Night Wolf

He lay on his bed trying in vein to go to sleep to try to take the edge off the pain. At last night came. Mark began to feel some of his strength coming back to him. But the moment he got out of bed and started to head to the bathroom for a shower, something happened. He could feel a strange tingling throughout his body. He felt his blood starting to rush throughout his body, but it felt as if it was on fire. He fell to his knees feeling like the whole of his body was being twisted from the inside out. He felt pain throughout all his body. His hands began to contort and draw in while his legs also twisted and contorted actually beginning to change their shape. Where his nails once where long pointed claws began to extend tearing the skin and muscle. Mark screamed out in pain. Long strands of what appeared to be fur started to grow out of his skin and long claws also grew out of his feet. He could feel all his body twisting and contorting, but the pain was greatest in his head. His mouth and nose felt like they were about to explode. His ears were beginning to lengthen and grow pointed. His nose began to extend until it looked like a muzzle or snout of a dog. A pair of upper and lower canines began to grow in his mouth ripping his gums. He let out one final cry of pain and the transformation was complete. Where Mark once lay in a heap now rose a great black wolf. The instincts of the animal he'd become were to go out and hunt, find food…but somehow, his human instincts still prevailed somewhat. He knew to go out into the city would be a terrible mistake, though the animal in him wanted to roam, hunt…mate. But the moment he went out he would be caught and caged…or worse. He battled inside himself with the beast he had become.

He shuffled into the kitchen. With his teeth he reached the refrigerator and somehow managed to open it. He found a pack of raw chicken in the bottom that he'd put down to thaw. He gripped the package with his teeth and pulled it out and nudged the ice- box shut with his muzzle. He ripped at the plastic with his claws and teeth and began to gorge on the raw meat. There was still blood in it that smeared on his muzzle. But it was better than going out there and risking himself getting killed, or him killing someone for food. An hour later he had his fill of the chicken…now he was thirsty. He'd managed to get food, now how was he going to get water to wash it down. He looked around, but there were no open bowls of water to be found. He didn't keep pets, so he had no reason to keep food and water dishes. He looked around and then thinking with human logic and wolfen instinct he jumped up on the counter where the sink was. He gripped one of the handles to the spout with his mouth and started to turn it. He saw water coming out of the spout and needed to plug up the hole to keep the water from going down the drain. He gripped a plate out of the dish drainer and put it over the whole. Water began to fill the sink. When there was enough, he pushed the handle with his muzzle to turn the water off. He then began to greedily lap up the cold water. Once his hunger was satisfied and his thirst quenched, he roamed back to his room to rest. He hopped up on his bed and flopped his head on his front paws. He looked down at his torn and shredded clothes on the floor and then slowly began to fall asleep.

He sped off to the tattoo parlor. He arrived and got off his bike. Mark didn't know what it was, but the air smelled strong to him. He could smell things that before he didn't even notice. He could smell the fragrance of roses several blocks away. He could smell steak being cooked, but there were other things that he could smell that normal human beings didn't take any real notice to. He could smell the scents of other men. He could smell the scents of women that most people wouldn't notice. The tiny hint of perspiration and perfume mixing together. They were driving him wild. He could feel things that humans didn't usually feel. He could feel himself becoming more possessive of his property, namely his bike…but more, the place where he parked it. He was becoming unusually territorial and he could feel it. He looked at people walking by his bike, glaring at the men who might stray a little too close to his bike. He felt almost tempted to start fighting those who ventured too near. Then he shook his head trying to come out of whatever trance he was in.

Mark sat there in his bedroom. He was frustrated, angry, just quit his job that he loved. Now…now the feeling was coming on again. He knew what to expect this time, but still, the pain of the transformation was unbearable. He cringed, his face contorted in pain as it began. After his twisting and screaming…the black wolf stood. All his anger and frustration still in his mind, and the wild urges of the beast he had become…the black wolf stood and looked out his window. He let out a loud, sorrowful howl at the moon. He sat with his head lowered to the ground. He did not wish to eat, or drink. He wanted to die. He hoped that maybe the experiment that had transformed him would maybe shut his system down, just let him die in peace. But…as the night wore on, he knew that death would not come for him this night. Only the wolf would come. Only the wolf in the night that Mark had become would be his constant companion, and thorn in his side. But in a way, death had come. It had claimed the man Mark once was. Tough, fun loving, out going, that man would never again exist. In a way, death had claimed Mark…claimed what he once would have called his humanity. Mark was gone. Now…he had become something else. And he knew that from that moment on, that his life would never be the same. Doomed for whatever reason, to walk the earth as a man, and an animal. There was no way he would ever be the same again. The city that he knew, the people that he knew, no more. No more.

Nearly a year had passed. A man's life had been turned completely upside down by the bizarre whims of a doctor whom he'd once trusted. He could no longer call himself completely human. Part of him was an animal now. By day, he was all right. By night, he lived with the painful transformations. In vain, he attempted to control them. But the animal within him would only laugh at his feeble attempts to deny his new bestial nature. Once he was a normal, outgoing man. Nothing much bothered him. Now, he had become withdrawn, and didn't interact too much with the outside world. But there was one person he had allowed himself to become close to, but even then, he didn't become any closer than he trusted himself to. Her name was Serina Silver Rose. By strange coincidence, she owned a tattoo parlor and new age store. By heritage and belief, she was Native American, but she also expressed an interest in the old earth religions practiced long ago. She combined her beliefs with her love of artistic expression and became a tattoo artist. He came to her and showed her his skills, so she gave him a job. She also gave him the tattoo that marked the death of his once normal, happy life, and birth of his new one. Upon his back clawed a great black wolf, fangs glittering, claws tearing. Under it she put upon him the name for which he would now be known…Night Wolf.

It was 12 in the afternoon. Night Wolf was still in his bed sleeping. He'd had yet another midnight hunt. Sometimes he would still feel the rush of paranoia after he'd hunted and killed prey. But the place where he lived was a very secluded area. In actuality, it had belonged to Serina's mother. It was willed to her after her mother passed away, but Serina, unlike Night Wolf, was more people oriented, and preferred to live in the populated city. She gave the place to her new friend so he would have privacy and be peace of mind. Though peace of mind was something that came rarely for Night Wolf. There were some nights where he was blessedly free of the agonizing changes, but most nights; the wolf inside him took over. He didn't know much of a way to control it, so he let it take over when the night came and the moon shined. He lay there in his deep slumber, when the phone rang.

A moment after the warning, the roar of a motorcycle could be heard. The gang saw a monster of a motorcycle ride out of the darkness into the light of the moon. The young woman saw the deadly steel machine, but was equally impressed with it's even deadlier looking rider. She looked at the detail of the metal beast. It was done in purple, and on the sides a viscous black wolf clawed it's way through the metal with fire and lightening exploding behind it. Then she got a look at the rider. Two long, powerful legs led up to a broad, carved in marble chest covered in only a black leather vest, two muscular, heavily tattooed arms which lead up to wide broad shoulders, a powerful neck, and a deadly looking glare upon the stranger's face. She saw his clear, green eyes glittering with anger in the light of the moon, and waves of long red auburn hair flowing over his shoulders. The three men stood there not knowing exactly what to do or how to handle this stranger. The leader decided he was going to have his fun no matter what. The leader started towards the young woman once again. The moment he started to move the monstrous bike roared once again.

He could feel his insides beginning to burn, his body starting to twist and contort. He couldn't stop it from happening, and he couldn't stay in tonight. If she saw him, he'd be in big trouble. His legs began to twist and bend, his arms started contracting, the claws began to grow, as did the canines and the snout. He gritted his teeth and clawed at his clothes to keep from screaming with pain. Within moments, the transformation was complete. The great black wolf stood where Night Wolf once lay in a heap. The beast steadied himself and looked around. It started moving carefully down the stairs making sure it made no noise so Krysta would not hear anything. It looked around as it crept through the hall and saw Krysta sleeping in the spare bedroom. The instinct within him said to go and hunt, but there was another instinct…one that was both animal and human… the urge to mate. Now in his wolf form, Night Wolf stalked into the spare bedroom. He crept up to Krysta as she slept. At first, he sat there and looked at her, studying her features. She was sleeping peacefully. The wolf looked at her hair, then proceeded to approach her. He got close to her hair and sniffed it lightly. There was a strong hint of pear and peach in it. Then he got even closer and sniffed her skin, a small hint of strawberry lingered on it. But he could smell much more than her perfume. He could smell the slight hint of perspiration that had come from her sudden fear of harm from the gang and relief that she was safe. But he could also feel her need for someone to satisfy her desires. She'd been left unfulfilled, and had no one now to take care of those deep urges that every woman feels. He could do nothing for her in the current state he was in. He looked at her for a few moments, the wolf in him curious, the man in him had urges of his own needing to be satisfied. But then he felt an urge that all life needed to satisfy…hunger. He stood up on four legs and turned around started to walk quietly out of the room. Krysta opened her eyes for a moment.

Krysta started to drift back into a deep sleep. All she could see was Night Wolf in her dreams. She let her imagination begin to take over. She saw herself in a darkened bedroom, candles all around, gossamer curtains flowing all around the bed, wind blowing softly all around her. Then he came out of the shadows approaching her with eyes of desire...Night Wolf. He had a body men would kill to have, and make even the most strict nun drop her vow of chastity for one night in his arms. He wore only a pair of tight leather pants. She opened her arms as he climbed on top of her immediately attacking her mouth with his. He started to lick her neck and then ravish her breasts almost savagely, like an animal. "Oh…Wolf…yes…" she groaned feeling him suck hard at her nipples. She turned her head to look into his eyes, but instead of the handsome Night Wolf, there lay on top of her a wolf like creature, still in the midst of transformation. Suddenly Krysta opened her eyes from her dream screaming in terror. She jumped out of her bed in a cold sweat. Trying to come to her senses she looked around to find she was in the spare bedroom Night Wolf had put her in. She had a normal bed, and she was safe.

It was later that night when Night Wolf woke up in his bed. He put a sheet around his waist and looked around. He walked down stairs and down the hall to see Krysta still sleeping, unaware of the nightmare she'd had. He then went into the kitchen and looked out the backdoor. He found the carcass of a deer lying in the back yard. He went back to Krysta's room for a moment and looked at her. He was tempted to go in there, remembering how he had studied her before after his transformation. He saw she was still asleep, and surmised she had seen or heard nothing of what happened in the previous hours of the night. He walked back up to his room and took the sheet off and got into bed. In the months after the experiment that left him with his unfortunate predicament, he had soon learned to sleep without clothes on. He pulled the covers over him up past his waist and then just lay there looking up at the ceiling. He kept thinking about Krysta. Something about her was turning him on, making him want her, but he didn't know what. He didn't even know her until tonight. But something in him wanted to know her better. But then he felt the weariness of the night's hunt beginning to drain him. He let his eyes slowly close and finally fell asleep.

Krysta followed Night Wolf out the door and watched him get his bike out of the garage. He put up the kick- stand and then revved the motorcycle up. Krysta cautiously got on behind him and they sped off. She held on tight to Night Wolf's waist while they sped down the highway towards the city. She watched the trees and bushes just whizzing by making her a little dizzy. She watched the flurry of green blurs until they reached the city. She still clung to his hips with her hands and leaned her head against his back. He could still smell her womanly scent, the way a male wolf could smell out a mate. And she lived close by. Maybe, he thought; he would begin to loosen himself up a bit with his restrictions on relationships with females and start dating again. Maybe he'd ask Krysta. She seemed nice, but he'd have to be careful…very careful. There was only so much a guy could take of one hand tango on Saturday nights. For now, he wanted to get her home, and catch up on things with Serina.

It was evening. Krysta lay on her bed sleeping to relieve the stress of the day's work and unpleasant encounter with Mr. Jackovv. Most of her sleep had been sound and dreamless…then her mind began to wander. She found herself beginning to wander down a long corridor in a long white silken gown. She felt almost as if she were floating across the narrow hallway until she came to a dim light at the end. She found it expanding into a room. She looked around at what appeared to be an empty room with only wispy curtains flowing in a wind she could not feel but knew was there. Then she looked straight ahead as one of the curtains blew upward to reveal a figure bent down over something on the floor. The view was blurry at first, then she began to see more and more what she was looking at. Her curiosity turned into shock and horror at what she saw…a creature, half man, half wolf bent over a deer carcass. The beast looked up. Krysta saw its mouth covered with blood and shreds of deer meat falling from it. Her eyes widened until they appeared as if they would fall from their sockets and she wanted to scream but couldn't. The mere sight had paralyzed her with fear. The creature started to arch its back and growl viscously. At the moment she thought the beast would attack the ringing of the phone brought her back out of her nightmare. She woke up gasping, but still unable to scream from the sheer shock of the site in her mind. "Hello…" she said with a horrified gasp.

It was late when the tattoo parlor closed for the night. Serina and Night Wolf said their good byes. Then Night Wolf mounted his bike and started back home to get a few hours sleep…at least he hoped he would get some sleep. He realized a few hours before he had made a date with Krysta. He wasn't going to stand her up as her other boyfriend had…but he was nervous. It had been ages since he'd really been with a woman, and he didn't know how the beast within him would react if he was intimately linked with a female. He'd not had much trouble around Serina, but she was only a good friend to him. There was no romantic involvement. But to live without taking a few risks was not to live at all. And wolf or no wolf…Night Wolf was going to live; not just exist. He made it home and went through his normal ritual of feeding his wolf- hounds and doting on them for a few minutes before heading into the house. He went upstairs and took a shower. Then he dried off and fell into bed. He didn't even bother to put anything on. It was just as easy to sleep undressed then get up and dress for him. That and the fact that if the creature inside him took over he'd just end up in bed naked anyhow. He pulled the covers over his body and just lay there looking up at the ceiling for a few minutes. He lay there counting the tiles in the ceiling until he began to feel his eyes growing heavy. He did not feel the transformation coming on. For once the beast would let him sleep this night.

The next morning came. As usual, Krysta stayed in bed till at least noon. She wearily opened her eyes to see that again she had slept the entire morning and the start of the afternoon away. She grumpily dragged herself from bed and headed for the shower. She showered and dried off. Then she slipped on a pair of cotton stretch pants and a tee shirt. She fixed chicken- salad sandwich then sat down in front of her computer and slipped in a disk that contained the work she'd done from the day before. She started the long and tedious process of editing and checking for spelling and grammar. She first checked to make sure the number of words were correct, then started the first part of the long correction process…the spell checker. The checking of grammar wasn't too long. Krysta had excellent grammar skills. But it was her speedy typing that led her to make several spelling errors and take up half the day checking huge documents for spelling. But, she was getting paid for it, so it was an inconvenience she could live with for the moment. It only took thirty minutes to check all the grammar, but nearly two hours to check all the spelling. Once she had looked everything over and was satisfied that no more errors were detected, she began to print the document out. That would take about an hour because of the huge number of pages and the fact that only so much could be printed out at a time. While the printer spit out page after page, Krysta prepared the envelope that the manuscript would be packaged in and addressed it. She put the necessary amount of postage on it and then waited for the printer to run out of paper then put in a new batch. She printed out only so many pages at a time so she didn't have to keep reprinting the last page when then paper ran out. As the printer did its job, she went to the kitchen to grab herself a soda. As she popped the top on the can, the phone rang. She went to the wall phone in the kitchen and picked up the receiver.

He then walked back in the house and slipped a shirt on and some shoes. He walked out to the garage and took out his bike and revved it up. He rode off to the spot where he had gone many times before. The place where the two wolves he had come to know now would mate soon. He always seemed to know about what time to arrive before they came out of the woods. He parked his motorcycle under the tree where he would sit and watch them for several hours until it was time for him to head back to his place to get ready for work. He parked the cycle and sat under the huge tree waiting for the wolf couple to emerge. Almost like clock- work, the male and female wolf came out and started to play with each other like two cubs. It had become a love hate relationship Night Wolf had fostered with the thing inside of him. He hated what it did to him physically, but somehow, it had helped him foster a love for the animals that he was now somewhat related too. He gained a deep understanding of wolves and their nature. And he began to develop a deeper respect for nature itself. It was the bit of calm in his now unpredictable life. For over an hour he watched the two wolves run after each other, frolic, sniff each other, then run back into the woods. He looked at his watch and saw it flash 5 p.m. He knew it was time for him to head back, take a shower and get ready for work. That is…if the beast would let him work this night. He could only hope that nothing would go wrong. Serina was in the process of working up certain potions and spells to help him gain a little more control over the animal inside him. It wasn't easy, but he wasn't going to let it run his life completely. He waited until the wolfen couple was out of site, then he walked his motorcycle back onto the road and revved up the steel beast. He sped home. The first few minutes of the ride he suddenly began to think of Krysta. Remembering how she had held onto him while he took her back to her place the morning after he'd rescued her. He could remember the scent of her, the feel of her hands gripping his sides. The thought went in and out of his head until he reached home. He parked the bike in the garage and shut the door. Then he went inside, showered, dried and dressed, then grabbed a steak and proceeded to cook it only long enough to make it medium rare. He ate as much as he had time for, then put the leftovers into the refrigerator. Then he went back out to the garage, got his bike out once more, and sped off to the city to go work.

"He's a big business tycoon. Thinks he can just buy people as easily as he buys a drink. I'm not the only one around here he's harassed. He wants to buy out the entire block here for some big plaza and casino or something. He's already intimidated and scared the old people who have no where else to go or no family into his condos. No one wanted to leave, but what could they do. Most of the tenants who used to live in the apartment were old or sick. They couldn't work to find a new place to live, and most have either been forgotten by family, or have no family to be forgotten by. It's up to the judge now whether he can just kick everyone else out and take over the block for himself. I'll be damned though if I'm gonna let this tattoo parlor just be swallowed up by some money grubbing leach. My people didn't go down without a fight…and neither will I. Look, don't worry bout it Wolf. This went on long before we met. Let's just forget it and get ready for the customers. Think you can handle the work load tonight?"

He sped up as much as the legal limit would allow him to get home. He roared into the driveway and stopped the bike. Not even bothering to park the bike, Night Wolf began to stumble towards the house. He managed to shakily get the key into the lock and open the door. Just as he slammed it shut and managed to get his coat off the full force of the transformation began to strike him. The pain, the force of his body twisting, contorting and extending until once again the great black wolf stood in the place of its human counter part. The great beast pawed about the living room restlessly...the hunter needed prey. But found it was confined to the house as the door had been shut and there was no way for the wolf to open it. Then it eyed a window that Wolf had forgotten to close that day before he left. The creature took steps back, and then ran and leapt deftly out the window and into the night.

Krysta dropped off her package and paid for the shipping and handling. Then seeing as she had nothing else important to do that day, and deciding she needed a day off, went to the shopping plaza in town and looked around for awhile. She looked around in a store that sold mostly collectibles and precious nick- knacks. She looked around, and saw the statue of an Indian woman kneeling with a wolf at her side...a black wolf. All of the sudden, the thought of Night Wolf entered her mind. At first, the site invoked thoughts of peace and tranquillity, but in an instant, she began to see blood flow from the woman, and the wolf bent over sorrowfully. Her eyes widened in shock. Was she seeing things? She looked again. The statue was as it was when she first looked. It was calm, peaceful, and undisturbed. She shook her head for a moment.

Krysta was on her way back from the park when a strange feeling came over her. She had a flashback of the vision she had saw of the bleeding woman and mournful wolf. Something didn't feel right. She felt something…something bad was happening, but didn't know what. Meanwhile, Night Wolf also was preparing to return to Silver Rose Tattoo to start an early evening shift hoping he would not have trouble that night. He too felt something strange. An unsettling feeling of unrest was inside him. He feared that if he went to work that night, the beast inside him would surely unleash itself. But he had taken the risk before. It was an everyday risk and he knew it. But somehow, it wasn't the transformation that bothered him. Serina…he suddenly had a bad feeling about Serina knowing she'd had a verbal altercation with this Jackovv character. He felt the need to get to work and make sure she was all right.

Krysta went back to her apartment. It was nearing dusk, and she would need to get back to her apartment soon. She drove back to her place, but thought all the way of the vision she had seen. Wondering what it meant, and why was such a thing happening to her. She arrived back at the building and got out of her car. Something…something told her to be careful approaching her apartment. She walked up the stairs with her keys in hand thinking she'd locked her apartment up. When she got to her place, she opened up the door. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight she beheld. The coffee table was overturned. Her figurines and small sculptures lay shattered all over the floor. As she slowly walked into her apartment she could feel the pieces of pottery and glass crunching under her shoes. She looked around to find the couch had been slashed, and cushions were thrown about the floor. The TV had the screen busted out. She looked in her bedroom. Clothes were flung around everywhere and her nightstand had been smashed up. She found her jewelry box tossed on the floor. Every piece of jewelry she ever owned was gone. Then, to her horror, she found her computer. It had been completely destroyed.

One man rushed up to Night Wolf, but he found himself caught in a vice like grip. He felt himself being thrown over seven feet in the air and several feet across to land violently against a wall. He was immediately knocked out cold. Two more men rushed at him and they found themselves knocked down as well. Then it happened. Wolf could not hold back the beast inside of him. The anger of seeing his friend Serina as badly hurt as she was. And seeing the perverted acts of her tormentors drove the humanity out of him. He started to writhe in and scream in pain. The remaining intruders and Krysta looked on in both horror and shock as they watched Wolf transform from a man, to a black wolf. The beast snarled and showed its fangs. Without warning the wolf sprang and leapt upon one of the men. He screamed and gasped as Night Wolf began to tear into his flesh. Another man was too shocked to withdraw his gun and shoot. Luis fumbled for his gun and prepared to fire when the wolf then looked up and set his bloodshot eyes upon him.

"He knocked me out with a sedative and must have put me under a mild anesthetic. When I awoke, I was back in my apartment. See, I didn't always live in Montana. I lived somewhere else, and like here, I worked in a tattoo parlor. When I awoke in my apartment, I just felt really shitty. I figured that maybe I was just having some side affects to the sedative. But it was that night that the change really happened. My whole body felt like someone was rearranging it from the inside out. The next thing I knew, I had turned into an animal. I didn't know why it happened. And I wanted to know because it would cost me my job. I couldn't work. Not long after it happened, I had become a man again. I didn't know what the hell was going on with me. Then, the next day or so, I received a call from the assistant who worked along side the doctor who did this to me. He told me that I had been implanted with wolf DNA."

"Krysta…you didn't know. When Serina comes here and she's well enough to interact, I want you to talk with her. Tell her what you have experienced. I don't know if it's true, but you may have powers. You've had a vision of Serina's attack. It doesn't happen very often, and most people don't know what to make of it. Somehow, you have powers that have tuned you into my wolf counterpart, and have connected you to me. I do know that it's not safe for you to go back to your apartment. What happened to Serina could very easily happen to you, only you may not be as lucky as she was. Strange as this will sound, you'll be safe here. I know when my condition… acts up. So I can get myself away from you if needs be so you're not harmed. The best thing to do is get in the spare room, and lock yourself in. I've never harmed a human until today…and that was only out of rage and the want to protect Serina. But I…I don't want to take any chances. Somehow I still retain some of my human sense even when I'm a wolf. But I would rather you be safe than be sorry." Wolf explained.

"I should have known better than to hire a bunch of thugs. They were probably high on something when they trashed Krysta's apartment. I have to do something. If I try to take my claims for the property to the judge, I'll end up being interrogated for sure. I should never have trusted those bafoons. I should have hired a professional hit man to get rid of Krysta and the Indian woman. I should not have been so generous with them. I have to get myself out of this mess somehow. I can't kill the women. The police will suspect me immediately. I'll have to leave the country. That's the only way I can avoid arrest and a trial. There are countries that have expedition laws. Cut my losses, take what wealth I can and take whatever measures are necessary to elude the police. Change my name, my appearance, perhaps even fake my death."

Wolf stood outside the fitting room while Krysta was busy trying on clothes. He looked down at his watch as he had been standing there for the past 15 minutes. As much as he loved and respected the female gender, there were just something's he simply could not understand about them. They insisted upon smelling like a flower garden or fruit basket, it took them forever to groom themselves, and if an article of clothing didn't fit just right, they had to spend countless amounts of time figuring out what would look just perfect on them. For Night Wolf, a pair of jeans, a shirt, and shoes was all he needed. But he understood that women thought that men had equally strange and often annoying little quirks of their own. Watching countless hours of football, getting drunk just so they could throw up, and gawk at the size of a woman's breasts or how tight her clothes were so her backside showed prominently. Men could be just as bad as women could so he didn't complain. He just stood there huffing one sigh after another while waiting for Krysta to pick out what she wanted. Finally she emerged with several pairs of pants and some shirts draped over her arms.

"Tragic yes. But you see; fate had nothing to do with it. I told the patient that the doctor suffered a heart attack. I; however failed to mention it was an overdose of sleeping pills that gave him that heart attack. I'm afraid Dr. Andrews wanted to come keep the notes of the experiment to himself. He only wanted to donate it in the name of science, and for the good of his fellow man. I had bigger, more ambitious plans for the experiment, and the participant. Many companies would pay a king's ransom to have such power, if it could be controlled and put to good use." The man explained. "You're beginning to interest me. But this patient as you so call him has become a thorn in my side. I had grand plans for property that I purchased. That is until this walking mutt walked in on them while they were about to get a stubborn tenant out of the picture. If I try to get rid of them now, the police will know I had something to do with it. I'm sure one of the fools that got caught spilled to the cops just to avoid a hard sentence. My plans are ruined." Jackovv said with dismay.

"It will take time. I do not ask for money at this point as I have plenty of Animal DNA to work with. I simply need willing test subjects…or if they are unwilling, subdued subjects will do just as well. Homeless people, drunks, run a ways will do nicely. People don't miss them and they're harder to draw attention to. You supply me the subjects, and I will begin immediately. Dr. Andrews took too much concern with the moral and ethnic standards with these things. I simply played his innocent little assistant until, I knew for sure it would work. I consider Night Wolf half a success, and half a failure. Success because the transformations take place, but still a failure because he cannot be controlled; nor has he learned to control his transformations. He would be useless to me. But his successors will be far more useful and easy to control. And if the experiment is successful, then it will make you and I both very rich, very powerful men."

That was all Night Wolf needed and wanted to hear. Without a moment's hesitation he laid Krysta on her back and pulled her briefs off of her almost before he knew what he'd done. He quickly got his jeans undone freeing his aching manhood from its prison. Not able to wait any longer, he got between Krysta's legs and entered her. He felt the surge of sensation rushing from his midsection throughout his upper body. Krysta felt his large shaft embedded inside of her rubbing against every inch of her tight inner walls. She wrapped her legs around his hips and grasped his hair pulling him down onto her. He forced his mouth against hers nearly sucking her tongue right out of her mouth. She could feel him driving hard against her as she clawed through the denim of his shirt. She pressed her palms against his chest forcing him to roll over on his back. She held onto him so they did not get separated. Once she was straddled atop him, she quickly took off her shirt and pushed down her bra so her breasts were fully exposed. He grasped them with his hands feeling the nipples grow rock hard against his palms. He pinched and teased them until they were nearly ready to burst. He felt her moving against him driving him insane with pleasure. She felt him throbbing and growing harder inside her. He took one hand off her breasts and planted it between her legs. He rubbed her throbbing spot making her tighten around him. She leaned her head back feeling her body growing more and more sensitive to what Wolf was doing to her. In turn he too was reaching the moment when he could no longer hold back release. He let go of Krysta and pushed himself up into a sitting position and held Krysta to him as tightly as possible. They locked into a deep kiss holding onto one another. Both of them felt their bodies ready to burst. Neither of them wanted this one moment to end. It had been ages since either of them had experienced such intense feelings. But the inevitable moment came when nature would not be denied any longer. It was Night Wolf who came first releasing into his lover, holding her tightly to him as he lifted his head to the sky and groaned loudly, almost howling. In the heat of the moment he grasped Krysta's backside pressing her as close to him as was possible. The pressure was more than enough to drive her to her climax. She too let out a cry of pleasure as her body jerked with muscle spasms. The moment finally passed for them both as they looked at each other, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Being the first to regain his senses, Night Wolf took a quick glance at the two wolves involved in their own mating frenzy. He saw that they were still involved with each other. He looked down at Krysta and she looked up at him. They just looked into each other's eyes before sharing another kiss. They stayed there in that spot; their bodies still joined. The sun had gone down. It was dark now. Wolf and Krysta continued to hold each other for several minutes, not saying a word. But for that moment, no words needed to be said. After several moments passed, they finally separated from each other and adjusted or put back on any clothes that may have been removed. Then after seeing the wolf couple running back into the safety of the woods, Night Wolf got up and helped Krysta up. Then he walked the bike back onto the highway, and he and Krysta got on, and sped back home.

Wolf picked Krysta up into his arms and carried her into the house. He took her to the spare bedroom and lay her down upon the bed. He held her for several minutes doing his best to comfort her. After a while Krysta finally began to drift off to sleep. Wolf took off her shoes and then covered her up. He bent over and gently kissed her forehead and nuzzled her face with his nose. He quietly walked out of her room and left her to sleep off the day's stress. He went to the living room and plopped down on the couch. At first all he could think about was finding Daniel and turning him into pet food for his dogs. The anger was building inside of him, and he could feel the familiar change beginning to occur. Dealing with Serina being attacked by Jackovv's men, Krysta now being pursued by a man she didn't love, and Wolf now being caught in the middle of it. The stress mounted on him, surrounding him like four walls threatening to close in. He could feel it coming…the burning of his blood, the twisting of his insides. But then he began to think about the encounter he and Krysta had shared this night. How spontaneous it was, yet how full of passion and desire they were. He remembered how good it felt to hold her, touch her, hearing her cry his name in the heat of the moment. He remembered how she clung to him, never wanting to let go of him. He made her remember what it is to be a woman, and she reminded him what it is to be a man. She was what he needed, and he was what she needed. Then something happened. Throughout the thoughts of their moments together, his body began to relax. The twisting and churning of his insides slowly began to calm, and his blood surged less and less calming the transformation. The process was actually reversing itself before it really began. He could feel his body returning to normal. For a moment he didn't think about what had just happened. But then it began to sink in what he had just done. "I…I stopped it. I stopped it. Serina was right. If I can control my emotions, I can control this beast to an extent. I was really pissed off, then I thought about Krysta, and I stopped the transformation. I've got to tell her this tomorrow."

He carried her over to their new bed and proceeded to lay her down upon it. She looked up at Wolf and without a moment's hesitation hurriedly put her hands around his face, pulling him down on her. Their lips locked instantly as if they had waited years to be together. Krysta tightened her arms around Wolf while he slid his mouth down to her neck. She let out a sigh feeling his palms pressing against her still covered chest. He felt her tense as he slowly slid her top up and then over her shoulders and finally off her body. Then he unhooked her bra finally releasing her breasts. He leaned down engulfing one of her nipples in his mouth. She let out a quiet moan while he continued to suckle upon one nipple, then go to the other and do the same. Then he rose up and slipped off the leather vest he was wearing. Though she'd seen it before, it never ceased to amaze her the sheer size of his broad chest. Of course, it never ceased to amaze her the sheer size of his entire body. He looked down hungrily at her and pulled her up to him. She took the chance to attack that gorgeous chest with her mouth. She felt the muscles tensing in his neck and shoulders. Her tongue laved both his nipples while she rubbed his chest with her hands. She felt his hands go down her hips unzipping her skirt. Then he laid her back down and removed it and her remaining undergarments at the same time. She laid there completely naked while Wolf stood over her. He started slowly undoing his leather pants and slipping them off until he was as naked as Krysta was. He slowly crawled over her bare frame letting his hair sweep across her skin. He stopped at the center of her thighs and started to kiss her quivering stomach. She felt him coming closer and closer to the place where she needed him most, but he stayed just above it licking circles around her naval. He inched slowly down to the nest of soft curls and ran his hand slowly over them. Wolf knew he could tease her into utter helplessness and relieve her when he was ready, but he would give into her this time. But he would save the thought in his head for another time. He carefully parted her folds with his fingers and slowly drew his tongue right over the aching spot. Krysta's body jerked suddenly feeling the surge of sensation course through her like a lightening bolt. Then he engulfed the tiny swell in his mouth careful not to suck too hard and hurt her. Krysta could feel her body tensing, her muscles getting tighter and tighter, knowing the moment was coming. But then Wolf stopped and situated himself over her and in the center of her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips and embraced him tightly as he entered her. He let out a gasp feeling her tighten around him. She felt his throbbing manhood filling her to her very core. She tightened around him almost holding him prisoner inside her own body. But it was a prison he would gladly stay in. She held tightly to him as he moved in and out of her. Their bodies began to move together in perfect union, they kissed each other with frenzied passion as if the next kiss would be their last. Then for one moment, they stopped and looked into each other's eyes. Pleasure coursing through them both, both of them at the brink of complete rapture, they looked at each other. Deep brown eyes and crystal emerald orbs looking into and through each other. That one moment there as no world, no bedroom, no Jackovv, no Serina, nothing outside that one moment existed. There was only Wolf and Krysta. For that one moment, only they existed. Then the sensations became too much for them both to hold back any longer. Wolf felt his heart about to pound out of his chest, his muscles tensing like coils, and finally he could no longer hold back release. He whipped his head back and gave one last thrust into Krysta finally releasing himself within her. The pressure too built up within Krysta's body and she cried his name as her body went through spasms after her release. Then all was quiet. They were both still too involved in each other to be aware of what happened in the outside world.

It was half an hour later and Wolf returned with what he needed for Krysta's headache. He went upstairs to find her still sleeping. It still tore at his heart how harsh he'd been with her. He had a reason to be pissed off, but it certainly didn't give him license to act like a complete jackass. He sat down and just looked at her for a moment. Her face was still red from where she had cried. He set the bag with the aspirin in it down on the nightstand and then he just lay down beside her and put his arms around her. For a moment she squirmed lightly. Wolf was afraid maybe she was trying to get away from him, but then he realized she was snuggling closer to him. He felt a wave of relief knowing she'd finally forgiven him for his behavior earlier. Krysta was still fast asleep. Wolf lay there with her continuing to keep her in his arms. An hour passed, but there came the inevitable time when he had to get up and fix himself something to eat. He noticed that sometimes extreme hunger would bring the change on and the last thing he wanted was to have another outburst in front of Krysta. That had already gotten him into enough trouble with her. He slowly moved and left Krysta where she lay.

It was early evening when Krysta and Wolf finally stopped talking and just looked at each other for a moment. The sun was just going down, making their bedroom dim, but not totally dark. Wolf lay back and pulled Krysta down to him. She touched her lips to his and they engaged in a kiss that started out mild, but got progressively deeper and deeper as they're mouths opened wider and wider. For the first time in their relationship she made the first move instead of him. But after the way he'd lost his temper with her, he felt she had the right to make the first move. She started to work her way down his neck. She heard an almost animal like growl in his throat. She continued working her way on his neck, then down to his chest. She opened his shirt and started kissing the top of his shoulders, then onto his chest. She started sliding the shirt off his shoulders. Wolf sat up so she could slide his shirt off of him. He put his arms around her holding her to him. She suckled at his nipples making him emit a deep groan. He pressed her head against his chest and pushed her hair from her neck. Then he firmly planted his mouth against her throat. Now that his shirt was off he laid back and allowed Krysta to continue her explorations of his chest with her mouth and hands.

She worked her way back up to his mouth. Wolf wrapped his arms around her and gently rolled over so that he was beside her. "Wolf…" Krysta began, but he gently put his finger against her lips. "Now's not the time for talking honey." He said and pressed his lips against hers. He pulled her shirt off of her then unhooked her bra. He kissed her neck slowly working his way down to her chest. He gently took her breasts in his hands slowly kissing all around her nipples until he reached one and touched his lips to it. Krysta let out a sigh feeling the heat of his mouth contacting the sensitive bud. He slowly rolled his tongue over it for a moment. He could hear her heart beginning to race, the blood racing, it filling her vessels making her breasts swell. His mouth firmly locked on one breast, the other was gently cradled in his hand. His hands glided slowly over her chest down to her belly. Slowly he pulled her pants and undergarments off at the same time until she was completely naked. She reached out her hands to him. He pulled her bear frame into his arms and held her against his massive body. She felt his chest rise and fall against her head as she pressed against him. She slid her hands down and started undoing Wolf's pants. Wolf stood up and finished getting them off until his body was fully revealed. He got back on the bed and lay down beside Krysta. He leaned over her and softly touched her belly. He slid one arm under Krysta's back so she could lay her head against his shoulder. He pressed his lips against hers while he slid his hand further and further down her stomach. He ran his fingers through the nest of dark curls feeling her body quiver as he touched her. Carefully he slid his fingers past the folds and delved into her hot flesh. Her response was a sudden groan and holding tightly to Night Wolf's neck. His fingers moved slowly around her womanhood feeling the fire burning deep within her. He felt the tiny nob throbbing beneath his fingertips. Slowly he moved his fingers across her throbbing spot. Her body tensed feeling the intense sensation moving all across her body. He held onto her with his other arm keeping her on her back. He was asserting his dominance over her, but certainly not overpowering her. After he had spent a moment teasing her into absolute helplessness he stopped and lay upon his back. He took Krysta's hand and pulled her to him. She lay her head upon his chest letting her long hair fall all across her back and over her shoulders. Wolf lay on his back and let Krysta lean over him. He had been dominant, but now he was showing he could submit as well. She lay over Wolf putting one hand on his shoulder, and the other slid down his chest to his stomach. She found his throbbing shaft and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. Wolf nearly hissed feeling her put her fingers around his manhood. He wrapped his long arms around her as she pressed her lips firmly against his. She slowly moved her fingers up the elongated shaft and then lightly dragged her nails along the underside driving him into near insanity. She could tell by the look of urgency on his face that he needed relief and he needed it now. She rolled onto her back feeling Wolf's massive frame upon her as he lay over her. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He wanted to just dive into her, but the last two times they had made love it was seemed to go so quickly, and though both of them got great enjoyment from each other, he realized he'd never really taken his time with her.

He took in a deep breath and got control of himself. He pressed his lips to hers and slowly began to enter her. She felt him inch by inch pushing into her until he was fully engulfed in her warmth. He straightened out his arms so he could support his weight above Krysta's body. She put her arms around his neck and held tightly onto him. Neither of them spoke anything audible at that point. The only sounds were a series of sighs and groans coming from them both. Both could feel their hearts pounding, their blood racing as they began to move against one another. After a moment Wolf found he could no longer support himself without weakening his arms so he carefully rolled onto his back so that Krysta was on top of him. She sat straddled a top of him feeling him throb deep inside of her. He put his hands on her hips and pulled himself into a sitting position. She felt the tension building up inside of her. Wolf's hands traveled across her chest cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples and engulfing them with his lips. He felt her tighten around him making the sensations more and more intense. His breathing became shallow and hard; his nostrils flaring, his heart pounding so loudly it was almost deafening in his ears. Krysta clung to him covering his neck with frenzied kisses. He felt her growing tighter and tighter around him until he couldn't stand the sensation any longer. He held her tightly in his arms. His back became rigid and straight and he whipped his head back and let out a loud howl as he released his seed into her body. At the same time he came, Krysta also cried out in pleasure as her body finally found its release. Both of them shuddered and spasms racked them both for several moments until they both calmed down and let their breathing come back to normal. Wolf held Krysta's shivering body tightly to his for a long time. He gently stroked her hair and kissed her softly on her brow. They were both exgausted and covered with sweat. Nothing was said between them. How they gazed into each other's eyes was all that needed to be said. Wolf held her for a long time, cradling her and nuzzling her neck until she finally fell asleep. He slowly lay her down and then lay down beside her pulling the bed covers up over them both. He put his arms around her as she snuggled close to him. They fell asleep in each other's arms.