Chapter 1: Broken Bliss

Six months ago violent crime took a sharp jump in our small ranching town. It, like so many other small towns, was not equipped to deal with the tactics of the new criminal element. Muggings, rape, and gangs were rarely heard of until recently. The problem continued to escalate until our community made demands of our elected officials. And, like so many politicians, our town leaders agreed to form a committee to study the problem and then recommend someone else do something about it. It was small town politics as usual, and of course, nothing changed.

Spring turned into early summer and my partner Roger and his mate intended to spend the heat of the Texas summer admiring the view from eight thousand feet. They had bought a house in Colorado the previous December, cheap. I suspect being completely covered in snow affected the price. They invited us to come along. But even good friends should spend some time apart. My partner left me with what had become a customary invitation, " If you need me, just call.". I couldn't imagine anything a well armed werewolf and two bitch werewolves couldn't handle without adding he and his mate to the mix. But, you never know.

One day Tera and Connie took our son Chris to the town park in the cool of the evening to play with other children. The ranches in our area are large enough to isolate us from our neighbors and an attempt has to be made to socialize with other people. I stayed on the ranch to tend to the evening chores.

The animals were so accustomed to the routine that they knew it better than I did. The horses were waiting to be let in to their stalls for the night. The cattle were waiting to be turned into the fields near the house for safety. I was only running a few minutes late, but they stood waiting and looking at me as if to say," Reset your clock."

Time passes slowly when everything is right in the world. It always does when you can spend much of your time in the shade, pleased with the things around you. Simple pleasures of a simple life. Home was quiet, and I was at peace. Until the shitstorm hit.

I heard the girl's car coming up the drive to fast and skid to a halt. The girls were talking excitedly as they exploded into the house calling to me at the same time ranting to each other. The baby was crying and things were being tossed onto the furniture as they shed unnecessary items. I was overrun by two angry women talking at once and so fast they were only making noise. I couldn't string together a solid sentence out of the assault on my sensitive ears. The heightened senses of a werewolf are a blessing when hunting men, but a curse if you are being nagged.

I did what came natural to me as a man, I ignored them both. I took my crying son and cradled him in my arms and turned my back on them. I carried him upstairs and left the noisemakers slackjawed staring at my back. It was only a few moments before he was playing quietly. The girls had taken the hint and waited before coming up to tell me they needed to tell me what had happened in town.

"In a minute." I said softly smiling at my son. I put him in his playpen with his toys and turned to greet my now calm wife and mistress. They began by leading me downstairs where Tera fixed us all some iced tea and Connie curled up next to me on the sofa and unzipped my pants to expose my cock to her warm fingers as she began relating their story.