Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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The Prodigal and the Pack: Chapter One
The following story contains scenes sexual themes and situations including incest. This story also contains supernatural/fantasy/horror elements. If none of that is your cup of tea, just hit your back button. All persons depicted unless otherwise noted are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products if the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Copyright 2021 by D.S.M.
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Part One: Zack
Let me get two things out of the way up front. Thing One: I know that you won't believe that what I am about to tell you is a true story. No one believes me, and I've come to the point where I'm okay with that now. But that doesn't change the fact that every word of it is true. And in the end, it is probably best that no one believes me; safer that way for everyone involved.
Thing Two: Werewolves are real. Yeah. I see you looking discreetly for your phone to call the men in the white coats. I get it. I was just like you once. Blissfully ignorant of the horrors hidden behind the curtain of our mundane lives. They are out there though. And I'm not talking Lon Chaney werewolves either. I'm talking American Werewolf in London werewolves. Hairy, clawed, fanged, and terrifying. Monsters are real, and count yourself lucky that you never run into one.
Me, I'm not so lucky. Or maybe I am. It's hard to say now. Hindsight being 20/20 and all that shit. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me go back to the beginning. I'm going to tell you a story you won't believe about werewolves that are definitely not real except they totally are.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Zack Wilson, and I'm a freshman at a large midwestern college. I'm a performing arts major with an emphasis in dance. I grew up in Illinois, in a distant suburb of Chicago. I'm 18, 5'10" 175 pounds, with what I'm told, is a tight, athletic build. You would probably say I'm more of a twink than a jock. However, I might just surprise you. I got skills. And I can certainly dance your ass off.
Interesting fact: I'm adopted. I know next to nothing about my birth parents, except that I was found at the scene of a terrible car accident where my birth mother was killed. I survived. Mysteriously, they found no ID, no records of her or my identity. So I started life as a John Doe.
Despite all that random tragedy, I've had a pretty great life so far. I have wonderful adoptive parents who love and support me. I fell in love with dance at an early age, and was blessed with a natural grace and skill. I came out as gay in High School and aside from the usual assholes, I didn't have too many problems. When it came time to think about college, I wanted to have the experience of leaving the nest. I am a good student and a great dancer, so I had options. I found a good sized midwestern school with an excellent performing arts program, and away I went.
When I arrived, I threw myself into school. Classes were challenging, and I made some new friends. I started connecting with some of the other performing arts students. Got involved in the campus LGBTQ club. No romance yet, but I was open to the prospect.
It was the weekend before Halloween when my friend Jessica talked me into going to my first college party. It was a big bonfire party held off campus, and thrown by some of the upper-classmen in the theater department. Apparently it was a yearly tradition and one of the biggest parties of the year. I was reluctant, as I'm not exactly the outdoorsy type. My idea of camping is a hotel without room service. Smelling of wood smoke and cheap beer is not really my thing, but Jessica twisted my arm and teased me with the promise of cute boys. My kryptonite. Honestly, my college dating life had been nonexistent so far, so I was definitely ready to meet someone new. Or at least hook up.
And that's how I found myself out in the middle of nowhere at a party in the woods. I reluctantly have to admit, it was fun. The atmosphere was perfect for the halloween season. It was a cool late October night, with a full moon just rising above the horizon. There was a large clearing where the bonfire had been set. The music was good, with a DJ playing some boppin tunes, giving me a chance to show off my moves. The beer was bad but plentiful. The weed was good and also plentiful! There were plenty of new people to meet, and even a few guys who seemed interested! Over all, it was exactly how I pictured my first real college party.
Just as I was starting to feel grateful to Jessica for bringing me out here, she showed up with shots. Fucking shots. I should have known better (beer before liquor, you know the rest). But hey, it's a party, right? So I had a couple of shots, on top of the beers I had been drinking, and the weed. And from there things start to get a little fuzzy.
I distinctly remember needing to take a piss. There were port-a-potties available, but my drunk ass decided that I was not going to use them. After all, I was out in the woods. Just find a tree and let it go. But then I decided I needed to find the right tree. I wanted to make sure I had privacy. Using the flashlight on my cell phone, I made my way into the woods. The light from the party was quickly obscured by the trees, but I could still hear the music, so I figured I was good. I took my piss, then I started to make my way back to the party. By now, the shots were fired point blank in my brain. I mean, they were really hitting me. After some time, I don't know how long, I realized I was going the wrong way. So I turned around and headed in a different direction. I think I must have done this a few times. I wasn't panicked or anything, though. After all, it was a big party. I'd find it eventually. I remember getting tired and thinking I needed to rest for a few minutes.
The next thing I know, I'm waking up on the ground. I had passed out leaning against a tree. My body was cold and stiff, my mouth dry. I had to pee again. I had no concept of how much time had passed except the full moon was now high in the sky. I wasn't exactly sober but I was more sober. I groped my phone out of my pocket only to discover that it was dead. I guess I left the flashlight on. Fuck. I looked around and realized that I had no idea where I was. There was no sound from the party. No light except the bright moon over head. I stood up, using the tree for support as the ground tried to spin out from underneath me.
I took a step around the tree, and looked around to get my bearings. Ahead of me, there was a large clearing that looked like it was a field of some sort. It was in this area that a strange tableau presented itself. There was something in the clearing ahead of me, maybe 200 yards away. It was large and dark. Even with the brightness of the moon I couldn't make it out at first. This shape was hunched over something on the ground. An animal? I pressed my fingers into my eyes to try to clear my vision. The form moved, raising up into the air. In that moment, everything sprang into perfect clarity.
The thing in the clearing had to be an animal, but like no animal I had ever seen. It was huge, at least 7 feet tall. It had a canine head, but its body was humanoid, with long arms that ended in wicked looking claws. It was covered in dark fur. Its eyes shone bright in the moonlight. Its muzzle was covered in blood. The carcass of a deer lay at its feet. I was struck by the wrong-ness of it. Later I would think about the many animal characteristics it displayed without being any animal I could recognize.
