Werewolves are Real and One is in Love with Me

Chapter Two

I awoke slowly, and sorely. I groaned as I stretched out my back and heard a few cracks. Then I took in my surroundings. I was in a large, unfamiliar room on a queen bed and I was wearing a tank top with some very cute panties and thigh highs. Hey, gay remember?

When the door opened I looked towards it and saw... Kyle?

"Good, you're awake," he said as he tossed me a pair of shorty shorts. "There's some people that you need to meet."

I slipped into the shorts and quickly followed Kyle out the door. That's when I noticed what he was wearing. He had on a dark grey long sleeve dri-fit shirt and dark green cargo pants with military grade combat boots of the same color. His normally neatly combed hair was going off in all directions and he had bags under his eyes like he hadn't been sleeping well.

"Kyle?" he looked at me. "Are you ok?" He took a deep breath before shaking his head and stopping. I stopped right beside him. That's when he pulled me in for a hug. Not the kind of hug friends give each other, more like a lover's embrace.

"You've been asleep for three days, Alex." My eyes widened in shock. Guess that werewolf really drained me that night. "Those three days were Hell for me. I couldn't stand the thought of being without you." I'm not sure I like where this is going. "Alex, before we go meet who I want you to meet, there's a few bombshells that I'm going to have to drop on you." Oh dear. "First off, every supernatural creature you've ever heard of exists." Figured that. "Second, I'm half werewolf and half kitsune." Half what now? "Third," he blushed hard, "I'm the werewolf that screwed you a few nights ago." I felt light headed. "And the final bombshell is that we are mates." Consciousness... fading.

Kyle POV

I felt Alex start to pass out in my arms and let him go so that I could make sure he didn't. He stumbled back a little and I was ready to catch him. Luckily there was no fainting. At least, not today.

"So to clear up, you're half werewolf and half..."

"Kitsune."

"Whatever the Hell that is," he grumbled. "We are mates in the romantic sense, not as in the Aussie term for friends." I nodded. "And you've already screwed me." I looked away and blushed at that, but I still nodded. Then he exhaled a breath I didn't know he was holding. "I guess now would be a good time to say that I've had a crush on you for almost a month then."

Both the wolf and the fox spirits in me celebrated while I just smiled with wide eyes. I embraced him and spun around despite his protesting. When I stopped, we were smiling like fools. I set him down and he took my hand in his as we continued to the living room where he'd meet the rest of the pack.

He had already met my parents and siblings, but the rest of the pack was still unsure about him. That is, until they saw us walk out of the pack house with our hands entwined. Those that were in their wolf forms let out howls of joy and those in their human forms clapped and cheered. Except for one.

An older wolf by the name of Felix Ivanovich. He moved to the United States with his parents from the USSR during the Cold War and was a veteran of the Vietnam War. He wasn't entirely supportive of romantic same sex relationships, but he was respective and polite towards all people. When I looked his way, he gave me a polite nod that I gladly returned. He walked off, his expensive cane supporting him on his right side and his head held high. Felix oversaw the majority of the training for the pack's young ones. This was because of his natural gift to identify each person's gifts and talents. He trained me personally when I was younger and helped me become one of the strongest warriors in the Eihei Pack. He also taught the pack members Russian and other Slavic languages while my mother, the provider of my kitsune blood, taught Japanese. While Felix was close to 70 years old, he did not seem it in the slightest. His body was that of a soldier fresh out of training and his mind was comparable to that of Albert Einstein. He was a master of Russian Sambo and fencing  as well as a devastatingly powerful boxer. He kept his white hair trimmed and neat and he had a very strong jawline that had a fair layer of hair on it. His cane held a hidden saber that he always kept sharp. He had become famous for his fencing technique that allowed him to cut his enemy and them not notice until he fully sheathed his blade (Hanauta Sanchou: Yahazu Giri). He was something of an uncle to me and most members if the pack.

After Alex and I had managed to break away from the pack, we went inside and plopped down on the couch. He grinned and adjusted himself so that he was sitting in my lapand rested his head on my chest. I leaned down and buried my nose in his hair and just breathed in his scent for a little bit. I would never get tired of this smell in a million years. Then Alex, being the dirty little pervert that he is, started squirming around so that he's was grinding against me. He wants to play that game? He doesn't know what's coming.

I slipped my right hand underneath his shirt and started to caress his chest and abdomen while my left hand held his hip and I lapped at his neck. He moaned and craned his neck to expose more of it to me.

"Hey bro, Felix wants to- GODDAMMIT DO THAT CRAP IN YOUR ROOM!" my elder brother Samuel interrupted. I was so going to smack him around later for interrupting mine Alex's fun time.