Life is quiet and comfortable for Gael. Abel has moved in to his house, school is going great and he has his little solid friend group.
But as the population of wolves grows from one to four, Gael has to figure out how to navigate them looking to hi...
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The music was loud. The bass banging hard through my body, and I loved it. It was here I was free. Free of care. Free of responsibilities. Free of being me. I didn't need to even pretend to be anything but some guy dancing like an idiot who had too much to drink. I'd get lost in the lips and bodies of whoever was willing. There'd be no tomorrows. There was only now. There was nothing outside of this. This little club had become my entire world, and nothing outside of it mattered, once I stepped over the threshold. This was my scene. This was home.
It was easy to sustain this kind of lifestyle too, when all I ran on was booze, the occasional recreational drug, and a sandwich on my way home from the club. Surprisingly cheap. Didn't even have to work. Could just come here, party, go home and pass out. Rinse, repeat. No one asked questions, no one pried. As long as I could pay, I was welcomed. The doormen would greet me, let me skip the lines. The bartenders would know what I'd like to drink before I ordered it.
The strobe lights, the sticky floors, the half-assed disco ball in the ceiling. I knew everything in detail and could draw it all from memory if I wanted. But I hadn't been drawing for ages now. There really wasn't time when all I did was party and sleep, party, and sleep. I also didn't want to even approach my sketchbooks. Filled with memories from an entirely other life.
A life I was desperately trying to erase.
I downed the rest of my drink and decided it was time to go home and sleep. I was bored and tired and I had slept with at least five of the boys who had turned up tonight already. And they were all quite pissy over me not calling them in the morning. Or slipping out of their beds before they woke up. I didn't care. I had a reputation. They should've known. I wasn't a warm body they'd wake up, who'd heat up their beds for long. I was temporary. My life was temporary. Everything was just temporary.
I stumbled out of the bar and into the cold night. I was drunker than I had intended, and I didn't have anything to even it out with.
I turned a corner and knowing someone would usually be selling in the alley behind the corner store. I didn't wanna go to bed swimmingly drunk because then it'd be too hard to get out of said bed again later. And I couldn't stay home. Not when the house was silent and empty and his bedroom was still there, with discarded and forgotten tea mugs, screaming to be washed. His reading glasses neatly placed on top of the crime novel he had been reading before... before he stopped reading. Before he stopped forgetting tea mugs all over the place. Before he stopped ruffling up my hair, telling me he was proud of me. Before he stopped watching bad sci-fi movies on the telly. Before he stopped getting the newspaper, I still hadn't discontinued which was now just piling up in front of the door.
I couldn't go home.
I stumbled down the alley, finding some guy standing there. "Oi, you got any uppers?" I asked with a dumb-sounding voice.
The guy didn't answer. He didn't even register I was there, it seemed. Maybe he was taking it all himself.
A low growl flowed over the cobblestones hitting my spine first, making it run coolly down my back.
"Hello? You alright?" I asked with a voice that sounded more like my normal less-stupid-sounding one.
The guy turned then shrugging off his jacket. A grotesque-sized person appeared from under the trench coat, walking into the singular light hanging over the trash containers. Long talons formed from his fingers, and I was sure I was off my rockers here. I must've forgotten taking something in the club.
Loud cracks sounded from the body in front of me, but it didn't properly register. It seemed so weird. It was all just too weird.
A nervous giggle bubbled out through me, and I just couldn't take it seriously. This hallucination was ridiculous.
I stopped laughing when I was knocked over, the back of my head hitting the pavement. I stayed silent then. Whatever had come to get me, it could take me. It could have me. I was willing to go.
As it clawed at my chest, I stared up at the full moon, shining pale rays down at me.
This was alright.
I could go now.
The moon comforted me.
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