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And the story continues on! O: I was going to end it in four parts, but this story's getting too fun to end so quickly. ;D
Enjoy, my werewolf fans!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
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The night grew longer, the moonless sky lit by the stars. Under this starry night, shadows move in the dark. Shadows with glowing eyes flying from tree to tree. Silently, they watch Ralph, Balun and I, awaiting something, I guess. I’m not quite sure. I’m still confused at what the alpha said to me.
“Join us, Sylvia, and I will make you one of us.”
Ralph sits straight up, whining confusedly. My breath leaves me. What did he just say?
“Did you just say make me one of you?”
Balun nodded, grinning. “It’s only a quick bite and you’ll be a werewolf.”
I frown a little. “Make me a werewolf?”
Balun then whines with confusion. “That’s a strange way to ask it. I thought you’d be pleased. Acton always told me you showed an interest in wolves since you two were together.”
Not entirely true, I thought. “Well, I did show an interest in wolves largely because Ralph—“
“Acton!” Balun corrected harshly.
The wolves draw closer.
I glare at him. Whatever he wants to call him, he’s still my Ralph. “Because Acton took an interested in it. I just wanted to feel closer to him. I still have all the posters he owned hanging in my room. Wolves dancing, howling, running, every picture of a wolf you can think of. But those are only keep sakes.”
“They’ve affected more than you want to think.” Balun inches closer to me. “Acton tells me you dream of the experience too. For months, he’s watched you sleep and even now, he’s bore witness to a mental transformation. Along the way here, you began to bark and growl like a dog. You became a wolf in your own subconscious.”
How does he understand Ralph but I can’t? Ralph draws closer around the fire, whining with interest. He’s been watching me this entire time, even in my sleep. I can feel my whole face turn red. How dare him! That animal! Well, I suppose now he can’t help being the way he is, being part animal now. But Ralph should know better.
As Ralph draws closer, the wolves surrounding us grow closer still.
“And consider this,” Balun whispered in my ear. “When a human is bitten by a werewolf, they are restored anew. It’s a miracle of biblical proportions, where the blind suddenly see, the deaf suddenly hear, and the lame walk.”
He feels my thigh to demonstrate what he said. “Acton was dying in the woods when I found him. But look at him now. He’s stronger than he ever was six months ago, and he would never have lived to see you if I hadn’t changed him. Doesn’t being together with him what matters?”
I can feel the breath of the wolves on my neck now. So close.
“But he’s just an animal! A stupid animal with no memories of who he was or what he used to do or be! If I change into something like him, will I become as dumb and simple?” At my exclamation, Ralph’s ears flatten and he slowly creeps away, tail between his legs. I feel my heart tear. “Ralph, wait. I didn’t mean it like that…”
Balun snarls in my ear, as I fall back. “How dare you insult my wolf brother! After all he’s done for you! This animal has kept watch over you all these months, keeping burglars from harming you. He’s left flowers for you knowing you’d remember him, no matter what. He’s built fires for you when you were cold. And you insult him?!”
I put my arms over my face as his fangs come down on me. The wolves around me snarl and bark in approval. “Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry!”
Ralph suddenly jumps right next to me, snarling at Balun. The alpha looks at Ralph, back at me, and then steps away. “Out of respect for my wolf brother, I’ll spare your life. Please, understand. We took a big risk taking you out here to see our pack. Please don’t make me think I’ve wasted my time with you.”
“But my father…I can’t just leave him alone.”
Ralph makes a few barks and growls to the Alpha. Balun nods in approval. “It’s true what Acton says. It’s still three days till the next full moon. So it looks as though fate has given you some time to think about it.”
Something strange happens as soon as he says that. His eyes glow red and something is uttered out of his lips. Something like, “Sleep now…”
Falling! I’m falling! Falling through the ground into space and sky. Everything seems to melt away as those glowing red eyes pierce me. And now I’m falling through time and space, stars floating past me as I effortlessly fall and feel something. Something soft.
Was it all just a dream, I ask myself. I say this because I find myself back in bed on a chilly morning. Ralph, the passionate alpha, the menacing wolf pack: all of it felt real and yet surreal at the same time. Werewolves can not be possibly real. They only existed in stories and movies, right? But there’s never been such a report of actual wolves in town ever before and everyone seems to accept it as normal. Why?
Wait a minute. What’s that that moved in the bed? Did a mouse come through here? What’s this sensation of mine I’m feeling? Something tingling below the waste. Something alive. As it peaks its way out from under the end of my bed, I can barely believe my eyes to watch them wiggle, the appendage they were attached to move and flex.
Now I have to be sure it’s true! Removing the blankets, I slowly let it touch the ground. I feel cold. I feel cold! The floorboards are cold! Next step. Putting all my weight down on them, I do something I haven’t done for what feels like ages: I stood up! I began to slowly move around the room, relishing quietly in feeling the floorboard. I can feel the floorboard! I can feel my blankets on the ground! I can feel my old slippers as I slip into them, their furry soles brushing against my toes and heel.
Then the door opens. “Hey, morning, champ. Today’s a take their child to work day and…”
He stops talking. All I can hear is his breath taken away. I hold my hands behind my back, trying so hard to keep back my excitement. “Daddy! Look at me! I can walk!”
All he does is gape at me. My smile fades. “What’s wrong? Do you think I’ve been faking it?”
Slowly, Daddy beams from ear to ear. “No, no, not at all. It’s just…Sylvia, it’s a miracle! The Lord has answered my prayers!” He picked me up and spun me around in the air. I can even feel the wind slide against my legs. I’ve never felt so alive before, laughing with him as he hadn’t done in years and years.
Still, though, my dad had to be sure of something. That’s why he took me over to the local doctor to give me a diagnosis. The doctor was aghast, comparing my medical records to what he was viewing before me. No paraplegic with a damaged spinal cord had, not even with the type of damage I had, without any rehabilitation or medication, ever instantly started walking again over night. Nothing he knew could explain how it happened, only throwing his arms up and calling it a miracle. My Dad and I wouldn’t accept any other answer.
“There is one thing though that bothers me.” The doctor did say, “There’s the matter with this fresh scarring on your shoulder. Possibly bite marks.”
“Bite marks, Doctor?” Daddy asked.
“On her left shoulder here. See?” Pulling down my sleeve, he shows a massive scarring around it that looks almost a lot like bite marks.
Like a wolf’s bite, I thought. It wasn’t a dream after all.
“It’s not infected, but the bite surprises me.” The doctor looked up at me again. “Now I’ll ask you again. Are you sure you haven’t been attacked by any kind of dog recently?”
I shake my head and lie, “No, not at all. I’ve been staying out of trouble in the house.”
“Hm. I see,” The doctor puts away his instruments and his disposable gloves. “Well, in any case, I should give her a rabies shot, just in case. Nothing too costly. And I’m sure your company’s health insurance plan will help pay it off.”
Dad sighs, scratching his head. “Of course.”
“Ms. Sylvia, You’re free to go. Just wait outside in the lobby till your dad finishes up.”
Stepping out of the examination room, my head is reeling. Doctors and nurses I’ve seen before, doctors and nurses who’ve treated me for the past six months, their mouths drop in surprise. Staring at me with those eyes. Those accusing, curious eyes. What are they all looking at? What do I care anyway? Let them stare at my swaying hips, my moving legs. I can walk again, and that’s all that matters.
I step out of the door, but not before I hear someone approach from behind me. “Like it?”
Balun? I turn around and see not a wolf but a human. His skin is a dark latin tone, his eyes a clear hazel. Dark hair curls in frizzles over his forehead and slightly pointed ears. The clothes he’s wearing are a plain black long sleeved shirt and torn jeans, with a chained belt to strap it around. His black high tops shuffle the carpet floor under him.
I feel flustered a little. How can’t I, though? He’s beautiful. “You’re human.”
“Not quite. I can change my form freely while my pack members must hide in the woods.” He approached me with a smile. Even his teeth looked sharper than most. “I told you that you would walk again, and I’m a man of my word. Or wolf would be the proper word.”
I glare at him defiantly. “You told me you’d give me time to think about it.”
“Oh, that. Well, I lied.” He shrugged. “But I told you before I took a big risk having Acton take you out here to turn you. How do I know you’d try to report to someone who’s dangerous enough, even crazy enough, to try and hunt us down?”
“You’re not hiding the fact you’re werewolves very well. A large part of the town knows your pack’s running around freely in the town! They just don’t care.”
He grins slyly. “That’s because all they think we are is a bunch of stray dogs. And yet they can’t catch us, and they can’t stop us. And you can’t stop the changes that are going on in yourself. In three nights, you’ll be coming to look for us.”
I growl a little, strangely dog-like. “Never.”
“What was that just now then?” He chuckles. “You don’t hide being a wolf yourself very well, either. Despite the fact of everything you’ve ever said, you know that in your heart, what I tell you is true. You may as well just accept it.”
I believe every word he says. Must stay strong though. “And wind up like Ralph? I don’t think so.”
He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “That name no longer has any meaning to him. It’s only Acton now.”
“You may have taken away who he was, but he’s still my Ralph.”
Suddenly, the door opens. Thank goodness it’s Daddy. “All right, champ. Let’s head out, get some ice cream and get to work. Stop bothering this gentleman.”
Balun smiled. “She wasn’t bothering me at all, sir. Sylvia’s an old friend of mine from high school. I was just telling her about an activity we were going to be having.”
Dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, it’s sort of an after school thing three days from now. Lots of outdoors and camping and hunting. I think she might enjoy it now that her legs are fully healed.”
I don’t believe it. Was he actually buying this? Dad smiles and nods. “Oh, I see. Well, we’ve got to get going now, mr….”
“Bale. Marcus Bale.”
“All right, Marcus. Well, I’ll keep in touch with you about that. I think my girl could use some exercise.”
No, Dad. You don’t even know the half of it. Does he have to grow fur for my dad to figure it out? I look back from over Dad’s arm as he clicks his tongue at me with a wink.
“Just keep thinking about, Sylvia. You’ll soon see things our way.”
Enjoy, my werewolf fans!
Chapters:
1) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2764870
2) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2801051/
3) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2804963
4) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2810590/
5) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821802/
6) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2823835/
7) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2829436/
8) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2837954
9) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2849509/
10) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2852713/
11) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859205/
12) http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2859219/
***********
The night grew longer, the moonless sky lit by the stars. Under this starry night, shadows move in the dark. Shadows with glowing eyes flying from tree to tree. Silently, they watch Ralph, Balun and I, awaiting something, I guess. I’m not quite sure. I’m still confused at what the alpha said to me.
“Join us, Sylvia, and I will make you one of us.”
Ralph sits straight up, whining confusedly. My breath leaves me. What did he just say?
“Did you just say make me one of you?”
Balun nodded, grinning. “It’s only a quick bite and you’ll be a werewolf.”
I frown a little. “Make me a werewolf?”
Balun then whines with confusion. “That’s a strange way to ask it. I thought you’d be pleased. Acton always told me you showed an interest in wolves since you two were together.”
Not entirely true, I thought. “Well, I did show an interest in wolves largely because Ralph—“
“Acton!” Balun corrected harshly.
The wolves draw closer.
I glare at him. Whatever he wants to call him, he’s still my Ralph. “Because Acton took an interested in it. I just wanted to feel closer to him. I still have all the posters he owned hanging in my room. Wolves dancing, howling, running, every picture of a wolf you can think of. But those are only keep sakes.”
“They’ve affected more than you want to think.” Balun inches closer to me. “Acton tells me you dream of the experience too. For months, he’s watched you sleep and even now, he’s bore witness to a mental transformation. Along the way here, you began to bark and growl like a dog. You became a wolf in your own subconscious.”
How does he understand Ralph but I can’t? Ralph draws closer around the fire, whining with interest. He’s been watching me this entire time, even in my sleep. I can feel my whole face turn red. How dare him! That animal! Well, I suppose now he can’t help being the way he is, being part animal now. But Ralph should know better.
As Ralph draws closer, the wolves surrounding us grow closer still.
“And consider this,” Balun whispered in my ear. “When a human is bitten by a werewolf, they are restored anew. It’s a miracle of biblical proportions, where the blind suddenly see, the deaf suddenly hear, and the lame walk.”
He feels my thigh to demonstrate what he said. “Acton was dying in the woods when I found him. But look at him now. He’s stronger than he ever was six months ago, and he would never have lived to see you if I hadn’t changed him. Doesn’t being together with him what matters?”
I can feel the breath of the wolves on my neck now. So close.
“But he’s just an animal! A stupid animal with no memories of who he was or what he used to do or be! If I change into something like him, will I become as dumb and simple?” At my exclamation, Ralph’s ears flatten and he slowly creeps away, tail between his legs. I feel my heart tear. “Ralph, wait. I didn’t mean it like that…”
Balun snarls in my ear, as I fall back. “How dare you insult my wolf brother! After all he’s done for you! This animal has kept watch over you all these months, keeping burglars from harming you. He’s left flowers for you knowing you’d remember him, no matter what. He’s built fires for you when you were cold. And you insult him?!”
I put my arms over my face as his fangs come down on me. The wolves around me snarl and bark in approval. “Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry!”
Ralph suddenly jumps right next to me, snarling at Balun. The alpha looks at Ralph, back at me, and then steps away. “Out of respect for my wolf brother, I’ll spare your life. Please, understand. We took a big risk taking you out here to see our pack. Please don’t make me think I’ve wasted my time with you.”
“But my father…I can’t just leave him alone.”
Ralph makes a few barks and growls to the Alpha. Balun nods in approval. “It’s true what Acton says. It’s still three days till the next full moon. So it looks as though fate has given you some time to think about it.”
Something strange happens as soon as he says that. His eyes glow red and something is uttered out of his lips. Something like, “Sleep now…”
Falling! I’m falling! Falling through the ground into space and sky. Everything seems to melt away as those glowing red eyes pierce me. And now I’m falling through time and space, stars floating past me as I effortlessly fall and feel something. Something soft.
Was it all just a dream, I ask myself. I say this because I find myself back in bed on a chilly morning. Ralph, the passionate alpha, the menacing wolf pack: all of it felt real and yet surreal at the same time. Werewolves can not be possibly real. They only existed in stories and movies, right? But there’s never been such a report of actual wolves in town ever before and everyone seems to accept it as normal. Why?
Wait a minute. What’s that that moved in the bed? Did a mouse come through here? What’s this sensation of mine I’m feeling? Something tingling below the waste. Something alive. As it peaks its way out from under the end of my bed, I can barely believe my eyes to watch them wiggle, the appendage they were attached to move and flex.
Now I have to be sure it’s true! Removing the blankets, I slowly let it touch the ground. I feel cold. I feel cold! The floorboards are cold! Next step. Putting all my weight down on them, I do something I haven’t done for what feels like ages: I stood up! I began to slowly move around the room, relishing quietly in feeling the floorboard. I can feel the floorboard! I can feel my blankets on the ground! I can feel my old slippers as I slip into them, their furry soles brushing against my toes and heel.
Then the door opens. “Hey, morning, champ. Today’s a take their child to work day and…”
He stops talking. All I can hear is his breath taken away. I hold my hands behind my back, trying so hard to keep back my excitement. “Daddy! Look at me! I can walk!”
All he does is gape at me. My smile fades. “What’s wrong? Do you think I’ve been faking it?”
Slowly, Daddy beams from ear to ear. “No, no, not at all. It’s just…Sylvia, it’s a miracle! The Lord has answered my prayers!” He picked me up and spun me around in the air. I can even feel the wind slide against my legs. I’ve never felt so alive before, laughing with him as he hadn’t done in years and years.
Still, though, my dad had to be sure of something. That’s why he took me over to the local doctor to give me a diagnosis. The doctor was aghast, comparing my medical records to what he was viewing before me. No paraplegic with a damaged spinal cord had, not even with the type of damage I had, without any rehabilitation or medication, ever instantly started walking again over night. Nothing he knew could explain how it happened, only throwing his arms up and calling it a miracle. My Dad and I wouldn’t accept any other answer.
“There is one thing though that bothers me.” The doctor did say, “There’s the matter with this fresh scarring on your shoulder. Possibly bite marks.”
“Bite marks, Doctor?” Daddy asked.
“On her left shoulder here. See?” Pulling down my sleeve, he shows a massive scarring around it that looks almost a lot like bite marks.
Like a wolf’s bite, I thought. It wasn’t a dream after all.
“It’s not infected, but the bite surprises me.” The doctor looked up at me again. “Now I’ll ask you again. Are you sure you haven’t been attacked by any kind of dog recently?”
I shake my head and lie, “No, not at all. I’ve been staying out of trouble in the house.”
“Hm. I see,” The doctor puts away his instruments and his disposable gloves. “Well, in any case, I should give her a rabies shot, just in case. Nothing too costly. And I’m sure your company’s health insurance plan will help pay it off.”
Dad sighs, scratching his head. “Of course.”
“Ms. Sylvia, You’re free to go. Just wait outside in the lobby till your dad finishes up.”
Stepping out of the examination room, my head is reeling. Doctors and nurses I’ve seen before, doctors and nurses who’ve treated me for the past six months, their mouths drop in surprise. Staring at me with those eyes. Those accusing, curious eyes. What are they all looking at? What do I care anyway? Let them stare at my swaying hips, my moving legs. I can walk again, and that’s all that matters.
I step out of the door, but not before I hear someone approach from behind me. “Like it?”
Balun? I turn around and see not a wolf but a human. His skin is a dark latin tone, his eyes a clear hazel. Dark hair curls in frizzles over his forehead and slightly pointed ears. The clothes he’s wearing are a plain black long sleeved shirt and torn jeans, with a chained belt to strap it around. His black high tops shuffle the carpet floor under him.
I feel flustered a little. How can’t I, though? He’s beautiful. “You’re human.”
“Not quite. I can change my form freely while my pack members must hide in the woods.” He approached me with a smile. Even his teeth looked sharper than most. “I told you that you would walk again, and I’m a man of my word. Or wolf would be the proper word.”
I glare at him defiantly. “You told me you’d give me time to think about it.”
“Oh, that. Well, I lied.” He shrugged. “But I told you before I took a big risk having Acton take you out here to turn you. How do I know you’d try to report to someone who’s dangerous enough, even crazy enough, to try and hunt us down?”
“You’re not hiding the fact you’re werewolves very well. A large part of the town knows your pack’s running around freely in the town! They just don’t care.”
He grins slyly. “That’s because all they think we are is a bunch of stray dogs. And yet they can’t catch us, and they can’t stop us. And you can’t stop the changes that are going on in yourself. In three nights, you’ll be coming to look for us.”
I growl a little, strangely dog-like. “Never.”
“What was that just now then?” He chuckles. “You don’t hide being a wolf yourself very well, either. Despite the fact of everything you’ve ever said, you know that in your heart, what I tell you is true. You may as well just accept it.”
I believe every word he says. Must stay strong though. “And wind up like Ralph? I don’t think so.”
He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “That name no longer has any meaning to him. It’s only Acton now.”
“You may have taken away who he was, but he’s still my Ralph.”
Suddenly, the door opens. Thank goodness it’s Daddy. “All right, champ. Let’s head out, get some ice cream and get to work. Stop bothering this gentleman.”
Balun smiled. “She wasn’t bothering me at all, sir. Sylvia’s an old friend of mine from high school. I was just telling her about an activity we were going to be having.”
Dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, it’s sort of an after school thing three days from now. Lots of outdoors and camping and hunting. I think she might enjoy it now that her legs are fully healed.”
I don’t believe it. Was he actually buying this? Dad smiles and nods. “Oh, I see. Well, we’ve got to get going now, mr….”
“Bale. Marcus Bale.”
“All right, Marcus. Well, I’ll keep in touch with you about that. I think my girl could use some exercise.”
No, Dad. You don’t even know the half of it. Does he have to grow fur for my dad to figure it out? I look back from over Dad’s arm as he clicks his tongue at me with a wink.
“Just keep thinking about, Sylvia. You’ll soon see things our way.”
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Oh...My...GOSH! That was epic! But I wonder. Is Balmung trying to keep Ralph from remembering who he is on purpose? Is he afraid of losing his brother? It certainly seems that way. And what of Sylvia? How will her father feel? Will she reveal the secret to him and change him too? So many questions. And will Ralph gain the same abilities as his alpha? Will Sylvia? I would like to hope so. After all, sylvia's dad doesn't deserve to lose his only daughter in a hunt. I do hope that Sylvia can bring back the real Ralph though. I'm sure that despite what his alpha is saying, he does remember and will continue to remember. I can't wait for part 5.
With the question about Balun, the answer is yes and no. Balun tries to keep Ralph and the pack in control to a degree where they can be content with their lives and not have second thoughts about being a werewolf. A person could become a werewolf and think it's great for a while, but may eventually miss their old lives, which would risk getting them killed.
Sylvia's Dad is very protective of her, so it's possible he'll love her no matter what. We'll just have to see later on in the plotline.
Those abilities belong to the alpha because he's a bit special. But I'm pretty sure if he were to die, he would have to pass it on to the next alpha.
And you're partly right about Ralph. He doesn't remember everything, but he knows some things in his life. Things that matter most to him.
Sylvia's Dad is very protective of her, so it's possible he'll love her no matter what. We'll just have to see later on in the plotline.
Those abilities belong to the alpha because he's a bit special. But I'm pretty sure if he were to die, he would have to pass it on to the next alpha.
And you're partly right about Ralph. He doesn't remember everything, but he knows some things in his life. Things that matter most to him.
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