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Part Eight of the story! :D This tale is just coming along, and the story is almost over, too. What a shame. ):
Well here comes the latest chapter with some Werewolf lovin! :3 Enjoy, furs, therians and weres!
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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This dinner is great! I chow down like no tomorrow as Dad enjoys his. He always knew I loved this stuff, and he’s smiling with that look of satisfaction, knowing that he pleased his daughter once again. Being a parent must be really hard.
“So I see you like the chicken, huh, wolf-girl?” He chuckled, and lets out a howl that makes me flinch. The howl sounds strangely like a wolf’s. “I see that look on your face, but you got to admit, what you did earlier today was weird. Mind explaining about it a bit?”
I shyly stir my rice. What do I tell him? He doesn’t believe me when I say the truth at all. May as well just say what he wants. I smile perkily and say, “I was just feeling a bit weird today. Must be from all the books about werewolves I’ve been reading.”
“Sometimes I worry about you a bit,” He says through chewing. “I sometimes think you’re going to sprout fur and try to find some neighbor’s dog or…something. Just something werewolves do.”
I laugh nervously. “C’mon, Dad. Werewolves aren’t real. You know that for sure.”
“Of course I do. It doesn’t mean I won’t talk about it.” He rubs his napkin against his face, sees that I’m quite finished with my dishes and moves to pick them up. “So what exactly did you do while you waited?”
“Oh, well…” Couldn’t tell him the whole truth, I think. “I went to see Mrs. Geldson.”
“Oh? How is she these days?”
“Well, crazy as usual. Talking about some kind of evil coming around and destroying the world.”
“She might not be as crazy as she sounds.” I stop eating. What did he mean by that?
“All the media ever shows these days is depressing news. Typhoons, hurricanes, school shootings, and the death of Bill Mayes. So much stuff is going on now.” Can’t we change the subject for a little while? I hate talking about stuff like this.
All right, I’ll take care of the dishes, wolf-girl.” Are we going to make that my new name instead of champ? I guess it’s a bit of an improvement. “I can help with the dishes.”
“Nah, I can handle it. I need you wide awake for your first day of work. Let’s get going, champ. Off to bed. Come on.”
All right, no need to be so pushy. As I step up out of the chair, I rub the Seal of Solomon across my chest, hidden from my Dad. This Seal works fantastic! I felt no impulses, no wolf like desires. I was just me for four hours now and I loved it. I don’t think I ever want to take this seal of Solomon off.
Strange, though. my legs feel so heavy as I go up the stairs. I can’t seem to be able to pull my own weight. But how can that be? I was walking so well this morning and I feel perfectly healthy. I can barely manage to get back in my bed. Why am I dragging my legs all of a sudden? I don’t feel so good. My stomach churns and my head reels. I haven’t felt this bad in a while. Maybe getting some sleep will help.
I toss and turn in my bed for what feels like hours. I can’t move my legs anymore. What’s happened? I sit back up, pulling the blankets over, and feel the thighs. I feel nothing. As I go lower to the knees, I feel nothing. Calves. Nothing. Feet. The Same. My heart starts racing. I’m paralyzed to the waist down again! But how? I was healed! The Seal of Solomon should only have worked against the Curse of Calu! That witch lied to me!
The moon! I can see it beaming out from the sky, shining onto my head rest. From my mirror on the end, I can see my eyes glowing bright yellow. They want to see and liberate myself from these shackles. No! I can’t! If I take off the seal, then I’ll become one of Balun’s mindless werewolves. But if I keep it on, I’m just back to being a paraplegic child again. Why did I have to be given such a choice?
Something howls in the distance, a blur here and there. They’ve come back again. Ralph? I push up on the head post, viewing my quiet oak tree shaking in the wind quietly, a large oak branch hanging just underneath the rooftop. But beyond my frostbitten window, I can barely see anything. Fragmented shapes move in the darkness, the moonlight showing large silhouettes. Then a soft thud shakes my overhead fan and something crawls on all fours to my window.
“Ralph!” I whisper harshly, looking back behind my door, checking to see if my dad hadn’t heard his romping. His tail was wagging and he scratched against the window gently with his massive hand, whimpering. Crouched down like that, you’d almost mistake him for a dog.
Pulling up the window, I peek outside with him sniffing my face and sneezing right after, whining with confusion. “What’re you doing here? Aren’t you still mad at me?”
He shook his head, reaching for the Seal of Solomon along my neck with an extended claw. He withdrew the hand with a high pitched yelp, shaking it violently, then moved up to sniff it. This must mean he’s unable to pick it up himself.
“Do you like it? Our old neighbor, Mrs. Geldson, gave it to me. I can remain human while I wear it.” Then I got an idea. “If you picked it up and wore it, then you could be human too! You could remember who you were before.”
Ralph’s frustrated growls tells me he isn’t quite so fond of the idea. When I push the idea, even shoving the pendant into his face, he backs up and almost falls off the roof. He balances himself back up, and waves his arm over out the window. Does he want me to jump? I frown at him, not sure what to say.
“I-I can’t! My dad wants me to wake up early so…”
He rolls his eyes and pulls me out of bed himself, me yelling a bit as I dangle helplessly over his shoulder. Why does he keep doing this? He carefully lopes over the roof, getting a tile or two loose before jumping down into the grass and disappearing a good forty yards into the woods before putting me down. He drops me carefully on the grass, sitting down panting and wagging his tail, looking at my paralyzed body lying before him like a freshly killed doe. What does he want from me?
He moves to unbutton my shirt. I rightfully smack him across the paw, that pervert! He leans back waving his hands erratically as if saying not what he meant. He crosses his arms with his muzzle pointed in the air. Then he got on all fours and start growling and barking, nipping one of my fingers. Ow! That smarts, and yet strangely appeals to me somehow.
Play. Nothing more than a dog, after all. He had forgotten all about the ordeal in the woods and just wanted to show me a good time. And something is stirring inside my mind as well. It wants to play. It wants to run and romp. It wants to bark and pounce and nip and sniff. I don’t want to succumb to being just another wolf, but I don’t think letting go for just a little would hurt too much. I’ll take off the pendant for an hour and then I’d put it back on.
I take the pendant and toss it aside, instantly feeling my body start to sprout fur, the sensations from before returning to me as familiar as if I were born with it. But new changes came to be. I felt something nub at my rump. Taking off my offending human pants, I find a little tail continuing to grow in size. I move the tail in little wiggles, and it squirms naturally. I feel my nose turn sensitive and wet, my face beginning to push out slightly, my ears growing pointed but not moving to the top of my head. My feet grow longer and develop a more paw like shape, a dew claw emerging around each ankle. On the second night of my change, I look, feel, and smell more wolf-like than on my first.
Standing up and removing my blouse from over my head, I see my blonde hair, gold as sunshine, falling from my flattening skull. That’s okay, though. I don’t need it anyway. My guard hairs are far more suitable for what I’m becoming. I look up at my lover, Acton, as he runs around me sniffing me. I wag my tail happily, pleased to get the appropriate response.
“You knew what I wanted,” He says, nipping me along my ear. “You’re beautiful, Sylvia.”
I nip back on his mane, tongue lolled out. “Thank you, Acton. I’m happy you’re pleased.”
“That thing whatever you’re wearing’s no good for you. Being a wolf’s not so bad, really. I’ll show you tonight. Now let’s have some fun!”
Then things get a bit rough. We roll around on the ground, laughing as we wrestle one another like wolves at play. We nip, we sniff tails, we growl and bark, and we chase. We run trying to tag each other for what feels like hours and hours, not having a single care in the world. I feel the blood pumping in my arms as I run like I’ve never run before.
Ah, the rush! I’ve never felt so alive. Is this the way one is supposed to live, seeking thrills in the everyday simple things? The cooking of breakfast, waking up to radio channels on your alarm clock, running and chasing and nipping. Oh, I love nipping! Wait till I catch up with you, wolfy! I’ll tickle you with so many nips you’ll howl in submission. Wait! How did you get there? Oh, I’ll get back at you! I’ll smell you out now, you sneaky wolfy!
And we play and we play and we play. Never have I found so much fun in something so simple minded and for animals. But I don’t think that matters now. Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do? Ah, well! I’m having too much fun! We have the whole night to play with ourselves.
Soon, we’re heading back to my human father’s home and he pounces me down the slope. We roll to a dead stop with my belly exposed and him atop. We laugh for a while, but all laughter is swept away by a new feeling. I can see his bedroom eyes expression on those clear blue eyes, how they meet with my golden eyes. No words are needed to describe how we feel and what we want.
My legs scrape against the ground, my body quivering with excitement. You’re so gorgeous, Acton. Your size, your smell, how the moon shines off your white fur. I want you all for myself. No other female will ever touch you. I put my arms around his broad shoulders and he moves to kiss me on my short, cute muzzle when all of a sudden…
“Sylvia? Sylvia!”
I growl irritably. Just when things were beginning to Acton’s ears perk straight up, snarling and stands up on his hind legs. I lay there, confused, trying to figure out who would be calling my name. No human…wait, no. Not just any human. Dad. Daddy! Oh, no! He’s seen I’m gone!
“Sylv…whoa! Ah! Ahhhhhhh! Get off me! Get off me!”
No! Acton, please no! Don’t hurt my Daddy! I scramble up on my hind legs and jump out of the bushes to see Acton and Daddy wrestling on the ground, my Dad barely holding him off. I run down and try to move Acton off of him.
“Acton, stop! This is Daddy! We like Daddy!”
Acton instantly stops growling, whining to me confused and then back at Dad. Licking his nose, he wuffs out something that sounds that “Rawrree.” And stands back up, bringing Daddy on his feet as well with a good pat on the head. Dad shakes off his grip and moves to run but only trips on the garden hose.
I stagger forward. Why did this have to happen? “Daddy, stop!”
“Get away from me, you monsters!”
“Daddy, wait! It’s me, Sylvia! Only…fuzzier! Please!”
I come up near to Daddy as he moves to grab something from behind his belt. He stops when he feels my hand—or is it paw—gently grip his shoulder. He sees my half folded ears, my wagging tail. He can see some of the patches of my skin. But what grabs his attention are the earrings I wear. Diamond earrings decorating the tips of my deformed ears. Please don’t you see it’s me?
His mouth trembles, his eyes darting. He says nothing for minutes upon minutes and the simply states, “It can’t be true. It can’t be.”
I smile sadly. I never wanted it to happen like this. “It’s me, Daddy. Please don’t hurt me or Acton.”
Another voice came in. One familiar. “I would listen to her if I were you, Paul. After all, she’s the only reason Acton hasn’t made you his next meal.”
Balun, my alpha, steps out from behind a tree, in human form in front of my dad. I half walk on all fours, crawling my way towards him. Though he doesn’t look like one, he smells like a wolf. I know for a fact he is my alpha.
“Marcus! What’ve you done to her?”
“Nothing she didn’t want.” He pats my head, scritching behind my ear. “Her transformation is almost complete, and soon she will be like me. Her story is no longer yours, old man. It’s time for you to let go of her.”
From behind his pocket, Daddy pulls out a gun. His old magnum! And it’s loaded? “Over my dead body! Give my daughter back!”
Balun narrows his eyes. “I’m warning you, human. I’m giving you a chance to escape this ordeal unharmed. As you are the so called ‘father’ of Sylvia, I’m put in an awkward situation as it is, already. I can let you leave alive, on the promise that you will never speak of us again. But if you like the taste of power, if you wish to feel young again, I can make you into one of us. From the look on your face, though, I don’t think either sounds too good to you. Would you rather die?”
“Not if I shoot you first!” He cocks his trigger and aims for Balun’s face. “I won’t ask you again. Give me back my daughter.”
Balun sighs. “Acton, relieve him of his weapon.”
“Yes, brother.”
Acton steps from behind and grabs his arm, shaking it till the magnum revolver fell free. But Daddy wasn’t finished. No, what was he doing? He took out a knife and stabbed Acton in the leg! “Acton!” I bark as Acton howls in pain, grabbing the knife out of his leg, blood trickling on the blade’s edge.
“Fool!” Daddy ran to get his gun, but Balun was already there, his foot already shifting into a powerful wolf’s paw. How did he move so fast? He grows in size, clothes disappearing as he picks up Daddy from his shirt, He snarls in his face as his muzzle grows out. “You had your chance. Now you’ll die!”
“No!” I run up to my alpha and pulls his arm down, raised to strike at him. “I won’t let you kill my Dad!”
His eyes glowed an angry red. “Sylvia, stand down! This has to be done!”
“You will not touch him! If you dare kill him,” I pick up the knife and put it to my neck. “I will die, too!”
“Sylvia! No! Are you crazy?” Acton cries out in dismay. I’m sorry, love. I can’t let my Dad die.
Balun growls lowly, snorting into my eyes. “You forget your place, little one. I gave you the ability to walk, and I can take it away just as easily.”
“You don’t have to kill him! He won’t say a word of this, I promise!” I look at Dad pleadingly. “Will you, Daddy?”
Daddy looked at me and back at the Alpha. Please, Dad, you have to swear to him you’ll keep quiet.
“How do I know that for sure, though? Aren’t you friends with that witch, Mrs. Geldson?” Balun still isn’t convinced to let him go. His eyes dart back and forth, between me and my Dad. Please, Balun. Don’t kill him.
“Brother,” Acton limps forward, clutching his leg, smiling assuredly at him. “Let him go.”
Balun gapes at him, his jaws hanging open slightly. “Brother? You too?”
“Sylvia’s father is trustworthy. If she’s willing to risk her own life, then he can be trusted.”
“But he hurt you. He—“
“Please, Balun, for me.” He places his hands on my shoulders, my head resting against his chest. “For the pack. He may be a useful ally later in the future.”
Slowly, Balun seems to weaken. Bringing my father down to his feet, jabbing him with a claw. “If I see or smell a single hunter within half a mile tomorrow night, I will gnaw my teeth on your bones. This I promise!” He barks to Acton to follow him back to the woods. Back to home, yet I cannot follow them. My heart yearns to, but I must wait till the next moon.
Before Acton leaves, he smiles at me. “You’re quite the negotiator, love. I look forward to how strong, wise and cunning our cubs will be in the future.”
As he leaves, I can’t help to flush. I love him so much, but it all seems so rushed right now. Wait. Where is Daddy? Daddy? Oh, he’s gone! Where did he go? I cry out his name, running back into the house. Please keep your word, Dad. I don’t want to lose you too!
Well here comes the latest chapter with some Werewolf lovin! :3 Enjoy, furs, therians and weres!
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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This dinner is great! I chow down like no tomorrow as Dad enjoys his. He always knew I loved this stuff, and he’s smiling with that look of satisfaction, knowing that he pleased his daughter once again. Being a parent must be really hard.
“So I see you like the chicken, huh, wolf-girl?” He chuckled, and lets out a howl that makes me flinch. The howl sounds strangely like a wolf’s. “I see that look on your face, but you got to admit, what you did earlier today was weird. Mind explaining about it a bit?”
I shyly stir my rice. What do I tell him? He doesn’t believe me when I say the truth at all. May as well just say what he wants. I smile perkily and say, “I was just feeling a bit weird today. Must be from all the books about werewolves I’ve been reading.”
“Sometimes I worry about you a bit,” He says through chewing. “I sometimes think you’re going to sprout fur and try to find some neighbor’s dog or…something. Just something werewolves do.”
I laugh nervously. “C’mon, Dad. Werewolves aren’t real. You know that for sure.”
“Of course I do. It doesn’t mean I won’t talk about it.” He rubs his napkin against his face, sees that I’m quite finished with my dishes and moves to pick them up. “So what exactly did you do while you waited?”
“Oh, well…” Couldn’t tell him the whole truth, I think. “I went to see Mrs. Geldson.”
“Oh? How is she these days?”
“Well, crazy as usual. Talking about some kind of evil coming around and destroying the world.”
“She might not be as crazy as she sounds.” I stop eating. What did he mean by that?
“All the media ever shows these days is depressing news. Typhoons, hurricanes, school shootings, and the death of Bill Mayes. So much stuff is going on now.” Can’t we change the subject for a little while? I hate talking about stuff like this.
All right, I’ll take care of the dishes, wolf-girl.” Are we going to make that my new name instead of champ? I guess it’s a bit of an improvement. “I can help with the dishes.”
“Nah, I can handle it. I need you wide awake for your first day of work. Let’s get going, champ. Off to bed. Come on.”
All right, no need to be so pushy. As I step up out of the chair, I rub the Seal of Solomon across my chest, hidden from my Dad. This Seal works fantastic! I felt no impulses, no wolf like desires. I was just me for four hours now and I loved it. I don’t think I ever want to take this seal of Solomon off.
Strange, though. my legs feel so heavy as I go up the stairs. I can’t seem to be able to pull my own weight. But how can that be? I was walking so well this morning and I feel perfectly healthy. I can barely manage to get back in my bed. Why am I dragging my legs all of a sudden? I don’t feel so good. My stomach churns and my head reels. I haven’t felt this bad in a while. Maybe getting some sleep will help.
I toss and turn in my bed for what feels like hours. I can’t move my legs anymore. What’s happened? I sit back up, pulling the blankets over, and feel the thighs. I feel nothing. As I go lower to the knees, I feel nothing. Calves. Nothing. Feet. The Same. My heart starts racing. I’m paralyzed to the waist down again! But how? I was healed! The Seal of Solomon should only have worked against the Curse of Calu! That witch lied to me!
The moon! I can see it beaming out from the sky, shining onto my head rest. From my mirror on the end, I can see my eyes glowing bright yellow. They want to see and liberate myself from these shackles. No! I can’t! If I take off the seal, then I’ll become one of Balun’s mindless werewolves. But if I keep it on, I’m just back to being a paraplegic child again. Why did I have to be given such a choice?
Something howls in the distance, a blur here and there. They’ve come back again. Ralph? I push up on the head post, viewing my quiet oak tree shaking in the wind quietly, a large oak branch hanging just underneath the rooftop. But beyond my frostbitten window, I can barely see anything. Fragmented shapes move in the darkness, the moonlight showing large silhouettes. Then a soft thud shakes my overhead fan and something crawls on all fours to my window.
“Ralph!” I whisper harshly, looking back behind my door, checking to see if my dad hadn’t heard his romping. His tail was wagging and he scratched against the window gently with his massive hand, whimpering. Crouched down like that, you’d almost mistake him for a dog.
Pulling up the window, I peek outside with him sniffing my face and sneezing right after, whining with confusion. “What’re you doing here? Aren’t you still mad at me?”
He shook his head, reaching for the Seal of Solomon along my neck with an extended claw. He withdrew the hand with a high pitched yelp, shaking it violently, then moved up to sniff it. This must mean he’s unable to pick it up himself.
“Do you like it? Our old neighbor, Mrs. Geldson, gave it to me. I can remain human while I wear it.” Then I got an idea. “If you picked it up and wore it, then you could be human too! You could remember who you were before.”
Ralph’s frustrated growls tells me he isn’t quite so fond of the idea. When I push the idea, even shoving the pendant into his face, he backs up and almost falls off the roof. He balances himself back up, and waves his arm over out the window. Does he want me to jump? I frown at him, not sure what to say.
“I-I can’t! My dad wants me to wake up early so…”
He rolls his eyes and pulls me out of bed himself, me yelling a bit as I dangle helplessly over his shoulder. Why does he keep doing this? He carefully lopes over the roof, getting a tile or two loose before jumping down into the grass and disappearing a good forty yards into the woods before putting me down. He drops me carefully on the grass, sitting down panting and wagging his tail, looking at my paralyzed body lying before him like a freshly killed doe. What does he want from me?
He moves to unbutton my shirt. I rightfully smack him across the paw, that pervert! He leans back waving his hands erratically as if saying not what he meant. He crosses his arms with his muzzle pointed in the air. Then he got on all fours and start growling and barking, nipping one of my fingers. Ow! That smarts, and yet strangely appeals to me somehow.
Play. Nothing more than a dog, after all. He had forgotten all about the ordeal in the woods and just wanted to show me a good time. And something is stirring inside my mind as well. It wants to play. It wants to run and romp. It wants to bark and pounce and nip and sniff. I don’t want to succumb to being just another wolf, but I don’t think letting go for just a little would hurt too much. I’ll take off the pendant for an hour and then I’d put it back on.
I take the pendant and toss it aside, instantly feeling my body start to sprout fur, the sensations from before returning to me as familiar as if I were born with it. But new changes came to be. I felt something nub at my rump. Taking off my offending human pants, I find a little tail continuing to grow in size. I move the tail in little wiggles, and it squirms naturally. I feel my nose turn sensitive and wet, my face beginning to push out slightly, my ears growing pointed but not moving to the top of my head. My feet grow longer and develop a more paw like shape, a dew claw emerging around each ankle. On the second night of my change, I look, feel, and smell more wolf-like than on my first.
Standing up and removing my blouse from over my head, I see my blonde hair, gold as sunshine, falling from my flattening skull. That’s okay, though. I don’t need it anyway. My guard hairs are far more suitable for what I’m becoming. I look up at my lover, Acton, as he runs around me sniffing me. I wag my tail happily, pleased to get the appropriate response.
“You knew what I wanted,” He says, nipping me along my ear. “You’re beautiful, Sylvia.”
I nip back on his mane, tongue lolled out. “Thank you, Acton. I’m happy you’re pleased.”
“That thing whatever you’re wearing’s no good for you. Being a wolf’s not so bad, really. I’ll show you tonight. Now let’s have some fun!”
Then things get a bit rough. We roll around on the ground, laughing as we wrestle one another like wolves at play. We nip, we sniff tails, we growl and bark, and we chase. We run trying to tag each other for what feels like hours and hours, not having a single care in the world. I feel the blood pumping in my arms as I run like I’ve never run before.
Ah, the rush! I’ve never felt so alive. Is this the way one is supposed to live, seeking thrills in the everyday simple things? The cooking of breakfast, waking up to radio channels on your alarm clock, running and chasing and nipping. Oh, I love nipping! Wait till I catch up with you, wolfy! I’ll tickle you with so many nips you’ll howl in submission. Wait! How did you get there? Oh, I’ll get back at you! I’ll smell you out now, you sneaky wolfy!
And we play and we play and we play. Never have I found so much fun in something so simple minded and for animals. But I don’t think that matters now. Wasn’t there something I was supposed to do? Ah, well! I’m having too much fun! We have the whole night to play with ourselves.
Soon, we’re heading back to my human father’s home and he pounces me down the slope. We roll to a dead stop with my belly exposed and him atop. We laugh for a while, but all laughter is swept away by a new feeling. I can see his bedroom eyes expression on those clear blue eyes, how they meet with my golden eyes. No words are needed to describe how we feel and what we want.
My legs scrape against the ground, my body quivering with excitement. You’re so gorgeous, Acton. Your size, your smell, how the moon shines off your white fur. I want you all for myself. No other female will ever touch you. I put my arms around his broad shoulders and he moves to kiss me on my short, cute muzzle when all of a sudden…
“Sylvia? Sylvia!”
I growl irritably. Just when things were beginning to Acton’s ears perk straight up, snarling and stands up on his hind legs. I lay there, confused, trying to figure out who would be calling my name. No human…wait, no. Not just any human. Dad. Daddy! Oh, no! He’s seen I’m gone!
“Sylv…whoa! Ah! Ahhhhhhh! Get off me! Get off me!”
No! Acton, please no! Don’t hurt my Daddy! I scramble up on my hind legs and jump out of the bushes to see Acton and Daddy wrestling on the ground, my Dad barely holding him off. I run down and try to move Acton off of him.
“Acton, stop! This is Daddy! We like Daddy!”
Acton instantly stops growling, whining to me confused and then back at Dad. Licking his nose, he wuffs out something that sounds that “Rawrree.” And stands back up, bringing Daddy on his feet as well with a good pat on the head. Dad shakes off his grip and moves to run but only trips on the garden hose.
I stagger forward. Why did this have to happen? “Daddy, stop!”
“Get away from me, you monsters!”
“Daddy, wait! It’s me, Sylvia! Only…fuzzier! Please!”
I come up near to Daddy as he moves to grab something from behind his belt. He stops when he feels my hand—or is it paw—gently grip his shoulder. He sees my half folded ears, my wagging tail. He can see some of the patches of my skin. But what grabs his attention are the earrings I wear. Diamond earrings decorating the tips of my deformed ears. Please don’t you see it’s me?
His mouth trembles, his eyes darting. He says nothing for minutes upon minutes and the simply states, “It can’t be true. It can’t be.”
I smile sadly. I never wanted it to happen like this. “It’s me, Daddy. Please don’t hurt me or Acton.”
Another voice came in. One familiar. “I would listen to her if I were you, Paul. After all, she’s the only reason Acton hasn’t made you his next meal.”
Balun, my alpha, steps out from behind a tree, in human form in front of my dad. I half walk on all fours, crawling my way towards him. Though he doesn’t look like one, he smells like a wolf. I know for a fact he is my alpha.
“Marcus! What’ve you done to her?”
“Nothing she didn’t want.” He pats my head, scritching behind my ear. “Her transformation is almost complete, and soon she will be like me. Her story is no longer yours, old man. It’s time for you to let go of her.”
From behind his pocket, Daddy pulls out a gun. His old magnum! And it’s loaded? “Over my dead body! Give my daughter back!”
Balun narrows his eyes. “I’m warning you, human. I’m giving you a chance to escape this ordeal unharmed. As you are the so called ‘father’ of Sylvia, I’m put in an awkward situation as it is, already. I can let you leave alive, on the promise that you will never speak of us again. But if you like the taste of power, if you wish to feel young again, I can make you into one of us. From the look on your face, though, I don’t think either sounds too good to you. Would you rather die?”
“Not if I shoot you first!” He cocks his trigger and aims for Balun’s face. “I won’t ask you again. Give me back my daughter.”
Balun sighs. “Acton, relieve him of his weapon.”
“Yes, brother.”
Acton steps from behind and grabs his arm, shaking it till the magnum revolver fell free. But Daddy wasn’t finished. No, what was he doing? He took out a knife and stabbed Acton in the leg! “Acton!” I bark as Acton howls in pain, grabbing the knife out of his leg, blood trickling on the blade’s edge.
“Fool!” Daddy ran to get his gun, but Balun was already there, his foot already shifting into a powerful wolf’s paw. How did he move so fast? He grows in size, clothes disappearing as he picks up Daddy from his shirt, He snarls in his face as his muzzle grows out. “You had your chance. Now you’ll die!”
“No!” I run up to my alpha and pulls his arm down, raised to strike at him. “I won’t let you kill my Dad!”
His eyes glowed an angry red. “Sylvia, stand down! This has to be done!”
“You will not touch him! If you dare kill him,” I pick up the knife and put it to my neck. “I will die, too!”
“Sylvia! No! Are you crazy?” Acton cries out in dismay. I’m sorry, love. I can’t let my Dad die.
Balun growls lowly, snorting into my eyes. “You forget your place, little one. I gave you the ability to walk, and I can take it away just as easily.”
“You don’t have to kill him! He won’t say a word of this, I promise!” I look at Dad pleadingly. “Will you, Daddy?”
Daddy looked at me and back at the Alpha. Please, Dad, you have to swear to him you’ll keep quiet.
“How do I know that for sure, though? Aren’t you friends with that witch, Mrs. Geldson?” Balun still isn’t convinced to let him go. His eyes dart back and forth, between me and my Dad. Please, Balun. Don’t kill him.
“Brother,” Acton limps forward, clutching his leg, smiling assuredly at him. “Let him go.”
Balun gapes at him, his jaws hanging open slightly. “Brother? You too?”
“Sylvia’s father is trustworthy. If she’s willing to risk her own life, then he can be trusted.”
“But he hurt you. He—“
“Please, Balun, for me.” He places his hands on my shoulders, my head resting against his chest. “For the pack. He may be a useful ally later in the future.”
Slowly, Balun seems to weaken. Bringing my father down to his feet, jabbing him with a claw. “If I see or smell a single hunter within half a mile tomorrow night, I will gnaw my teeth on your bones. This I promise!” He barks to Acton to follow him back to the woods. Back to home, yet I cannot follow them. My heart yearns to, but I must wait till the next moon.
Before Acton leaves, he smiles at me. “You’re quite the negotiator, love. I look forward to how strong, wise and cunning our cubs will be in the future.”
As he leaves, I can’t help to flush. I love him so much, but it all seems so rushed right now. Wait. Where is Daddy? Daddy? Oh, he’s gone! Where did he go? I cry out his name, running back into the house. Please keep your word, Dad. I don’t want to lose you too!
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Awwww...this is really getting sad...and man what tough choices she must make....
Also...“All the media ever shows these days is depressing news. Typhoons, hurricanes, school shootings, and the death of Bill Mayes. So much stuff is going on now.” I loled at that. Nice bit of writing :)
Also...“All the media ever shows these days is depressing news. Typhoons, hurricanes, school shootings, and the death of Bill Mayes. So much stuff is going on now.” I loled at that. Nice bit of writing :)
this is geting sad. It's turning into quite the tradgedy. Will he join the pack? And what is with Mrs. Geldenson? That is her name right? Is she evil, or is Balmun? Did he really steal the spells that she claimed he did? And if so, could it be that he's being influenced by an evil spirit that he conjured in order to change? Or is the old woman the evil one and simply seeking to destroy the pack? Oh how I wonder. It's too bad that Sylvia had to lose her ability to walk in order to stay human. So she's accepted the changes now. Interesting. I both can and can't wait to see what happens next. I hope this all has a happy ending.
Oh, it was never really meant to be a happy story at all. XP But there are some happy moments here and there in the story. Sylvia's growing to accept what she's becoming more and more now, Acton and her are back together again essentially, and Balun is letting her dad live for now. By your question of if he'll join the pack, you mean her father, there's no way in hell that her father is gonna show any interest in being a member of the pack...for now. :P
Who's truly more evil, the aunt or the nephew? Keep reading and we'll find out soon enough! :D
Yeah, the seal represses all the magic that has been placed on her, including her healed ability to walk. But she actually has chosen she prefers to be a werewolf and walk than be a human and remain crippled.
Keep on reading, now! :3 Part Nine should come out in a couple days.
Who's truly more evil, the aunt or the nephew? Keep reading and we'll find out soon enough! :D
Yeah, the seal represses all the magic that has been placed on her, including her healed ability to walk. But she actually has chosen she prefers to be a werewolf and walk than be a human and remain crippled.
Keep on reading, now! :3 Part Nine should come out in a couple days.
The suspence is killing me! Just please don't let this end a tradgedy. It would be far better if they could all live good lives. I'm kindof wishing I could go there so I could give them the abilities that Balun has. At least in reguards to being able to change at will and to remember their old lives. I think that deep down though, Ralph is still alive despite what Acton and his pack leader may say. But I'm wondering. Did Balun deliberately try to remove ralph's human memories?
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