WonderLand

A Wild Thing |Humor/Adventure|

Moses was his name. 

He was a boy once upon a time, he wore shorts and batman shirts. He loved his toy trucks and playing with his mother's hair. He loved mac and cheese, and apple juice. He liked to play in the sand and the ocean. He liked his grandma's cookies as well as her saint bernard, Fern. He liked to hear his father play tunes on the piano, he also liked to help his mother get dirty whenever she was gardening. These are the things that made Moses up.

Not anymore...

The wolves called him brother. They knew he wasn't like them but still he was them and they were him. He hunted like them, he played like them, he ate like them. Their brother liked to play in the river with them. He liked to roll around, he liked to chase. Though they are different on the outside, they were the same on the inside. They were a pack, a family and nothing runs as deep as family. Until she came....

Dr. Rebecca Jones was studying the ever illusive Moutain Ridge pack. She knew they were in the area, but she never quite saw them until one day. She caught a few of their pups playing near some bushes. All was well until she discovered something truly magnificent. A boy.

He was as feral as can be. He growled, yelped and whined like a wolf. He was a feral child through and through. But he was human and he belonged to them. This is nothing like Tarzan. As she rehibilitates the wolf boy she soon discovered who he really is. Will moses stay with the humans? or will the call of the wild be too strong?

This is not a love story, this is a tale about find one's place in a world that is strange and cruel, and sometimes it's the company that makes life brighter and happier. 

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Chapter 1: A GIft From The Sun.

His fate was decided.

He was now bound by the law.

 The crystal specks of snow glittered in the sun as the light danced around in a sea of color. This was new to him. He was a summer baby with the sun as his companion and hot days as his cloak. This wonderland was frightening to his young eyes. The ground blanketed in white with no grass, no color that was natural. His body shivered under the cold wind pressed tightly to the window, entering every nook and cranny. The knitted red sweater his grandmother made him was barely doing its job as he hopped off the bench under the window. He bounded for the fire place as the flecks of wood snapped.

His mother with soft auburn hair that curled under her chin that slowly swayed as she rocked back and forth, nursing the hot cider in her ceramic cup. Her eyes were of honey, warm and sweet as they glanced upon her child. “Moses,” Her voice was almost angelic with that motherly tone laced in it. “Baby, where are you going?” she stopped rocking in her chair.

His little finger pointed to the fire place. “I’m cold, Momma.” His voice was small and light. His mother nodded to herself.

“Don’t get too close, okay?” Moses nodded as he continued to flop over to the little sitting area near the open flame.

That is where he belonged, the California babe. His skin lost its bumps and his body no longer shivered. The warmth that should’ve reflected from the sun was now his companion. The cold sun is what he called it. It was out, but still it wasn’t warm. His father tried to explain it to him, but he would have none of it. The sun was cold and that’s all there was to it.

Moses laid there on his belly as he kicked his little feet. His eyes traced the fire as it danced to its own rhythm. It was beautiful as the yellows and reds meshed together. His eye lids were getting heavy as his head lobbed to one side; the heat slowly wrapped itself around him. It was the best feeling.