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Chapter 5

"THEY DID WHAT?" Master's anger was so fearsome that he threw a chair against the wall and splintered it to pieces. "They forget themselves! They shall pay for their insolence!" He began breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

"I killed them," Tammy said when her master calmed down enough to take notice.

"All of them?" Master asked with a mixture of pride and horror in his face.

"Both of the ones on me," she admitted as she lost most of her arrogant posturing. "Another one was running away with video of the whole thing ... I had to get his phone ... so ..."

"So you killed him too," Master finished. Tammy nodded. "I see." His voice had returned to its normal calm and he stared at her for a time before continuing. "Sit with me. Give me your thoughts."

This was a ritual they had done before. It was intimate and not something she was overly comfortable with, but she obeyed. Master shifted into his werewolf form while Tammy remained human. Master then sat with his legs crossed then Tammy sat in his lap and leaned back against his chest. Clawed fingers pressed gently against her temples and the spot between her eyes, called the third eye.

For a time they simply sat that way, breathing deeply and trying not to let their emotions get in the way. Then Tammy was back in the quad. Her conversation with Angela blurred through her mind as well as her boredom with PASS. The snarling tone of the rapists came into her mind and she was not sure if they had been wolves or men.

Clammy hands grabbed her body and she struggled. Putrid penises pressed against her but she fought ... thrashed ... changed. She killed them. First one and then the other. Wind whistled by her ears as she sailed through the air. Knees crushed the ribs, broke the spine, and fists pulverized the prey until he was no more.

Ansa! Why is he here? What does he want? What is his real motivation! Scum! Predator! Poacher! Eater of babies! Render of- The link suddenly severed and the vision was over.

"Master?" Tammy asked in barely a whisper. "What did Ansa do to you?"

"It is an old wound," he told her gently, but she could feel his pain. "Before the treaty."

"I see," Tammy said.

"You have done well," Master said, changing the conversation. "Protecting your pack mate and achieving victory in battle is the height of what our people used to achieve. This event was terrible ... but you have made me proud."

Master's words did not match his face. His scent was not the one she had grown accustomed to reading. Emotions etched into his body did not fade and Tammy could not tell which ones were dominant. Pride. Pain. Shame.

"I'm sorry, Master," Tammy said. "Ansa said we broke the law by killing those men. He said we would be killed if we weren't ... cubs."

"Yes," Master said and his massive arms wrapped around Tammy and squeezed her against his body. "I am responsible for your actions. Ansa cleaned up after me and thus I owe him a boon."

Tammy pulled away from her master, turned to face him but remained on her knees. "What shall we do next?"

Amber eyes held her in place as Masters showed her many conflicting emotions. Tammy understood he was thinking, but his hesitation always unnerved her.

"We might have to move," he finally spoke with much dread. "This hunting ground will surely be investigated by the authorities. You two will most likely be questioned because of your ... relationship."

"My ... sister?" Tammy asked with a tilt of the head.

"Your lover." Tammy had been trying to avoid that thought because it cut through her emotional defenses and made her feel vulnerable. Master's words had grabbed those emotions and brought them to the front of her mind. A dull ache began to burn in her stomach and Tammy wondered if she might throw-up.

"Master, are you leaving us?" Angela asked with panic in her voice. Master looked at the ground and did not speak. "No, you can't!"

"No," Tammy snarled, rising up to one knee as she clenched her fists and trembled. "You're our master. You can't just leave us." She kept her voice level but her insides were screaming. She did not want to lose him just because she screwed up. Her failure should not break up their family like this.

"I do not know," he finally said. Angela began to weep. Tammy sucked her sob back but the tears still surfaced.

"We're not done!" Tammy shouted and then immediately regretted it.

"You forget yourself," her master said through narrowed eyes.

"So have you," Tammy managed to say with more control. "You have to finish your work with Angela and I know you're not done training me. I don't know why you need us, but you can't just throw us away. We need you, Master, and you need us."

It took a great deal of effort to say such things to him, but he gave her a small smile.

"Are you willing to leave your entire life for me?" he asked with sadness to his voice. "Will you leave this school and all of your friends? Are you willing to abandon your parents and not speak to them again?"

"N-nooo," Angela moaned as she fell to her knees.

"Yes we are," Tammy said as she crossed the room and cradled Angela. "As long as we're together-"

"Are you sure?" Master cut her off and Tammy let out a dark chuckle.

"You need to be stronger, Master." The alpha's fur bristled at the statement but she pushed forward before he could lash out. "We're not strong enough to survive without you, yet. If you just run away and abandon us then we're dead."

"You think that is all this is about?" Master said with a furrowed brow. "You have no idea what will happen if we are found here."

"Then we need to make sure we're not found," Tammy said with as much stoic ferocity as she could manage. "What are you preparing us for? What happened at the gathering of packs? I know you have something in mind for us. You magic types always do things in threes. Are we supposed to find a third and bring her into the pack?"

"Careful," Master warned, "you're so sharp you'll cut yourself."

"So that's it," Tammy said as she rubbed Angela's back and forced herself to focus on the puzzle before her. "What else do I need to know?"

"There will be another gathering in five years," Master said after he considered his words. "The original plan was for you to graduate and then be presented to the packs. Then we would retire to our sacred den and I would remove the thrall enchantment."

"Then we would raise a family together," Tammy said softly.

"R-really?" Angela gasped as she wiped her red eyes and turned to their master. "You ... we'll have pups together?"

"Yes," Master said quietly. "We've been at peace for a long time. Nearly all of the packs are being given breeding permissions. We're all out looking for potential mates."

"What will our children be like?" Angela asked. "Will they be born werewolves? Will they look like puppies until they're old enough to shapeshift?"

"That is exactly what will happen," Master told them and his satisfaction was obvious. Angela let out a squeal of delight and even Tammy beamed thoughts of children. When did I become the one who looked forward to having kids? I never wanted that in the past!

"That's worth fighting for," Tammy finally said as she drew Angela to her feet. "We're a pack and a family. I don't want anything else. And if you run away, Master, I'll hunt you down and kick your ass."

There was an attempt at scolding but he began to laugh. The tension broke and they all joined him. All three came together in a pack hug which they maintained for several seconds. "Alright," he whispered, "you win. But we'll need to be careful. I will commune with Ansa and we'll figure out how to deal with this."

"He scares the crap out of me," Tammy said and her master scrunched up his face in annoyahnce.

"He should," he told them and the females. "He's stronger than me. He killed several of my friends ... and I returned the favor."

"You were at war?" Tammy asked.

"Yes," Master said. "That is why we do not kill each other now."

"Because there's a treaty," Tammy said softly.

"He told you," Master said.

"He did."

"What do you want us to do?" Tammy asked as her courage won out over her fears.

"Train," Master told them. "Also, you will quit that foolish club."

"No!" Angela barked and both of her pack mates blinked at her. "I mean ... wouldn't it be better to have the local humans searching for other monsters but ... you know ... not looking for us?"

"Why in the hell would we want that?" Master asked dangerously.

"Well," Angela hedged, "they're all into werewolves but they're also into ghosts, and stuff. Besides, you're still looking for a third! Heather would make a great third and the group is kind of like her pack! You should see her! She's fearsome, protective, and kind of like an alpha! Plus ... I want to join them in their haunted house trip."

"Oh?" Tammy and Master asked in exactly the same tone.

"Yeah," Angela said sheepishly. "Pleeeaaase? They plan on looking for trouble and I can steer them away from us. Besides ... what if another supernatural actually does enter our territory? They might sneak up on us ... but PASS can find them and maybe direct attention away from us."

"And?" Master said and his will was so forceful that both of his thralls stepped back from him.

"And ... I ... really want to fuck Heather." Angela turned bright red and her blond hair looked as if it might burst into flames. Master rumbled with laughter and he shook his head.

"I have not yet found my third," the werewolf said, "but I am willing to give Heather another look."

"Oh, thank you Master!" Angela gushed and she rushed in to hug her master as hard as she could. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"There, there," he said as he stroked her blond hair affectionately. "But now we must go into the wild together."

"Time to train?" Tammy asked with a fearsome grin.

"Yes," Master said grimly. "Come ... there is much to do."

*****

Everything aches. Everything is loud and smells bad. These wolf senses are way too sensitive. God ... damn these fucking kids smell like shit! I'll never be able to eat fast food again ... it smells like a rotten corpse. Oh ... oh shit ... WHAT is THAT?

"Ansa?" The question caused the young man to turn and Tammy realized he looked only a little older than she was. Oh god ... he smells like sex and death. Different from Master but ... god I want to fuck him! Tammy's head swirled with the intensity of her desires but she pulled herself together and forced herself to stand straight. Dozens of questions sprang into her mind, but they were in the Student Center so she moved over to the towering African prince and kept her voice low. "Thank you ... for helping us out last week."

"Oh?" Ansa asked with a furrowed brow. "Yah thought I did it to help yah be safe?"

"I don't care why you did it," Tammy told him firmly but without heat. "The fact is you did help us out ... and I never said thank you."

The eyes of the werelion were dark and terrible. Tammy's inner she-wolf wanted to roll onto her back, expose her throat, and whimper. Tammy's inner bitch wanted to flash her ass at him and beg him to mount her ... thrusting again and again as she spilled into a screaming orgasm. Fortunately, part of her training had been in how to resist the charms of other supernatural creatures so she stood her ground and tried not to tremble.

"It be notin,' mon," Ansa finally said as his body language looked a little embarrassed. "We all fall togetha,' yahh?"

"Yeah," Tammy said with a nod of her head; then she shifted her body language into something a little more flirtatious. "I don't get your accent."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Tammy said and she paused to consider her words. "You sound a little Jamaican but you're from Africa, right?"

"Botswana an' South Africa," he said with a nod. "De Jamaican accent be good for de States. Sometin' 'bout it set's people at their ease."

"I see," Tammy said with a nod. "It's cute. I like it."

Ansa blinked at her statement then threw back his head. The boom of his laughter hurt Tammy's ears but she could not help but join him. When the laughter died down there was very little background noise to fill it in. Tammy glanced around and realized most of the people around them had frozen and were staring like deer in the headlights of a truck.

"I like yah, girly," Ansa said as he touched her firmly on the shoulder. "I'd plow yah fields an' add yah to me pride but de rules say no. Still ... yah be ah good girl an' I likes yah." He looked at his watch and made a chuffing sound. "Balls ... I gots ta go. Stay sexy, mon."

Ansa smiled at her and then walked away like the king of the savannah. Tammy suddenly realized she was blushing furiously and holding her books in front of her chest like a nervous high schooler. Then her mind decoded his parting words. Plow me and add me to his pride? Oh ... shit. A shiver of raw lust rippled through her and she was suddenly aware of how soaked her panties felt. Damn-it girl! Pull yourself together!

Willpower came to bare and prevented her from doing anything that might embarrass her any more than she already was.

Great ... Master took us out into the woods and trained us in the ways of the wild. Now I've got almost-wolf senses even in my human form. Naturally, Ansa smells completely different from Master but his pheromones still lube me up. I wonder what would happen if I fucked him? Should I bring Angela? Tammy shook her head and mentally swatted herself on the nose with a newspaper. Down, girl. Class first ... then go home and fuck your pack until you pass out.