Page 7 of Feral Werewolves
It took a while to work itself out, but after enough women (and men, to be honest) got raped to death out in the country on full moons, people left voluntarily.
Lazarus shifted in the first wave. He was older than Paladin and me. I’d only shifted about ten years ago, Paladin even less, maybe eight. We’d been young, both fifteen or so when it happened.
Lazarus was in his early thirties. He’d been eighteen on the night of the Change. He’d killed his girlfriend, who’d been pregnant, barely pregnant. He said that he’d been freaked out, because they were too young, but that even so, he wasn’t sure that he wanted her to end the pregnancy, and then—
Anyway, all of that generation, the older wolves, they all seemed to have done some shit like that at the beginning. Being so brutal to people they cared about had donethingsto them. All of us out here, we were all fucked up, but they wereveryfucked up.
I thought that was why Lazarus liked it if I was in charge and made all the decisions even though he was older and wiser and probably stronger if it would come down to a fight.
“So,” I said to him, “you hear all that?”
He nodded.
“What do you think? Griff can’t be that whipped by this woman, can he?”
“Oh, definitely,” said Lazarus, chuckling, coming over to sit opposite me at the kitchen table. He picked up Jones’s beer and regarded it.
“You going to drink that after him?”
“Thinking about it,” he said. “You think I shouldn’t ‘cause I’ll get his cooties?”
“Yeah,” I snorted. “That’s it exactly.”
Lazarus upended the can into his mouth and drank it all down. Then he crushed it with one hand. “You think we should go this month?”
I touched my chest. “Me?”
“You see someone else here I’m asking?”
“I, uh, yeah.” I shrugged, looking down at the table. “Imean, they’re right. It won’t last, whatever it is with Griff and this woman. The men under him will revolt and probably kill him, and then all the women will go back there to be the sex slaves to the ruling class or whatever. But we get a window of opportunity to have a woman to ourselves. So, fuck yes, we should go.”
“But,” said Lazarus, crumpling the beer tighter, “if she mated one of us, then we’d probably get ourselves killed trying to protect her from them.”
“None of us is going to find a mate,” I said.
He shrugged, setting the crushed metal down on the table. “Nah, probably not.”
“And we wouldn’t get ourselves killed. We’d just let her go.”
“You’ve never had a woman at all, Kestrel,” he said.
“What the fuck, yes, I have,” I said. I’d been out here for ten years, that was a lot of full moons, a lot of tithes. I didn’t always go, but sometimes, like I said, couldn’t help myself. There were nights where I fucked four or five women, in fact.
“I mean, you’ve had sex with women, but that’s not the same.”
I rolled my eyes. Way to rub it in, Lazarus.
“What if they tried to take Paladin to be their sex slave?” he said.
I sighed. “Okay, I see your point. I would definitely get myself killed preventing that from happening. But that’s not a reason to not go nab a tithe to ourselves, Lazarus. This could be the only time we ever get to do that.”
Lazarus looked me over. “We, uh, the three of us, we almost never are all together.”
“Well, it’s happened,” I muttered. I distinctly remembered it, in fact. I remembered standing up, my hand in Paladin’s hair as he sucked me, and watching Lazarus’s thick cock going in and out of Paladin’s ass.
“Not while shifted,” he said. “I don’t know how well my wolf will stand down to yours in that situation.”
“We’ll be fair and equal about it, come on,” I said. “Noone’s ordering anyone around. It won’t be like that.”
