Chapter 9: Family and Fire

The family house seemed smaller now than Cass remembered, the paint peeling on the porch rails, the front yard overgrown with weeds his father never bothered to mow. Maybe because his life was becoming much bigger soo fast.

Roan pulled the car to the curb and parked. Cass stared at the front door through the windshield, heart thudding against his ribs like it wanted out.

“You sure about this?” Roan asked, voice quiet, paw resting on the gear shift. Cass stared down at the black furry paw resting on the shift, his mind stalling, hypnotizing himself. The same paw that has explored inside him, has gripped his shaft, has been covered with ropes of his own cum, has been slick with lube. Now it was dry and strong looking, comforting, anchoring Cass amidst the worry and chaos.

Cass swallowed. “Yeah. I need to see them. At least once more.”

Roan nodded, and squeezed Cass on the shoulder, a very much welcome gesture from the wolf. “I’ve got your back, pup.”

They stepped out. The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of cut grass from somewhere down the street. The porch light flickered on as they approached, and the door opened before Cass could knock.

His mother stood there, small and graying, eyes wide. She didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Cass, pulling him tight like he was still ten years old. Tears glittered in her eyes.

“Cass, honey!”

Cass embraced her back. He loved his mother, his whole family really, even though they don’t all understand what he is doing.

Then she turned to Roan, who stood a respectful step back, ears low. She hesitated only a second before hugging him too, awkward at first, then firm. “You’re the one keeping him safe,” she said. “Thank you. And wow aren’t you something to see. I never seen a wolf ... well I mean a wolf person, up close before. Come to think of it I never seen a four legged wolf before. Just dogs. Anyway, nice to meet you ... Roan?”

Roan’s muzzle dipped. “I’m keeping him safe, ma’am. Nothing’s gonna get through me. Not that there’s any reason anyone would try, things are casual with us, not much excitement.”

Cass’ mother looked fascinated by the wolf. Watching one talk, Cass knew, was interesting in itself. (And a dirty thought creeping in his head like it often does: watching one go down on his cock, his flesh vanishing inside that furred muzzle, and swallowing him till his black lined lips press his pubic area and his balls, was also a fascinating sight.)

Cass’s father appeared behind her, arms crossed, face unreadable. He looked older, lines deeper around his eyes. He didn’t move to hug anyone. Just looked at Cass, then at Roan, then back.

“Take care of yourself,” he said. That was it. No welcome, no anger, just those four words before he turned and disappeared inside.

Cass felt something twist in his chest, but he didn’t chase after him. His mother squeezed his hand. “Mandy’s waiting inside. She wants to see you both.”

Mandy burst out of the living room like a firecracker, arms wide, blonde hair flowing. “You absolute idiot,” she laughed, tackling Cass in a hug that nearly knocked him over. “You went viral and didn’t even text me? And you got a hot wolf boyfriend, what the f--”

She was twenty and very open minded, for sure.

She pulled back, eyes sparkling, then looked at Roan. “Holy shit. You’re taller in person. Look like a beast too! I mean ... strong wise ... do you work out to get like that?”