7. Seeking Answers

Bjorn awoke the next morning resolved to understand what he’d gotten himself into. His girlfriend was clearly a werewolf, formally initiated into her pack. And now he may become a werewolf himself.

Chelsea’s father, David Pendergast, had suggested that Bjorn speak to his soothsayer, Mr. Gregory Rosewood, at his bookstore downtown. Bjorn had been in the bookstore before, Delphine’s Crystal Emporium, but had never interacted with Mr. Rosewood himself. The eccentric old man had told Bjorn that his family was an ancient clan of werewolf hunters.

It looked like Bjorn was hunting…himself?

He shook his head as he tossed aside the sheets. Chelsea, laying flat on her tummy, turned her head to him. She had guilt in her eyes, and she reached out and clutched Bjorn’s arm. “B…” was all she said. 

He looked at her for a long moment, trying to decide if he was angry, disgusted, or accepting of her apology. She couldn’t help that she’d become a werewolf, and it wasn’t her fault that her teen pussy had been pounded last night by a well-hung stud in front of her entire pack, all while straddling Bjorn’s cock. He was embarrassed and humiliated, and not sure why.

“What have I gotten myself into?” he asked, laying back down and brushing her long, wavy brown hair away from her face. She was gorgeous, and even just being this close to such a beautiful woman was an honor. She was also barely legal, and he was roughly the same age as her father. Surely this wasn’t a sustainable relationship.

And yet, he felt an emotional pull in his chest as he lay beside her, as if his heart was telling him that she was the one.

Chelsea smiled delightfully, rolling over and pulling him closer. “Bjorn, what’s happening here?” she whispered as he climbed onto her body, faces just inches apart. 

He brushed his lips across her cheek, and she leaned her head back, offering him her slender neck. He bit down on it, nibbling as he worked his way down her body, over her chest, and onto her cute little boobs. Her nipples were hard and delicious. He continued down her belly, sliding his tongue into her belly button and taking little nips of skin. Finally he pushed her legs back, and slid his tongue between her furry teen lips. He was going to have his fill of her for breakfast, and then he was going to reclaim what the Alpha had taken last night. She belonged to Bjorn, not some macho asshole, and Bjorn was going to stake his claim over this young female.

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Bjorn pulled his Jeep into a parking spot just outside Delphine’s Crystal Emporium, and sat looking at the storefront windows for several moments. The store was a mix of hippie crystals and incense, and bookshelves of tattered old tomes most people never read. Bjorn had always wondered how stores like this stay in business, and Delphine’s had been a staple of Bender, Colorado for nearly fifty years. 

Copper Himalayan ox bells chimed musically as Bjorn entered the store. Several young women perused the knicknacks on the store shelves. All of them were young college students, with poorly rolled dreads and tye-dyed shirts they’d made themselves. Bjorn chuckled, as he’d had a bunch of these girls when he was younger. Bender’s college scene often transitioned young women from their high school volleyball careers into temporary hippies, before they got their first real job and cleaned themselves back up. 

Bjorn couldn’t help himself. He moved towards the shelves where three young ladies were showing each other different pieces of cloth they could use to turn their jeans into bellbottoms. He got close enough to notice their lack of hygiene, as a strong smell of underarm body odor permeated the air around them like a noxious cloud. Most people find that smell of unwashed armpit offensive, but Bjorn’s cock instantly swelled, throbbing in his pants. He loved body hair and the pheromones coming off these ladies made him almost lose his mind. 

“Mr. Haraldsson?” A creaky old voice inquired, breaking the pungent spell the college girls had unknowingly cast. They glanced up, but to Bjorn’s dismay, they didn’t offer him their…services.

“Hello, Dr. Rosewood. Thank you for agreeing to meet me today.” Bjorn said, stopping his ruse of admiring crystals near the trio of young females. 

“Let’s talk about your family history. It’s time to find out what being descended from werewolf hunters really means.” 

At that, all three girls looked up at Bjorn, then at each other. Their jaws dropped at what they’d just heard.

Bjorn stood a little taller as he followed the older man towards the back of the store. But he made sure to cast a glance back at the three girls who were whispering to each other, watching him walk away. He tossed a wink, and all three smiled.