other wolves who had entered my house. Bernard, Graham and Angus, names I would never forget. I let him lead me to a tree a short distance away from the camp. “Go on and piss, boy. I don’t have all day.”
“What if I have to do more, Sir?” I asked.
“Then do so and when you are done, you will bathe in the stream over there. You reek since you pissed your breeches last night,” he said.
I walked up to the tree and reached into my breeches, removing my penis. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me extremely uncomfortable and I found it difficult to relax enough to let the pee flow. I looked at him over my shoulder. “I can’t… I can’t do it when you watch me, Sir,” I said.
He scoffed. “If you think I’m going to take my eyes off you so you can scamper into the woods on some ill-conceived escape attempt, you’re sadly mistaken.”
I shook my head. “I won’t run. I swear, Sir.”
“You try and I’ll make you pay, do you understand me, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hurry up.” With that, he turned and walked a few feet away from me.
With even a little bit of distance between us, I was able to relax long enough to do my business. All of my business. He led me to the stream when I finished and I had to strip out of my dirty clothes and step into the stream. It was cold, and I shivered as I walked deeper into it.
“Get all that filth off you and when you’re done, put this on,” he said, removing one of his wolf fur pelts.
I nodded and continued to bathe. Once I was done, I climbed out and covered myself in the fur, then followed him back to our tent. He pointed to the plate of food and I sat down and began eating as he went about packing up all of his belongings.
“Winston, Alpha wants a report,” another man said after poking his head into the tent.
“Tell him I’ll be there shortly,” said the wolf whose name I finally knew. Winston.
Funny, he didn’t look like a Winston. He looked like a Gregor or Boris. He was big, burly, and hairy where I could see on his arms and part of his chest. He had a full beard the covered the lower half of his face and a full head of thick, reddish-brown hair. He wasn’t handsome, not like my father was. And his nose was slender and long like a hawk’s. His blue eyes settled on me and he gestured to my plate of food.
“Hurry and eat the last of it,” he commanded.
I only had a few more berries and a slice of meat left. I stuffed the meat into my mouth, then scooped the berries up in my hand. I rose and he ushered me out of the tent, and we walked through the camp toward a bigger tent that was being taken down while another tall man stood outside, watching the progress. He turned to face us, his brown eyes acknowledging Winston first, then me, then back to Winston. I shoved the rest of the berries into my mouth, finishing off the breakfast I’d actually enjoyed eating.
“This the spoils of war?” the man asked and gestured to me.
“Indeed, can’t be no more than ten, maybe eleven if my judgement is correct, Sir,” Winston said.
The other wolf walked up to me, grabbing the fur that was draped over my shoulders, and opened it up wide. Instinctually, I reached down, covering my privates, and he laughed.
“Move your hands, boy. I will have a full view of what you look like,” the man said.
A hard slap on the back of my head jarred me and caused me to yelp in pain.
“Do as your Alpha tells you,” Winston ordered.
So, that was who this tall man was, the Alpha of this new pack I wanted no part of. I lowered my hands, exposing my privates for him to scrutinize. He looked at me from top to bottom, then closed the fur over my shoulders once again.
“Well-muscled, nicely toned. Strong bone structure, which means he’ll grow up to be a worthy wolf for this pack. Make sure you mold him to be such,” the Alpha said.
Winston nodded. “Of course, Sir.”
The Alpha smirked. “Nice size balls, too, for his age. Let’s hope he’s a breeder.”
“One can only put it to the test when he’s ready, Sir,” Winston said. I didn’t know what they