The Turn of a Page

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

            I had never told him, Baz, about those particular types of dreams. I knew if I did he would feel guilty and probably wouldn’t transform ever again in case I thought he was rubbing it in more.

            Another thing was that I didn’t want to seem like I was wishing my life had turned out differently. It’s true that everyone thinks this at some point in their lives but Baz would think that’s one of the things I always thought about. I was scared of being so vulnerable compared to the strength of one wolf, then the thought of an enemy pack hit and my fear would triple inside my mind.

            The last dream I had of this wish was a few months ago, while I was at home and far away from Baz.

            In my dream, we were in a large corn field surrounded by woods and hedges. The ‘we’ consisted of me, Baz, Charlie, Derek, Kevin, Toby and a few other females that were figments of my imagination. Holding each other, Baz and I watched as the other ran and leapt over the ears of corn trying to hunt each other through the crop maze. I realised my hold on him and, as I ran my hands down his arms, looked at him in the same dark, mysterious smile he often gave me and backed away into the corn until we were out of sight of each other.

            As I wasn’t a werewolf in real life, I had to come up with a ways of trying to feel the transformation from human to wolf. The sprouting of hair and change in physique was swift but tingly. Once I had changed, I bounded about in exhilaration and happiness; that was until Baz leapt over me and landed about ten feet from where I stood; his eyes shining in the setting sun, the greenish hue of them looking like two sparkling emeralds under an intense sunbeam.

            Using some girly charm, I had ruffled my fur and strutted my way in a circle about him; he kept his eyes on me but without turning his body. As I continued behind him, he quickly spun his head to look over his other shoulder. Narrowing my own eyes to watch him back and try to keep his thoughts jumping. Once I had completed my circle, I stepped closer to him one step at a time, swishing my tail behind me. Trying to put on a wolfish version of a dark smirk, I kept advancing and he backed up a bit. When I had finally reached him, I put my head past his and rested it on his shoulder. Pawing at my leg a little, I could almost tell what he was saying to me.

            ‘I’m glad you can do this, it makes everything more worth it.’ His vocal yet husky words were a mimic of what I would have heard if I was a human. He was whining and grunting as he spoke; I didn’t say anything as I didn’t really know how it all worked.

            And just as one of his friends was stalking us and had pounced into our little clearing, I woke up panting as though I had run about five miles.

            This had also woken Baz up and when he asked me what I had dreamt of I just made it up and said I was being hunted by some evil wolves in the pitch black in a forest with no end. It was the first thing that popped into my head so I just blurted it out before I thought on it too much, it ended up making sense.

            Those dreams were the ones that I loved the most; I could really share his world in a way I otherwise could never imagine. Just to be on the same level as him and also understand how he saw the world in that different perspective. Even in my dreams I was more wary, my senses were deeper and I could even feel vibrations through the earth in my paws and up my legs. Having the feeling of the air through the fur all over my body was so calming and it almost felt like it was flowing through my head; or that’s at least what my dreams portrayed about being a wolf.