As the Moon Teaches

Homebound Excursions. Part 1

The next morning, Loren awoke with a start. Something heavy had landed on his bed and it abruptly woke him up. As he opened his eyes, he was met with a mass of white and blond fur. It was Gregory in wolf form, laying on Loren’s bed like he owned it.

“Morning Pelian.” Loren whispered as he brought a hand up to rub the wolf’s ear.

The wolf leaned its head into Loren’s hand, trying to get more petting from the younger teen. After a short moment, the wolf rose up onto all fours and stared down at Loren. For a moment, it looked lost in thought, as if deciding what to do next.

“Uhm?” Loren looked a little concerned as the wolf looked him over.

//”Training.” Gregory’s voice said in Loren’s head.

Excitement filled Loren as the wolf hopped off the bed. He was going to get help from Gregory for his transformation attempts. He wondered what plans Gregory came up with to help him. Hopefully something that the Alpha could think of might help.

Loren tossed the covers to the side and got up. He did not notice the way that Pelian looked him over. As he fixed his covers, he missed the way the wolf had to shake away any indecent ideas that popped up.

Once ready, Loren turned to Pelian and nodded. “Should we go to the living room to do this?”

//”Wherever you are comfortable.”

Deciding that his room was as good as anywhere, Loren stripped his sleep shorts off and tossed them on the bed. He closed his eyes to concentrate on pulling Zeala forward. Loren was determined that this would be the time.

He listened to Gregory’s calming voice as it advised him how to pull on Zeala’s power. He did his best to follow guidance. Loren felt for Zeala, tried to connect to his wolf the way Gregory was connected to Pelian.

After several struggling attempts to transform, Loren gave a frustrated cry before moving to sit on his bed. It only took a moment’s breath before Gregory was back in human form, standing beside Loren’s bed. He did nothing but stand there, ready to support Loren however was needed.

“I don’t understand. Why can’t I transform?!” Loren roughly ran his hands over his face.

“It takes complete connection with your wolf… and time.”

“You didn’t take this long…”

“I’m an Alpha.”

“So?! What have you got that I don’t?” Loren almost instantly regretted his words.

Gregory was suddenly pinning him to his bed, kneeling next to him. He easily held Loren down, his bigger body weighing down on the lean teen. His stare was steady and stern, no room for argument or struggle.

“I’m bigger, stronger, and more connected to Pelian than you are to Zeala.” Gregory leaned close, mouth near Loren’s ear. “Find out what is separating you two, fix it.”

Loren lay there, unable to struggle. He was starting to feel depressed at his inability to transform. He could not understand what he was missing. What was going wrong in his transformation?

As Gregory hovered over him, Loren closed his eyes. “Yes, you’re bigger, stronger, and an Alpha… but this is a basic thing for our kind.”

“So figure out what is wrong. You need to trust Zeala completely.”

Loren slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Gregory. He sighed a quiet breath before he reached up to place his hands on the other man’s shoulders. It was almost as if Loren was not in control of his hands as they moved to intertwine behind Gregory’s neck.

“I trust Zeala, completely.”

“In everything?”

“Completely.” Loren nodded.

“What about me, is Zeala right?”

Loren froze, that thought having never crossed his mind. Did he trust Zeala about Gregory? About who his mate was and how they should be connected. Zeala was one hundred percent sure about Gregory. Could Loren trust his wolf about his mate?

Loren stared up at Gregory, lost in thought about Zeala. He could not believe he had not thought about the fact that his discomfort with who his mate was could be a rift between Zeala and him. It was quite the lack of connection between them.

As he thought about Zeala, he did not notice as Gregory lowered and pressed their lips together. Eyes going wide, Loren did not move except to place his hands on Gregory’s shoulders. He was nearly frozen in place.

“I trust Pelian, even when he pushes through and does something to you.”

Loren listened, curious as it seemed the Alpha had a point he was getting to. He stayed quiet and still, not wanting the moment to turn into something he could not handle. He swallowed thickly, waiting to hear what else Gregory had to say.

“I’m not attracted to you, physically. I am drawn to you because of Pelian and Zeala.” Gregory kissed Loren again. “I’m getting drawn in because I want to be friends with you.”

Loren looked like he could not decide whether to be confused or understanding. It made sense that they were drawn to each other because their wolves were mates. It made no sense that Gregory was doing some of the things he did, especially if he was not attracted to Loren.

“I sometimes worry that once you and Zeala are fully connected, I won’t be able to stop Pelian.” Gregory said as he moved his face to nuzzle his nose into Loren’s neck.

“What?” Loren was not ready to see what Pelian was waiting to do.

“Pelian wants Zeala, completely. They want us mated so that they’re finally connected.” Gregory nipped at Loren’s neck, eliciting a whimper.

“And mated means… marked and together, right? Not just living together.”

Gregory nodded as he pulled back a little bit. “Yes, Pelian wants to bite the nape of your neck and leave his mark so that nobody can question that you are his.”

A shiver travelled up Loren’s spine as he listened to Gregory. Zeala whined, most definitely agreeing with what Pelian desired. Loren was actually uncertain of how he felt about being marked.

Gregory started to pull away, but Loren’s hands did not move from his shoulders. He watched the smaller man and waited for an explanation. When all he received was a slight tug on his shoulders, he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Lay with me. I think talking is helping me understand.”

“You realize we're naked, and Pelian really wants you…” He shifted to lay down next to Loren.

“I forgot this for a moment.” Loren did his best not to look down at their naked bodies.

Gregory settled next to Loren, wrapping an arm around his waist. He pressed his nose into Loren’s neck. He felt Pelian settle a little as he held Loren close.

“I wonder if my not being comfortable with having a guy for a mate is part of my problem transforming.”

“Very possibly. It’s all I could think of, since you’re trying so hard.”

“How are you handling that issue? Obviously better than I am.”

Gregory raised up on his elbow and looked down at Loren. “I handle it the best I can because Pelian needs Zeala.”

Loren blinked and tilted his head a little bit. Staring into those gray/blue hues that showed a stern confidence. The Alpha was so trusting of his wolf, that he was starting to accept a male mate, and this knowledge made Loren smile slightly.

“I could still go for a hot chick in a skirt, but if holding you close makes Pelian happy, I’ll accept it.”

Both teen men laughed at that, as the comment of a chick in a skirt was Loren’s previously. Loren stretched out a little, letting his side touch Gregory’s a little. Gregory draped his arm over Loren’s waist again. They settled into a silent, calm state of being for a little while.

Loren must have dozed a little, because the next thing he knew was Gregory yawning and stretching. He looked around for his phone, reaching under his pillow where it sometimes ended up. Checking the time, he frowned. They had missed their usual breakfast time and it was now lunch time.

“Let’s go eat before we work on you transforming again.” Gregory moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Loren sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed as well. “Something easy, like leftovers?”

Once food was agreed upon, the two got up and headed for the bedroom door. Loren turned a little red before he turned back and grabbed his sleep shorts from the bed. He watched Gregory leave the room and could not help but think that anyone would appreciate that view.

With that thought rattling around in his head, Loren left his room and headed downstairs to the dining room. He watched Gregory walk around for a moment before moving to help get lunch going. He did his best to not feel inadequate next to the Alpha, but  the older teen was definitely a bigger built person.

While they ate Loren wished he had half the confidence in himself that Gregory had. The young Alpha was definitely sure of himself, not the least bit worried about seeming a fool or crude. He could literally strut around the house naked and not seem the least bit out of place.

Loren had to fight hard to focus on his food and not his thoughts. More precisely, not on Zeala’s thoughts about the other werewolf. Thoughts that revolved around a bed, or a couch, and marking each other.

A grunt of frustration escaped Loren and he dropped his fork to rub roughly at his face. He ignored the questioning look from Gregory, as he had more issues in his own questions. Zeala was none too forgiving when it came to imagination and that partially scared Loren.

“Loren? What’s up?”

“Nothing… just Zeala,” he groaned, “being creative.”

“Anything I can help with?” Gregory sounded pretty uncertain, given a wolf being ‘creative.’

“No! Nope, nuh-uh. It’s bad enough as is.”

Loren was shocked to find that his body was reacting to Zeala’s arousal. He could feel his p***s getting stiff as Zeala continued to provide imaginations. Growling quietly, Loren tried his best to will away the growing discomfort that was not solely his.

Gregory could smell Loren’s growing arousal. He probably could without his stronger than human senses. He figured out what was most likely the problem by the clues. Zeala must be acting out due to a heat type desire brought on by needing its mate.

When Loren would not allow his help, the Alpha decided that he’d have to make Loren take his help. “Zeala is going to continue.”

“Nope, I’m good.”

“Loren, Zeala is probably having a heat. If I’d known, I’d have gotten dressed.”

Loren looked up, red in the face, at Gregory. The Alpha paused for a moment because of that look on his mate’s face. He had to get his bearings for a second before he could go on.

“I have an idea to help.”

With that, Loren’s face became a hotter shade of blush. There was very little to do about the situation that would be better than everyone just walking away. He was certain Gregory’s idea did not include walking away.