Hunter trotted through the snow in damp clothes which hung from him. The clothes quickly accumulated ice. But he needed them if ever he would meet humans. If he ever would in this empty cold land. He made a fateful decision to undress and shift into a werewolf, and then he could search for food. Water, snow, and ice were abundant. If he came across frozen lakes during his travels he could eat the snow.
It wasn’t water he needed. It was fresh meat. The burning and excruciating pain in his stomach weakened him. Never had he felt like this. His body stiffened and his movements slowed.
He never felt hunger before. He had been privileged and what Bane had said to him may have been true. “Spoiled. A rich werewolf who didn’t have to hunt for food. You never had a day in your life where you didn’t have meat to eat, or a warm place to sleep.” Bane’s envious voice resonated in Hunter’s mind.
Hunter is determined to prove Bane wrong, and he would find a way to survive if just to hunt him down to see the look on his face when he would make him pay for what he did to his mother, and for the anguish he caused him and his family.
Now more than ever, Hunter is appreciative of his father, and how he demonstrated how to hunt, and hammered the lessons of his ancestors the wolves, to eat what he killed. He raised his head, and the distinct smell of a young deer sailed across with the wind. Hunter stood, his nose in the air, then he broke into a run. Using his sense of smell, his keen hearing, and the natural instincts he was born with, he spotted his prey quickly.
This wasn’t something he relished doing. When his father first set him to hunt, he found it barbaric, but now he understood his father’s teachings because it became a necessity when survival was his aim in life. He would either die, or he had to kill to survive. And so he did kill from need.
Not wanting to stay out in the cold, he ate part of the deer and took the rest to his little cave in the side of the mountain. He expected to have enough fresh meat to make it down south where there were humans.
Hunter pulled the remainder of the small deer with his teeth, across the snow, leaving a trail of blood to his hiding place. He tried covering it and thought that the falling snow and melting ice would hide the blood. Still weak from the ordeal at the lake and chasing down the deer, he made it to the cave and dropped the meat alongside himself on the frozen floor.
Glancing around, he saw a bed of leaves and pelts of different animal skins. He took no thought to who the cave belonged to. It was his now and it would take a fight to roust him out of it. Dog tired and weak he collapsed on it.
When he glanced up, standing over him was a woman. Not any woman, but a werefemale. Tall but not regal. Pretty but not beautiful. Shapely but not the kind of female he would find attractive. At first he didn’t know if she recognized her kind.
She wasn’t afraid of him, or maybe she was too hungry to care. She moved in the direction of his meat. He snarled at her to back her up, but that didn’t work. She cautiously advanced in his direction. Then he flashed all his gleaming polished canines, but that didn’t deter her from her mission.
When she reached the deer, she stood smiling at him. That’s when Hunter knew that she was aware that he was a werewolf. He backed away to the wall of the cave and shifted into a man.
“What are you doing here?” Hunter asked her.
“This is my cave. I come here when I don’t want to be bothered,” the werefemale said. She was an attractive werefemale. Long dark straight hair and dark eyes. Her breasts were large and full unlike Katie’s. Her hips round and attractive. Hunter’s desire was boiling under the full Moon.
Through his struggles he had forgotten about the full Moon. But his body never forgot the feelings he received when he was with Katie, and his body hungered for that again.
He never ceased to think about the satisfaction of his first sexual arousal and encounter with Katie. It was always on his mind. It was something special to him. She was his first and he will never forget it and her. But there was too much to think about now. Survival was all that was on his mind the whole time he had been to Alaska. There was too many other things to think about so he tried to put Katie out of his mind. But she lingered there and when he felt down he would think of her and smile.
Never expecting to see a female, human, or werefemale his age, he would be attracted to, brought a warm passionate feeling over him. He wasn’t sure he could have affections for her. But then he didn’t want her. He wanted Katie. His body wanted and needed the werefemale not his mind.
Unsure of why he was drawn to this werefemale he couldn’t resist her sexuality. It was as if he was drawn to something that controlled him. Something more. Something strange. He tried to reason it out. The more he resisted the werefemale the more he was drawn in by some inexplicable force.
“What’s your name?” he asked gazing into her dark eyes.
“I’m called Soiree. What’s your name,” she said sitting next to him, and reaching for the fresh killed meat, thrusting it into her mouth in large pieces as she chewed it and swallowed it quickly.
“My name is Hunter. Do you have a pack near here?”
“Not too far,” Soiree said devouring another piece of meat. She glances up at him. “I can take you there tomorrow. Tonight I’m tired. I have been out hunting all day and found nothing.” “Are there weremales in your pack?”
“Yes. There are four males and another female,” She said glancing into his blue eyes eating quickly. She must be starving, Hunter thought.
“Why would they send you out alone?”
“Because I bring back meat. I don’t eat it all like the males. And I’m a better tracker and hunter then they are,” she said smiling.
She watched at his scar on his hip. “How did you get that?” Her finger and long nails traced the length of the scar.
“From hunters or poachers out to kill wolves from airplanes. They are nothing but cowards,” Hunter said looking down at the scar.
She watched at him with her dark eyes. She was pretty in a strange way. She didn’t have an innocent look about her like Katie. She may have been younger than she looked. Living in the wild frozen wilderness may have something to do with her matured face.
“Can I sleep with you tonight? It’s cold and I have no clothes with me,” Soiree said.
When they had eaten most of the caribou, Hunter tried to save some for his travels. Soiree lay on the side of Hunter’s naked body. Her warm nude body appealing to his senses. It aroused his young spirit. She held him around his waist when he turned his back to her. Trying not to let her affect him, but to no avail his arousal is apparent. Then she released him and lay on her back. The warmth of her body on his back and butt left him, and he tried not to look at her, but his nature and the moon was too strong, and she was more than willing to let him have her. He turned looking up at the ceiling of the cave, then he laid on his back.
Lying on the soft bed of leaves, trying not to think about Soiree next to him, he put his arms behind his head. Before he could stop Soiree or say stop, she leaned over him reaching for his penis and began stroking it up and down as she gazed into his blue eyes.
It took only a few seconds for him to become aroused. She glanced at him and then lay on her back, but then to Hunter’s surprise, she leapt up on all fours and turned her behind to him. It was wide and tempting to his nature. He became more aroused the longer she remained in that position. For a young wolf who had only one encounter with a female, watching at her naked with her ass to him is shocking as well as enticing.
“This is the way a real werewolf fucks a werefemale. Take me from behind,” she begged him. Hunter had never had a woman like this. It wasn’t civilized he thought. But then he wasn’t in civilization. He was in a cave in the middle of nowhere. She had prepared him by stroking him. Because of his youth, he was always ready since he became a yearling. Now he’s eager to take this werefemale and satisfy his yearning for sex.
He closed his eyes. Now he was lying in his bed lying over Katie, placing his penis in her tender virgin opening. But it wasn’t Katie. He had been summoned to have intercourse with the werefemale in a position he never thought to do with Katie.
Placing his hands on her butt he found himself taking his cock and plunging it into her willing werefemale opening. The feeling he got from Katie was different than the one he got from Soiree. She obviously has had many such encounters and he felt the difference.
The satisfaction although different was complete.
The moon had drawn on his desire for sex, and he had to answer its call. Hunter hadn’t learn to control his desires as his father had instructed. Wilder did say one day he would need to learn to control that deep dark yearning for sex.
Wilder didn’t have time to teach that lesson. Hunter had to learn that on his own. Wilder assumed it would be the natural course of life as a werewolf. If Hunter didn’t learn to control his nature, it would control him to his detriment.
Hunter is in the wild now, and the only lessons to learn at this moment is to hunt, eat, and fuck. He continued thrusting his large manhood into her warm inviting body, and when he pulled out, he had satisfied himself, and she fell on her stomach, knowing that she had enticed Hunter to give her food when she needed it, and when she couldn’t hunt.
There was no cuddling with Soiree. There was no telling her that he was in love because she didn’t understand the concept of love. “That’s a man’s concept,” Bane had said to him when Hunter pleaded to be returned home because he didn’t want to leave Katie. “She is my mate and I love her,” he said to Bane. Only human females like Katie wanted to hear that they are loved.
“Werefemales in the wild will do their duty when werewolves are in need. They have their motives. Don’t be swayed by their affectionate natures. They will fornicate with any werewolf for food and shelter,” Hunter’s father had said to him.
Soiree knew his need and she thought it was her duty to satisfy his appetite for sex. And in return he would feed her when she was hungry and when she couldn’t hunt. That was the law of the wild. That was the law of these werewolves and that’s where Soiree belonged, to the wild, and to her pack. She would serve her pack in the best way she knew how.
For now, Hunter had to abide by that law. He is a stranger in her land. He had been born into wealth and privilege. Never had he slept in a cold cave on leaves. Hunter glanced around at the small space of the cave. His father’s cave was nothing like this, he thought. He glanced around staring at a sleeping and satisfied werefemale.
He would go with her back to her territorial cave for now, and hunt for her and feed her when necessary, and when he is stronger, and could determine where he is, he could try to get home.