off to Cane's side. Hmm, I wonder why they were
always so close?

Maybe brothers or best friends. Who knows?

Then Cane and Benji saw me. Cane just looked away after a quick once-over
glance and Benji just looked red and had a
"I've-just-seen-the-sun-for-the-first-time-look" thing all over his
face. It was pretty cute. Maybe he's bi?

"Hi guys," I started, hoping I didn't look terrible. "I didn't cause too
much trouble for the clothing thing."  "It's fine sweetie," Stephen said,
looking into Cane's eyes. Well unless they were incest brothers, I was
pretty sure they were lovers in my eyes. Cute though.

"Yeah, it's way okay. Stephen needs to share his clothes. He buys too much
anyway," Benji said, standing with his hands in his pockets. He was so
adorable. He's acting like such a schoolgirl crushing on the football
player.

"Whatever!"  Stephen responded, rolling his eyes.

Benji broke into a chuckle, while Kane just kept a stolid expression. I
don't know how Kane could keep a straight face. Maybe practice over time.

"Okay, so you're going to be meeting the Magister in a little bit," Benji
said, putting his hand on my back and leading me somewhere.

Leading me somewhere was a gorgeous dining room. There was a long table
decorated with fine china, flower vases, silverware, champagne bottles
sitting in ice ready to be opened, and a server that seemed to be
human. Well, the others look human but it was an aura that it gave off that
could determine if they were or not.

Maybe their sense of non-dressing too.

"This is our fabulous dining room Riley, we eat here almost every
Friday. But since this is a meeting going on in a little, dinner is the
proper way to go," Benji said, opening a seat for me at the end of the
table, where I was going to be the center of attention.

"Thanks," I said, sitting down.

"Sure," he said, sitting next in the seat next mine.

Stephen and Kane sat down together as if they've done a million times
before. Wait because they probably were together, duh! I felt out of place,
like I really didn't belong here. These wolves were rich and hot, how could
you go wrong?

Besides them turning into a complete wolf which can be scary.

"Sawyer, could you pour us a glass of Chardonnay for us?" Stephen said, and
then turned his attention to Kane. They looked like they wanted to clear
the table and start fucking on top of it.

Sawyer, the waiter/server who looked about a boy in his teens came with the
drinks, holding them in perfect posture. He had golden brown hair, gray
eyes, and porcelain skin. He'd look to be a young teen who's just
discovered puberty.

"Yes, Mr. Collins," Sawyer said with a heavy strong French accent, pouring
Chardonnay into Stephen's glass. Then he came over to me, pouring the drink
into my glass and started to wonder at who I was.

"I don't believe I quite know you," he said, giving me a questioning
look. He was kind of cute, his skin was flawless.

I smiled and felt the kindness of his smile affecting me. "I'm Riley
Samuels. I'm a new guest here."  "Oh nice to meet you, I'm Sawyer as they
have know, I'm their guest and maid of this whole entire house," he said,
whispering to me as if he didn't want to disturb Stephen's conversation
with Kane.

This whole entire house!? Are you serious? I'd drop dead before I even
attempt to clean up this house.

"Oh nice to meet you too Sawyer," I replied, sipping my champagne. Damn,
this was good! I've never had drinks before, but damn this was good
tasting!

"Also, pour two more glasses for Callan and the guest coming here," Benji
said, smiling at me.

"Yes, I know Mr. Campbell," Sawyer said, referring to people's last
names. I guess it was a French thing.

As Sawyer walked to the door, which I assume is the kitchen, Benji turned
to me.

"Hi," I said, trying to light the mood.

He laughed a cute laugh that I enjoyed so much. "Well, hello Mr. Samuel,"
he said, in a fake French accent.

"So...is Sawyer?"  I asked.

"No, he's actually someone that Callan saved from France while on his crazy
doctor trips around the world," he explained.

"What do you mean by saved?"  He cleared his throat, "Well, this was a
seven months ago, but Sawyer was saved from a terrible fire. His family
died. His whole ENTIRE family. Callan was on one of his traveling trips and
saw Sawyer on the street with nothing to live for. He just took him in."
"Oh, well isn't that illegal to the States?"  Benji thought about it for a
minute. "Let's just say Callan got someone to make him a greencard so it's
not illegal when it's allowed on paper right?"  I rolled my eyes
sarcastically at the joke made. "So does he know?"  "About the werewolf
thing? Yes, but he's not one. He's just a kid that we keep around to clean
the house and make dinner for us lazy werewolves," he said, taking a gulp
of his drink.

I was amazed by Callan's kindness and bravery. I can't believe he took in a
kid that was troubled and lost his parents. It just was so great that
someone could be so nice.

"Callan is so kind. Well, I hope Sawyer enjoys it here. Callan sure did
help a person in trouble," I said.

Benji's eyes inverted from me to the something else. "Well, speaking of the
devil."  My eyes turned to the left and Callan came in looking like he just
walked through a winter storm. His blonde hair matted from the winds
blowing outside. His cheeks were red. His clothes, untouched by any of
nature's cruelty.

There was someone behind him. A man that was really tall and muscular. He
had long black hair and strange golden brown eyes. He looked like an Indian
man from a tribe except that he wore a suit. He didn't look nice at all. He
had this look on his face as if he was looking at me in disgust. It made me
feel like Harold was looking at me and that, didn't give me a good feeling
at all. I'm assuming that he was the "Magister" they were talking about.

Callan and the man sat down across from Benji and I, the man sitting
directly in front of me. I felt as if I was sitting the hot seat, which I
probably was.

He looked directly at me, like he was trying to crave into my soul. I feel
very uncomfortable, even though I was sitting next to Benji who was a
calming sight to look at. But I wasn't looking at him right now.

It was silent until Callan spoke up, "Well Allen, meet Riley," then he
looked at me, "Riley, meet the Magister."  Allen, the Magister, stared at
me for awhile before extending his hand to shake mine.

I put my hand on his and hand felt like ice. Just hard and icy. I felt no
heat or any pulse coming from him. It was like he had no soul or a working
body. He was like a vampire. Or whatever was creepy and cold.

He let go and smiled a creep smile that made me even more uncomfortable. It
was a smile that rapists made when they trick children into the van. It
made my skin crawl.

"Hello, Riley. I am Allen, the Magister of this area of Canada. You
probably don't even know what a Magister is. A Magister of an area is the
leader or the governor of the supernatural creatures that live in there. To
keep things in order, like getting rid of those lawbreakers or those who
interfere with our balance." he finally spoke. His voice was grainy and
deep. As if he did a bunch of drugs before. He sounded like a member of
some killer gang. It was scary.

He was supposed to kill or execute those who didn't listen to the rules or
humans who got in the way? Damn, was I in the way? I sure hope not.

"Hello to you too. I guess I know what a Magister is now," was all I could
get out of me. I was scared by this man's presence. No, he was not
human. He was something different.

"Let's get down to business shall we?" Callan said, trying to comfort some
of the uncomfortable emotions that I was feeling.

It made me feel a little bit better.

"Yes, Callan. We should." Allen said, tapping his fingers on the table
ominously.

"About my staying here?" I asked.

"Yes, Riley," Callan said.

I nodded instead of speaking. I was afraid to speak at all in front of
Allen.

"Well, he's the quiet type. So Callan told me your whole life's sob story
or at least what his understanding is. You're a runaway whose reason of
that is to get away from his abusive stepfather. He finds you and nearly
takes your life and somehow, Benji, Stephen, and Kane were around the
Chicago area to save you. They carried you over here because of Callan's
vast knowledge of the medical world and success as a doctor. They saved you
from death and now you're all fine.  Am I right so far Mr. Samuels?" Allen
said, trying to look sympathetic. It only made he look more like a killer
ready to torture his victims.

"Yes, that's what happened," I answered.

"I am so intrigued by how you survived a cracked skull and seventy percent
of your blood loss. Tell me how it felt to be dying," Allen said, looking
at me as if I were an interesting subject.

"Wellâ€"" I said, about to tell him the place I was in while close to
death.

"Well, he was just losing conscious, but he wasn't nearing death," Callan
said with concern in his voice.

I took that as I was supposed to lie. I thought for a split second before
speaking. "Well, I just blacked out. Like I was out cold for awhile and
just woke up to a large headache. It was like falling down and being
knocked out."  He smiled and looked at me hard. I was hoping he believed me
when I said that. I was scared to find out the penalty for lying.

"Well!"  he said, throwing his arms up, which startled me a bit. "I am glad
to know a human has surviving abilities! I am truly glad that you are alive
and well," he said, sounding really sarcastic, but in a scary murder way.

"Thank you Magister, I am glad I'm not dead or even taken back to my
stepfather's," I said, trying to get comfortable.

He smiled and looked at me with this fascination in his eyes. As if he
wanted to put me in a cage and just stare at me all day. I didn't like him
at all. He was one of those characters that you don't like from the moment
they through the door. He just gave off this disturbing vibe that affected
my peace and probably to anything else around.

Then he grabbed my free hand with both his hands that was lying on the
table. He gripped them hard, making me feel the coldness and hardness of
his callous-covered hands. I felt scared and more than uncomfortable.

I felt Benji's hand on my right thigh, trying to calm me from freaking out
or something. It was calming, but I was still scared.

Then Allen spoke softly, but still sounds hard and grainy. "What exactly
are you?"  I swallowed hard.

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