Cameron and Jenifer lay in each other's arms, content to caress each other softly in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Their hands tenderly explored each other now that they could touch freely.
"Cameron," she said softly. "There are a few more things I need to tell you."
"Go ahead," he said, running his fingers through her long, luxurious, black hair.
"Now that you're a werewolf, you'll need to control your arousal in public. When you're sexually excited, you release a pheromone that human women can't resist. Your pheromones will affect female werewolves too, but not to the same extent.
"You can still have sex with human girls, but you won't get any of them pregnant. You can only breed with another werewolf. Females go into heat every three months for about a week," she said. "It's the only time a werewolf can get pregnant. The heat cycles of the female members of a pack tend to sink up, so we're in heat at the same time."
"When does the next cycle start?" he asked.
"In about a month," she responded. "Trish, Beth, and I will start our cycles within a day or two of each other."
"Okay," he mentally noted the date. "Why does Tyler force sex on all of you? I thought wolves were monogamous and mated for life."
"That may be true of wolves," she answered, "but you need to understand that we're not just wolves. We're werewolves, and that means we are as much human as wolf. We feel hatred, greed, envy, lust, and every other human emotion on top of our wolf instincts."
"Love too?" he asked softly.
"Yes, love too," she said, squeezing him tight.
"What else do I need to know?" he asked.
"You have to remember to hunt only south of town. That's why you saw me on your family's land," she said.
"Why only south of town?"
"Because Tyler's father is the Alpha of a large pack in the city, and they hunt the lands north of town all the way to the city," she explained. "His father doesn't know he started his own pack. Tyler says his father and his pack will kill us all if they learn about us."
"His father doesn't live here?" he asked.
"No. Tyler and his mother live in that mansion on Oak Lane, but his father lives in the city."
"Is Tyler's mother a werewolf too?"
Jenifer nodded. "Tyler says he's pure-born, so she has to be a werewolf. I've never met her, though. She never leaves the mansion and we're not allowed to go there. I think Tyler's afraid she would tell his father if she found out about us."
"Let's say I defeat Tyler and free all of you. What's to stop Tyler from telling his father about our pack then?" he asked.
"I honestly don't know," she said with a worried look on her face.
"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Cameron said in a soothing tone. "Is there any thing else?"
"Oh yes," she replied. "Don't be surprised if you only need a few hours of sleep a night. Now that your change is complete, you won't sleep much. Leaves us more time to hunt, I guess."
"Okay."
"And you have to hunt tonight because the moon will be full tomorrow."
"I almost forgot about that," Cameron nodded. "Let's figure out a plan to free the others first, then we'll hunt."
They spent the next hour plotting; taking turns throwing out ideas and discarding the ones that were too risky. They finally agreed that he would free Beth and Trish first since the girls had to be freed one at a time. If they were lucky, the loss of the girls would throw Tyler off-balance enough that he'd recklessly attack without taking the time to prepare. If Tyler decided to play it smart, Cameron would have to force a confrontation.
Satisfied with their plans, the two of them changed forms and began to hunt. Cameron had never felt such exhilaration. His blood pumped through his veins like lava, burning with the need to kill. The wind in his face as he ran naked beside Jenifer in half-wolf form thrilled him to his core. He didn't know one animal scent from another, so he followed Jenifer's lead.
She picked up the scent of a rabbit and nodded to him. He took the lead and flew through the forest, the scent burning in his nostrils. He closed in and caught sight of the rabbit. Realizing the danger, the small animal darted into the underbrush, forcing Cameron to crash through the shrubs hot on its tail. The rabbit changed direction impossibly fast as he closed in. He muttered a curse when his momentum carried him past the nimble-footed animal.
He scrabbled to a stop and then resumed the chase. This time he was ready when the rabbit tried the same trick. His clawed hand shot out with supernatural speed and snatched the rabbit as he thundered past. When his teeth closed on the rabbit and he felt its lifeblood flowing into his mouth, he felt more alive than he ever had before.
Cameron kissed Jenifer tenderly after they dressed and said their goodbyes. He got home with enough time to catch a few hours' sleep, but spent an hour staring at the ceiling, thinking of everything that could go wrong with their plan to confront Tyler. Even if by some miracle everything went perfectly, he still might have to face Tyler's father and his pack. He finally slipped into a troubled sleep.
* * * *
Cameron and Jenifer ignored each other at school the next day, putting the first steps of their plan into action. He chatted with Sarah, and Jenifer stayed with Tyler's group. At lunch, in the cafeteria, their eyes met across the student-filled room. She nodded almost imperceptibly.
'Good,' he thought. She had managed to convince Tyler to let Beth and Trish go to her house that night instead of hanging with the boys. So far so good.
He had no classes with Tyler, John, or Allen, but had fifth period English IV with Jenifer. The day had been going smoothly until she came into class wearing a miniskirt that did nothing to hide her sumptuous legs, and a sleeveless low-cut shirt that only accentuated the loveliness of her ample breasts. She had pulled her long black hair into a ponytail and her wonderful scent wafted its way to him through the crowded classroom.
His nose was soon focused on the unique and delicious fragrance that was Jen and Jen alone. He kept slipping glances at her, remembering how just a few hours ago he had held those breasts in his hands and buried his cock deep inside her. His cock began to harden in his jeans, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat.
He was jolted from his less than pure thoughts when Leanne, the girl sitting on his left, slipped a folded piece of paper onto the edge of his desk. He was startled to see a phone number and the words "Call me" scribbled on the note. He looked at her and she winked at him seductively.
He felt something touch his shoulder and turned to his right. Missy Evans was leaning over her desk with her dainty hand resting on him. "Cameron, I think need some help with our English homework. Will you come over and help me after school?" she asked, shooting Leanne a hate-filled look.
"Pay attention, people," Mr. Hartford said loudly before resuming his lecture on subject-verb agreement.
Cameron glanced at Jenifer. She mouthed, "Control yourself."
It took a supreme effort with Jenifer's scent still lingering in the air, but he managed to suppress his arousal and got through the sixth and seventh periods incident free.
He gave Sarah a ride home after school. She stared out the passenger window of his Impala without speaking. Ordinarily, he'd be feeling horny just being with her, but something was clearly bothering her, and concern kept his arousal at bay. She remained silent all the way to her house. He pulled into her driveway and threw the classic car into park.
"What's wrong, Sarah?" he asked, taking her hand in his.
"Something weird happened in last hour Chemistry," she said, pulling her hand away.
"What was it, baby?" he asked, wondering what it could be.
"Missy Evans and Leanne Spencer got into a fight in the middle of class," she answered.
"Why?" he asked with feigned ignorance.
"You tell me," she said.
"How would I know?" he asked.
"They were fighting over
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