The Lost Wolf Boy

1. Finding Wolf Boy

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1. Finding Wolf Boy

I was sitting under the oak tree at the end of my garden, reading a book, when I heard a howl. It sounded very much like some sort of dog, but it also sounded quite human, if that even made sense. I figured it was just a child playing a game next door. The kids who lived next door to me were quite loud and loved to role play, pretending to be dogs and horses. Sometimes they would be so serious about it that they started eating the grass, which was absolutely disgusting, but I supposed it was also quite cool, the fact that they took their games so seriously, that is. But the whole eating grass thing was pretty gross, especially since humans can't eat grass and they probably regurgitated it or something later on.

Shaking off the odd howling, I slumped back against the oak tree, closing my eyes. I was relaxing and thinking about how I didn't have to go to school tomorrow, as today was a Friday, when I heard the howling noise again. My eyes snapping open, I realised that, this time, it sounded more pained than playful. I thought it was quite odd, so I went to investigate. No kid, if they had hurt themselves, would continue making those noises, they would be crying or screaming. I walked to the end of the garden and pushed aside a couple of bushes, my intention to get past the bushes to climb over the fence, to find a teenage boy with thick, messy and dark brown hair, amber eyes, pale skin and absolutely no clothes on hiding among the leaves. I blushed and avoided looking down at his nether region, and just stared at this boy's face. He looked up at me, then bared his teeth, growling. I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're doing, but you need to–" I was cut off by the boy barking at me madly. He swiped at me with one of his hands, scratching the back of my hand with his somewhat sharp nails. I cried out in pain and clutched my now bleeding hand. "What is wrong with you?" I demanded, my voice higher than usual. I then realised that the boy had a deep and nasty looking gash on his left foot.

"Leave me alone." He growled, causing his voice to go deeper than it probably was. Good, I thought, he can talk. I backed away slowly, my hands raised in defence. The boy barked at me again, his amber eyes glowing with hatred, the sound escaping from his throat vicious and strangely animal-like. Looking at him, I noticed that his eyes were strangely beautiful. No one should have amber eyes, as yellow eyes were well and truly, extremely odd, but they suited him. I wondered if they were contacts, or if they were actually natural.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I asked, "And why are you barking like a dog?" The boy growled at me, baring his teeth. His canines were sharper than they should have been. It wasn't like they were long or anything, it was just that they were sharp and looked pretty nasty. All his teeth looked too white to be human. There was something odd going on there, everything seemed too weird.

The boy then crawled out of the bushes–literally, crawled–on all fours. He limped slightly because of his left foot, but besides that, he was strangely agile on all fours. He growled and bared his teeth as he stalked in my direction. My hands remained raised and I backed away from him. As he advanced towards me, I took a good look at his features. His skin was pale and his hair was a dark brown, thick mess on top of his head. His cheeks and jawline were defined, but not in a muscly, masculine way. More of a strong, scary kind of way. I mean, I could have probably cut my hand on his sharp jawline. He had no facial hair and his skin looked smooth. He wasn't muscular, but he seemed toned and healthy. The muscles in his stomach weren't large and too prominent, but they were probably hard as rock. His forearms were toned and almost drool-worthy. He was handsome in a rugged, strange, dog kind of way. But he was also extremely creepy. Why there was a naked guy in the bushes at the end of my garden, I had no clue. And he was also bleeding and advancing on me like a wolf would when they corner their prey. But that wasn't what scared me the most; it was those amber eyes of his. Those couldn't have been human. No human had yellow eyes, unless they were contacts...but they didn't seem like contacts.