Chapter 15: Frenzy

For readers who chose to skip to this chapter and get past the human phase, here is a quick summary of the story so far:

Cass started as an ordinary human secretly obsessed with anthro wolves. After getting caught masturbating to wolf porn by his tall, black-furred roommate Roan, their relationship quickly ignited into intense, passionate sex. What began as a hidden roommate fling soon evolved into something deeper when Cass was introduced to Roan’s pack — the playful red fox Kiran and the massive scarred wolf Zariel.

As their bond grew, Cass was pulled into a dangerous hidden world of anthro resistance, violent panther militants, and deadly secrets. After a brutal attack left him badly wounded, Cass made a life-changing decision: he no longer wanted to be the fragile human liability in Roan’s life. On the night of the full moon, with Roan knotted deep inside him, Cass underwent the ancient transformation ritual using a rare Void Tear.

Now, Cass is no longer human. He has become a sleek, powerful black wolf with a striking bluish-purple shimmer in his fur — stronger, faster, and finally able to stand beside his Alpha as an equal. But the night is young, the moon is full, and the new wolf is burning with overwhelming instincts ... and an insatiable hunger.

Cass’s powerful new black shoulders rose and fell with heavy, panting breaths. The moonlight caught every shift of his sleek midnight fur, making that strange bluish-purple shimmer ripple across his body, sliding along the sleek fur strands and tufts. His ears were pinned flat, lips peeled back from sharp fangs in a low, continuous snarl that vibrated deep in his chest.

Kiran stood a few yards away, completely naked, his red fur glowing softly in the silver light, amber eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nerves. His slim cock was already half-hard, twitching against his white belly fur. “Take me, big boy, I know you’re pent up and...”

Cass didn’t speak. He simply dropped to all fours and launched.

The distance disappeared in one explosive leap. He crashed into Kiran with bruising force, slamming the lighter fox back against the thick trunk of an ancient pine. The tree groaned under the impact. Cass’s paw shot up, claws pricking the soft fur of Kiran’s throat as he pinned him there, muzzle inches from the fox’s face.

Kiran’s ears flattened. “Cass, easy, take it ea...”

Cass cut him off with a deep, hungry growl. His broad, flat tongue dragged slowly up the side of Kiran’s neck, tasting warm fur, salt, and that sharp, sweet fox musk that made his new nose flare. He licked again, slower, savoring the way Kiran’s pulse hammered under his tongue. Kiran squirmed under the powerful frenzy enhanced grip. Cass moved on instinct, grinding the swelling bulge of his sheath against Kiran’s belly, already leaking hot precum that smeared across red fur.

The scent of Kiran’s growing arousal hit him like a drug, thick, musky, slightly sweet. It made his new cock throb hard inside its sheath, begging to slide free.

Only growls, no Cass in there at the moment. And he had the little fox vulnerable and helpless.

For once Kiran had nothing clever to say.

Earlier that evening — Pack house balcony:

Roan leaned against the railing, golden eyes fixed on the dark woods. “A newly turned wolf goes into a sex frenzy,” he said quietly. “The first few hours ... they’ll want to fuck anything warm and willing. Hard. No control. It’s pure instinct.”