My Lone Wolf

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I lay back on my bed staring at the ceiling. Jeez this heat was getting unbearable! I mean I’m only wearing the lightest of vest tops a pair of denim shorts! It’s almost ten and both my parents are already in bed and the sun’s about to set…

Grabbing my brown lightweight hoodie I went down the stairs as quickly and as quietly as I could. At the back door I pulled my plimsolls on; picked up my keys, opening the door I click the remote and open the gates. Throwing my keys down I rush out the door and I sprinted down the driveway all the way down the street until I was opposite the village garage. I dashed across the road down the path next to the garage and into the woods.

I came to a low crooked tree – I was already very deep in the forest; tugging my jumper and plimsolls off and placing them in the crook of the tree and I began running again. Just ahead of me there was a large lake, impossible to jump: I kept running. Leaping just at the edge of the water my eye was drawn to the perfectly reflected full moon; but I flew high above the lake… And a primal scream tore from my lips. Not one of anger but of pain. Still sailing high across the water my body pulled itself into freakish contortions, bones popping and muscles stretching along the way. No one was able to hear or see the horrific event occurring. I finally landed on the other side of the water: on four paws. I stopped dead. Everything was so much brighter and clearer: every sound sharper and louder: even smells so much stronger you could almost see them wafting around. Slowly I turned around to face the still body of water, not wishing to see what was before me. Staring back at me was a sleek and muscular wolf, almost twice the size of a normal wolf. Eyes that look like liquid gold, thick steel and arsenic grey hair; tipped with a mix of rosewood and rust, covering head to toe- paw, formed a huge ruff at the neck.

 I turned my head to the side, so did the wolf. The wolf was I, and I was the wolf.

 I was so shocked and confused I tilted my head up slightly and howled. It was low and cautious to begin with but then I howled louder and louder feeling more triumphant, realising what had made me so angry recently and that this was a pure and raw part of me. Moments later another howl joined me, but this one was sad and lonely and it was tearing my heart apart to listen to it. So I sat down and my human side cared for this wolf: so I sat on my haunches and howled with the lonely wolf. What seemed like hours later but was only ten or so minutes I heard the soft pad of paws. I stopped howling and in front of me stood a wolf almost a head taller than me: with fur of such dark grey and brown that in parts it looked black: and eyes the colour of mercury, it was clear – even to me – that this was a powerful male wolf.

The wolf approached me slowly, his tail was resting low between his legs, and his ears were pressed back; some part of my subconscious told me that he was approaching me cautiously and showing me more respect than needed. I growled softly indicating that he didn’t need to be so polite. He seemed to nod but glanced in the direction of my tail that was held high, and my ears that stood erect. He seemed to call me over, nodding with his head. I followed him, curious of what he wanted to show me.

After almost two hours work the lonely wolf had managed to teach me how to use all my senses to their fullest extent; noticing all different scents of animals, being able to see every detail in the pitch black, to run at super speeds and control my immense strength. He managed to show me and teach me through a series of yaps, head movements, tail wags and the way he held himself. By the end I was dog-tired and finally we walked back to where I had left my hoodie and shoes. I went behind some nearby bushes and willed myself to return to my human flesh.

“Bloody hell,” I hissed.

The wolf whimpered from the other side of the bushes.

“I only have a hoodie, no pants! I had no clue what would happen and I hardly knew just then that I would turn back without my clothes on!”

The wolf gave a short yap and I heard him run off.

“Great! Now I’m stranded in the woods half dressed: with no way of getting home without looking like an idiot.” Less than a minute later, there was a snuffling near the bush. I pulled on my hoodie, zipped it up and peeped over the bush. It was the wolf! My lone wolf! With a pair of black school trousers! I reached over and took the trousers. “Thank you! Thank you so much,” I said emphatically.

He gave a small snort as if to say, it was no problem at all.

I pulled on the trousers and noticed a slight bulge in one of the pockets. Turning up a quizzical eyebrow I pulled out the bulging material. It was a pair of black, slightly silky, boxers! I blushed so much I swear I turned maroon. I slowly passed the boxers over the bush and walked around to see the wolf grimace with embarrassment (or at least that’s what I thought it was) turn around and disappear in the bushes.

“Fantastic! Alone once again,” I said sadly. As I turned to walk away a great hulking body rubbed against my leg and whimpered. “I thought you’d left, my lonely – not so little – wolf!”

He snorted, as if to tell me that he’d never leave without telling me before hand.

I started to walk again but he stepped in front of me, snuffling, he pointed from me to his back with his snout.

“What?” I asked completely confused. “Wait, what? No, you want me to ride on your back? You’re not a horse and there is no way you’d be able to carry me!”

He narrowed his eyes and pointed more forcefully, actually prodding my leg with his nose.

“Fine, it’s your choice. Just don’t make me say I told you so.”

I climbed on his back and instantly felt safe and comfortable. Digging my hands in his fur I braced myself as he began to run. Seconds later he began to sprint and before I knew it we were leaping over the gates onto my driveway. His paws didn’t make a sound as he quickly crossed the long gravel driveway. He stopped at the mouth of the small gate into my backyard. I reluctantly climbed of his back and knelt down facing him.

“How did you know this was my house?” I asked in a gentle tone, “No matter. Thank you so much for everything.” I leaned close to him, bent my face to his softly stroking his cheek, all the while muttering “thank you” in his ear.

A low growl rumbled through his chest. Worried I had upset him I pulled away but no less than an instant later he had moved his body right up to me, and he lightly licked my cheek before resting his head back on my cheek. Something inside me bubbled up and fizzed with joy at this simple action of affection for me. Slowly I resumed stroking him.

What seemed like a lifetime later I pulled away slowly, “Sorry,” I muttered, “I have to leave now, really; I promise, I’ll howl for you. You’ll know it’s me.” I held either side of his face and gently kissed his brow. “Thank you.”

He yapped softly then turned and ran down the drive, leaping over my gate and down the street.

Sadly I turned and headed quietly into my house and snuck up the stairs, left with my whirlpool of thoughts and emotions; and a pair of men’s trousers.

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A/N: So what do you think? Is it any good or do I need to add more detail or something? Turst me I need all the suggested improvements I can get :D just no that's all I ask :)



Later :) Charley x