The Wolf (Book 1)

Jerry...

“See ya mom.” I shouted as I slammed the door shut behind me. I walked down the drive way and smiled, it was Friday, Friday 25th. I got to the road and looked left, normally I would go left and walk to school but today, I decided against it.

I turned right and started to jog to the woods. I laughed as I entered the woods and took in a deep breath.

“Freedom” I whispered to myself.

I took my backpack strap off my left shoulder so it hung from my right down by my side.

I grabbed it and opened it revealing spare clothes, some food and water.

Of course I had my phone this time and my IPod just in case I got bored for some reason.

I took out some chocolate and closed my bag again. I slung it over my shoulder and started eating. Now how the heck was I going to tell Jerry who I really was?

I hopped a wooden fence and walk across a field over to a small cottage.

I walked up to the pine door and rang the doorbell. They finally got one, I’d been telling Jerry to get one for months.

The door opened and there stood a little old lady.

“Hello Mrs Robins how are you doing?” I said smiling with joy.

“Oh I'm doing alright dear, and please, how many times have I said call me Carla.” She smiled back at me kindly. Carla was always nice to me, she had lost her son in a car accident when he was only 17 and now she seemed to care a lot more about teenage boys.

“Sorry Carla, may I come in?”

“Of course dear, but...” she paused “Why aren’t you in school?” she looked at me and her eyes seemed to say “what have you done?” kind of thing, truth is I didn’t do anything.

“Ah... long story Carla” I said as I swallowed hard, I didn’t like lying.

Carla moved out of the way and I entered the small cottage, it was a lovely place. Always cosy and always had a sense of family in it.

“Skipping school are we?” an old man stood up out of his arm chair and walked towards me.

He was wearing a stripped shirt and some jeans. “Never liked school” he said stroking his short white beard.

“Come sit down Tilyer.” He moved his hand to point towards a wooden table with four chairs

“I think we need to talk.”

“Of course.” I said without any emotion as Carla went back to knitting and Jerry and I sat down.

I stared at Jerry, scared he would guess.  What felt like an age turned out to be only a few torturous seconds. Jerry leaned forwards and put his elbows on the table and made a face that said I'm thinking.

“You cannot go in the woods anymore.” He said as he sat back and folder his arms.

“Wait what?” I said surprised I couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Is this about the wolf? Its fine seriously, who cares I’ll be fine, did I do something wrong?” I felt as if I was going to burst with questions.

Jerry looked at me weirdly, I wondered why then I realised my mistake.

“How do you know about the wolf?” Jerry leaned forwards again, this time suspicious.

I paused, silent, I didn’t know what to do, I was speechless, scared even.

“You know, when I saw that wolf, you were nowhere around, home I presume. It stood there, as I threw stones, motionless, as if it was remembering something. Shocked, is what you would think when you saw its face, and then its eyes changed. Swirling into a different dimension, and come to think of it... they look like yours.” He said himself unsure of what this had to do with anything. “So, Tilyer, tell me... how do you know about the wolf?”

I gulped loudly and then let out a sigh. I put my fists on the table, not because I was trying to intimidate him but because I was frustrated. “Ok here’s the deal Jerry... I tell you, and you need to promise me, that both you and Carla won’t repeat this to a soul.”

Carla stopped knitting and came to sit by the table.

“What is it dear” she said smiling, but her smile couldn’t hide the fear and worry in her eyes.

“That wolf you saw Jerry...” I paused, could I really tell them “That was me; I know it sounds crazy but that was me.” I closed my eyes and waited for the worst. I felt a big hand touch my shoulder and when I opened my eyes Jerry was smiling at me.

“It’s ok, I believe you, but now we need to figure out what’s going to happen.”

I smiled back at the old man “I actually came here to ask if I could use your woods... and possibly hunt.” I said slightly worried but at the same time psyched.

“Of course Tilyer, plus I can’t hunt like I used to so, I might need your help.”

Carla looked confused... and to be honest I now began to worry.

“So... you’re a werewolf?” she asked confused

“A shape-shifter dear, a shape-shifter.” Jerry answered for me.

“Wait what?” I asked now confused because Jerry had answered.

“Tilyer. When I was in the USA I met a man, his name was... umm... Matt I think it was. Anyways he had very special powers and he saved my life, he told me of a vision, a teenager, who would shift after his birthday. He said I would play an important part but he didn’t know how.” Jerry paused “I thought he was crazy, but he showed me things. Things I will never understand. Tilyer, you are that wolf, you are a shape-shifter and you need to get to grips with your wolf side, you have a gift, and you need to learn to use it, to protect yourself.”

“Protect myself from what” I said intrigued, Jerry simple waved it away

“It doesn’t matter, but you need to learn to control yourself. So go, have fun.” He smiled at me as if everything was fine.

I spent the rest of that day talking to Jerry and Carla. At around 1pm I decided to go home and forgot I had skipped school so instead I went for a walk into the woods.

I went into my bunker and tried to shift.

After 10long minutes I shifted and bolted out of the bunker. It was magical, being free like this.

As I stood at the top of the lookout I smiled, this was who I was. I was closer to being free.