Chapter 11: Hot And Bothered Porter And Conway's Quarters, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Still finding himself frozen before the door to Conway Rollins' bedroom, Porter Fulton, had breathed a sigh of relief once his average-sized pale cock had been pulled from the confines of his blue jeans. It had throbbed and pulsed in the wake of his newfound arousal as he glared in longing at the scene before him. The pungent scent of the Omega's heated sex and the sensation of tension from Conway's rut-activated mind had been a strange combination, to say the least. Normally Porter had considered himself to have been something of a level-headed and rather considerate young man, but coming to this place, finding out his true nature, and the freedom it had brought in terms of his new life, he had been less inclined to be logical when his wolf brain had begun to take full effect. Porter found, the longer he stood stroking his throbbing cock and gazing rather

Chapter 13: Damaging Insights Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Oceanic blue eyes stared into the darkness of the rather impressive master bedroom of the apartment-like living quarters of Conway Rollins who had barely gotten a moment to come to his senses after the fog of lust had lifted from his wolfish brain before the door to his bedroom opened and Owen Clark strolled in. The thin pale blond had casually sashayed into his view and dropped his black satin robe revealing his pale bare naked body and smaller flaccid pale cock as he stood in the semi-darkness. The day had been winding down with the onset of nightfall as far as Conway could tell he had often dreaded when night fell as it made him uneasy. As the hulking brute sat at the edge of his massive red sheet-covered bed, Owen approached him rather slowly, his slender hips swaying from side to side, and his shapely pale arse had become more visible and prominent as he mo

Chapter 15: The Exotic Freak Show Attraction Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Blue eyes opened to a semi-darkened ceiling as a rather weary Conway Rollins found himself taking note of the weight of a soft warm body smelling of lilac, sweat, and the thick scent of sex clinging to him. He realized the body had been naked and that he had been without clothing as well. He could barely see his hand in front of his face as he took a moment to stroke his beard and recall just what he'd been up to now that the overwhelming fog of lust had dissipated. Conway sighed as he seemed to recall that he'd spent the better part of his night with his cock plunged deep into the tight warmth of the still-slumbering Owen Clark who had been purring in his sleep. Owen seemed to be at peace, at least for the time being as his weary blond head rested against the bare muscled chest of the newly awakened Conway. A bit of light shifting from the slumberin

Chapter 17: Training For The Packless The Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton hustled out the front door of his bungalow in a bid to make it to his first class of the day, Conway and Owen had been long gone starting their day much earlier than he had after he'd nearly overslept. According to his schedule, he'd been due for Werewolf Sensibility Training, and as a result, he found himself getting further and further away from Bungalow 13, and what looked to be the main part of the school in general, and headed towards the deep woods in accordance with where his lastest class was being taught. He could already smell the stench of werewolves as his nostrils flared and he became a bit uneasy. Porter made his way toward the edge of the woods noting the looming trees and the sound of rushing water that had been due to a nearby river as he came to an open spot with a good deal of shade and nine werewolves standing about chatting and looking in his

Chapter 19: The Implications Of The Knotting Tree The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Thunderous beating from the heart of a rather unkempt and wild-looking Conway Rollins seemed to get the undivided attention of a shaken but not at all broken Porter Fulton who had been quite fed up with his trek into the deep woods. He had lost sight of his class and knew next to nothing about navigation as far as the numerous and vastly similar-looking trees shrouded in near-total darkness had been concerned. Conway's blue eyes took in the sight of Porter Fulton as his nostrils flared with the scent of the woods and the desperate younger werewolf's scent as he glared at him through the shadow of the trees. He seemed oddly hopeful, possibly due to him finally getting a whiff of his abrasive natural scent on the wind. Conway had been moving before his mind could tell him otherwise, getting him closer and closer to where Porter had been unable to sh