Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2013 06:58:41 -0400
From: Justin Smith <jussmi1514@gmail.com>
Subject: The Pack's Bitch part 2

	The next morning arrived and nearly went with Mark still
unconscious. He lay alone in Duncan's bed, Duncan having spent the night
with Rudolpho and Kai "celebrating" in the sweatiest and gruntiest way
imaginable. Dimly Mark began to stir in the bed and his eyes fluttered open
widening as his mind went from zero to freaked the fuck out. In that
brilliant moment he realized two things, one he was alive, not even a
scratch on him and two he didn't know where he was. All he could tell from
the well decorated room was that it belonged to someone with a lot of cash
and, from the huge map on the wall opposite the bed, some connection to
Scotland. Meanwhile, George heard Mark and thought to himself, "Good he's
awake." George stopped his daily cleaning ritual to go attend to Mark. Mark
was about to jump out of bed when the door opened. In walked the largest
man Mark had ever seen, George, the tall powerfully built dark-skinned man
looked incredibly intimidating but his warm eyes and friendly smile
lessened the effect. Mark quickly covered with the blanket as he realized
he was nude, his clothes were taken when he was brought to the pack's
mansion. George claimed he was taking them to wash them but no one believed
him and weren't going to say anything to jeopardize seeing the bitch
nude. "Don't worry you have nothing I haven't seen before," said George
jovially. As Mark gawked at George blankly, the situation having taken all
sense from him, George handed Mark his now clean clothes and continued
talking,"Here you go, now hurry up and get dressed and I will make us some
lunch, well lunch for me I guess breakfast for you."

	Mark quickly obeyed too dumbfounded to do little more. After
dressing Mark followed George to the dining room where Mark was told to
wait. Mark sat at the massive wood table and wondered, " what the hell is
going on one moment I am running from a pack of wolves then..." Mark
physically shook away the memory of the transformation it was too unreal
for hi to accept, "...then I woke up here."

	As Mark was turning things over in his mind George emerged from the
kitchen with a cart, on it was several kinds of deli meats, an assortment
of sliced cheese and bread, along with onions tomatoes and lettuce and
other condiments. George set about putting the platters on the dinning room
table. "I'm sorry I have nothing more to offer you I rarely entertain for
lunch," George said apologetically, the fact he brought out enough food for
10 people didn't even dawn on him, but then being a werewolf had warped his
perspective on what a normal sized meal looked like. "Let me go get us
something to drink," said George and he took the cart and disappeared back
into the kitchen.

After he was gone Mark sank back into his thoughts as he made himself a
sandwich. "Oh God I hope Lisa is okay, she is probably worried sick about
me. Oh god...my cell phone is missing...maybe it fell out during the
chase...or maybe...no...he wouldn't or maybe," at that moment it dawned on
Mark that his host might not be the hero he imagined and maybe he was
rescued for some far worse fate. As George came back with a pitcher of
lemonade Mark decided to ask his host some questions hopefully the answers
would put his fears to rest. "So how did you save me from those wolves,"
Mark questioned?

	George answered flatly,"oh I didn't. "

	"Oh so do you work for my hero or are you his friend or something,"
Mark pushed?

	George was slightly offended at the suggestion he was anyone's
servant but he never let it show, his poker face was epic. He answered Mark
less flatly but even his pack would barely notice,"No you misunderstand I
didn't save you because you were in no real danger and before you ask how I
know I know because I was one of the wolves pursuing you, the larger black
one to be precise."

	Mark's skull would need to crack for his eyes to go any wider and
George continued eating as if he hadn't just said the most bizarre thing
ever. "So I wasn't dreaming or going crazy I did see what I saw or maybe we
are both going crazy," Mark thought. "Crazy sane or whatever I need to get
away from this guy," thought Mark. He then pushed the food he had taken
away from him and then asked firmly, "where is my cell phone?"

	George wanted to chuckle but he could sense Mark's unease so he
held back, Mark looked and sounded like someone getting ready to fight and
even without his lupine gifts the mismatch in size was comedic. The
hilarity of the idea must have dawned on Mark, since the moment they met
Mark was aware that George was a big dude, but now on the verge of a fight
was the first time he took in how big he was. "What am I getting into this
guy is at least 250 pounds of solid muscle and he is so tall even with me
on my toes he would still need to bend down to kiss me. Wait what, why
would I want him to kiss me? No this guy is some whack job who has
kidnapped me to do God knows what to me," thought Mark.

	George sensed Mark's arousal and confusion and answered him softly,
"I have it but there is no need for that now, like I said you are perfectly
safe, please sit down and eat, I don't need wolf hearing to hear your
stomach growling."

	Mark hearing this did the unthinkable, even to him, he did as he
was told. After a couple bites Mark worked up the courage to ask another
question," what would happen if I jumped up right now and ran?"

	"Hmm...interesting question with many paths but ultimately the same
destination: you back here," stated George the last part very firmly with a
slight growl. He continued, hypothetical situations being one of his
favorite pastimes, "The most likely scenario is that you don't make it out
of this room, but should you do that there is still the tricky business of
getting out the front door, should you get outside, this house is nestled
in the middle of the forest so now you could run into it but I wouldn't
suggest it there are bears, cougars, coyotes and even a few regular wolves
and as I have said if they don't get you I will. Given all the dangers and
you not really knowing where you are I would, hypothetically of course,
suggest that you go down the path that leads to the road. Of course with no
real obstacle I would catch you even faster should you be dumb enough to
run and lucky enough to make it that far," again stated as if the most
normal statement ever.

	Mark took this all in and sighed. He sat for a minute and silently
willed himself not to cry, but a few tears came any way. After gathering
himself he ate a few more bites. As he ate he worked up the courage to
learn his fate. "So what is going to happen to me," Mark inquired with
despair in his voice.

	George stated simply, "first when the pack returns we will awaken
your bitch spirit and then we will induct you into the pack."

	Mark went bright red at being called a bitch. After all he has been
through he was not in the mood to be insulted. He angrily spat back," fuck
you asshole! I am no one's bitch!"

	George just looked up at Mark. His face showing no emotional
change, this caused Mark to anger further. "Not that this will help with
his mood but I should probably explain what I mean," thought George.
"First, yes you are a bitch or you will be after tonight. Right now you
have what we call an unawakened bitch soul.  And when I call you a bitch
its not meant to be disrespectful or to insult you in any way it is just
what you are," George stated. Mark was fuming and wanted to interrupt with
some more obscenities but he held his tongue and George continued," You see
you are something special among werewolves, a bitch is...wait I need to
back up up for a second you are going to need a crash course in werewolves
in order to understand what a bitch is." Mark was still seething but
curiosity made him listen to George. "Hmm...where to... oh I know... the
'were' in werewolf is not just androcenterism..." At that Mark looked
confused,"oh 'were' means man and androcenterism is...," Mark's confused
look didn't lift,"...oh never mind the important part is that all
werewolves are male, god dad was right that degree in sociology was a
complete waste of money oh well his money," George said the last bit with a
smirk. He continued," all werewolves are male at least to the untrained
observer, see there are sires like me and my pack mates who are truly male
and then there are bitches like yourself who are male humans but female
werewolves...well the equivalent, even when they transform bitches never
lose their male characteristics or gain female ones."

	Mark just stared at George with incredulity. Mark spat out, "that
doesn't make any sense!"

	George maintained his poker face. "Yeah from an outsider's
perspective I guess doesn't make sense, but after tonight everything will
be clearer," George stated.

	"What is going to happen tonight that will make everything make
sense," Mark inquired his anger and confusion clear in his voice.

	"Well like I said we will awaken your bitch soul, and doing that
will take the form of an all night orgy," George replied. With that Mark
jumped up and bolted for the exit. George sighed and whispered, "Rudolpho
was right should have just kept him locked up." He sighed again and
finished his sandwich.

	Mark had somehow found the front door and sprinted down the path to
the main road. The night before he was unsure where his speed and stamina
came from and now he was unsure of where it went. He was barely a few feet
away from the pack's home when his breath started growing short and a few
more feet after that his legs started to feel like they were going to fall
apart. Mark ignored his body's complaints, fear of the crazy man and his
rape party driving him on. After about a minute or two of running Mark
looked back to see if he was being pursued. When he looked and saw nothing
he wondered aloud," why isn't he following me?"

	"Because I'm in front of you," George stated. Mark whipped his head
around in time to collide with the brawny chest of George. Mark stumbles
back from the immovable wall and fell back on his behind, he sputters in
disbelief at what just happened. George wanted to say something but before
he could Mark had scrambled to his feet and took off towards the forest.
Before he could get more than a few steps George moved and blocked his
path. They played this game for a couple more rounds until George noticed a
figure deep in the forest. Even to his senses it was little more than a
shadow but something told him it was trouble. "Enough, lets go back inside
its not safe out here," George softly but firmly stated his eyes never
moving off the shadowy figure. Mark finally just broke, tears streamed down
his face. At this George ended his staring contest with the mysterious
figure and looked at the crying bitch and his heart broke. He bent down and
picked up the sobbing man while vainly trying to comfort him. With Mark in
his arms he walked back to the house he looked around but the figure was
gone. He sighed and went inside.