Hucow Training Novels & Stories

Lilac wobbled on her four feet but did not fall as she sank into a defensive crouch. On Harriet’s command the other trainer’s began to shift, Hakeem included. His massive mahogany wolf stood off to the side, it’s eyes on Lilac. If I didn’t know any better, they seemed lit with a myriad of respect and deeply seeded worry. When the first wolf approached Lilac, it’s lips peeled back and teeth bared, I sank to the ground and waited for the fight to begin. Forty-five minutes later and I’d cursed no less than one hundred times, tore half the bark off the unfortunate tree I hid behind, and contemplated the murder of each and every trainee in the class.

They deserve better. Hugging, with promises to see each other again soon we left the wonderful Kharkov girls and the home comforts of Cragstone. Instead Briss and I lead the men to a white-walled compound to start the back-breaking training. Running, weights, sparring, defensive teamwork, offensive attacking, scouting, tracking. Sweat drained down their bodies but we had no choice. Time was of the essence. The red-haired Huxley proved himself an absolute beast, his red wolf bigger than Alpha Cillians. Tucker’s jet black beast shimmers ferociously with the longest teeth I’ve ever seen. Easton, despite being short and squat, absolutely flattened me.

“I do not want him near any of my best friends because he is a—” “A what?” Hu’s voice cuts through the air like a blade. We all turn at once. He stands there with Ruby wrapped around him like a damn parasite. Hana’s jaw clenches. “Ruby,” she grits out. Ruby flashes her a smug smile. A tense silence stretches between all five of us, and Wendy keeps darting her gaze away. Finally, Hu breaks it. “We have training Saturday morning at the arena in the estate,” he states coldly, his eyes locked on me. “Be there. Don’t make me wait.” His tone is cold, and his face bears no emotion.

Mirco then sat on the previous seat I was sitting at a while ago. He started to eat, ignoring everyone else. I did the same even with the itchy feeling I am currently holding in and then eventually, all the people at our table did the same. "Are there any subjects that require physical activities like the one we had earlier?" I asked Kayne. He nodded, "We have the WTP here too." "WTP?" I asked, brows knitted together. "Werewolves Training Program. That's where they teach us how to control our inner wolves, as well as other related things to our wolves."

I stammered, "W-what is going on here? Are these people..." "Hucows, yes," Easton said proudly. "Some women are just built for this line of work. They make delicious human milk - there's quite a profitable market for it, y'know." I felt my face burning with embarrassment, but I couldn't look away. A farmhand was inspecting the hucows in their stalls. He was well-built with short cropped hair and a square jaw. Suddenly, he pulled down his jeans and released his massive hard cock, positioning himself behind one of the women.