My Lone Wolf

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I roused slowly, turning to look at my watch: it was the middle of the day! ‘Oh well, at least I got a healthy amount of sleep after last night,’ I thought. A slow smile spread across my face as I remembered all that I’d been through and all that I’d learnt. I lent down by the side of my bed and pulled up my purple laptop: opening the lid and clicking it on in one fluid motion. Whilst I waited for it to load I laid back in bed, practising enhancing my senses. My laptop beeped at me, much louder than usual – that was because I’d just been practising focusing my hearing – I opened the internet and typed in the first thing that came into my head: ‘Help, I’m a wolf!’

Google churned out hundreds of pointless websites, but then I had an idea, if you turn into a wolf after you’re fifteen shouldn’t it be on page fifteen? I quickly flicked it onto page fifteen and tried the first link. At first it just looked like a black page with very faint grey squiggles on it. I enhanced my sight levels and managed to be able to read the website! The first line started, Welcome wolves young and old; most of you will probably be sons and daughters of carriers of the wolf gene, or some of you may even be adopted, this site will explain to you about packs, rouges, and territory; remember, life is either a daring adventure, or nothing at all!

Interested I immersed myself in the website trawling over all the different links; I was particularly interested about finding out about packs.

I’d finally finished researching when I looked up at the clock; it read 18:07!

“Damn,” I cursed. I threw on a pair of threadbare tracksuit bottoms, a tatty t-shirt; I grabbed a Tesco plastic bag shoved in a set of ripped jeans and a black tank top. I sprinted out the door across the street and as soon as I hit the woods I threw my bag into a bush and went wolf. My clothes ripped away easily and it was the most exhilarating feeling ever, mixed with a sort of pleasurable pain: as your whole body twists and contorts into a separate form. I got to the lake tilted my head and howled, but this time I added a message, really I was calling: “Wolf! My lone wolf! Where are you? I’m here and waiting!”

Minutes later I hear a soft panting at my shoulder. Turning around exuding an aura of happiness, I lightly nuzzled my muzzle into the side of his face breathing in his scent; he smelled wonderful, of a pine forest and petrichor: whereas mine smelled of dancing embers and a sharp winter wind. He briefly turned and licked my muzzle and before I could process his action he’d turned his back on me. I raced round in front of him and barked for his attention. He lifted his head and looked at me. Feeling increased pressure I bowed my head and shifted my weight from paw to paw. Seconds later I snapped my head up after making my decision, to see him looking at me quizzically, with his eyebrows raised. Conveying it as accurately as I could, I garbled out the message: Do you want to join my pack?

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A/N: I know it's short but it was a decent cliffhanger so please wait I'll make up for it in the next chapter :D

Peace Out! Charley <3