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The legends , the fairytales , the stories were told are fiction and make believe.  They’re all true. 

Every story that was ever told to me around a camp fire at night by my family or relatives. Stories I thought were meant to simply entertain , were more than that. It was history. Recent and from far before my time. 

When I was thirteen my father and mother and sat me down and told me , every story , every “make believe” beast and monster. They were all real. 

I swear I laughed for a good fifteen minutes when my father told me he was a werewolf. I rolled my eyes and held my belly through my laughter , thinking he was pulling one over on me. 

But I remember going dead silent when he looked at me and I saw his amber eyes shift and glow bright and gold. 

A wolf. A fucking werewolf. I remember how hard I’d immediately cried when he and my mother explained their reasoning for telling me. 

It was my thirteenth birthday. My mother fortunately was not a werewolf. A little slice of relief to the overwhelming panic that was coursing through me. How are you supposed to handle being told the monsters and beats not only exist, but your father , your relatives, the people who you thought were close to you just because , were actually a pack. That your uncles and cousins weren’t really blood family. But …wolf family? 

They laid it on me with caution, but it didn’t help at all. When my father and mother told me it was possible I could be on my way to my first “shift”, I had lost it. 

I’d screamed at them both. I didn’t want to be some animal, some beast or creature. Hell, it was hard enough growing up just being a regular teenage girl. But females shifted sooner than the males. Usually around their thirteenth birthday. While the males apparently shifted a bit later. Around fifteen and sixteen. 

I never shifted, much to my fathers dismay. 

It was difficult though, to watch my “cousins” and friends that I grew up with all go through the change as we all grew older. To watch them become a part of something while I was still just a regular old human. I didn’t want to be a werewolf, but I have to admit being an outsider and being excluded from certain things  didn’t feel great. 

I was eighteen now, and was living in a secret world. While I had friends outside of the “pack” , they weren’t ever allowed over. Just in case of accidental shiftings from the boys or girls while they were still learning to control themselves. 

The pack all lived on a lot of land that lined the woods. My family lived in a log cabin in the center of the line of other log cabins and regular houses that lined the woods.

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 I have to admit I was terrified every time I was with Kieran. Afraid he’d shift in the middle of us  making out , afraid he’d shift and suddenly I’d have a big black haired wolf with its tongue in my mouth. 

Kieran and I were close growing up and while I didn’t like the idea of him being “mated” to me., it felt like it didn’t give me a choice in the matter which was why I’d denied the attraction I had to him for so long. Telling him he didn’t get to claim me. Arguing with my father that he didn’t get to make some claim on me just because he had a crush. But years had gone by and last year I’d accepted it. I was Kieran’s girlfriend now. I refused to use the word mate. Kieran often argued with me when I refused to use the word. We got into fights pretty often over the fact i refused to accept the word. I didn’t like feeling like it was beyond my control who I was attracted to. He was also always arguing with the fact I didn’t want him shifting around me. A girl could only handle so much. While I knew now for years what him and the rest of the guys and a lot of the women the surrounded me in my life were , I didn’t think I could handle seeing them shift regularly.  Id seen the pack twice over the years in their wolf forms. That was enough for me. 

Kieran licks my neck from the juncture at my shoulder all the way to my ear. The act reminded me of a puppy. An animal. A wolf. 

“Dont do that” I moan as his hips press into me as we lay on the dock over the lake on the other side of the woods. 

“Dont do what?” He asks lifting his head his brown eyes and dark lashes looking down at me. 

“Lick me like a puppy” I say and watch his nostrils flare, his jaw tick. 

Wolf men…did NOT like being called or referred to as puppy’s. 

He pushes up off me and I roll my eyes to myself as he sits up and grabs his shirt and pulls it back on. 

“Why do you always have to ruin the fucking moment Lena?” He growls and the sound sends a shiver through me. Because when wolf men growled, it wasn’t just a little gruff noise in their throat, it sounded like an actual growl. 

“Im not, I just..” I start but he cuts me off. 

“You know Lena, if you’ve got such a fucking problem with me, and what I am, maybe we should fucking end this.” He says and I hold back another eye roll. Because he knew he didn’t mean it. He’d never let me end us.  And he never would either. Even as he says it. His shoulders sag as if his little wolf bond to me is reprimanding him for his words. 

“Kieran” I say his name and he turns his head and looks at me. 

“Im sorry.” I say. Because I was sorry.  As weird as it still was to me that so many people I knew could fucking turn into a fucking animal, I didn’t like making them feel bad about it. 

“Lena, do you know how hard it is to fucking be mated to a girl who thinks I’m a fucking monster?” He asks. 

“ I don’t think you’re a monster” I say and he looks at me. His eyes on me. 

“I’m sorry Kieran, but I can’t help it if I don’t understand or feel weirded out by the fact you’re a…a werewolf.” I say. The words still feeling so weird being spoken as a truth. 

“You’re weren’t weirded out a few minutes ago when you had your legs around me and my tongue in your mouth” he bites back. 

“You’re not being fair” I argue. 

“Me? I’m not being fair? Lena , we’ve been together a year and you still act like I’m disgusting for something I can’t fucking help or change. I am what I am. Being the daughter of a fucking werewolf you think you’d be more accepting” he says standing. 

“I do accept it!” I raise my voice. “I don’t try to hurt your feelings. And I’m sorry that sometimes it’s still just …it’s not weird okay..it’s just…still hard to believe sometimes.” I say. 

“Because you don’t try Lena, you don’t hang with the pack. You don’t come to the full moon gatherings or any of the times we shift together. You don’t want to believe it. You don’t want it to be real.” He says and I swallow guiltily. 

It was true. I avoided being a part of the pack. Even my mother and other females that weren’t werewolves and other males who didn’t shift, still went to the gatherings. In support of their husbands and wives. Their children. 

“Kieran” I say trying to stop him. 

“No Lena. Forget it. I’ll just fucking deal with the fact my mate can’t fucking stand the very part of me that makes me fucking loyal to her.” He says with another growl. 

I go to open my mouth to speak but my scream fills the night air as Kieran shifts. It happens so quick that I lose my breath. His eyes go bright and gold and then his body morphs from a standing human male, to a giant wolf. His clothes toppings to shreds as he falls forward. His two giant front paws hitting the dock as he shakes his head. His dark black fur moving and bristling as he sniffs and looks right at me. 

My breath is caught in my throat. He promised to never shift in front of me unless he asked me first. After spending a year trying to convince me to let him. I guess Kieran was done keeping that promise to me. 

I swallow as tears fall down my cheek.  Tears of fear , tears of shock. I push back on my hands , crawling backward as he moves forward towards me. His head low. His glowing eyes simmering back to the normal brown. His head lowers even more as sees my reaction. A small huff comes from him. I can feel the warm air exhales through his dark black nose. 

Kieran looks at me. It was hard to think that this giant animal in front me wasn’t just an animal. But a person. 

He moves forward and I jerk back slightly. I knew Kieran would never hurt me. But my body couldn’t be convinced when a massive predator , with gorgeous all night black onyx fur was peering down at me. Lowering its head. He looked down and pushed the top of his head against my chin. Nudging me and I start to cry. Not because I was scared, but because I felt bed. I felt like I was the monster for not wanting to let Kieran be himself.  For making him and the others feel like I didn’t love them completely. I did. It was just…hard for my non werewolf brain to wrap around. 

My breath hitches as his snout touches my neck and I feel a long tongue, lick my neck just as he did a few minutes ago. This tongue much thicker, longer. Taking up much of the side of my neck and i let out a shaky exhale as his tongue leaves my neck. 

His warm wet nose nudges my ear and I shiver, when I get an intrusive thought in my head , thinking about what a tongue like that would feel like when placed on another , lower part of my body. 

“Kieran” I whisper his name and his large head pulls back and my eyes look at his face…his other face…one I’ve denied him from showing me. 

“I love you” I whisper to him. My hand reaching up hesitantly. His eyes shifting to my hand and he lowers his head. 

I placed it on top of his head. Was I, supposed to pet him?

“Is it weird for me to pet you?” I ask softly. 

He moves his head slightly side to side. 

I stroke the soft fur at the top of his head. Then again. 

“I’m sorry I’m a terrible girlfriend” I say softly, part of me feeling silly talking to him like this. 

“I’ll try harder. I promise.” I say even as I jump slightly when his head moves up quickly and darts to side. 

My head jerks to the side as well to look at what he’s looking at. But I see nothing. I jump slightly at a low growl in his throat and then his snout raises up and a howl that shakes me to my core is given to the sky. Other howls sound in return. 

I watch as Kieran lowers himself to the dock , his head jerking slightly back while he looks at me. And I stare at him in stunned silence. 

“What?” I ask. God this was weird. Talking to a fucking wolf. I felt like I was crazy. 

He jerks his head again with a sniff. 

“You…you want me to..to get on your back?” I ask and he gives a nod. 

“Kieran I don’t think-“

He growls. 

My eyes widen. “Jesus. Fine.” I say and push up. Because while his growl I knew wasn’t a threatening one but one of warning me not to argue. I stood and straddled the large frame of his new form. He was so big that even climbing on him my feet didn’t touch the sides of the dock. 

He turns slowly and I gasp as I feel him rise and turn, the power of him between my legs and I grab hold of his fur. 

“Does this hurt?” I ask as I look at my fingers clamping his thick fur between them. 

He shakes his head and then starts to move. I squeal as he breaks into a run. My hands clasping at Kierans back , his fur the only thing to hold onto as he runs us through the woods and back home.