Decimandria: Fangs of Anger

Chapter 5: Spy

Wenny woke up the next morning in elated spirits. As she lay on the bed looking up at the wooden ceiling, she smiled to herself out of pure contention. She felt guilty suddenly, for being happy...but this feeling lasted only for a moment. She looked through the window and saw faint god ray's starting to break through the curtains. She thought about last night's good parts and excitedly squealed thinking if Theraff and her could go another round before Feraff woke up. She flumped her hand to the right of the bed to feel Theraff but hit nothing but cold bedsheet. 

She didn't even have to look...she knew; Theraff was gone. Sneaked out before even dawn broke. She lay there, the room suddenly empty and the bed cold. Wenny felt tears coming up as she stared at the ceiling above and she let them flow. She turned around and grabbed a little of the bedsheet in which Theraff had laid and started sobbing in it, trying to muffle her sounds. 

She was hating herself. She'd never cry like this when Sheraff would not be in bed. She knew she liked him to some extent; liked having sex with him. He was always more gentle than Theraff was. And right now, she hated herself for missing her brother-in-law more than her husband, and missing her husband, if even a little, as if she was cheating on her brother-in-law. 

Wennrietta didn't know how long she lay there just crying. However, soon she suddenly realized, there were no more tears in her eyes. Her mind was still a mess as much as her legs were, but she couldn't cry anymore. As if even her tears didn't deem her worthy. She took a deep breath and forced herself out of bed. Hastily diving into her modest cupboard to grab something to wear, she put on a casual, light blue, village gown.

"I'll go take a bath in the river...clear my head." she said out loud, as if trying to drown out the other thoughts in her head. "Yes, that's what I'll do." she said, shaking her head vigorously. Wenny tiptoed out of the bedroom and peaked into Feraff's room: still sound asleep. Good. She tiptoed back across the hall and was out of the door before Ferraf's  had even taken his second breath.

The village was just waking up around her, and she was in no mood to run into any conversation thrown at her. She pulled up her leather hood and set off in a brisk walk toward the gate. It was shut now, on Theraff's departing order to Grazz, the Captain of the Village Guard (the werewolf assigned to be in charge by Sheraff when none of the four wolves were in the village). He was a sharp, stubble-bearded werewolf who fully realized the responsibility that fell on his shoulders whenever he was left in charge. 

He was personally sitting up at the ledge above the gate keeping guard when he spotted Wennrietta coming toward him. She glanced up at him and he knowingly nodded. A sliver of an opening was created in the gate, and Wenny slipped out of the village before anyone even noticed a thing. He stared after her slender figure skipping over the uneven land that lead to the river and he shook his head with sympathy: "Poor woman must be so alone, missing her husband."

Wenny, once out of the village, suddenly started feeling jubilant again. She had noticed this effect long ago. That rotten village with all its judgmental and ungrateful people. She loathed them all with a passion...but never let anyone see the poison behind her eyes; not even Theraff. For they were the reason why she couldn't be with Theraff. Why Theraff wouldn't just run away with her. How he always sacrificed himself for them...and they who were always envious of Theraff's strength. Whenever she was out of their reach, she felt excited and joyful...the whole world for her to explore. She happily leaped over the stones, a gentle breeze swaying the trees and tall grass around her, and went further and further away from the village.

Pretty soon, Wenny reached the small flowing stream. The water flowed crystal clear with a low hum as if it was whistling about the things it'd witnessed throughout its life. The birds chirped a merry tune, and the grass was green and soft under her feet. The tree over her head provided a soft shade and perfect cover from anyone passing through. This was always the spot that Wenny would come to whenever she wanted a bath.