All characters conducting sexual activity are over 18 years of age. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. Please enjoy the first installment of FtI!
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Prelude
September 2000
Vivian frowned heavily. It was midmorning and the sun hadn't quite chased away the nip in the air as she wrapped her arms around herself and pursed her small heart shaped lips. She was eight going on twenty-eight, her mother always said, and had the opinions to prove it. The other little girls around her had hushed their playground banter and gathered curiously behind her, peeking out from behind Vivian's dark brown pigtails to catch a glimpse of what was unfolding before them. It was unusual for so many cars to be visiting the compound, and even the children knew something was peculiar about today.
From inside the main hall, but a few hundred meters away from the playground, a large white haired man surrounded by a handful of equally large younger men moved towards the caravan. The adults in the surrounding area immediately quieted and lowered their heads in the briefest of bows to their Alpha.
The four cars came to a stop in front of their welcoming party as a man in his mid-forties with sandy blonde hair stepped out. Vivian knew immediately he must be very important for the Alpha to greet him personally.
Vivian peeked over to where her mother and twin sister were sitting underneath the shade of a live oak tree, her mother, Teresa, staring daggers at her young daughter to behave. She had just shifted from her wolf form after spending the morning sunbathing, and her matching dark hair was tousled around her pretty round face, reaching down past her full breasts and tickling the base of her spine. Victoria, Vivian's younger twin sister by four minutes, sat quietly between her mothers bare legs. Tori had always been shy unlike her sister, and Vivian's antics made her anxious.
The slamming of the car doors brought Vivian back to the procession. Alpha Latross smiled broadly at the sandy haired man and shook his hand eagerly, and Vivian suddenly got a better glance at the men surrounding her Alpha and immediately recognized her own father, Thomas, who was a Beta in their pack.
Without thinking, Vivian popped up and sprinted over to greet her father. She heard the car door open, but paid little heed to it. She only made it about halfway before something caught her attention from the corner of her eye, and suddenly she was flat on her back on the ground!
The air had been rushed from her lungs and there was a heavy weight on her chest making it difficult to get a full breath in. There was something warm and tense above her, she was about to shove back against it when the sandy haired man barked an order loudly, "Joseph! Remove yourself immediately from that child!" All Vivian could see was a great mop of hair, and his weight was too great for her to push him off, no matter how hard she pushed. "Get off me!" she squealed, wishing her voice was more menacing than just a surprised squeak.
Joseph, as he seemed to be called, refused to budge. Suddenly, the blonde man appeared and wrenched the boy off of her, and she gulped down her first full breath since being tackled. Sitting up on her elbows, she stared into the same sandy colored hair as the man giving orders, but only much smaller.
