Wedded To The Pack Ch 01

In this chapter, Jessica and Gretchen make plans to go to New York to fight against the President's News Conference and against Quinn's arrest warrant. New York because so many of the news outlets will have major studios there. They also have some psych testing done to prove they're essentially normal with an old friend many will recognize. This chapter is light on sex, but there is lesbian sex, oral sex and interspecies sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial work. This is a copyrighted work, and not to be duplicated, edited, altered or changed or published anywhere else, including other formats such as spoken without the authors's written permission. © 2025

Wedded to the Pack, Ch 1

Psychological Testing

Gretchen and I quickly made lists of the shows with the widest possible audiences to get the word out to the most people: Fox News, MSNBC, ABC, CBS News, The Tonight Show, Late Night, Late Late Night, Dateline, Sixty Minutes, CNN, New York Times, the Wall Street Journal. Maybe Saturday Night Live if they didn't make a joke out of it. We looked them all up and got phone numbers to call them.

We were getting ready to start dialing them and offering ourselves to be interviewed when Gretchen said, "You know, the government is just going to say we've got some sort of Stockholm Syndrome. That because of our indoctrination, we don't know any better. We need some sort of psychologist to say that we're in our right minds, and not some kind of zombie slaves to wolves."

"Let me ask you, as I haven't before now, do you have a problem offering obeisance to wolves, especially ones with dicks?"

"Well, we weren't raised from puppies like most wolves, used to doing it all the time from a very young age. It's odd for that reason, and I much prefer offering obeisance to bitches, but I'm becoming used to the cocks. I can't say the sex is bad, because the sex is always good. I just don't have an emotional connection for the sex, except with you, but I'm sure it's the same for all the wolves. You have your mate, and the rest is just sex. They don't think of it as making love to a special person, they think of it like hanging with your friends, like sharing a pizza. The fact it involves sexual organs means nothing. It's not uncommon to see a wolf sucking a dick like they're shaking hands."

"That's true."

"So, while I prefer licking Sasha to sucking Rene, it's become more like bowing or shaking hands. Hell, the only thing that's hard for me to get over is I don't get shaved pussy anymore, except for Lenore and some of the other human females. I'm forever picking hair out of my teeth. Quinn, as a man, is a little different for me, because he's always respected me and our relationship. I can say that I have some feelings for him beyond mere friendship, although it's not love at all, but I can almost enjoy sucking his cock, because he's always allowed me to love you without any reservation on his part, even though you're his sub."

I laughed and hugged her.

"So who do we get as a psychologist?" I asked.

"Beth Wilson-Hafeez has an international reputation as a psychologist working with people who've been sexually abused, or trafficked as slaves. She should be able to tell if we're suffering psychologically from our experiences."

"You're right. We'll need to start with her. She's based in New York, where we'll probably need to go for most of our interviews anyway. We'll see her."

"We can't call tonight. Let's go to bed, make love, and then get some sleep. You're going to need to do something about your job and your wedding first thing. You can't marry Quinn in absentia, and who knows if the shipyard wants a werewolf working for them?"

"You're right again. I'm so fucking pissed right now."

"Let me make you feel better."

"Even if you have to pick hair out of your teeth?"

Gretchen laughed. "Even then."

We went to Quinn's bed and made love for an hour, making some of the hurt I was feeling a little less painful.

******

I started with my job in the morning, calling my supervisor.

"What can I do for you, Jessica? Are you calling in sick?"

"Did you watch the presidential address last night?"

It took him a moment to catch up. "That was you? You're that Jessica Hagerty?"

"That's me."

"You're being raped by werewolves?"

"Most of that news conference was a crock of shit, put together by someone with a political agenda other than the truth. I was raped by a group of rogue wolves when my husband was killed, most of whom have been hunted down and killed by other wolves because they were rogues. The Marshall's Office sent a bunch of trigger happy cowboys to arrest my werewolf mate yesterday, a week before my wedding, and before the presidential press conference. The warrant was sworn out by a US Senator accusing him of rape, after I testified at a secret joint committee meeting regarding changes to the US Treaty with the wolf packs. I specifically told the committee that I wasn't raped in my normal relationship to wolves, nor that any of the sex between wolves was at all forced, but the cultural equivalent to a handshake, or bowing before the king and queen of a foreign country."

"Okay. Are you coming into work then?"

"I probably can't at the moment, because I have to set things right, so my fiancé isn't a hunted fugitive, but let me ask you, do you think my fellow employees want to work next to a werewolf?"

"You're really a werewolf?"

"I wasn't born as one, although my mother was unknowingly, half a wolf, but that's another story. My future husband had to bite me and turn me into a werewolf to save my life after my stomach was cut open, killing my child. (No point in telling him it was a puppy at this time.) If I haven't lost my job as the result of being a werewolf, who looks like they're going to be demonized by the government or parts of the media, I'd like to take a leave of absence and come back to work at some point, but I need to do some interviews with the press to set the record straight, and that will require me going to New York, and possibly to Washington, DC.

"I'd like to speak to the President at some point, but unless I raise a stink, he probably won't see me. I'll leave it up to you and your bosses as to whether I can come back to work, but I'm certainly willing. I imagine it will be a bit of a circus to start."

"Are any other werewolves working for us?"

"No, but you do have some who know of the existence of werewolves. They signed a government NDA that prohibited them from acknowledging the existence of wolves, which was required under the treaty the President cancelled yesterday. That might have negated the NDA, but they might need to consult with an attorney before they can speak. There are wolves all around you though, as school teachers, police, artists, firefighters, accountants, park rangers. The fact you don't know about them is a sign that they're not the ogres you might think. People need to get their heads out of their asses. Shapeshifters have been a part of our country since before its existence. They've fought in our wars as soldiers, sailors and even as wolves under General Pershing in WWI. I met a wolf who fought with Pershing. There are some wolves who are older than our country. They're not foreigners, they're Americans, working, paying taxes, and all the other things other people do. They just have a unique ability, like someone who has an eidetic memory. It is genetic trait, like sickle cell anemia or green eyes. If you need to let me go because I can't work right now, I'll understand, but I loved my job."

"I might have to get back with you on that. For now, I'll mark you out on an excused leave of absence."

"I appreciate that, thanks."

Next up for me, was the wedding. It would probably cost a bundle to cancel now, but I had no fiancé at the present. I just cancelled all the plans without giving the reason. I'm sure some would figure it out given my name was out in the public now.

Next, I called my grandfather, Gerhard, in case the New England pack hadn't already warned the other packs. There was no answer. That could be good or bad, I guess. I tried calling Patty first, but didn't get an answer, so I called Melinda.

"Did you see the President's press conference?" I asked.

"Yes. What's going to happen?"

"I don't know. Have you talked to Gerhard or anyone else at the compound?"

"No."

"Do you still have bodyguards?"

"Not since my last surrogate breeding."

"Could you do me a favor and check with the compound to see what everyone is doing in Wisconsin, and call me back?"

"It might take me a couple of days."

"That's fine. My cell phone is the same, but I'm leaving town for a few days, going to New York. I'm going to start showing up on news shows, so keep an eye out. Call me when you know."

"I will."

While I was taking care of my job, Wisconsin family and wedding, Gretchen was contacting the media and setting up interviews with them for sometime in the next three to ten days in New York City. She was setting aside hour slots about an hour apart for anyone who wanted it, which was most of them once she identified we were the women identified in the President's press conference announcing the presence of Weres and negation of a treaty that had stood for a hundred and forty years.

We took a break to eat lunch with the children and Lenore, then went back to work, making phone calls, and setting up interviews. Around 3:30 we finished with that, then looked up the information for Beth Wilson-Hafeez and made our last phone call of the day, putting the call on speaker.

"Hello, Sexual Psychological Counseling, how may I direct your call."

"I'd like to speak to Beth Wilson-Hafeez, please," I said.

"She's very busy at the moment, can someone else help you?"

"I don't think so," I said. "I need someone with her expertise and reputation. My name is Jessica Hagerty, and I'm a werewolf. I was mentioned in the press conference last night, along with my friend and lover, Gretchen Shriver. I need to prove to the public that I, or I should say we, as werewolves, are not a menace to society and I don't think any old shrink will do. I need the best, someone internationally known for her experience in treating trafficked slaves and the sexually abused to prove I'm sane and in my right mind. We'd both like an appointment for anytime after two PM tomorrow, but before Friday evening when we'll be holding a press conference to tell people that werewolves are not the beasts the President claimed they were."

"Could you please hold? I'll interrupt her."

"Please, yes, I'll hold."

It took a couple minutes, but suddenly a voice said, "This is Beth. You say you're one of the women mentioned in the President's National Address, and that you're a werewolf?"

"Yes. My friend Gretchen is also on the line with me. I wasn't born a werewolf, I was turned, but as an act to save my life, and I don't regret being changed. My friend and I need to start setting the record straight about werewolves. They aren't a danger to society at large, and we don't want people claiming we're suffering from Stockholm Syndrome or the like, and can't be objective in our beliefs that normal werewolves are not a threat."

"They aren't a threat?"

"You're safer walking through a pack of wolves, than you are walking around New York City."

"I have to say that I'm intrigued. If you were a threat, how would I protect myself?"

"Some of the legends are true. Silver bullets work well, as do silver blades."

"And you say that you're available after two tomorrow? Why so late? Why not a morning appointment?"

"I'll be driving from Maine, around a seven hour drive. Now that my name is out there as a werewolf, I'm not sure if I'll be on a No-Fly list. We'll leave tomorrow morning, at six AM and we should be there around one, depending on traffic, and I'd like to eat. I need lots of meat now."

"Any kind of meat?"

"Well, I'm partial to beef, venison and chicken, but almost anything works. I can still eat vegetables, but lots of protein is needed for shifting."

"I will have other people here. Is that a problem for you?"

"No, you can have as many as you want, as long as we have the chance to get things done."

"I'll put you down for 2:30. Do you need my address?"

"Got it off your website. I'm good."

"Why me?"

"You're in New York City, where we've got a bunch of interviews scheduled, and your work with sexually abused and human trafficked sex slaves is legendary. I need someone of your reputation to prove I'm not sexually abused and am perfectly sane by human standards."

"I'll see you then."

"Thank you."

A whole day of work, but we might have the start of a plan.

*****

Before putting the kids to bed, I told them that we had to leave for a while, going to New York.

"Is it because you're a wolf?" Matthew asked. "Lenore said everyone knows about the wolves now, so it's okay to tell."

Elizabeth said, "Jessica is a wolf?"

"So's Gretchen and Quinn," Matthew said. "They're our guardian wolves, here to protect us."

"Can you turn into wolf now?" Elizabeth asked.

"Honey, it's very painful to turn into a wolf. I can do it, but I'd prefer not to right now. When I come home, I'll show you my wolf, but Matthew is right, I'm your guardian wolf. There is a lot of bad information about wolves right now, and Gretchen and I have to talk to some people and make sure everyone gets good information, so wolves aren't in danger anymore. They kind of are, right now, because some lies have been said. Some were about me, and I can speak up and say they were lies. You'll see Gretchen and me in the news a lot starting on Friday. Lenore can let you know when we're on TV, and if it's not too late, maybe you can watch us."

"Okay."

We hugged them both and kissed them good night.

I received a phone call from an unknown number around nine PM, just as I was settling down to sleep after Gretchen and I had packed for our trip.

"Hello?"

"It's Quinn. We just wanted to let you know we're safe. Everyone's safe for now."

"Good. Pay attention to the news starting on Friday for the next week or so. Gretchen and I are going to be on a lot, telling the people and the media that the government are full of shit. Whoever started this shitstorm is going to feel the wrath of a couple of pissed off bitches. Can I call you back?"

"No. This phone will be disposed of as soon as this call is ended."

"Then I'll be speaking to you during our interviews. I miss you and love you. Stay safe."

"We'll do our best."

"I know your best is very good. Gretchen sends her love as well."

******

Gretchen and I woke up at five AM, wolfed down some raw meat and packed the car, and were on the road by six. The fastest route to NY was via some toll roads, so we'd packed lots of change in the car. We stopped at a rest stop at noon and had some more meat from our cooler before hitting the road again, following our GPS system to the address. Gretchen took over the driving since she'd lived in New York for a time after high school, as a struggling artist, and would know her way around better than I would.

We had reservations at the Hilton-Midtown on W 52nd and 6th Avenue, south of Central Park. It wasn't the Ritz or the Plaza, but I didn't want to pay those prices anyway, and it was close to a lot of things Gretchen wanted to show me or where we'd have to go, like MOMA or the Rockefeller Center. Since we got there about an hour ahead of our appointment, we checked in before heading to Beth's place of business, on the other end of Central Park on Manhattan Avenue near a 109th.

Not having time to unpack, we left our suitcase in the car and headed there as is.

When Beth said that there would be other people there, she wasn't joking. There were almost a dozen hard cases standing around the lobby when we got there, and even though I didn't see any guns, I could smell gun oil and silver. We went to the receptionist and said we had a 2:30 appointment with Beth. A young, fit, bulky ex-military from the looks of him, told us to follow him and we got on the elevator and he punched the button for the fourth floor. He smelled nervous, of adrenaline and coffee.

"You're not what I expected," he said.

"You thought we'd be hairier?" I guessed.

He grinned. "I guess."

"We're only furry in our other body," Gretchen said, "otherwise the same as the day before a werewolf bit my arm off."

"You're not missing an arm."

"Exactly," Gretchen said. "It's what we're worried about as wolves. That someone might like to chop us up and see what makes that true."

"You grew your arm back?"

"And my pubic hair, and a few other things."

We reached the floor and stepped out into the hallway where another half dozen ex-soldiers seemed to be waiting. Their guns were visible.

Halfway down the hall, a tough looking woman stood by an office door. "Down here," she said. "I'll need to search you for guns or knives."

"Okay," I said.

"Please lean against the wall and spread your legs."

We both did as she asked, and she did a very serious search of my body. About the only thing that didn't get searched, was my pussy and rectum.

"You can go in now," she said. "Beth is right inside along with some other folks."

Gretchen and I went through the door, and except for the woman, the only other person who seemed to be armed, was a grizzled, gnarly looking, wiry man in his late-forties. In addition to him, and who I assumed was Beth because she was seated behind the desk with her name on it, there was a man about fifty, and a woman who appeared the same age. Beth Wilson-Hafeez, appeared to be in her mid forties. She was in excellent shape, almost as good as the woman who frisked us,

"I'm Jessica Hagerty, and this is my friend and lover, Gretchen Shriver. We're hoping you can help us."

Beth stood up. "I'm Beth Wilson-Hafeez and the woman who frisked you is my wife and bodyguard, Sahar Hafeez-Wilson. Also present today, is my Master, Joshua Greenbriar and his wife and my sister submissive, Miranda Greenbriar, former Congresswoman from North Carolina, although that was years ago. The other gentleman is Joshua's head of security, Edgar Reynolds. Depending on what the issues are, they may be able to help you some, in addition to whatever I can do. Won't you sit down."

We sat down. The others took a seat except for Edgar and Sahar, who remained alert and standing.

"Please tell me how you think I may be able to help?" Beth said. "Try to give me a little background as you do."

"Gretchen and I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, normal kids, except that my mother is half werewolf, but all human. I'll explain how that all works later. During the last recession, I lost my job when the government cancelled their naval ship contracts due to the ending of the hostilities in the Ukraine and the easing of relations with China.

"I'd just bought a condo and had a massive amount of student loan debt, and had at most, three to four months of living expenses before I'd be flat broke. I couldn't find work in my chosen field of maritime engineering for the same reason we lost our contracts. Ship building died. I was searching for a suitable replacement, since working fast food in Maine wasn't going to pay my bills. I was cruising the internet for work, and got a pop-up ad, which normally I'd have ignored, but I was two months from bankruptcy at that time. The ad was from a company called Loup Garou...."

"Werewolf in French, isn't it?" Miranda said.

"Yes, although I didn't know that at the time. The ad offered money if I was willing to be a surrogate mother. I made an appointment to meet the head of Loup Garou at a restaurant near my home. He had me sign a non-disclosure agreement, promising the most dire of consequences if I should reveal the truth of what I learned to anyone else, including family. After signing the paperwork, he said he was a werewolf, and there were genetic reasons that wolves needed humans to breed. I thought it was a crock of bullshit, but he said he could prove it by shifting to his wolf, but it needed to be in private, and he suggested the woods or my home. I didn't trust anything he might want to tell or show me in the woods, so I invited him to my home, because I had a gun there, and I was perfectly willing to shoot him if he tried anything."