Tristan was a sophomore at the Hermiston High School, he had the build of a runner and could always be seen doing laps around the school’s track, Gerwyn often came by to watch the younger boy. Something about him fascinated Gerwyn, or rather his wolf…

Almost a year has passed snits the two had met in the school’s weight room. Gerwyn had been about half way through a bout on a treadmill when the other boy had walked in. With dusky blond hair, sharp fetchers, over sized almond shaped golden hazel eyes, and a faded scare slashing from his left eyes brow, over the bridge of his nose to right along side his right nostril.. Gerwyn couldn’t help but be mystified by him.

He had never seen such a pretty boy before, but there was something more about him, something that pulled at the wolf in Gerwyn. He was sixteen and just beginning his “Change” the wolf that had slumbered in the back of his mind all his life was coming to the forefront, and he still wasn’t use to the instincts that drove him.

The boy had walked over to the vacant treadmill next to Gerwyn and introduced him self as Tris, Tristan Becker. The two had talked well into the afternoon, and struck up and odd friendship.

Everyday they would meet in the weight room and train together, for half a year until the difference in Gerwyn became too obvious.

Gerwyn still remembered the hurt look on Tris’s face when he had told him he wouldn’t be going to the weight room after school anymore. Using some excuse, he didn’t even remember anymore. Tris accepted with out comment. But Gerwyn could smell they younger boy’s pain and sadness. The lie burned in his throat, but what else could he do? He certainly couldn’t tell Tris the truth. How could he tell his young friend that he was a Werewolf?

It was forbidden to tell humans, save for ones mate. Even human friendships where strongly discouraged among the Pack. Hence why he and Tris could only hang out at school. But now they didn’t even have that, not really.

After school Gerwyn’s mother, Seren Cadogan, expected him home promptly to three thrity, so that they could train, as one of the only five known female werewolves in the United States, and the North Western Pack’s Delta, she demanded a lot of her adolescent son.

Even though as werewolves they only need to transform once every week or so to keep their instincts in check, Seren demands that her son change at lest once a day. Gerwyn loves the feel of his other form, exchanging tooth and nail for fang and claw, however the process is still excruciatingly painful.

The school bell chimed, and Gerwyn checked his watch well past time to be heading home. His mother would be upset, but he didn’t care, a twinge of loneliness pulled at his hart, he missed Tris…

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Tristan Becker watched as Gerwyn Cadogan walked out from under the bleachers and disappeared into an on coming crowd of students heading for home. A pain of disappointment plagued him, but he shrugged it off.

Things where better off this way, he didn’t kneed any human friends. The Kitsune are a dyeing race, but Tristan’s blood was strong, His grandmother had mated with a German forest spirit, who’s other form had also been a fox, and his father, their son, had married a Scottish selkie. His grandmother believed it was his mixed bloodlines that made Tris such a powerful Kitsune,

Unlike his father and grandmother before him, Tristan didn’t have just one fox form, he had his choice of three different pelts, he could become a normal reddish orange fox, a white fox and even a black fox. In all her readings his grandmother had never herd of another like him, Tris was unique, the only one of his kind. And Ger was just a human, no mater how handsome one might think he is, with his muscular build, strong facial fetchers, sharp nose, and full lower lip.

What did Tris care for those deep set green eyes, framed by long lashes? For the mop of unruly dark brown hair that when whet looked almost black?

Tris didn’t care in the lest, not one bit. What did it mater that Gerwyn was unnaturally tall? At six foot four he towered over Tris’s own five feet ten inches.

Nope Tris didn’t care about Gerwyn Cadogan, not at all… Or at lest that’s what he told him self.

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“Your late!” screamed Seren Cadogan as her son walked through the door.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry Ma.”

“Don’t you “Yeah, yeah” You ungrateful little punk! What where you doing? Spending time with a girl? Who is she? What is she? You know I won’t approve of anyone who is not a shifter! I knew I should have sent you to W.K. Academy with your brother.”

W.K. Academy was the only school in North America designed for the supernaturally inclined. His older twin brother Lowe was already in a intendance, But Gerwyn had begged his mother not to send him.

He hadn’t started his change until his sophomore year just around the time he had met Tris, Tris was the reason he had wanted to stay, but he had told his mother he didn’t want to go to school so far away from home, the high desert was the only place he had ever lived he didn’t want to leave it.

Or so he had told his mother. He still wasn’t sure she had entirely accepted his story, but she had let him stay and that was all that mattered.

But in exchange for allowing him to stay home, after his first successful change Gerwyn had to agree to be trained by her every day after school, so they could work out together before going for a run along the river bank, and learning all the basics that every young werewolf must know to survive in the human world.

For just over half a year Ger was able to enjoy having time to spend with Tris, until just after the start of his junior year, he had made his first successful change into a wolf.

The experience had been more painful then Ger had expected. The full process of turning from man to wolf was not something to be taking lightly. Becuz one didn’t become some half man half wolf best like in the movies, no Ger and other’s like him fully transformed into true wolves, only three things belied them for what they truly where. One, a werewolf’s mass never changes, a one hundred and twenty pond boy becomes and one hundred and twenty pond wolf, needless to say they are far larger than any wolf one might meet in the wild. Two what ever your natural hair color as a human is the same color your fur will be as a wolf. And lastly the eyes, some say they are the scariest part a werewolf is that when they change their eye remain entirely human, the intelligent mind behind a wolf’s face frightens most other supernatural’s, even other shifters.

“Well, what ever. Let’s get going Ger.”

Gerwyn turned to face his mother, just by looking at her few wold believe that she was in her late forties. Seren Cadogan was a beautiful woman with the same dark brown hair as her son, chocolate brown eyes, and milky white skin. She had a well built body that she kept in peek physical condition. It also helped that the looked like she was in her late twenties. And unless you knew her one would never be able to guess she was the mother of six rowdy boys.

“Ma who’s watching the kids?”

Seren smiled mischievously at her son. “Uncle Jonathan has the boys today.”

Ger sighed Jonathan Ravenswing was a half Native American half Asian werewolf, he was tall with golden brown skin black hair and almond shaped black eyes, he was also the Beta of the Oregon pack, and beat his mother the Delta in rank though just barely.

“Ma don’t you think that’s a bit mean? Jonathon doesn’t have any kids, yet you saddled him with all four of the boys?”

“Nah its fine, Anne is helping him and she comes from a big family. Be sides its payback for last week when he left me in charge of the Pack Meet. He is Devon’s second its his job, not mine. He knows how much I dislike running things. I’m the only female in the pack; the men don’t want to listen to me. They give me too many problems. So this is my revenge. “

Gerwyn sighed; his mother was an exhausting person.

She was childish and over emotional, acting as though she had no cares in the world. Yet she was nearly forty eight she was the mother of six, and from her smell he could tell she was expecting yet again, just barley though. As far as he knew no other female werewolves had had so many children before, also the other three adult femail’s all had mates, only Seren didn’t. though Gerwyn supposed that had more to do with her mixed bloodlines then anything else, Seren was half wood sprite, her mother could transform into an owl, while her father had been one of the few full blooded werewolves. As a result of the mixed bloodlines Seren’s transformations went smother then other werewolves did. She still experienced the pain of the change, but she could change form faster and with less pain then other’s in the pack. Even Ger’s own transformation was less painful and far quicker then other werewolves, born of human’s or other non shifter supernaturals.

Normally the werewolf genes override the other bloodlines, though rarely there are werewolves born with other abilities. Like the son of a necromancer and a werewolf might be able to see ghosts. And other such things, how ever the children of the fair folk, the Fae, where said to have strange abilities.

He knew this to be true, aside from her quirky transformations Seren had other odd abilities, ones that he wasn’t sure even she knew the full extent of.

“Well what ever! Come! Come!” Seren took her son by the hand and pulled him along behind her, and out the door the back yard.

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After his time at the race track Tris decided it would be fun to go for a run along the nature trails down by the river. After a quick shower, Tris headed out to the school parking lot and gets into his silver two thousand eight Mercedes Benz convertible and headed towards the Mc Nary dam and its nature trails.

Finding a secluded spot to park, Tristan striped out of his school cloths and tossed them into the back seat. Gravel bit into his feet, and the cool breeze coming off the Umatilla River cased goose bumps to ripple across his pale sink.

But Tris didn’t care, he knew what was to come and shivered with excitement. Squatting down he took the mantel side step and in less time than it took to take a single breath where once stood Tris the man, now sat Tristan the Kitsune.

In this form he looked no different from a true fox; nothing belied him for what he truly was. His reddish orange fur rippled in the breeze his long legs bunched with energy and his nose was filled with a thousand different scents. With one last look at his surroundings Tris disappeared into the brush.

As he ran, Tris enjoyed the feel of his four feet beneath him. The pounding of his feet where in unison with the beating of his hart, the only sound that filled his ears was his own raged breathing.

He didn’t know how much time he spent at the river side and frankly he didn’t care, he wasn’t expected home until dark anyway. Whilst playing around Tris managed to catch him self a large field mouse and a small bird. They made a delightful meal for the young fox.

He had just curled up for a short rest in a small clearing, when something very large and harry nearly toppled over him. Tris jumped to his feet and growled at the intruder. At first he thought it was just some kind of large dog.

But once he managed to get a better look at it he realized it was no dog at all, but a wolf! What was he to do, wolves killed foxes! He could transform! Perhaps that would scar off the best?

Just then the wind shifted slightly and Tristan’s nose was filled with and overwhelmingly familiar sent.

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Gerwyn stared down at the little fox before him, it looked just like any other fox he had ever seen with reddish orange fur, black legs, black tipped ears, a white tipped tail and under belly. How ever it also bore a striking white blaze along its muzzle.

He hadn’t meant to startle the poor creature; he was just trying to get away from his mother. She was a monster. Always chasseing and attacking him out of nowhere. He had finally managed to get way from her when he had slipped and fallen into the clearing.

The fox seemed to be in shock, Gerwyn took a step closer just to be sure the poor thing wasn’t hurt, when a sent more familiar then his own struck him.

Brushing his nose against the fox’s fur he inhaled deeply.

Tris! This fox smelled just like Tris! Looking about Gerwin grabed the fox by the rough of the neck and ran into the brush once more. Once they where a safe distance from the clearing, Ger dropped the fox and glared at him for a moment before disappearing behind a bush.

After a few tense moments Gerwyn was able to initiate the change. His lush dark fur began to reseed, his spine arched, the toes of his forelegs began to elongate, his muscles bunched and his bones shifted, the pain lasted for only a few minuets but it felt like hours.

Exhausted he collapsed, the sharp grasses biting into his sensitive skin, sweat soaked Gerwyn shivered in the cool air.

After a few moments rest, Ger forced him self to his feet. Stumbling back to the clearing, he found Tristan sitting right where he had left the fox. Gerwyn couldn’t help but notes how good Tristan looked, with his pail skin flushed and dusky blond hair a mess.

Gerwyn positioned him self in front of Tristan, and slowly sat down carful not to bump the younger boy.

His wolf was going wild, it wanted to stake a claim on Tris. To howl to the sky and let all other males know this was his mate!... His mate!? What the hell?! He was only seventeen years old, much too young to be taking a mate, and besides Tristan was male.

The wolf didn’t care, it had found what it needed in Tristan…

But Tris was his friend. They could never have such a relationship… Wait a minuet! Did this mean that he was gay? He had never actually thought about it. Its true that he had never really thought about girls in that way, but he had never thought about boys in that way either. Its true that he had always found Tris intriguing, but wolves where curios by nature.

Could he have really been harboring such feeling for Tris, with out even knowing it?

Doing his best to brush such thoughts aside, Gerwyn forced him self to face Tristan and said “I think we need to talk…”

“You think?” snapped Tris

Gerwyn smiled, “Ha, sorry, I mean we do need to talk.”

A reluctant smile touched Tristan’s lips as well. A hungry need stir deep inside of him, the wolf was trying to force his way to the forefront, and Gerwyn wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist his more base instincts.

“So um.. What are you? A forest spirit of some kind?” he asked tentatively.

“Kitsune.” Replied Tristan softly.

“Kit-sun-eh?”

Tris laughed, Ger loved the sound o his laugh…

“Ki-tsu-ne, it’s a Japanese fox spirit similar to a fairy.” Now it was Gerwyn’s turn to laugh.

“Hay! What’s so funny?” Demanded Tris defensively.

“Ha, Sorry, sorry, it’s just that, that so fits you. I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.” He side wiping tears from his eyes.

“Humph.” Tristan turned his face way from Gerwyn, disgruntled at the older boys reaction, to his noble heritage.

“Hay, I’m really sorry. M’kay?” Said Gerwyn soberly.

Tris simply turned up his nose at Ger.

“Tris? Hay come on Tris I said I was sorry. Tris?”

Gerwyn reached out to the younger boy intending to jostle him a bit. But lost his balance at the last second and toppled over, landing on top of Tristan.

With his hand splayed across his friend’s chest, he could feel as well as hear with his sensitive ears the other boy’s hart beat quicken.

Tristan’s sent filled his nose and Gerwyn felt his own pulse quicken.

Gazing into Tristan golden hazel eyes, Gerwyn watched in awe as a flush broke across Tristan’s face.

In that moment Gerwyn embraced his wolf more truly then he ever had before, and for the first time, he truly felt at one with him self.

Letting instinct drive him, Gerwyn kissed Tris, full and deep on the mouth. He kissed him until they where both struggling for breath. He released Tris for a moment before devouring his lips once again.

Tris slipped his hands around Ger’s waist and hugged him tightly, bring their bodies closer together.

Still kissing his beloved Ger’s hands began to roam over Tristan’s body. Sinking his fingers into that dusky blond hair Grewyn gazed into the golden hazel eyes that pulled at his very soul.

And together the two where lost in the sensation of love, lust, and teenage hormones.

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A few days later Tristan found him self in the last place he ever thought he would be. A werewolf’s den. Taking a deep breath, and straitening his shoulders, Tris approached the front door and knocked.

The woman who opened the door looked so much like Gerwyn that despite her apparent age, she could only be, Seren Cadogan, his mother.

She had the same dark brown hair as her son, her face was a more famine version of his, how ever her eyes where brown not the deep emerald green, and her sink was milky white, instead of tan like Ger’s.

“Can I help you?” She snaped.

“Um yes. Is Ger home?” stammered Tristan

“Ger? Gerwyn?” She gave him a quick once over, taking in his black buckled boots, black denim jeans, plain black t-shirt and his double priced left ear, that held two silver loops. Her look screamed disapproval.

“Ma, who’s at the door?” Asked Gerwyn, approaching his mother.

Tris brightened at the sound of his lover’s voice. Seren took note of this very interesting fact.

Gerwyn came into view with a child between the ages of three and four on his hip. He smiled when he saw Tris.

“Hay.” Said Ger, his voice taking on a husky edge.

“Hi.” Whispered Tris a bit sheepishly.

“You ready to go?” Asked Gerwyn.

“Yeah.” said Tristan.

“See yah Ma.” Said Ger handing off the child to his mother, and pulling the door closed behind him.

Grabbing Tristan by the arm Gerwyn pulled him into a tight embrace, and kissed him once deeply before the two of them climbed into Tris’s Benz.

As Tris stared the car Gerwyn asked, “So w