Liam Michaels is an average high school student. His life is not that bad either. He has a small group of close-knit friends and is on the swim team. There's just one problem. He's a VIRGIN.
Kaleb Rivera is the son of the Alpha. He has a great life...
It's the ultimate question; Nature vs. nurture. In my opinion; it's both. Let's look at nature. Our young transforms into werewolves every full moon until their potty trained. We believe that it has something to do with controlling your natural instincts. A baby's natural instinct is to poop and pee and in our case, transform. So once you get control over the instinct to move your bowels, you gain control over your transformation. After that, we can control any part of our bodies. That's the main reason why the parents don't let them stay around humans. The last thing we need is a freaked out human raving about their babies being monsters or aliens (the tabloid story about the 'alien' had me dying with laughter for about a week).
Now let's look at nurture. I don't know about anybody else, but the reason why I am so kind, considerate, and open-minded is how I was raised. My father, along with the rest of the pack, raised me to be accepting of everyone no matter their walk of life. We really don't like judging people because the hunters judge us (wrongly by the way). Our general rule is, first Do No Harm, much like doctors or wiccans.
I have a very weird person. The fact that I can heal from any wound inflicted on my body somehow turned me into a semi-masochist. I like pain. It turns me on. Hell; I came the first time I got my nipples pierced. It never sticks, obviously, but the pain it inflicts gets to me every time.
Ever since my 18th birthday, which was June 30th of last year, I've been getting in my car and coming to a BDSM club called Hidden Pleasures. It's just over the border of California, which is a 4 hrs. drive away, as opposed to the club in Oregon, which takes half a day to get to.
The first time I went to club, I was kind of disappointed. The main club was playing either some sort of dubstep or techno nonsense (I really can't tell the difference). Fortunately, I had done my research, and knew that I was in the right place. I looked for someone with a black band on their arm with a giant DM printed on it. The DM stood for Dungeon Monitor; so I knew I was talking to the right person.
"Excuse me" I said politely. "What are the rules if I want to go to the dungeon?" He eyed me up and down. "Can I see some ID?" he said. I understood. After all, I did look kind of young and you can't let anyone in the dungeon that is not of legal age. I reached for my wallet and showed him my I.D. "Black leather cuff on your right wrist if you're a dom, on your left if you're a sub, on both if you're versatile and a white handkerchief around your wrist if you're a tourist. Oh... and a $20 cover fee."
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