Shiloe: Just the Two of Us

Remus and Blaise downed their Wolfsbane in synchronicity, both wincing at the taste, and set down their glasses on the table.

“Well, let’s head out, then.” Remus said, taking off his shirt and leaving it on his favorite chair.

Shiloe and Blaise followed him through the Saferoom, saying a quick goodnight to Lucius as they passed.

They came out into the forest and Remus continued on to the clearing Shiloe had discovered. “This is as good a place as any.” He said, as Blaise looked around.

Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Should I transform? I mean, Seff has no problem with me being human, he seems to feel no need to bite me at all.”

Remus sighed. “Yes. We have no idea how Moony will react to you in your human state. You may be Seff’s dominant, but you are going to be a submissive to Moony. He’s an alpha, unlike Seff.” Remus reminded Shiloe.

Shiloe sighed, but transformed into his panther form, just as Blaise and Remus winced in tandem, then bent over, the transformation wracking their bodies.

Shiloe sat, watching them with sad eyes, as their bodies changed, Blaise sprouting black fur as Remus gained his own tawny pelt.

Within minutes, the groans and growls of pain stopped, and Shiloe watched as Seff and Moony eyed each other.

Moony seemed to decide that Seff was, for the moment, beneath his notice as he turned to Shiloe and advanced, growling.

“Mine!” Moony snarled, towering over Shiloe’s form. Shiloe rolled onto his back, baring his throat.

“Yours.” He affirmed.

Moony leaned down to sniff at his throat, then growled, and, without so much as a by-your-leave, lifted his leg and pissed on Shiloe.

‘Great. Remus was right.’ Shiloe thought as the fluid wet his belly. ‘I’m going to be in desperate need of a shower after this.’

Seff walked over and sniffed at Shiloe’s belly.

Remus growled at him.

Seff tilted his head, baring his throat to Remus, and the older Werewolf took his throat within his strong jaws. Shiloe’s breath caught, wondering if this was normal behavior, or if Moony was going to tear out Seff’s throat. He watched as Seff stood still, then flopped onto his back at the urging from Moony.

Moony lifted his leg again and wet Seff’s belly as well, though not as copiously as he had Shiloe’s.

Seff seemed to perk up at this, strangely enough, and Shiloe decided that Moony had somehow accepted the beta wolf as part of his Pack.

Seff got up and bounded over to Shiloe. “You can transform back now.” He said.

“You will leave my mark upon you, though.” Moony added.

Shiloe transformed back, and looked down at his wet shirt. “Does Werewolf pee stain?” He wondered. “And are you going to feel the need to do that every time I come out here with you guys?” He asked Moony.

Moony looked at him for a moment, then said, “You are claimed. I don’t think I’ll need to re-stake the claim. Unless you do something that makes me think you’ve forgotten who you belong to.”

Shiloe sighed. “I think I’ll just be good, thanks.” He decided.

“We should run.” Moony told Seff.

Seff turned to Shiloe, lowering himself slightly. “Climb up.” He said.

Shiloe eyed him for a moment, then shrugged and climbed onto the Werewolf’s back, wrapping his legs around the form securely, and they were off, Moony bounding ahead and Seff following, Shiloe holding tight to the smaller Werewolf, exhilarated at the fast pace.