The cement grey wolf stepped forward and forced his body to shift back to human form. “Enough” He bellowed. He raced across to the sparring wolves and put his hands between them. “Killing each other only makes matters worse for out kind. Cease this defiance of mother at once.”
The two wolves fell away from each other and morphed into human form. “He was going to kill a new recruit, are you going to allow that?” Adam spat the blood from his mouth.
“It, that thing, can’t be allowed to be one of us.” Paul stepped closer to the charcoal wolf and gave him a hearty kick. “Put out of its misery, that’s what it needs.”
“I’ll put you out of your fucking misery if you kick him again.” Adam jumped out of the Elder’s restraint and got up into Paul’s face. “You are not the translator. You do not have the authority to do the mother’s bidding.” He shoved Paul hard.
“Don’t you dare threaten my son.” The black wolf had shifted into a broad woman. “He is destined to take his grandfather’s role.”
“Our Grandfather is very much alive.” Adam wheeled round to face the woman. “And as long as he is breathing I would trust his interpretation of the mother over anything your precious son has to say.”
“Enough!” The elder repeated. He strode over to the charcoal wolf. “Everyone back away from the boy.”
“What boy? I only see a sad girl pretending to be a man.” Paul scoffed as he walked up to his mother’s side. “Pretty sad excuse for a wolf if you ask me, really shows how desperate some family members are to get mates.” He sat down on a large rock. “At least this way if they stumbled upon a rogue male someplace they could both carry his babies.” Paul and his mother laughed.
“Nah only the young’un, your aunt hasn’t got anything left in her, barren now aren’t you my dear?” His mother chucked and dodged a rock.
“Fuck you Louise, fuck you and your fuck up of a son.” She carried on hurling rocks but the tears in her eyes and rage in her heart clouded her vision.
“At least my son is a wolf.” Louise put her hand on her son’s shoulder. “Now calm down and stop throwing rocks, you might just hurt yourself.”
The russet wolf on the edge of the beach slowly forced herself to change, the browns of her fur fading first to grey and then to silvery white. She hobbled over to the warring women and forced them both to silence with a single glare. Her eyes had remained those of the wolf. The woman could no longer speak in human tongue, she simply pointed to the ground and the younger women obeyed.
“Sorry mother.” Louise felt the tears prickle her eyes. “Rest, I will argue no more.”
“He is alive.” The aged man knelt down beside the body and examined the wounds. “He is hurt badly but he is healing rapidly, fortunately the mother has chosen to bestow that gift upon him.”
“How long before he wakes?” Adam stepped closer and helped the old man rise.
“Morning.” He walked over to his frail wife and put her arm around his shoulders. “Come my love, let us get you home to rest, perhaps next moon will be your time to meet the mother and follow her through the veil.”
“Adam he will have to go with you, I can’t take an unconscious wolf back to my house without someone asking questions.” Harriet rushed over to her brother. “Please, I will pick him up as soon as he wakes.”
“Just leave him here, let the humans shoot him.” Louise walked over to the shuddering form of Anabelle. “Time for us to go.”
“I’ll carry her to the car.” Paul swung his girlfriend over his shoulder. “Are you coming or do you want to continue the fight with these mongrels?”
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Remedial Lunacy {LGBT}
WerewolfIt all started with a movie. It opened his mind to the possibility of a miraculous recovery, but also threatened to undo every stitch of progress he had achieved. Would he be accepted by these people? Humanity had forced him to the sidelines just fo...
