Dead wolf

Truths

I wasn't sure if my eyes were open or not. The only thing that indicated that I was awake was a rotten smell. My fingertips were covered by dust as I attempted to lift my body. I fell back down in sync with the clicking noise that was filled by a loud buzzing sound.

Someone had switched the light on.

It was Alistair.

I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I wasn't ready to confront him yet. He took a seat on the chair in front of me.

"Don't even think about tricking me, dear. I can tell you're awake so get up." I considered continuing the act but I then realised that if nothing could stop him from stabbing me then nothing would stop him from doing anything else. My thoughts stopped for a moment.

I was stabbed.

He stabbed me.

I'm not dead.

My hands trailed over my stomach, searching for where the wounds were.

Gone,

They were all gone.

"My wounds, they're all gone," I stated. Alistair chuckled to himself in amusement.

"Izara-"

"I'm alive. What am I doing here? You stabbed me." My brain had only understood what happened.

"Izara, let me explain."

"You can't explain why I'm not dead!" I yelled.

"Izara!" He roared. My mouth was zipped shut.
"Good. I'm so sorry if things came to you the wrong way but believe it or not, what did for you was for the best." He explained.

"How is stabbing me for the best?"I asked.

"Because your mother and her stupid stepfamily think you're dead, meaning that they won't come after me." I looked at his expression, it was a loving one that was filled with annoyance. I began to think before I spoke. Alistair's weakness was that he was annoyed, easily. What if I annoy him so much that he sends me back to my family?

"But what if they decide to come back for revenge?" I questioned, stupidly.

"That's not going to happen," he said.

"You don't that, though," I replied, sarcastically.

"That's not going to happen," he said, again.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Do you want the truth or not." It was then that I realised that I had failed to annoy him.

"Trust me, dear. By six months, you'll have already forgotten home." That had me trembling in fear. I never could forget Mummy or the family.

"Do you want to know how you survived the stabbing?" I nodded but regretted it, a few seconds later. "Because of my blood, not mummy's. Mine. You and me, we're special. It doesn't take what it takes to make a normal person die."

"What- what do you mean?"

"I'm getting to that dear, I knew that you weren't going to die because you're my daughter." He looked to the left side of the room and sighed. "Maybe it's better for you to see it for yourself." Without leaving me a second to think about what he just said, Alistair stood up and started removing his clothes.

"Alistair, what are you doing?" I asked. I covered my eyes not wanting to see him. I only peeked once through my hands in curiosity of what he was doing. A ferocious roar ripped through the air. I slowly removed my eyes only to see a grey Wolf in front of me in the same spot as Alistair was in before.

How had a Wolf even got in here.

I shuffled back to the corner of the room as fast as I could. I stupidly hoped the wolf hadn't noticed me which was impossible due to my swift, heavy breaths. I was already against the wall of the corner but I still pushed myself back trying to squish myself into the small gaps between the wall and me. The wolf had spotted me.

I gasped in horror.

Please don't eat me. Please don't eat me. Please don't eat me.

I closed my eyes before my face was met with something wet yet warm. I opened my eyes and stared into two icy blue eyes that belonged to the wolf. It playfully lopsided its head to the right so I did the same on the other side. I copied when the wolf slanted its head to the left. The wolf licked me again with its huge tongue. I gingerly put my hand out to stroke his coat of grey fur.

In Excitement, he jumped up and down. Too bad for Alistair, he was missing out on the fun. I assumed he ran away because he was scared of the wolf. The wolf huddled me in its thick coat. Just then, Charlie came in. He looked in confusion.

"I see I have come in at the wrong time." he scratched his head in thought of what to say. "Alistair, meet me in your office as soon as possible."

"What do you mean? He is not in here." I said.

"Oh," Charlie snickered to himself. I looked back at the wolf. Only, it wasn't the wolf but it was Alistair's nude body I was lying on. I jerked back.

"Where did the wolf go?" I demanded.

"Izara, I am the wolf." I stared at Alistair bewildered. "You were covering your eyes the whole time that you didn't see me shift and you still are." I felt wrong to look but reluctantly in the hope of finding the truth I opened them. I kept my eyes on Alistair's face, making sure not to look at his nude body. It was slow but was able to see grey fur emerge from his skin as I heard the cracking and popping noises as his bones rearranged. It was only now I started to notice the height of the wolf was abnormal and the strange tattoo he had on his human form was still there. His canines were abnormally huge. I put my hand out to stroke him before I bring my hand back knowing that he might like me stroking him.

It's okay.

I let myself stroke him while my brain panicked. How was it possible?

"I see the youngster has a lot to learn." Charles smiled widely.

I didn't like him.

He was like that one person in your class who did nothing wrong but you still would take the first opportunity you got to slap them on the face. I normally had this feeling when it came to Wendy and her bunch of brats. They did nothing wrong but I just didn't like them. I just assume it is because she is popular and I wasn't. I looked back at Charles who had a stern look replacing his smile. What did I do to him? I look at the wolf who looks like he is dying. I even heard whining. "Ha, ha very funny."

"What is?" The whining became louder. "Should we help him? He looks like he dying."

"No, Izara, the only thing your father is dying of is laughter." Charles's voice was cold and demeaning. "He hasn't told you, has he?"

"What hasn't he told me?" I asked.

"Alistair, stop fooling around, we have lots of preparation to be done before your father comes back." With that said, he turned back into himself.

"I agree." He said. "We certainly have a lot to do."