Howl

Strange For Sure

Michael Hudson as Malakai Novet

This is unedited so I apologise for any mistakes +_+

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Chapter 8

It was gone.

Within a millisecond it had disappeared. The wind and rain soaked me to the bone as I stood staring dazedly at where it had, just moments ago, stood, watching me. The sky rumbled and roared, roiling black and grey clouds tumbling with lightning and thunder.

After an eternity of standing there I slowly stepped back, until I was back in the confines of my home and shut the door, resting my head against the wood and closing my eyes.

Does this mean my dream was real then? Was it an actual wolf or a Yukon? Was it harmless or was it waiting for the right time to screw me over and kill me? Was I just imagine things after a long day?

I ignored my thoughts, my mind in turmoil and pushed away from the door, brushing my drenched hair from my face, lurching upstairs to the bathroom and stripping out of my soaking clothes and hanging them on the radiator. I stepped in the shower, the cool water hitting my skin and making the tension in my muscles relax. When I accidentally put weight on my left leg I swore, not only did I receive a sharp twinge in my leg but also the reminder of my bandages.

They were now completely soaking wet. I carefully peeled the one on my forehead off and gingerly touched the wound. It didn't hurt. I sighed and washed my hair, humming as I did so. "I'm sure I've got bandages somewhere around here." I muttered to myself after shaving and washing my body. I stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel from its holder and wrapping it securely around my body.

I slowly padded to my room and looked through the brown boxes that I hadn't opened or fully placed stuff out of. After a few minutes of searching I found a small green medical kit and high fived myself mentally. Popping it open, I found a roll of gauze, a bottle of disinfectant, some plasters and some medical tape. Fairly standard but exactly what I needed.

I carefully pulled off the tape that fastened the bandage together at the top and on the sides of my leg before unravelling the gauze. The more I unwound it the more bloody it became. My stomach roiled at the amount of blood, so much that I could hardly see the flesh of my leg around the injury. Surprisingly though, it wasn't as deep of a cut as I initially believed it to be.

It looked like it only gashed a few centimetres below my skin, into the muscle slightly but not grazing the bone. My brows pulled together. I could have sworn the wolf locked its jaw around my leg, teeth sinking through flesh and muscle, grinding at the bone. I flipped my leg but saw a similar wound on the other side of my leg from the bottom part of its jaw. Maybe it hadn't bit down like I thought? Just a loose scrape of teeth...

I quickly cast the idea aside. I knew what had happened, that wolf-well, Yukon, I guess, had not held back, it was going for a kill.

So why were my injuries not adding up with what my eyes saw and my nerves felt?

I sighed, I would question everyone and everything when I didn't feel dead tired as I did now. I unwound the clean gauze and lay it beside me, I went into my bathroom and pulled some spare cloths from beneath the sink. I hobbled back onto my bed and picked up the disinfectant, pouring a generous amount on one cloth, squeezing eyes shut, my lip firmly between my teeth as I began to wipe away the blood.

It stung like a motherfucker. Obviously.

I spent ten minutes slowly cleaning up the blood from my leg and cussing darkly before wrapping it in gauze and sealing it with tape. My limbs felt heavy and my eyes begging to just be shut but I forced myself to stand and make my way back into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth before plucking my now dry clothes from the radiator and putting them on. I lurched back to my bed, pulling back the crisp sheets and falling into a deep sleep.