The spiked leather collar with my name on it jingles in the wind as I enter Alpha's den. For having nothing much to do, the constant howls of suggestive ecstasy finally stimulated my curiosity enough to check out the source of the noise.

As far as I can tell, I think Alpha and his mate are going at it like a pair of dogs in heat. But I won't really know for sure until I actually see them with my own eyes.

I stand at the entrance with my legs trembling. Unsure of whether to intrude on Alpha's privacy and bear his wrath or spend the rest of this boring evening hanging about trying to ignore the changes I feel in my body and spirit.

From the moment Alpha sank his werewolf fangs into my shoulder till now, I've been feeling stranger and not so much my old self as his venom takes over my body, changing my form and instincts into that of a lycan. Most of the time it's like he's brought me along this wild roller coaster ride where it's too fast and I'm upside down for the most part. And then the coaster car dives head first into the jaws of a waiting werewolf.

"Unnnh! Yeah!" The hot and bothered feminine cries of the Alpha's mate grow louder in my ears as I step into Alpha's den. There's not exactly a door with a lock on it in a place out in some secluded corner of Yellowstone National Park where its occupants are outright fearsome werewolves.

At least, that's what I think most of humanity will think of them. To me, these guys are the most honorable creatures I know. I mean, they might be animalistic or whatever, but they are loyal to their pack and their pack Alpha. Strong, confident, and the undisputed leader, Alpha's pretty much the only man I'll ever need.

The she-wolf's moans groan louder, echoing off the ancient stone walls of this cave that's Alpha's den. In here, it's his domain that he shares with his pack out of duty and kindness. The rest of the pack, probably realizing that Alpha and his mate were getting on, has respectfully made themselves scarce a long time ago. Not me though.