Chapter Two: Dane

The moon was waning. Taleeneff, or “Wolf Week”—the week of the full moon when all humans leave and the werewolves run rampant on Vukasin—was over.

Fortunately.

I despise Taleeneff. I typically lay in a supply of food and cage myself every night. I take care to always be chained and in the cage before sundown.

Gauging the exact moment when the change begins, when I morph into a werewolf, can be difficult. I’ve never missed yet, but it’s a constant concern.

More than a concern. A worry. A fear. Even a terror.

The Zokeery Enforcement Officers, they are heartless beasts. I say "beasts," because they’re werewolves, too, but they’ve been assigned by the mainland humans to keep the peace among Lupines on Vukasin during Taleeneff.

Although they are werewolves, however, the Zokeery never run rampant. When Vukasin was established and the Zokeery were first assigned, scientists on the mainland created a rare and special potion to counteract the effects of werewolfism. It uses a rare plant and so cannot be mixed up in large batches. There is only enough to dole out a bit to the limited number of Zokeery each month to keep their baser instincts in check during the full-moon week.

The heartless Zokeery have been known to use their cudgels, as well as their firearms with deadly silver bullets, on any Lupines they see running wild in the night. Even those poor creatures simply scampering and cavorting in animal ecstasy, enjoying themselves in bestial rapture but causing no harm to lives or property.

So we Lupines keep ourselves caged or chained, as much to protect ourselves from the Zokeery as from the other wolves.

I thought of my dear lBianca: “I won’t cage myself,” she’d said that day after we’d made passionate love, and before the full moon began to rise. “Nor chain myself. Not tonight.”

I sighed, thinking:

Wolf Week is over for another month. Fortunately.

As I stood on the broad wooden veranda at the back of my home, enjoying the bright sunshine and looking out at the ocean, I hoped I might glimpse some dolphins at play. Lately they’d avoided the island, after some Lupines had swum out and attacked them during Taleeneff that spring.

Perhaps Bianca had been one who'd attacked the dolphins, before. . . .

No. It’s too awful to think about.

As I banished these thoughts from my mind, I saw something that set my heart pumping and my blood racing.

It was a sensation like the one I felt each night of Wolf Week after the sun went down.

There she was.

Her.

The one destined to capture my heart in spite of what had happened with Bianca.

I didn’t notice her at first. I was about to turn to reenter my home when I saw her.

Trespassing on my private beach.

Well, technically she was not trespassing, for she kept to the wet sand. By mainlanders’ law, this is a public right of way.

She was barefoot. The incoming tide occasionally caressed her. I guessed the water was warm, as she seemed to enjoy the wetness against her feet.

Wetness. How I longed for the wetness of a woman against my throbbing cock.

She walked toward the villa beyond mine. For sale, it had had its share of gawkers.

Most of these came by the road, instead of intruding on my beach as she was doing.

I watched her as she approached the neighboring property.

I recognized her. She was the daughter of the island’s hardware store owner.

I knew the family: middle class with Lupine parents confined to Vukasin, like me.

She was the oldest and most sensible—if plainest looking—of three sisters.

The daughters, still human, lived with their parents for only three weeks each month. For the fourth week, , they boarded the ship to the mainland. This was normal behavior for the human relatives of the Lupines confined to Vukasin. I’d heard they spent Taleeneff in a northern area with their human aunt and uncle.

As I stood musing, she looked up, giving a quizzical look.

I returned her gaze, taking two steps toward the edge of the veranda to scrutinize her face with my Lupine vision.

I caught a whiff of her scent. She wore no panties. I became aroused at the delicious aroma. The brightness of the setting sun shone through her flimsy little frock, showing the very attractive silhouette of her well-formed legs.

My cock grew rock hard. I longed to touch her thighs, to spread them, to lick the wetness of her pussy and her clit before entering her.  

I took two more steps across the veranda toward her.

I raised my nose and sniffed the air, taking in her delicious scent, like the wolf that I was.

Her scent told me her cunt was moist, but only vslightly. Being an Alpha, if I could get her under me, I could make her as wet as October, could make her want me, could make her beg me to fill her with my cock and pump until we both came and were sated.

I wondered if she read my thoughts, for at the moment she stumbled.

I was surprised by how much I wanted her in that moment, at how my thoughts had turned to her from my beloved Bianca.

I wanted to call out and ask was she the hardware merchant’s daughter, what was her name, why was she here?

Will you join me for a glass of the fine vintage wine I keep in the cellar?

But she kept walking. Yet she looked back at me.

Our eyes locked. She didn’t smile, and I didn’t, either.

I felt my eyes becoming more Lupine. Not a full transformation. But sometimes, in moments of extreme emotions, when in human form a werewolf’s eyes become flecked with golden yellow as it is poised transform to its wolfish state.

With wolf’s eyes, and my cock hard, and her delicious scent filling my nostrils, I stared at her.

Trying to read her mind.

Trying to judge her soul.