Charlie

It was fifteen years ago when I graduated from high school and decided to enlist in the Marines. I went through a few months of boot camp, then was offered a rare opportunity to be a part of a secret mission that very little knew about.

Being a young and egotistical idiot, I took the offer and then was blindfolded and transferred to a secret compound where I was forced to undergo multiple tests.

After a few months, I was put into a coma-like state, then was basically plugged into a large machine that removed all my DNA and replaced it with bioengineered animal DNA.

A year later, I woke up and was made to go through more tests before one day; they injected me with a shit ton of adrenaline and forced me to go through the change.

It was the most painful experience in my entire life, as every bone in my body broke, reshaped, and my skin was stretched to recreate me into a mountain lion.

About two years later, I and a couple others from the compound planned an escape. After we escaped, we decided to work together to free everyone else from their torcher and find information about how we could take down our enemies.

After clearing two facilities, we went after another one located in the mountains of Tennessee. This compound is where I found the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

We were returning to the safe house right now, and beautiful little Farah was sound asleep in my lap. She was a lot smaller than most of the Werebeast, and her big glacier-blue colored eyes were slit like a cat, even when she was in her skin form. Was it something that went wrong during her change?

It was a long three-hour drive; I shook Farah awake as we pulled into the long gravel driveway that led to an old abandoned mansion the guys and I found a few years ago. The yard was completely overgrown, and the house had seen better days. The roof was missing tiles, and the brick was covered in mold and creeping vines.

After Issac parked the van, I guided Farah and the others to the house. As we stepped onto the front porch, the steps creaked, and the big red front door was cracked and swollen as I pulled it open.

We stepped into a large foyer. Straight ahead was a grandmaster staircase; the marble tiles were chipped and stained, and the wallpaper was peeling off the walls. To the right was a large living room with an old leather sectional, and to the left was the kitchen with red oak cabinets, black granite countertops, and a matching island.

Towards the back was a small bathroom and mudroom, and the room to the back under the stairs was the dining room. There were ten rooms upstairs, five in each wing, and each one had a bathroom. There was also a large basement with a billiards room and an old workout room.

Whoever used to live here had lots of money, but when the owner died, it was left abandoned. The water ran off a well, we had a septic, and the electricity still worked, so we lucked out when we found this place. It was a perfect secret base with plenty of room to build an army.

Some of us still had some money left from before the change, we had to be careful, so we caught and grew more food than we bought. The money was for the basic necessities like toilet paper and shampoo.

After giving the newbies a house tour and assigning rooms, I left Farah to shower and change before dinner. I went downstairs and threw some deer burgers on the large grill outback while Raven and Venessa worked in the kitchen making a pasta salad and other things to accompany our dinner.

We set everything up in the dining room when Farah walked through the door. I swear every man in the room turned when she entered. I was practically drooling when her scent hit me like a freight train. Her hair was still damp from the shower, and she was now wearing a gray shirt that was way too big and a pair of shorts.

She looked nervous as she scanned the room. When she spotted me, she hurried over to where I sat. The poor thing was shaking with fear as she approached.

"After you okay, sweetheart?" I asked, knowing it was a stupid question. How the hell would she be okay?

She nervously twisted the bottoms of her shirt, revealing her smooth, lean, muscled stomach. I cursed myself when a tent began to form in my shorts.

"I'm just a little scared. I have never been around this many people, and it's been ten years since I have been anywhere besides the compound. I miss my brother," she said as tears filled her eyes.

I sighed, pulling her onto my lap. The others tried not to appear jealous as I rubbed her back and ran my fingers through her hair.

Nobody said anything as they continued to eat. We all knew what it felt like when we became free. We had to find a way to restart our old lives, none of us are the same people we were, and we won't be safe until our enemies are defeated.

Next to me, Kayden sat down and then started filling a plate with some food.

Kayden placed the now full plate in front of me, "Hey, baby doll, are you hungry?" He said, obviously talking to Farah.

Sweet Farah released her hold, wiping away her tears as she turned to face Kay. Her face turned red as a tomato when her stomach growled.

"I guess that's a yes," I said with a smile.

Farah looked hungrily at the food; lifting the burger to her mouth, she took a bite. Everyone's pants grew a few sizes too small as she moaned, inhaling the food in a matter of seconds. I was going to cum in my shorts like a virgin if she didn't stop wiggling her ass and moaning like that...Fuck…..