Pack Initiation
By Erika L. Foster
The wolf lunged at its target, closing its jaw around the throat of the challenger. It slammed the other wolf to the ground and put a paw on its head. The wolf snarled and bit the challenger’s ear, then mounted it from behind. The challenger, now defeated, submitted to the alpha male’s display of dominance.
Around them, the pack howled.
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Chris awoke well into the day. He was human again, and his ass was killing him. He raised a hand to his head and gingerly felt his ear, torn up from where the Alpha had bitten him. He had been thoroughly proven that he was at the bottom of the pack, while everybody watched. He would never be able to face them again. Thankfully, no one was around—no one was there to catch him running away.
He travelled for three days before he realised he didn’t know where he was going. Chris wandered aimlessly, rummaging through trash cans and sucking cock in exchange for a place to sleep at night. He wasn’t used to dealing with humans, so he stuck to the shadiest parts of whatever town he was in. Chris might have been an omega, but he was still a werewolf, and so he was much larger than the average human. Very few people were willing to mess with a man of his bulk where he was, so no one dared to question when they saw him eating scraps of raw meat from the trash bin of a restaurant. He tried to keep to himself, tried to act civilized. It was tough, and he moved out of a town and on to the next as quickly as he could manage. During the day, Chris set off into the forest, trying to find hints of wolf activity. When he wasn’t tracking, he tried to talk to the local townspeople to milk them for potential gossip about people who went missing. The full moon was fast approaching, and wherever werewolf packs lived, humans in nearby towns often went missing around the full moon. Even Chris, separated from the influence of packmates, was slowly beginning to feel the wolf blood boil through his veins. He fled the city and headed deep into the forest, not wanting to give into his growing desire to take a human.
At night, Chris slept under the waxing moon. The evenings were getting cooler and longer. Chris had to find a pack fast, before winter came, or there was no way he would survive the snowy months. His searching got longer and more desperate. And one night, the full moon broke over the horizon, forcing Chris to succumb to the wolf.
The transformation was painful, Chris could transform at will but didn’t like to. The full moon forced him into becoming a wolf, though, and to lose every remaining shred of his humanity.
Chris hated the full moon.
The wolf body tore through his bones, twisting his face into a snout and stretching his teeth into razor-sharp fangs. Chris was forced down on his hands and knees as his limbs shortened and his hands morphed into paws. Silvery brown fur sprouted all over his skin, itching horribly. He bent up his hind leg in a desperate effort to scratch, gnawing at the places he couldn’t reach anymore. His animal instincts took over and he bounded through the forest, weaving in and out of the trees. The need to hunt was powerful, and he soon took down a large squirrel. It was the most he could manage—there were plenty of deer around, but he wouldn’t be able to get one by himself.
He needed to find a pack. And he needed to find it soon.
Being the wolf gave Chris the ability to run nearly endlessly, so he stayed in wolf form and covered huge tracts of land at night, listening desperately for a howl.
Then he heard it. Distant, nearly inaudible, but his ears pricked up and he definitely recognised it. A single howl, joined shortly by a chorus—a pack of werewolves announcing their presence. Instantly he began running in the direction of the sound, constantly straining to hear if they howled again. He ran for what felt like hours, then stopped by a creek to catch his breath. He cautiously trod over to the bank of the creek and lapped up some of the trickling water. His eyes darted around as he drank on the constant lookout for motion in the trees.
A sharp blow struck Chris in the side, forcing the wind out of him. His body flew several yards and landed hard on the ground.
Then teeth on his neck. There was a huge black wolf looming over him, his jaws firmly clamped around Chris’s throat. He snarled, the vibration reverberating through Chris’s body. He clenched his jaw and let his fangs tear Chris’s skin. Blood soon soaked his fur and the other wolf’s black muzzle. The stench of it was overwhelming.
Suddenly, the wolf let go. Chris’s head dropped heavily to the ground. He panted, fighting through the searing pain to keep his eye on the black wolf. Before his eyes, the wolf transformed. Before him now stood a tall black-haired man with serious features and a heavily scarred body. He crossed his arms over his wide chest and frowned.
“Transform right now,” ordered the man. Clearly he was an Alpha.
Chris lay still, unable to move. His eyes were still fixed on the werewolf. He was completely naked. His cock hung flaccid between his legs, though it looked like it could be monstrous when hard. His dick rested atop the two huge globes of his balls, covered in black hair. Chris closed his eyes.
“Did you hear me? Transform or I will kill you,” said the man.
Chris stood with a shudder, feeling his wounds pulse. Mustering a great amount of effort, he managed to turn back into his human form for the first time since before the full moon. His throat bled freely. He was lying prone, staring up through the trees at the empty night sky. The man stood over him.
“You’re not from here,” he said simply. He extended a hand, which Chris took, struggling to get up.
“No shit,” said Chris through gasps.
“Are you aware that you are trespassing on the territory of my pack?”