The Lost Wolf Boy

2. Sleeping Next to Wolf Boy

DEDICATION: livenow0619 for the fabulous cover at the side! I love the wolf and the text :)

2. Sleeping Next to Wolf Boy

"So, you're saying that you were a wolf, son of the Omega, who got banished from your pack because apparently you stole and messed with something that only the Alpha could use, which could have blown your pack's cover. Before you were banished, they turned you into a human and there is only a small chance they will come and find you again, especially if you don't redeem yourself in one way or another." I said, leaning on the kitchen counter for support. It sounded ridiculous, even from Aaron's mouth, but I somehow, sort of, believed it. When he explained about never seeing his mother and father again, he sounded so sad and it was so genuine that I had to believe it, even though I didn't want to.

"Yes." Aaron said, nodding. He didn't seem quite used to his 'new form', as he kept fidgeting. He was constantly moving his fingers, playing with his messy hair or tapping his feet. He sometimes ran his hands over his arms and legs, as if not quite believing that they were his own. He also fiddled with the plaster I had put on his injured foot, which really annoyed me, but I didn't say anything. He had already tried to hurt me earlier, I didn't want to actually get severely hurt.

"It doesn't seem believable." I said, pointing out the obvious. Wolves who had the magic power to turn members of their kin into humans just didn't exist. Either that or they were some sort of mutation, or something from Aaron's imagination. I supposed that it did support the fact that he had been acting like a wolf, and it would definitely explain his amber coloured eyes. But it was still so simply ludicrous that I didn't know quite how to react, let alone believe it completely. Why would I instantly trust a guy I just met, especially as he'd been naked when I saw him. That, might I add, had totally grossed me out.

"Why?" Aaron demanded, his dark eyebrows furrowing together. In the light spilling in from the kitchen window, his eyes looked golden, like two pools of honey mixed with stardust...or something like that, I wasn't too sure. His eyes were actually indescribable. They were beautiful and I didn't want them to be; I couldn't help but stare at them. The pupils immediately adjusted to the light, proving that they weren't contacts, and it was actually quite fascinating to watch. But no matter what size they were, they were always beautiful and went with the irises. It was suffice to say I was quite jealous of Aaron's eyes.

"It just...this doesn't happen everyday, okay? Wolves are animals, not magical and most certainly not able to turn into humans! I'm just waiting for you to tell me that fairies exist." I exclaimed, desperately trying to get my point across. Aaron's shoulders slumped and he blinked his amber eyes, as if I had just insulted him...

I supposed that if this was true, this whole wolf thing, then I would have just insulted him. I bit my lip, not sure what to say. Aaron whimpered slightly, then sat down ungracefully. He pulled his knees up to his chin and buried his head between them, still whimpering quietly. The lower half of his body shuddered slightly, as if he was trying to move a tail which was no longer there.

"My kind," He whispered, his voice barely audible, "Are old, very old. There aren't many of us left. We can speak and our bodies are big, each of us averaging the size of a small horse. We come from a time when magic existed, when we were the norm. But after many battles and ages, there are only a few of us left, fighting to fit in among modern nature. We are at one with fairies and mermaids and the others, because we help each other survive against the hatred of human beings." He then looked up at me, his eyes seeming to glow brightly, full of sadness. "To be taken out of my body and put into one who has ruined the lives of my kin is dishonour beyond any you know. And I didn't commit the crime, I would never do that to my Alpha, my father's own brother, my uncle. Now I live in shame, in a form I am not accustomed to, expected to live my life as human until they decide to forgive me for the crime I didn't even commit. Well, if they forgive me. And if they do, I will still have human in me. I will shape shift, and be forced to have some of the shame about me for the rest of my life. That is a huge burden of shame, and dishonour."