Thank you for reading my story. It's my first story so please comment if you like it or how I may improve. The story is set back before the freedom movement in the United States, so the couple is considered taboo for its time. (I've always dreamed of stories like this.) I wanted a slow paced romance between the characters, so that they aren't instantly in love.
All characters are 18+
(The above is meant to be italicize but I'm not sure how to do it)
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It was a full moon night. The trees whispered to another as the wind flew through, rustling the leaves and blowing away detached parts to their new home. In the distance a lone wolf howled resonating to the tiny village that lay at the end of the vigorous forest. The lone wolf was hunting a bunny down but before he could capture it in his jaws it jumped down into its hovel. The starving wolf growled in frustration, not being able to capture a single thing the wolf dug the bunny out. The bunny was shaking its frail body in fear. 'Jack pot,' thought the wolf. The hovel held not only the hunted bunny but a slew of them. The wolf's stomach rumbled and with a grace to the enchanting moon, he devoured the family of bunnies. Satisfied the wolf went down to the river to clean of his bloody muzzle. The river ran through the forest that connected to a lake where the village was stationed. The wolf jumped into the river with a running start. The current, stronger than usual, pushed the wolf down following the current to the lake. It mattered not to the wolf as he doggy paddled his way with the current. The wolf was pulled into the lake where he paddled for shore.
Of all his luck, which of course was bad, a lone human man was sleeping beside a tree. The man seemed fairly tall in his sitting position scruffy even; his trousers were brown with dust except the bottom which was covered in layers of mud. The man had his dusty bent hat over his face for sleep, except this man wasn't sleeping, at least not yet. The man was chewing on an oblong looking yellow stick that was moving up and down with his unshaven jaw. The wolf froze when he could touch the bottom of the shore without going under. The wolf sensed that the man had stopped chewing as his stick paused in mid swing. The wolf was afraid, for he already saw the gun that lay on the ground near the man. It was time thought the wolf to flight or fight, which one was he, dominant or submissive. The wolf unable to make a decision stayed plastered on the rocky bottom as the water rippled around him. The man reached up and tossed his stick aside as he stood up, ignoring the gun at his side, and began to change. Without the thought of taking off his own clothes, the man ripped his clothes as his body grew and shrunk. White fur covered his pink skin and bones cracked. In anguish the man cried in pain only to end in a howl. Stood in the man's place was a beautiful white wolf.
'Not another one,' thought the lone wolf as he stood in the cold water.
The dominant white wolf growled at the omega midnight black wolf. The black wolf dropped his head and tilted to the side, offering his throat. The cowered lost the fight before it even began. The wolf tried to run away back to the forest; however, the water slowed him down and before he could even reach the forest the white wolf jumped on the black wolf forcing him to the ground. The captured wolf whimpered at the sneering wolf. The moon lite wolf growled at the black wolf who tried to bury his head further into the ground.
The black wolf knew the laws of entering into other packs territory, but the water hadn't carried the other wolves sent. The wolf felt the pull of the moon and took its power that it was offering and changed into a human boy.
'Small,' thought the dominate wolf. The boy, who was barely a man, was skinny with his bones sticking out under his skin. The boy's black hair was long, which was unnatural for the time trends and covered just below his breast plate. The boy was colored too, not white like the people in the village but black just like his fur. The white wolf was confused, for he'd never seen a man this color. He heard about the colored slaves that were treated like cattle, but it always sounded like a myth to him till that night.
"Please," mumble the boy. "Pleases let me go, and I promise you'll never see me again."
The wolf could smell the stench of fear resonating through the helpless boy. The wolf could smell something special about the boy other than the boy's usual body odor. The wolf got off the cowering boy and directed him to the village. It was late and the wolf pushed him passed closed nit houses to a white house with a picket fence. The naked boy turned around coming face with the man's hairy chest. The man opened the gate and took the boy by his arm and dragged him to the door. The white man knocked on the door loudly to wake up the residents of the house. A woman with a white night gown opened the door. The maids eyes where blue and large in shock of the man dragging the poor helpless boy. He tossed the boy by the fireplace that was dying off. The embers glowed faintly red but was still filled with a little bit of warmth.
A larger rounded man came down a set of white stairs. "What's all the commotion about Thomas?" The heavier man was wearing a blue striped night gown and a matching night cap.
Thomas the white wolf bowed and grabbed the red blanket that lay over the brown puffy couch and covered the boy in a swoop. "Alpha, I found the wolf on my watch and I saw him sneaking into our village." The man didn't cover his nakedness. The boy was confused and scared.
"So kill it." The alpha replied nonchalantly.
"But there something special about him that I just couldn't do it."
The leader of the pack walked forward and knelt by the boy to get a better sniff of him. "Well, it is an omega, that would make it slightly harder for you to kill it, but I never knew you could pity rabbits, Thomas." The leader condemned his fellow wolf.
"I don't"
"Then kill it," the alpha saw Thomas flinch at the mention of hurting his find, "or shall I, since I can't trust you to do your job."
Thomas grabbed his leaders arm. "Don't."
The big man raised his eye brow. "Then do it."
"No."
"No?" Questioned the leader; "are you going against my authority? Do I need to put you down?"
"No."
"Then do as you're told." The leader growled.
"I can't nor can I let you or anyone else takes his life." Thomas was shaking under the pressure his alpha was putting him under.
The leader sat in a big brown puffy chair. "Interesting," the big man stroked his stubbly chin. The leader sighed. "It's late the sun will be rising soon. Take it home with you and we'll talk later."
The big man began to rise as Thomas spoke, "but-"
"You found it and picked it up. It's yours to handle." Sneer the big man.
"Yes alpha." Thomas bowed as the big man left the room and up the creaking stairs. Thomas knelt by shivering boy and picked him up blanket and all. The boy stayed silent clutching the blanket to his chest. The small pup's big black eyes were looking up at his protector's face. Thomas could feel the warm gaze on him, heating his ears red. Thomas walked back toward the lake where they met but stopped shortly to a small white cottage.
Still wrapped in a blanket in Thomas's arms, Thomas lay down on his single bed with the small figure in his arms. He could feel the small boy stiffen. "Sorry, I don't have another bed so you're going to have to share with me." The boy relaxed a little and swiftly fell asleep, tired from the day's events.
The following morning Thomas woke up having trouble breathing. It felt like a load of bricks where laying on him. He opened his eyes to the harsh morning sun and looked down at his chest to see his sleeping colored pup. He smiled at the way the boy slept on top of him stealing the warmth from his body. He quickly frowned unsure what the new feeling was and pushed it aside. He thought that the feeling must be contempt at the boy's sleeping face, for the boy looked starved in every way: sleep, food, touch, and social. He felt like he just gained an unwanted puppy that he has to pay special attention to.
Thomas tried to pull away from the boy only to unsuccessfully waking him up. Thomas sighed and grated the boy, "Good morning." The boy looked at Thomas and his arms on his hip and arm and stiffened afraid of what the stranger was trying to do. Thomas, unnerved by the situation, continued to pull the boy to the side of the small bed without falling out. "Got to take a leek," was Thomas's gruff reply as he walked out the house and towards the trees. The boy had felt the growing member and had felt phantom pain from his past and wept a few silent tears before the wolf came back to claim him.
When Thomas returned he didn't go straight back into the bedroom but to the kitchen to prepare to break their fast. The boy waited for the master of the house to join him back in bed with his legs spread apart. Thomas went back to the bedroom to wake up sleeping beauty when upon entering he saw the boy spread eagle on the bed. 'That's a weird sleeping position,' thought Thomas. Confused, he calls the naked boy, "come on and get up sleepy head, foods on the table." The boy dumb struck continues to lay there not believing the truth. Thomas pulls on some spare clothes of his and shakes the still boy awake.
Stunned the boy opens his tightly closed eyes to gape at the man. " Aren't you going to take me?" He asked confused upon the situation. Everyone else had always taken what they wanted and made him leave before anyone else found out.
"Take you where?" Thomas furrowed his brows.
The boy smiled, "nowhere." 'Could it be,' thought his brain happily, 'that he's just a simple kindred soul trying to help?'
Thomas looked at him skeptically. Watching the boy jump out of bed in all his glory, and not a bit ashamed of his nakedness, the boy skipped to the kitchen. He followed the young man to the kitchen where the boy was waiting eagerly for him. The gestured to the table where two plates of toast and eggs sat with a cup of tea sat on the square wooden table. The boy sat tentatively on the opposite side of Thomas. Thomas picked up his mug and watched as the boy picked up the fork with his fist and tried to gnaw off the end of the fork. The boy sneered at the fork and went to try again when he looked at Thomas. Thomas's smirk made the boy slam the fork against the table and leaned back into the chair looking like an angry five year old child being told off. Thomas picked up his knife and fork and using the utensils cut into the egg and spread the yellow yoke around his toast. Thomas watched the boy take up his utensils and made a mess with the food. Thomas bellowed in laughter. The boy was embarrassed and Thomas noticed the boy's eyes water. Thomas wipes the water from his eyes and smiled at the young pup.
