Chapter 1

"Good morning Tim." Julia said.

"Good morning to you to." I said. "How are you doing this fine morning?" I asked her.

"I'm fine thank you." She said. "So what do you have planned for today?" She asked me.

"Not much." I said. "I'm supposed to have my first dance competition tonight."

"Really?" She asked me. She seemed surprised when she said that. "I'm sorry hun but I must have forgotten about it. I keep forgetting that you are supposed to have competitions for that class of yours."

My family was of the opinion that the school shouldn't have spent the money on the dance classes. They seemed to think that it was a waste of time. Their view was shared by almost everyone.

"Tonight is your brother's football game." Julia said. "One of us can try to see if we can make it to your competition if you would like?"

"Don't worry about it." I told her. "I don't mind. In fact, I would prefer if you were there for Mark. His football is more important."

Julia agreed with me. It hurt a little when she didn't argue with me about my importance, but then again, I was used to that by now. I sat down and ate my breakfast. I only ate fruits in the mornings for breakfast. I was always one that watched what I ate.

It was nearing the middle the middle of September so my brother's football season was just starting. I didn't mind that my family wouldn't be able to make it to my first competition. We had learned early that all of our competitions were going to be at other schools, so it would have been hard for them to make it anyways.

I was also glad that this was on a Friday because we weren't going to be returning until very early in the morning. Plus it meant that as soon as we got back, we would be able to enjoy what was left of our weekend.

I walked to school like I normally do when the weather isn't too rough. I made it to school in time to be able to talk to Derek. As I was walking up to him to say hi, I noticed that he was talking to a couple of the girls from dance class. I didn't have his confidence with the girls so I turned and left him alone.

Derek had filled out better than I did, before the changes started that is, so he had started to actually make some headway with the ladies. He was becoming quite friendly with them.

I went over to one of the trees that were in the courtyard just in front of the school. It was one of my favorite places to sit. This was also the courtyard where I would come out to sit while I ate my lunch.

I sat under the tree and just relaxed. I double checked my homework before the bell rang. Everything was done to my satisfaction. I breezed through the day. Dance class for me was my last class of the day. We were told yesterday that we would be leaving school early to make it to the competition on time so we were leaving after the start of last period.

When I went to lunch later on that day, I noticed that Derek was talking to the same two girls from earlier again. Needless to say, I sat alone under my favorite tree again. All the girls made me nervous so I never was able to sit by them. Plus I had a bad habit of stuttering around them so they always laughed at me.

I had music class right after lunch. I had learned earlier in my life that I was quite dexterous when it came to playing musical instruments. I learned to play just about every stringed instrument you could think of. I didn't let anyone in school know I could though. I always just figured that they would laugh at me if they knew. I never thought I could play as well as I actually could.

I have always been good with my hands, even before I became more graceful after I started changing. I learned to play the piano as well. During music class though, I would play the violin. I liked the sound it made and no one else had wanted to play it so I got stuck with it.

This day turned out to be a turning point for me in many ways, starting with music class.

"Ok, listen up class." My teacher said. "We have a play coming up next Friday. Their guitarist had an accident and hurt his hand. They need someone to play a bit of rock guitar. So does anyone in here know how to play guitar?"

I looked around and only saw a couple guys raise their hands. They just wanted to look cool I guess because they sure didn't seem too confident when they were raising their hands.

"Good, now we need you to get up on the stage and play some of the music so we can see how good you are." The teacher said.

The first one climbed up onto the stage and picked up the guitar. I was surprised to be able to smell his fear. I could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at the music sheet and commenced to try and play.

It very quickly became apparent that he couldn't play anywhere near good enough to be able to do the play. The whole class started laughing at him. He just stopped playing and handed the guitar over to the other boy.

The other boy wasn't really scared. He climbed onto the stage and proceeded to play even worse than the first boy.

"Ok, ok." The teacher said. "Stop, neither one of you is good enough to play for us. I need someone who can play the music now. I don't have time to teach you the music by next week."

She was looking a bit depressed at her options, when she turned back to the class.

"One more time." She said. "Can anyone else play the guitar well enough to play for the school?"

I was never very good at getting up in front of people to play. I didn't even play for my family. I was trying to look everywhere but at the teacher. I never lie so I was trying to make sure the teacher didn't get the idea to try and ask me straight if I could play. Guitar was actually my best instrument.

My tactic backfired on me however when the teacher looked straight at me and said. "Timothy, I see you looking everywhere but at me. Do you know how to play the guitar?"

I was blushing profusely before she had even finished her question. I answered in a very near whisper. "Yes I can."

"Ok then, come on up here and show us what you can do." She said. All the other kids started laughing when I stood up and went up to the stage. The teacher got the class to calm down some, but I was still able to hear the occasional snide comment and the snickering.

I picked up the guitar and put it over my shoulder. I read through the music a couple times and went through it in my head. I had never played in front of an audience before so I was quite terrified.

I reread the sheets one more time to be sure I had them down, and then I closed my eyes. I could still hear the other kids snickering at me but I ignored them and struck the first chord.

I played the music with all I had. I forgot about everything except the music. It was the same thing I did in dance class. That way I didn't have to think about being in front of everyone. I fell completely into the music.

I was so wrapped up in the music that I didn't notice the surprised looks on the faces of everyone else in the class. I was completely lost in the song.

When I struck the last chord, I opened my eyes and saw for the first time, the look of utter surprise on the faces of everyone in the room. I blushed and put the guitar down. I climbed off the stage just as the bell rang. I hurriedly grabbed my stuff and left the room as fast as I could. No one moved to stop me until I was already gone.

I met the rest of the dancers out by the buses. We left shortly after the bell rang. We were all nervous about our very first competition but we were also in high spirits. I wasn't as nervous as the others because I already figured I was going to make a fool of myself anyways so I was prepared.

We had a long 5 hour drive ahead of us to get where we were going. I sat alone at the back of the bus. I didn't mind that no one wanted to sit with me. I used the time to listen to my mp3 player.

I had been writing some music here and there for a couple years, so during the drive I wrote a couple more. I had been writing songs long enough that I had given Jeff a CD to send into the record labels. I just wanted to see if they were any good, and know what I might be able to improve.

[I found out later that Jeff did send the songs into the labels. They actually loved the music. Jeff had been able to get them to sign a contract that put all the profits from the music into my trust fund. He also made sure that they weren't allowed to contact me until I came of age. Jeff was the only one in the family who had ever heard me play anything other than the violin. He was actually quite impressed with how good I was which is why he had done what he had.]

I put the newly written songs into my bag when we got there. I grabbed my stuff and climbed off the bus with everyone else. We were at the back entrance to a large theatre. The bus had dropped us behind the theatre to protect us from the large crowds that were gathered out front.

We went to our separate dressing rooms. We had common dressing rooms that were shared among all the different teams. Luckily for me, the dressing rooms had individual stalls so I was able to change without letting anyone see my body.

For this competition, I was wearing a black tux with a blood red shirt and a black bowtie. Jeff had bought it for me a couple weeks ago. It was very expensive and I had hated having to ask for it but it was required to perform.

After I was ready I met the rest of the students backstage. The competition was separated so that each school would let one couple go. Then the rest of the schools would do the same and then the first school would send in its next couple and so on.

There were 5 teams from each school. I was told that I would be part of the last team to go. The teacher made the assignments of who was going to partner with whom. There were a couple groans from some of the others when we heard that but I really didn't care who I danced with.

Throughout the competition, our school was actually doing pretty good, considering this was our first competition. By the time it was my turn to go, we were sitting in third place. We weren't feeling at all bad about third place.

I was told that I was going to dance with Mary Anne. She was one of the best female dancers at our school. We had always done pretty well together on the dance floor so I was sure that I was going to have fun. We went out to the center of the stage to take our starting positions.

Mary Anne was looking gorgeous in a wine red spaghetti strap evening gown. We were standing in the middle of the stage with our hands clasped between us at shoulder level. I was trying to think of anything except this fetching girl standing in front of me, I was coming close to getting hard and I didn't want that to happen.

I closed my eyes and listened for the music to start. I was putting my mind into the right frame to be swallowed by the music. Our dance didn't start until almost ten seconds into the song.

When the music started, I let it envelope me and draw me into its warm embrace. I opened my eyes just before we started to dance. Mary Anne was surprised by the change in my eyes.

We started our dance and moved through it with poise and grace. I was so lost in the music that I didn't hesitate to show Mary Anne my strength in leading her around. She definitely was not used to me being so forceful.

We floated around the dance floor like the movie stars of old. We had one place in our dance that called for a quick lift that I had never been able to do before, or at least I let them think I couldn't. During practice, none of the guys had succeeded at doing the lift gracefully, so the teacher had given us some steps that we could do to try and cover the lapse.

Mary Anne wasn't expecting me to even try the lift so she was quite surprised when I put my hands on her hips at the right time. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, but she was a good enough dancer to adjust quickly. At the proper moment, I lifted her above my head briefly and then lowered her into a deep dip.

Mary Anne was breathless with excitement. We were able to float through the rest of our routine effortlessly, with not a single mistake. I had never felt so alive. I loved being up there dancing.

At the end of the dance was the hardest part. We had never been able to practice it before because of not being able to lift. Mary Anne knew that I was too lost in the music to stop, so at the end, when we were supposed to do the finale pose/lift, she was ready.

I lifted her slowly and effortlessly over my head into our final pose. The crowd went nuts, they loved it. Mary Anne had a huge smile on her face.

I lowered her slowly to her feet and then I did something that I would normally never even consider doing. I bowed over her hand and brushed the back of her hand with a feather touch of my lips. She blushed profusely before I released her hand.

As I stood up, the music stopped. I then woke from the spell that the music had cast over me. It was now my turn to blush. I remembered everything I had done and I hadn't been that embarrassed in a long time.

The crowd was applauding us very enthusiastically. We faced the crowd and bowed together. She had a huge smile on her lips. I was very embarrassed, but I also had a huge smile on my lips as well. I loved it.

We walked off the stage and joined our friends. Shortly after that we saw the scores. We were surprised to see that we won out of our group. Our points alone were good enough to bring us up to second place in the overall. Our whole team was overjoyed to have done so well.

We changed and climbed back onto the bus to head back home. I sat alone at the back of the bus again. I put my headphones back on and listened to music on the trip back. I didn't want to have to face Mary Anne again after what I had done at the end of the dance. I was sure that she was going to be quite angry with me.

We made it back to the school at about 3 o'clock in the morning. All the parents of the other students were there waiting. I hadn't wanted my foster parents to have to get up early to pick me up so I had told them that I would make arrangements to catch a ride with one of the others. I grabbed my bags and started walking.

I was never one of those kids that were scared of the dark. I had seen the worst that was out there when I was 5 so I didn't see anything that could be worse.

I made it home with no problems and snuck in. I went up to my room and fell asleep without even getting undressed. I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow. I woke up the next morning when I heard Alice (foster sister) pounding on my door.

"Get up sleepyhead." She yelled threw my door.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was just past 9 o'clock. I groaned and turned over. A couple minutes later Alice knocked again. I got up then and dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I splashed water on my face to wake up. It didn't work enough so I figured I would take a shower since I had missed my shower last night.

When I climbed out I was feeling much more awake.

I went downstairs for breakfast. I was very surprised to see Becca sitting there.

"Hey there Becca, what's up?" I asked her.

"Well good morning to you Twinkle Toes." She said. "I heard you made quite the impression with Mary Anne last night?"

"Nah." I said. "We just went up there and danced like we do at class."

"That's not what I heard." Becca said. "I heard you were the best dancer there by far. Mary Anne was gushing my ear off this morning about how well you danced."

I blushed again and tried to downplay what Becca was saying. Becca would have nothing to do with that.

"She told me something else." Becca said. "She told me about someone picking her up for the lifts like she weighed nothing. She told me she almost creamed herself from the power she felt in your hands." She said the last part with a smile on her face.

I was really blushing now. My family was just laughing at my discomfort.

"She was just pulling your leg Becca." I said. When she tried to press the issue however, I snapped. "Please just drop it. You are embarrassing me. She was just surprised by the lift is all. I was so into the music that I didn't think about the fact that I shouldn't have been able to pick her up is all."

Becca could see that I was starting to get truly annoyed by the whole conversation so she did finally drop it. We were planning to go hiking today so I told her that I needed to get ready.

We made it to the park and got to the entrance to the nature trail about an hour later. There were many such trails but we picked the least used, which also happened to be the longest and hardest trail. This particular trail was almost 5 miles long.

"I'm sorry for embarrassing you earlier." She said. "I was just teasing you. But she really did tell me those things."

"Oh yeah?" I asked her. "If she was so into me, then how come I can never get one of them to talk to me? I know part of it is because I have such a hard time talking around them, but still, if they would just give me a chance to get comfortable with them I would be able to talk to them without making a fool of myself. I just wish they would lighten up with the teasing."

"I am sorry about that." She said. "You have to understand that a girl wants a guy that will make her feel safe. I don't just mean that they want to feel safe around that guy; they also want to know that their guy will defend them. If a guy has a hard time talking to a girl then they think there is no chance of the guy standing up for them against some of the less savory guys around here."

We had been walking the whole time we were talking so it was no surprise that we were just about at the turn around point already. We would lose track of time whenever we started talking.

"Ok." I said. "So what you are pretty much telling me is that I am doomed to be a virgin for the rest of my life?"

Becca started laughing as she tried to answer me. "No pal. I think there is someone out there for you. You'll find that special girl someday. She might even be closer than you think; you just don't realize her for who she is yet."

"Well I just hope I meet her soon, preferably before I go to college." I said with a smile on my face.

Becca smiled as well until she just couldn't take it anymore. She broke up laughing at my joke. We reached the turnaround point then. Just as we were turning around, I smelled something that was quite overpowering. I couldn't figure out what it was that I smelled but it was intriguing. Becca couldn't smell it, but I sure could.

"Do you smell that?" I asked her.

"No." She said. "What do you smell?"

"I don't know what it is but it is quite intoxicating." I told her.

I saw a worried look come over Becca's facial features for just a second. She was able to get control of herself fairly quickly though so it was almost hard to tell. If I didn't know her so well, I would have sworn that I had been imagining things.

"Well let's get going now before my feet get too tired." She said while trying to sound like she was just joking.

I was so lost in the smell that I was enjoying that I didn't acknowledge her words. She tried again and was still unable to get a response out of me. All that I was able to think about was the wonderful scent that was filling my nostrils. I really had to find the source of the smell.

Becca seemed to really be getting worried now. She knew that I had better smell than most people so she wasn't surprised that I was able to smell something that she couldn't. She was just worried about my reaction to it.

Becca tried shaking me and even yelling at me to get my attention but it was having no affect.

I was very close to changing forms so I could hunt down the source of the wonderful smell. I didn't even care that Becca was standing right there. I was losing myself to the smell.

Becca got really worried when I started to step into the woods. She decided that the situation warranted extreme measures so she slapped me. My head snapped to the side from the blow but I just turned to her for a quick second. When I turned to look at her, my eyes had started to turn yellow. She flinched for a second but I just turned back in the direction of the smell.

Becca was really getting desperate now when she heard a growl come from the direction that I was walking.

I didn't pay any attention to it and just kept walking in that direction. Becca continued to try and stop me but to no avail.

Becca finally had an idea to get my attention. I was too far gone by now to pay any attention to what she was doing but the next thing I knew I smelled something that was an even more beautiful scent.

I blinked a few times and looked around. I had forgotten where I was for a few seconds. Becca was able to see the change in me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the trail. I followed her then.

I was still dazed but now I had a new smell that was intriguing me. The new smell didn't distract me the way the other scent had. I could swear that I had smelled the new smell before but I couldn't figure out where. Plus this new smell was stronger than it had ever smelled before.

I was brought out of my reverie then by the sound of a twig breaking off in the woods. I also heard the growling then. I could tell right away that whatever was making the noise was stalking us.

We were still more than a mile from the road. The sound kept getting closer so I knew that we would never make it to the road in time. I could only think of one thing to do.

"Listen Becca." I said. She turned to face me because I had stopped walking so I would have her full attention. "You have to do exactly as I say. I want you to run back to the road. I am going to turn around and try to get whatever is out there to follow me. Don't stop for anything; just go until you reach the road."

"No!" She cried. "We can make it together."

"No we can't." I said. "Listen to me. It is getting closer and it won't wait too much longer. You have to leave so that you can get help if needed. Once it starts to follow me,

I will turn back and run as fast as I can to rejoin you. You know I am a faster runner than you so my plan should work. Just run as fast as you can."

We argued for a couple more seconds but in the end I pushed her and she was off. I saw tears in her eyes as she was turning to run. I really did consider her my best friend in the whole world so I wanted to make sure she was safe. I would never let anything happen to her.

I waited until I lost sight of her before I turned around and ran back to the end of the path. I could hear it circle in front of me just before I reached the end. I took my clothes off as quick as possible and changed forms.

I had only changed on purpose a few times but I knew I could do it at will. But I still didn't like the change at all because it was still very painful.

Becca made it to the road at just the moment that I started to change. She ran to the bus stop across the street so she could try to wait for me to show up. She was only in the bus stop a couple seconds when she heard the scream. She dropped to her knees and cried when she heard my scream of pain.

I started to change and felt my body start the reformation process. I screamed like I always did from the pain. I quickly lost all sense of reason from the amount of pain I was in.

When I regained my senses, I was amazed, as I always was when I saw the world through these eyes. Everything always looked more beautiful and colorful. With these eyes, I was able to see colors in more breath taking detail. I was also able to see heat, not in the way that Hollywood portrayed it, but more of just an intensity of the color.

I heard the sound coming towards me again. When I looked, this time, I was able to clearly see what it was. When it cleared the brush, I was surprised to see another like me. It was a werewolf.

I could smell her coming at me. I recognized the intoxicating smell from earlier. She seemed to be in heat. By the way she was acting; I could tell that this must be very new to her. I would even hazard the guess that this might be her first heat, and probably one of her first changes also. She was almost completely feral. I couldn't see any of the humanity in her so she must not have come to grips with the changes yet.

We circled each other slowly, taking nips at each other's flanks the entire time. We never quite connected with our bites but they were more for show anyways.

Because I was still mostly in control of myself, I remembered some of the stuff I had learned about wolf packs. The research I had done lead me to believe that she was lost. She was in danger without an alpha male to protect her. At least she would be that way until she learned to control herself.

If she was here, than I figured that there had to be others. I just had a feeling that most of the others wouldn't be as controlled as I was. I figured that this might actually be a good way for me to learn more about myself. She was a small female so I figured that I could protect her. I just needed to figure out how to dominate her so she accepted me as her alpha.

I stood as tall as I could and approached her. She had been instinctively waiting for me to take charge. She tried at first to stand up to me. I swatted her with a quick swipe of my claws. It wasn't hard enough to damage but she did yelp and fall back.

She tried to get back up but I towered over her and kept swatting at her until she finally stayed down in a submissive position. I was careful to hit as hard as I could without actually hurting her. I could see something in her eyes that was almost relief.

She assumed the classic animal mating position. I knew that this was going to be required to cement my alpha position with her but I still wasn't ready for the strength of the urges I felt. I was trying to fight them because I didn't want to hurt her and besides, I was technically still a virgin.

I climbed into position behind her without being able to resist. I thought I heard something in the woods around me, but I wasn't able to concentrate well enough to figure out what it could be.

I grabbed a firm hold of her hips and lined myself up for penetration. I was fighting with all my might to not just plunge into her. I started to lose it when I felt the heat radiating from her pussy. I started to push in and stopped after my head slid in. I felt a wall stopping me from going any further. This girl was a virgin, I was shocked.

I growled louder than I'd already been growling and got a firmer grip on her hips. I tried to stop myself but the animal urges were too strong. My hips thrust forward until I felt her hymen rip and I was buried to the hilt.

She yelped and growled at me. I growled right back. I was almost completely in the throes of the animal urges at the moment. I pounded into her for a short time. I felt her contract below me after a couple minutes of pounding. I guess the human aspect of us didn't get buried to deep. I could feel my own orgasm approaching as well. I could tell that it was going to be one of the most intense orgasms of my young life. It was at that moment that it happened.

I heard a sound from behind me, but before I could react, I was attacked from behind. I was slashed across my back. I howled in pain as I turned to face the attacker. I came face to face with another werewolf. This one was a larger male. Its hair was mostly silver; it was also missing hair in quite a few spots. It looked like he had been in quite a few fights.

I growled at him and got into a fighting position. Even though he was much bigger than I was, I wasn't afraid because he seemed to move slowly. I knew that I could run circles around him. As long as I stayed out of his reach then I would be able to defeat him.

He tried to come at me again but I was more than fast enough to dodge him, since I was now paying full attention to him, so he couldn't surprise me with an attack. I kept taking my own shots at him each time I dodged one of his attacks. I scored many hits on him and he was starting to bleed profusely. He was hurt and getting slower in his attacks as the battle continued, but he wasn't done yet.

I had just finished a good slash to his throat and chest when he scored a solid hit that went from my left shoulder down to my right hip. The force of the blow was enough to send me flying.

I regained my feet instantly. He was approaching me slowly. He stumbled during his approach and seemed to be panting more than usual. I saw my chance to finish this fight.

We both surged together at the same time. We collided together quite forcefully. We both knew it was over when I got a claw around his throat. He was still very weak from the fight and all the wounds put together. He didn't have the strength anymore to stop my claws.

I dug my claws into his throat and watched a moment of comprehension come into his eyes as I ripped his throat out. He collapsed in front of me. I straddled his back and ripped his back open until I could reach his heart. My instincts were telling me to eat the heart of my victim; it was an instinct that I couldn't resist. I felt power surge through me as I swallowed his heart.