Dad was alpha, Mom was beta, and Grandpa was gemma, ordefault adult, and while I wasn't in the omega, or bitch-boy category,I was definitely considere... a pup or at least an adolescent. Wait, howdid I know all of that?Of course, my wolf instincts. Since they'd been activated by mymutation they must have flooded my subconscious with at least the verybasic understanding of pack dynamics so I could properly function. If Ihadn't possessed that knowledge I could potentially be ostracized fromthe pack. I washed the dishes and went straight to my room to change. I shaved my pussy, to make sure it was nice and smooth. Then, I put on a thong and a white, see-through lace nightie. I tiptoed down the stairs and sat next to my dad on the couch again. When he saw me, he gasped and said "Sweetie! What are you wearing?! Please go change right now!" But I simply gave him a seductive look, sat on his lap facing him & put my arms around him. "Are you sure you want me to change daddy? I know you like it.". " Great. I will watch..."You walk to the bathroom with me following. As you enter the bathroom, it is as grand as the room. There is a large glass shower with multiple jets and an oversized bathtub. The area is large with plenty of counter space and room to move around. I take a seat on the counter as you guide yourself to the shower.You are unsure what to do as no one is talking. You go about your routine, get the shower started, gather soap and a razor. Once the shower is warm you ask, "Is. Time is the only healer, and that, not very successful.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall, a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each had a story of the last world war, holding memories of fallen comrades and friends; Small and large victories; amusing anecdotes and tales to enthral young children, or bore the elder, young men. Not all of the war had been about blood and guts, mud, hard rations or killing the.