Sam

Long time ago Sam had made a promise to himself not to ever date a closeted gay. He hated people who dated closeted people. Who would have thought a time would come when he would have to date one.

Rick wanted to wait until the training's end to start their relationship which was fine. Sam didn't want him to loose his job because he couldn't tell people he had a male mate, not that anyone would believe him. Waiting for the two weeks was almost more difficult than not being pissed at Rick for being a closeted gay. Every time Sam looked at Rick, his wolf wanted all but jump him. The heated stares Rick gave him during the training didn't help his case.

Today Sam was staying back like many of the other students to work on his routine. He wanted to really make Rick proud with his knowledge. He decided to go with do half of the hurdle course in human form and half in wolf.

Sam waited for Carl to leave the course before he would go and practice. That boy was an asshole and he could almost see him frothing in the mouth to pick up a fight. Sam could take him, he wasn't the scared teenagers anymore but he didn't want to make the scene. Only Carl was deliberately wasting his time talking to his buddies on the track not doing anything.

"Are you done? Others need to practice too you know." Sam said, walking to them.

"Oh really? I don't see anyone else?" Carl placed a hand on his hips, challenging him. Sam's new found wolf really liked the challenge, he wanted to fight but Sam knew better.

"I don't want to pick up fight. Step away and let me practice my set."

"Let me practice my set," Carl mocked, making faces. "Don't worry Jordan has a big heart. He is generous enough to pass you without the test, if you suck his cock good."

Sam took a swing knocking him on the ground. He expected them to fight but all they did was glare at him, pick Carl up and leave the grounds. Sam felt uneasy the whole evening as he was training. Something was not fitting right and his suspicions were right. Sam was ambushed on his way back to his house. His cycle was kicked down the lake and he was carried in the darkness of the night with a cloth over his face. he was too terrified to focus on changing to wolf. They bound his hands pushed him on the ground. What happened afterwards was hazy. He blacked out.

Sam woke in dark of the night, in his wolf form, near the lake without any memory of what happened. Sam could could still smell the other boys but they were nowhere to be the seen. Slowly with some effort he changed to his human form and winched. He was exhausted, and thirsty. His toes were bloody and he had busies all over the his body.

He dragged himself through the forest to the Pack property. Subconsciously his memory took him to Rick. He fell on Rick's stairwell unconscious, having strength on his legs.

"Sam?" He heard Rick's Panicked voice from far as he came running. "Why are soiled all over? Are you alright?"

Sam grunted a muffled 'yes'.

Sam could feel Rick pick him up probably on his shoulder and carry him inside his house. He felt eased into Rick's familiar bed. Sam squinted his eyes to see Rick's concerned face looking down at him. He wanted to smile and he almost did but he didn't want to piss off Rick if he wasn't already angry. Who shows up butt-naked at their teacher's house right?

"What happened?" Rick asked, as he cleaned Sam with a wet cloth.

"I don't remember." Sam mumbled.

"You must remember something? How did you end up like this?" Rick concerned voice tugged something in Sam's chest, asking his to pull Rick closer and kissing him.

"They..." Sam stopped. He didn't even know if they hurt him or it was all his wolf. It him who had punched Carl first.

"Who?" Rick asked.

"It's nothing." Sam dismissed. He saw Rick's jaw clench but he let go of the topic as he stood up from his side.

"Rest." Rick said before leaving him on his bed.

Sam wasn't as panicky as before when he woke up in Rick's bed the next day. There was no smell of breakfast and it was still early morning. Sam stood up, wore the clothes Rick had left him last night on the side table and went out to look for Rick. To Sam's surprise Rick was standing on his porch naked, his ass on full display, his body covered with sweat. He must have gone out for a run in wolf form, Sam gathered going by his heavy panting.

"Good morning," Sam announced before coming out. Rick's body stiffened for a second but he did not squint to hide his nudity as Sam would have done if he was in Rick's place. He turned around and regarded Sam lazily. Sam gulped down the need to look down, it took him deliberate restrain to not look at Rick's naked junk. It took him exactly twenty second before he gave up the fight and darted him eyes to look at the most beautiful cock he had seen in his life. Maybe it was weird to call a cock beautiful but not in the case of Rick's. He wasn't hard, maybe semi-hard and in broad day-light his body looked like Italian sculpture.

"I think you are staring," Rick said as a matter of fact.

"I think you are displaying." Sam said raising his eyes to meet Rick's. Rick's lips perked at a corner before he walked past Sam and went to his room. When he came out he was fully dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.

"Thanks for helping me last night." Sam said.

Rick walked towards Sam, standing in front of him. "What happened last night?"

"Nothing," Sam walked towards the kitchen counter and started the coffee machine. Rick gaze followed him as walked around the kitchen assembling breakfast.

"It didn't look like nothing to be. Someone tried to hurt you," Rick accused.

"I went for a run and fell asleep in the forest when I woke up it was dark." Sam tried to sound nonchalant but was failing miserably. His wolf had being so anxious as it had been ever since he came back from the forest.

"Don't stress it." Sam said trying to ease Rick's perhaps pacing mind but Rick moved across the room and took him by the chin.

"Look at me," Rick gritted.

With hesitation, Sam did as Rick said. Sam tried to hold his gaze but he knew Rick would see right through his bluff and see how terrified he was after last night.

"Did anyone touch you?" Rick asked looked fiercely at Sam.

Sam shook his head.

"Speak up, Sam. I want clear answers." Rick said squeezing Sam's chin harder.

"N..No one touched me, I think."

"You think?" Rick growled. "Someone tried to hurt you?"

Sam looked away guilty.

"Look at me dammit!" Rick yelled.

"Yes!! I think it was Carl and his friends. I blacked out." Sam confessed.

"That fucking bastards." Rick muttered. Rick scanned his face looking for something more but he didn't find anything else, he sighed. "Have you blacked out before?"

"Umm..."Sam hesitated.

"Sam," Ricked warned. "words."

"Once before. The first time when I changed, I blacked out for few days."

"Why didn't you tell me that before?" Rick frowned.

"I thought it was insignificant." Sam bit his lips feeling nervous.

Rick rubbed on the lips, his eyes boring down on him. "Black out happens when your wolf is physically distressed."

"Oh." Sam looked up at Rick and the worry on his face almost melted him. Who would have thought Rick would look at Sam this way. Sam went on his toes and hugged him, circling his arms around Rick's neck.

"Don't hate me for this," Sam muttered. Before Rick could react, Sam tilted his head and took Rick's lips in a deep kiss. He rubbed his hard cock against Rick's thighs feeling frantic.

Sam! Stop!" Rick let him go and walked away. "Stop acting like a bitch in heat."

"I am not a girl." Sam protested.

"I know that pretty well, Sam. Listen to me." Rick took his shoulder and made sam focus on his face. "You need to report them to Jordan."

"What? no." Sam protested.

"You will. What they did was close to an assault and in a pack, we can't have that. It will disrupt the whole pack dynamic."

"But I hit him first. At the hurdle course."

"Do not try to rationalize their criminal behavior. You need to fight for your rights in this Pack Sam. And this fight starts here."