I guess one wouldn't have expected much from a place that called itself ''The Beer Chariot''. It was located in the historical quarter of Lungmen, where most buildings didn't surpass three floors, which included the ''ground floor''.

  My expectation was quite overturned, pleasantly I might add. At first sight it looked like a regular building, just somewhat more ornate than those around its close vicinity. Probably the home of a retired noble or a businessman of good taste. It was neither I realised as we walked closer. The entire building represented the establishment itself.

  It's no wonder that Provence had bought a fitting dress the other day, bidding me to wear something fancier as well. Texas must have messaged her about her choice of meet up.

  -''Hello Texas, it's good to see you again.'' I greeted the dark haired lupa and her companion.

  She nodded with a simple smile before she bid us in turn.

  -I'd like to introduce you to Bison Pides, an associate and friend.

  -''Tacet, and my mate Provence.'' I introduced ourselves as I shook what look like a teenager's hand.

  -Glad to make your acquaintance, Texas spoke highly of you both on a few occasions.

  -''Shall we enter?'' Texas bid as we were now assembled.

  It was quite an immense and ornate pub, I could even say of an extravagance of good taste.

  The building was unique in that it was constructed in the neo-Gothic style. Well maintained and eye-catching even from afar. It had the air of a distinct Leithanien architecture on the outside and even more so on the inside. As we entered I couldn't help but be impressed at the novel beauty of an age long passed. Its interior decorations were a complete dedication to the blending of the art nouveau and gothic revivalism style.

  All the stairs were wide, inviting, and made completely out of carved oak. The floor was made of smooth marble. Most of the windows were of colourful stained-glass. The furnishings were of the same age the place wished to represent. The walls were adorned with ample carved panelling along with a wide variety of paintings, each representing a pleasing facet of life. And even certain scenes that hinted at the indomitable human spirit and the resourcefulness of man. These paintings encompassed the best aspects from the styles that were known to me as the renaissance and humanism.

  All was intricate and beautiful to gaze upon. The two lupas seemed to blend in flawlessly in this place of art and elegance, attracting many glances. Provence wore a dark purple dress of good taste and arousing angles that complimented her own natural colour.

  That night I saw her in a way I have rarely seen Provence before. Not in her usual messenger attire, nor the usual simple clothes of homey comfort. But in something exquisite. And while I was no fan of such things, nor even one who could judge these attires in a good fashion sense, I could still attest that she looked... incredible. Her beauty seemed to shine more than ever in this change of scenery, in this change of attire. I was bewitched once more.

  -''Your lustful and intent gaze tell me this was a good choice.'' Provence had noted out of nowhere.

  -What can I say? The outfit exposes your femininity very elegantly.

  -Does it arouse you?

  -''Naturalmente.'' I replied with a wink.

  I unbuttoned my dark coat to reveal the black turtleneck I wore. Provence had asked me if I liked wearing anything else than black at some moment. But the question was inconsequential, they were all I had that was close to ''stylish''. And I wasn't one to buy clothes on a whim for only one occasion.

  That, or possibly she thought there may be a conflict of fashion, or interests since Cellinia herself was also wearing a completely dark dress. Only Bison wearing a bit more lively colours.

  For such a massive place it was soon obvious that it was also a restaurant, and so we enjoyed some fine wine along a meal while we were there. Bison and I got to know each other better, finding we had a few good things in common. He told me of his own exploits when he joined Penguin Logistics for a period of time, and I told a few of mine. As far as I would disclose that is.

  He was a good man I could tell, and he had a good future ahead of him. My only personal question, unshared at that time, being how close he and Texas were. They didn't give any hints that they were more than just good friends, and maybe that was all there was between them. I didn't push my personal inquiry, not even in jest. For I barely met him, and I wished not to seem a jokester the likes of perhaps Lappland or Franka.

  As pleasant as the night was turning out to be, something would come up that would make my blood boil. It seemed that while I had taken a pause to refresh myself, Provence, in a moment that she found herself alone, was approached by another man. A lupo as well.

  -''Do you mind? You're disturbing a member of a famiglia here.'' He had said, obviously irked at being disturbed from his flirtatious attempt.

  -This lupa is taken. And If I give half the mind I usually have you'd end up quite permanently without a breath, somewhere in a dark corner.

  -Big words.

  -''Please don't kill tonight mi amore.'' Intervened Provence in our conversation. And the seriousness of her tone beneath her voice's smoothness made the lupo man realise that the peril was palpable, and more danger than it was worth.

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  He left, and Provence and I resumed our seats with Bison and Texas. Our leisurely talk continued, only I subtly stared now and again into a mirror on the wall. And once I noticed a certain figure entering the gentlemen's bathroom I excused myself.

  -I need to refresh myself, I'll be back shortly.

  Entering the second men's bathroom I quickly put my observation skills to the test. Determining where my victim was. I prolonged my stay there, washing my face and my hands before gloving them. Inspecting my visage until a certain amount of time had passed that I knew he would exit.

  The door to the stall barely opened halfway before the lupo man was met with a full fist straight in his face. Pummelling him off his feet as he fell onto the toilet. I entered, quickly locking the door behind me. Making sure to make the least amount of noise as I punched his gut with unrestrained force, leaving him without breath.

  Then I realised what I was doing. My instincts drove me to kill once more. But coming so far now, to leave him alive would invite danger to me, or more likely, to my lupa. She was a wonderful creature, and more so unique... easy to recognise. Few were those with massive tails or with even her shade of colour. If he truly was a member of a Siracusa famiglia then he would be too dangerous to be left alive. I had to dispose of him, one way or another. I was already brainstorming ideas on how to murder him that would make it look like a suicide.

  I had told myself I would curb these murderous impulses, yet now I drove myself into a corner. I checked his belongings and surprisingly or not, found a stash of drugs on him. I opened his bag and took a taste of it before spitting it out. It was definitely the hard stuff.

  This degenerate could have used this on any number of people in the right dosage to take them out in a dazed and vulnerable state. This lowlife made my decision that much easier. I force opened his mouth and made sure he ingested all his merchandise. Ending the meal with another good punch to his temple that took his consciousness out.

  He would never wake again. That amount of powder was enough to kill two adults at the least.

  I listened carefully before exiting the toilet stall. The bathroom was empty at this point, and I took care to wash my hands once more before exiting. As if nothing ever happened. Provence regarded me without the faintest hint of suspicion to what just happened. Cellinia's gaze however was a different matter.

  She would speak first as I arrived back, proposing we left for another avenue. To which I agreed with no great enthusiasm just so I wouldn't give off any suspicions. We left, having had a good time before anyone else would be the wiser to what happened.

  At the end before our departure, Texas would give me a knowing nod and a subtle wink. She helped me willingly, she had my back. Even after her detachment on Rhodes Island had ended the bond of trust we had established between each other remained strong. She was one of the few people on Terra I knew I could rely on utterly in case of anything, and I think she felt the same. The many missions we went through together, the reliance needed upon one another forged a strong bond like that of a pack. None but Provence herself could I rely on and trust more than Cellinia.

  I nodded, intent to relay an honest thankfulness to her discreet help. And then we went our own ways. It was when we arrived back to our high rise hotel room that Provence spoke of something that she had noticed.

  ---Later that night in a Lungmen hotel room---

  We had arrived back at our rented apartment on one of the last levels of a skyscraper. The moment we entered... no, the moment we were alone I could sense her demeanour change, though she would not show nor reject me. But it was there. And when we returned to our abode she regarded me. Sitting on the glass table with Lungmen glistening through the night behind her in the panorama of the sizeable windows.

  -You've been eyeing me quite closely this night, mi amore.

  -You look incredibly feminine in that dress. In a way that a survival outfit doesn't do justice to your natural beauty.

  -Now you approach as if cornering me.

  -I cannot grasp my lupa with romantic intent without getting closer.

  -Are you sure you are not a wolf yourself in a man's clothing?

  -I can be as territorial as one.

  -Is that why you killed tonight?

  I was struck at her words, and impressed at the same time. As prudent as I was in covering my tracks she somehow found the truth. Even so she didn't seem too bothered by that fact.

  -He didn't deserve his life.

  -I beseeched you not to kill this night.

  -He was craven, and a threat.

  -Half truths. The full truth is that you killed him because he approached me. Everything else were excuses to empower your decision.

  -... Yes.

  -You don't even regret it.

  -I don't. His death puts me at ease knowing a possible threat to us was eliminated... the only grief I have is at the thought of you looking down upon me.

  -''Hmph.'' Provence puffed out, folding a leg over another and wiggling it up pointingly at me.

  -''What am I to do with you, my bloodthirsty mate.'' She asked, but more in jest.

  -Indulge me.

  -Indulge bad behaviour? Oh no, that won't do. I should teach you a lesson.

  I approached her casually, grabbing her dangling leg with enough vigor to give her a surprised expression.

  -Deprive this dangerous wolf eater my lupa? Whose more loyal to you than any wolf on this Terra?

  -Careful mi amore. Don't lose yourself in your old ways.

  -I'm not... I won't. But I need you, Provence.

  She looked at me with a thoughtful but indulging expression.

  -''This lupa is already yours.'' She spoke, her golden eyes radiating a steely gaze which reflected the truth in her words.

  -You are my life mate, I will never leave you to falter.

  -Come, let me mend you.

  I grasped her legs gently. Softly pulling her long stockings off, revealing her fine legs. Feeling the durable yet silkful texture of her skin. I was mesmerized by her beauty that night. So refined a beauty, inviting and all encompassing to a man. My heart was conquered once more. I grabbed her up in my arms, bringing her to our king-size bed. She wore a smooth smile for the mate she had ensnared in her life.

  She took the initiative to undress herself. Pleasing me with her voluptuous and healthy shapes, and not a degree less happy that I wouldn't rip it off her in my eagerness. Willing was the majestic lupa in front of me as I grabbed her legs, feeling them once, twice, thrice more as my manhood became hard as iron.

  Provence gazed at me with a fine, devilish smile at my manhood, at how willing I wanted to be one with her. Gripping them tightly she had no time to realize what was coming as I impaled her with such force that I felt the shock of leaving her breathless for a moment. Yet for all my force her body was not that of a simple homo sapiens, but one of the wolf race. Her kind, her body, was much more enduring, agile, perilous. She quickly gathered herself from the shock of my vigorous entrance and delved into the pleasures of mating.

  In a twist of the night I had grabbed both her legs in a single grip. Holding them upward as I ploughed her incredible durable and pleasurable being. My other hand grasping and finding purchase at the base of her legs. In this position I felt my manhood how it slipped through her whole being to the end against her womb. Pressing against it and testing the limits of her endurance as her sweet moans became louder, sharper.

  -Ti amo! Cassiel! Aaah!

  -''My wolf!'' I bellowed.

  It continued for long into the night until she finally brought me to the end, and I in turn made sure to fulfil her peak of ecstasy. When we were done I opened her legs, withdrawing my manhood and letting loose a white river. And myself a great breath from such a demanding but willing workout.

  Provence for her part looked ecstatic, fulfilled and almost drugged on the sensation which was brought by the fulfilment from the culmination of climax. My wolf regarded me endearingly.

  -Amazing. You had so much pent-up in you.

  I grasped her head and furry ear in my hand. Caressing, feeling the soft fur and silky hair of this messed up, sweaty and cum smeared wolf.

  She was an amazing creature, and I loved her with all that I was.