The rest of the day was spent in contemplation. Contemplation about renting my womb, having sex with what was essentially, an animal. No, make that non-human, something that could be both human and animal.

Then, there was the logistics of it. How did one have sex with a wolf? Face to face, staring at the long snout and ravening teeth, or was doggy style the only way for doggies to get it on. I actually went on line to see how dogs did it, and ran into videos of humans doing it with various animals. It gave me the shivers, but it did give me some ideas of how it could be accomplished.

Thank goodness we weren't talking about centaurs. That got me wondering if centaurs actually did, or had, existed. Werewolves. It still blew my mind. And Rene had said that vampires had existed, but he now thought were extinct, or at least in hiding. I guess the good thing was, that only if I were fertile would I have to mate with a wolf. The rest of the time, it could be with a good looking, human looking, stud. I did worry about the idea I might actually require bodyguards, that other packs might want to kidnap me.

I also wondered about the relationship of the moon to werewolves, and the female reproductive cycle. Why was the full moon a trigger for change in werewolves

Would I still get paid if another pack impregnated me? I needed the money. I definitely had a lot more questions.

The next morning I contacted Rene again and said that I was ready to meet the other members of his pack and that I had more questions to ask.

"Is it all right if I send someone else to get you? I'm tied up with a pack matter at the moment. We're also uncomfortable letting you know where our headquarters are until you agree to the breeding. You'll need to be blindfolded."

I could kind of see the point of protecting themselves before I made my decision. "Who should I expect, and what time?" I asked.

"At eleven AM and the two people I'd like to assign as your bodyguards eventually, a young male named Conor and a bitch named Brigitte."

"By bitch, I hope you're referring to her wolf sex, and not her temperament?"

Rene laughed. "Her wolf sex. She's actually quite nice. Brigitte is nominally in charge. Wolves have hierarchy, and she's above Conor, who's only a teenager in werewolf parlance. Brigitte is around sixty.

"Are either of them mated?"

"Conor is too young to have taken his first mate. Brigitte lost hers and hasn't taken another. If either were mated, I'd have to assign the mate as well. We don't split up mated pairs for extended periods. We'll feed you lunch. Don't eat heavy for breakfast."

I went out for another run, and this time I didn't feel like I was followed for the first time in ten days, which made me suspect Rene's pack had been keeping tabs on me since I signed up. Another question to ask later.

Today was the first day I didn't try looking for another job. I guess internally, I'd already decided what my next job was going to be, brood bitch for a pack of werewolves. I knocked out ten miles, showered, had a light breakfast, and I spent until eleven learning what the fables said about werewolves, since according to Google, they didn't really exist. Hah!

At eleven, a man and woman were outside my door. I guess I'd been expecting someone younger male wise, and someone older female wise, being told it was a teenager and sixty year old, until I remembered Rene was a hundred, thirty. They were both gorgeous, looking good enough to be models.

The woman was a red head, looking like an Irish colleen, except tall, like nearly six feet tall. The male was black haired, glossy black like Orientals. He was taller, even taller than Rene by about an inch. His physique, good god, it should be illegal to look that good. I could feel myself moistening again and both of them sniffed, and I knew my secret was out. I was a slut for werewolves as humans.

"Are you ready to go?" the female asked.

"What's your name?"

"Brigitte."

"And his name, and who sent you?"

"Conor, Rene."

"Then I guess I'm ready to go."

She smiled, beautiful smile, perfect teeth, not fangs. "You're more cautious than most humans."

"I'd never been told I'd need bodyguards before. I figured I might need to be more cautious."

They led me out to a Jeep Grand Cherokee, mud spattered, but late model. Conor held the back door open for me.

"I hope I'm allowed to breed you," he said, his voice a deep rumble as I moved past him to get to the seat."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Thirteen."

He didn't look at all like any thirteen year old I'd ever met before. He looked twenty-five, at least. Conor held up a black velvet bag.

"We need to cover your eyes."

"How long is the trip going to take?"

"Around forty-five minutes, more or less."

Forty-five minutes put me anywhere within about a forty mile radius of where I lived, around a hundred thirty square miles, maybe half that since we were close to the ocean and there was no boat ride involved. You could bury a lot of bodies out in the woods where they'd never be found.

"I have a gun in my purse."

"We smelled it," Brigitte said. "We're not a danger to you as long as you can keep a secret."

"I have to start wearing it now?"

"We don't even want you knowing in what direction we leave town," Conor said, holding up the bag.

I nodded and he put the bag over my head. It had a drawstring that tightened it down slightly. I wasn't claustrophobic, but being insulated in that bag made me nervous. Conor fastened my seat belt, then got in the front, leaving me alone in the back.

"Normally," Brigitte said, "we go around our compound naked. It allows for more rapid shifts between human and wolf form. Would you have a problem with that?"

Her voice was muffled by my bag, but still clear.

"I guess I'd like to see you in your natural habitat, so to speak. It might help me figure out what I'm going to do. What's the reason you two have been chosen to be my bodyguards exactly?"

"We've both received training as bodyguards, neither of us are mated and I like fucking women, in case you were normally gay or bisexual," Brigitte said.

"Do wolves have a lot of homosexuality?" I asked.

"We're all primarily pansexual," Conor said, "as you might imagine from creatures who fuck as both humans and wolves, often at the same time. We all have preferences, but no one will out and out reject sex with anyone else."

"Do you have to have sex with everyone?"

"Not everyone, but if a higher rank wolf demands your obedience, you can't refuse sex with him or her, unless you're ready to fight for a higher rank," Brigitte said. "Even if you're fertile. Normally, an alpha won't demand fucking if you're fertile, but it does happen."

"Is that the only way to rise to a higher rank, fighting someone who's higher in rank than you?"

"It's the most common way," Conor replied.

"Tell me how I go about having sex with a wolf."

"You'll probably want to be mounted from behind," Brigitte said, "for breeding purposes, but anything works as long as the male wolf is on his hind legs."

"Do you have sex in other ways as wolves?" I asked.

"We do a lot of licking as wolves, particularly if we're fertile. We don't necessarily want to make more wolves," Brigitte said. "Essentially, if we're pregnant, we have to remain in that form until the children are born. We can't shift while pregnant. That means we're stuck in human form for nine months, and wolf form for sixty-three days."

"If you fuck as wolves, do you have a litter of pups?"

"Yes, three to four usually. That's why bitches tend to be careful when fertile," Brigitte said. "We raise a litter for about a year, then introduce them to a regular wolf pack."

"Do other wolves recognize that you're different?"

"They do," Conor said. "Sometimes, a werewolf chooses to remain a wolf and not shift anymore. They usually become a pack leader because we tend to be bigger, stronger and smarter than normal wolves. They might do that if they can never reach leadership positions in our pack."

"Are you aware that you're werewolves in wolf form, and can you still think like a human?"

"We're always aware of our state as werewolves," Conor said. "We need to be, to make a shift back. We still reason, but we tend to be more feral, more instinctual and less civilized in wolf form. As a wolf, there's the pack, and the 'not pack' mentality, but not enough we'd ever consider you as food."

"Good to know," I said drily.

Conor chuckled.

"Will you be chosen as one of my breeders?" I asked.

"Probably not the first round. I might make it on the third or fourth if you stick around that long. I'm hoping you'll want to fuck your bodyguard in the interim though. You're very attractive."

"Thank you. So are werewolves."

"Have you ever had sex with another woman before?" Brigitte asked.

"I kissed a few girls in college, but never went much further than fumbling around. I have no moral or religious qualms about sex with women, but I've never done it. How much better can you smell?"

"In human form, we're about twenty times more capable with scents than humans. In wolf form, about a thousand times. I shifted briefly outside your house to see if any other shapeshifters or humans were nearby or inside. I could tell what you had for breakfast from outside the house. You use Pantene shampoo to wash your hair, Dove soap, Palmolive dish soap, and Secret deodorant. We'll be able to tell when you're fertile by scent."

"That's pretty impressive. Do you have regular jobs in human form?"

"Generally speaking, yes," Conor said. "I work as a bodyguard on the outside too. Packs treat money differently than humans. I guess you could say we're Communists. Our income goes to support the pack, we take money out as needed for our purposes. It's how we can afford to pay for your services."

"Since you're only thirteen in human years, how do you get a job?"

"The government provides ID's. We have to change our ID's on occasion too, because we live much longer than humans and don't age in the same way. My Driver's License says I'm twenty-five. That way, you won't get arrested for fucking a minor."

"Do you all live together?"

"We usually live four or five to a house, even if we're mated," Conor said. "We're more comfortable being with others of our kind. It's part of the pack mentality."

"We've entered the compound now," Brigitte said. "You can take the bag off your head if you want."

I unloosened the drawstring tie and pulled the bag over my head. We were on a dirt road in a heavily forested area. I saw a couple wolves, or werewolves, pacing the car. Advance warning, or checking out the new bitch?