"I give up a pack and instead I am given a nation. It seems I can no longer run from what I am. So be it. Come young ones. There is something I must d...." Blood Fang said shifting into wolf form and leading the way into the woods. Shifting into their animal forms the new Were followed.Tom Larsen like the rest of the pack heard the echo of the call, but they did not feel its intended effect. To them it was just a call they recognized and Tom was not surprised when his son appeared, though he was. For all her worrying and constant head counts, a man could just simply pull one away wordlessly by grabbing a wrist and they would meekly follow. Like Mara, they quickly pounced if they saw an exposed, or unattended cock anywhere. Unlike Mara it wasn’t likely or possible for them to be physically drained from the women’s attentions.The men weren’t mean, or rough with the girls. It was only too easy to bring one to a dark corner on the ship and push their hard cocks into their soft bodies. . "I guess I also thought, since you were drunk enough to not realize it was me, you were also drunk enough to not remember what you did."Janelle sat there for another minute looking at the floor. "Not that drunk," she whispered."Excuse me?" I responded."I wasn't that drunk." she said. "I knew something was different, but I figured that because of the alcohol."She was silent for a short time. Then she continued, "I remember everything." Oh crap." I said to myself. I wasn't sure how she was. D'une façon ou d'une autre, tu en as fait un jouet sexuel. Mais je ne suis pas venu ici pour te voir tripoter une paire de seins. Comment as-tu réussi ce tour de force, voilà ce que je veux savoir."Le vieil homme lâcha la poitrine de Lara et lui dit : "Merci, ma chère. Lâche ton vêtement, mais sans cacher tes atouts." Elle resta donc les bras ballants, son vêtement vert couronnant son buste pendant que son maître marchait parmi les chaises. "Ceci, ma chère Slya... est mon secret pour l'instant..