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"Mates for Life" Collab with Were Tabby Chapter 2
Chapter Two of the Collab. Written by Tabby, edited by me. :P He insisted I post this on my account for some reason, though.
Ah, well! Here we go!
Chapters:
1)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3129108
2)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3129144/
3)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3912603/
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The twigs and branches of the bushes scratch and slap against me as I brush pass them in my run, ignoring the sting swelling in my arms and legs. I concentrate on what’s in front of me, making sure that my frenzy dash doesn’t have me colliding with a tree or tripping into a huge dip in the earth. My lungs are becoming depleted of air fast and my legs and feet burn from exhaustion but I do not dare halt for one second, not wanting the beings behind me to catch up to me. I don’t try to look back but I can feel them, hearing multiple heavy huffs and the stomping of feet, of paws longing to match my distances. I could even smell them, their scents pungent of that of a wild animal.
Though I can’t really see my pursuers, shadowed from the cover of the trees above, I realize it is not fear I feel from them; not from the possibility of being taken down and killed, eaten alive or worse. No, I feel competitive and joyous, secretly longing for them to catch up to me yet hoping to be the better sprinter of them all.
I laugh as we enter a clearing, seeing the world around me for the first time, the full moon above painting a clearer picture of the valley surrounding this part of the woods. I take in the bizarre fact that I’ve somehow gotten out here when I should be back at the campsite sleeping; I’m running naked of all things. But I disregard that oddity, feeling unusually comfortable streaking as I am, almost disgusted in even thinking I should be wearing clothes. A wolf doesn’t wear human clothing, only the fur on its back and limbs.
I take a quick glance back, enough to see my pursuers, fellow wolves diligently keeping up, a few beginning to pick up further speed and run side by side with me. Those few I can make eye contact with look up to me, exchange not aggressive or vicious but friendly and playful gazes.
I suddenly feel silly, running on two legs when I should running properly on all fours like my brothers and sisters. In my run I leap forward, dropping to the ground as I keep my sprint going on all fours. My speed drops a bit as these human arms and legs, this posture makes it difficult to proceed further and yet I keep going, not wanting to loose the pack passing by me. I press on determinedly as we all enter back into the woods, the darkness created by the trees branches hiding us from the world. Within the darkness I start to regain my pace, feeling my arms and legs beginning to reshape themselves, hands and feet imprinting the earth with real paws. My shoulder blades and spine pull and push behind me, my posture fixed to run on all fours better. A lengthy nub pressing behind my rear extends further, helping keep my balance. Even my face molds into a new form, pointed ears and a long sensitive snout helping me keep track of my packs location.
We run into another clearing, only when I emerge I am no longer the frail naked human I was to start. The glow of the full moon above stirs the fur hiding underneath my skin to sprout and blanket my new body, completing my appearance as a wolf. The pack slows for me, letting me join in the center as we continue to run. They howl melodiously, appreciating and riveted in their lives as wolves. I find myself joining the choir, letting out my own deep and proud howl, glad to be a part of the pack.
That world came crashing down as I found myself back inside the tent, breathing heavily with sweat drenching my shirt and boxers, propped onto my rear staring blankly at the door of the tent. The huff and puff of the wolves and their wondrous howling faded into the back of my mind as the only sounds besides my breathing around me were nothing more than the chirping of bugs outside and the snoring of Wrath on the other side of the tent.
“It was…just a dream,” I mutter faintly to myself, hiding my face with one of my hands.
Dammit, I hate having those dreams. I…It makes me feel so foolish…and miserable after.
Shaken up by the dream I couldn’t really go back to sleep. Instead I decided to go back outside, putting on some thick jeans and my cotton blue jacket to keep me warm. The firepit looked like it was clinging to life, a small spark still present within the embers. I yawned, trying to smite the living ember with my shoed foot.
The wind blew a chilly gust, freezing me in place from the surprise of pure cold. I hugged my sides tightly, rubbing my arms to warm me the best I could. Another gust blew against me, and with it followed the crack of twigs and rustling of bushes behind me. I spun around alert, eyes darting every which way for the source of the sound. I thought maybe Wrath had stepped out as well, unable to sleep like me or in need to take a leak. Peeking back in I was wrong, Wrath still sound asleep. How he could rest easily on this patch of land I may never know.
Another sound stole my attention, this time in the form of a howl. It was far off, yet close enough, to give me chills…and excitement. It definitely wasn’t some dog wandering the woods. It was a wolf’s cry.
“Wrath,” I whisper, wanting to raise my voice to wake him but hesitate for courtesy sake. “Wrath, did you hear that? That was a wolf, man. A real wolf.”
Wrath only responded with turning over onto his other side, mumbling something about Kool-aid. I tried to poke him awake but all he did was thrash and grumble, barely lifting an eyelid to see what the trouble was. I figured a nuclear bomb wasn’t going to wake him in time our inevitable deaths.
The howl sounded again, once again stealing my attention. I started walking towards it in a faint daze, feeling as if I should heed its call. It almost felt like I should answer back, like in my dream; to howl with the pack. I shook my head of my fantasy, feeling a little ashamed in getting sucked into my fascination so easily like this. It would most likely get me in trouble.
It’s what got Veronica in trouble.
I started to think; kind of hastily, what if she was out there now, wandering aimlessly in her own fascination or laying in a ditch somewhere waiting for help. This was going to be my only chance to see for myself, to find any proof if Veronica was ok or not, if she was indeed lost in these woods…these wolf infested woods. I quietly snuck back into the tent, grabbing a flashlight and my digital camera, just in case, sneaking back out as I started to make my trek out into the woods.
In the back of my mind I knew I was insane for doing this, alone and in the middle of the night, but I felt like tonight had to be now or the opportunity would never arise again. Shame clings to me though as I look back once, afraid I may never see the campsite or Wrath, or my family and friends, ever again. Valiantly I did go forward hoping to find some answers to Veronica’s disappearance.
Selfishly I hoped that the rumors were true…that I would run into a real werewolf.
An hour had gone by fast and it felt like it was only going to get colder, hugging my shoulders desperately for extra warmth. It was hard to keep the flashlight steady with my free hand trembling from both chill and fright. Already I was starting to feel stupid and foolish for attempting this hike. What made me think I would find Veronica all the way out here as I am? Was there any saving to be made? Or was my only reason for doing this foolish thing because of my attraction to the wolf’s howl, to how much I wanted to follow its cry?
“It’s official,” I groaned, teeth chattering. “I’ve completely lost my mind.”
I start considering turning back. As much as a part of me wants to keep going, pulled by this curious force, I begin to realize how pointless this venture was becoming. Dread kicks in immediately as I turn around, pointing my flashlight ahead as it flickers off and on until it dies.
“Oh no,” I cry, pounding the end of the flashlight. “Perfect timing you
stupid, unreliable piece of…”
The thump of footsteps replaces my rage with panic, startled. I stand still trying to listen, wondering if there was anyone or anything out there or if I was just hearing things. I grip the camera in my hand, contemplating using it to illuminate some light, the trees above blocking the moonlight for me to see clearly. I start bringing it up, readying the camera in front towards where I thought I heard the noise.
Such a stupid idea, Alan.
I start to take a few steps back, feeling I should gain some distances between me and whatever was out there. My finger is on the button of the camera, the cold air and unknowing fear making me shudder to the bone. I want to call out and see what responded; maybe it was Wrath looking for. Maybe it was Veronica.
A low growl sounds and I stumble further back, only to realize I hit nothing but air. The camera flashed as I tumbled down the hill, knocking against something hard. Everything was black for a moment, dazed and sore from the fall. I thought I might have passed out but looking around, finding myself near the edge of a clearing; the full moon seated high above, I figured I didn’t pass out long. I tried to get up, finding it difficult with my legs throbbing in pain from thrashing around and my back hurting. I could still move them fine but the tumble sucked away my strength. Trying to hoist myself off the ground I screamed in pain, feeling my right wrist give out fast and sting horribly. I brought it up to me and rubbed the bruise. The wrist was purple and swollen, probably broken.
“Terrific,” I grumble. “Dammit, where’s the camera?”
Straining I look over the tree I was laying against, searching for the camera. There was nothing to my right, and turning to my left it was the same way. Turning straight ahead though became another story. My eyes bugged out as piercing animal eyes looked back, imagining my skin losing color at the presences of a large animal. It was wolf…a really big wolf, looking over me with some unique expression of delight. “Lookie what we have hear guys,” The one doing the bone-chilling stare said, only exasperating my fear more by the fact it talked, it actually talked. “Another lost human in the middle of our woods.”
Another? I had a moment to think. Is it talking about…
“You’d think the woods were overrun by them now,” a second wolfish voice answered, coming from my left and into view.
“Yeah, too many,” A third spoke, feeling its wet snout brush behind my neck sniffing.
My lips quivered, wanting to speak but unable to form the words that could either save my life or hasten my demise. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; three human sized wolves flocking around me with eager curiosity and anticipation, licking their maws hungrily. Then again, why couldn’t I believe; I could very well be gazing at the proof I sought; that Veronica had gone out to search for if these three ominous beasts were what I thought they were. The care for my well-being slowly floated away, an odd calm forming over me as my shocked gazing changed to stunning observation and admiration.
“Very strange of you human,” the first one said, almost seeing a wide smile over its muzzle. “You’re taking this quite well for someone who’s seen us.”
“It’s almost as if he wanted to run into us,” the second one said, tracing over my shoulders and neck with its feral eyes.
“You found us,” the third chuckled.
“I…uh…I…” was all I could mutter, the chill of the night air and the nervousness around such incredible creatures, let alone the possibility that I was going to be dinner in a minute, was an overload for me. I could barely explain myself.
The trio laughs.
“The poor human can barely talk back,”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Speechless.”
“Perhaps he would be more comfortable talking without you three taunting and scaring him.”
A fourth voice rose from behind the trio, all three turning their heads to the source. I strained to look over their shoulders from where I still sat
frozen, making out from the shadows another wolf looking over us, only it looked like it stood on its hind paws like a person.
“Why do you always have to follow us, Nasha?” The first one snarled, displeased with the fourth wolf’s presence.
I could see movement from the new wolf, seeing its shoulders and top of the chest as it approached them. The moonlight cascaded over its side, illuminating its black and dust gray fur. It grinned, cocking her head to one side in amusement.
“Because someone has to keep an eye on you three,” it said. It’s voice; I’m just realizing now how sweet and compassionate, and feminine, it sounded as she got closer. It was also strangely familiar.
“But we can’t just let this one go now,” the second one spoke. “He’ll tell everyone about us.”
“I’m hungry,” the third one moaned, almost hearing its own stomach grumble.
“Has he done anything to harm us?” Nasha, I think they said, asked.
The trio look at each other and then nod in disagreement.
“Then you are not to harm him.”
The first one began to snarl impatiently, rising to its own hind paws as it confronted Nasha. “You are not our Alpha, Nasha. You can’t bark any orders you like.”
“Correct,” she nodded. “But Sylvia is. And it was her decree that we are not allowed to harm any human without just cause. Or would you like to explain to her why you have human guts hanging from your maw while I stand behind you?”
With that the leader of the trio’s mood changed to a obedient tone, tail hanging between its legs and ears lowered.
“Then what do you want us to do with this human then?” the second one questioned.
“You smell strange,” the third one blurted, only it spoke to me, realizing its face was right up to mine again making me cringe while baffled.
“I’ll take care of this,” Nasha answered. “Why don’t you make yourselves useful and hunt squirrels.”
The leader of the trio groaned while the second chuckled, scampering away into the open meadow. The third was still sniffing my face inquisitively until its friends began to bark, realizing he was left by himself and dashing off frantically to rejoin its group. Nasha giggled as she began to kneel beside me, watching them race off back into the woods.
“Sorry for them,” Nasha apologized. “Those three can be overly devious at times, and annoying.”
I wanted to laugh with her but I was entrapped in my perpetual shock and awe from these creatures, my voice still lost for words. I was also still confounded by the mystery of why her voice sounded so familiar. Where have I heard it before?
“You don’t need to be afraid anymore. I promise no harm will come to you as long as you do not mean any harm to us.”
I gulped, wondering what she was implying, but ultimately I shook my head to show she was right.
“Now what is a human like you doing out here this far in the woods? It’s dangerous to hiking in the middle of the night as you can tell.”
Veronica! A voice in my head shouted her name to answer Nasha’s question but I still couldn’t speak. But I don’t think that’s why I’m thinking of her now. Something else?
“Oh my; your hand.”
Nasha runs her pawed fingers gently over my bruised and battered wrist, stinging a bit from the pressure but soothed by her touch.
“How did this happen?” she asks.
I don’t do anything for a second until I lift my other hand and point back over the hill, showing her where I had come from.
“Ah! That explains why you look like you had a nasty tumble. Are your legs and feet ok to stand?”
Somehow the gears in my head start to turn normal again despite all this as I quickly see if I can move my legs. A few kicks show I’m fine and Nasha helps me to my feet, staggering a little as they had fallen asleep.
“Had one too many?” Nasha jokes and laughs.
No…it can’t be…can it?
“Veronica,” I mutter, unable to keep my thoughts in my head.
The laughter stops and as I turn to face Nasha I find her observing me dumbfounded. A short silence holds for a bit as the chirp of insects fill the void.
“How…how do you know that name?” Nasha asks, holding a forepaw under her chin.
“That’s why I’m out here,” I said, finding the courage to speak. “A friend of mine named Veronica said she had stumbled across your pack last month. She was so excited about confronting real werewolves that she was going to show me proof the next night, so that we didn’t have to doubt anymore if your kind existed or not. She disappeared since then.”
Nasha remained speechless, turning to a side as she looked to be pondering something in deep thought.
“She lived here, near the city. I’ve been worried about her. I thought maybe she had been eaten by them or gotten lost in the woods. I just wanted to know if she was ok or if I was just being paranoid.”
Another moment of silence swept between us, the soft blow of icy wind running pass the field.
“Why would you come out all this way? Does this human mean that much to you?”
I sighed, thinking foolishly of myself at how obsessed I sounded. “I wish I could say how I really felt. But I don’t even know if she sees me the same way…or if she ever could now. All that matters to me right now is that I know that she’s ok and that she’s happy.”
Nasha turns her sight to me, almost noting an unusual sadness in her feral eyes. At the same time she starts to grin, crossing her arms over her chest as she slowly walks back to me.
“What if I were to tell you that I’ve met this “Vernoica” and that she was doing well?”
“That would be comforting to know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders in awkward relief.
“Then what if I told you she was one of us now, a wolf; an animal. If what you say is true about how you truly feel, would you be comfortable then knowing your friend mingles with other wild animals, prefers a pelt of fur over flesh, hunting with her pack and howling at the moon?”
We stand face to face, gazing into each other’s eyes waiting for one another to say or do something, tensions burning around us. I finally crack a smile, unable to hide what I already discovered minutes ago.
“Don’t you think you already know the answer to that, Veronica?”
Nasha, once Veronica, smiled. “How did you know it was me?”
“Your voice,” I said. “I know we only talked on the mics once, but I couldn’t ever forget your voice.”
The two of us began to talk afterwards. I told her how I had a chance to come out to Vermont and risked searching for her, that I had come along with what would have been a group of werewolf enthusiasts. She then told me her story about how she tried to locate the pack the night she disappeared. She said they found her and the trio did the same menacing act on her before their Alpha, Sylvia, hushed them up. From there she tried to explain how she wound up becoming one of them, like it was a dream that suddenly became her reality.
“So you enjoy being a werewolf?” I asked.
“I haven’t looked back if that is what you mean,” Nasha answered.
“What about your folks?”
“I still drop in from time to time, but they wouldn’t really care if I was gone for years. I suppose that is one thing that made it a easy decision to join the pack, besides having a chance to live out the fantasy.”
“Are you allowed to go back out into the human world?”
“We can, Sylvia gave us that right. But we really consider the wild our home now and its hard to turn back on it. There’s not really much you miss about being human when you’re a wolf.”
“Not much, huh?”
I lower my head down, sulking against the tree I fell upon earlier as I contemplated what she said. Nasha extended a paw under my chin, raising my sight back to her.
“Not much…but not everything. I did miss you.”
Our heads were beginning to lean in closer, knowing what they sought to do. It didn’t matter to me that she was a wolf now, or that she was taller than me. In fact, the way she is now only held a further attraction. I broke away before our lips met, spoiling the moment only because of an uneasy question that had quelled in my stomach for too long.
“Would you feel crowded if I asked to join?”
Nasha pulled away slightly, eyes fluttering surprisingly.
I chuckled. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t ask, did you?”
Nasha grinned as she held my functioning hand, tugging as she began to walk towards where the trio dashed off to, wanting me to follow. I kept my bad hand against my chest as I stayed close beside her, anxious at what would happen next as we stepped out of the clearing and back into the forest.
The walk was short as we came upon another clearing, only very small and surrounded by trees at all sides. Only a small opening from above allowed the moon to hover us basking its glow upon the area. Nasha howled triumphantly, my skin crawling slightly from the eeriness of my situation, but awestruck by her lupine voice. We stood in place for a moment until the woods around us came alive with rustling and panting. I could see eyes peering out of the bushes and shadows, the sheen of fur and fangs, and the forms of massive wolves coming into our view. And there were many. Even the trio from before had joined them.
Out from the grove steps out a wolf, about my size, gray in fur pattern with brown markings. Spreading her arms wide, she grins widely, her green eyes sparkling like an emerald conundrum. “Welcome, human. I am Sylvia, Alpha of the pack. I sensed your coming in my mind. Nasha has spoken much of you.”
"She has now?" I say, looking to Nasha to see her turn her head bashfully, blushing myself.
“I'll skip the formalities and be brief. Your ways don't have to be our ways. Once bitten, there's no turning back. Are you sure this is what you want?”
"I thought I might have to think about this...but yes. I wanted this for a long time even if it's now that I realize it."
“Then nothing I say can help you. The road will be long and hard, but we as the pack will help you in what ways we can.”
The wolf pack slowly emerges from the woods, surrounding Nasha and I closely as Sylvia approaches me, circling behind and resting her forepaws over my shoulders. I jump at the climbing suspense growing as the pack starts to close the gap around us, for a split second regretting my decision. A soft squeeze from my hand and the look of reassurance from Nasha tore away my fears, reminding myself that this was what I wanted…and I wouldn’t be alone.
“This will hurt for only a second,” Sylvia said.
I nod and tilt my head aside, giving my neck willingly to the Alpha. I shudder from anticipation, wondering how this was going to feel, if becoming one of them was going to hurt, if I would even still be me. Nasha is in a way. Sylvia’s teeth poke at my skin as she readies, feeling her hot breath on my neck. I finally blank out my chattering mind, closing my eyes as Sylvia’s fangs dig into my neck, Nasha’s paw tightening to remind me she was still there.
Wrath was not going to believe this.
Ah, well! Here we go!
Chapters:
1)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3129108
2)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3129144/
3)http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3912603/
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The twigs and branches of the bushes scratch and slap against me as I brush pass them in my run, ignoring the sting swelling in my arms and legs. I concentrate on what’s in front of me, making sure that my frenzy dash doesn’t have me colliding with a tree or tripping into a huge dip in the earth. My lungs are becoming depleted of air fast and my legs and feet burn from exhaustion but I do not dare halt for one second, not wanting the beings behind me to catch up to me. I don’t try to look back but I can feel them, hearing multiple heavy huffs and the stomping of feet, of paws longing to match my distances. I could even smell them, their scents pungent of that of a wild animal.
Though I can’t really see my pursuers, shadowed from the cover of the trees above, I realize it is not fear I feel from them; not from the possibility of being taken down and killed, eaten alive or worse. No, I feel competitive and joyous, secretly longing for them to catch up to me yet hoping to be the better sprinter of them all.
I laugh as we enter a clearing, seeing the world around me for the first time, the full moon above painting a clearer picture of the valley surrounding this part of the woods. I take in the bizarre fact that I’ve somehow gotten out here when I should be back at the campsite sleeping; I’m running naked of all things. But I disregard that oddity, feeling unusually comfortable streaking as I am, almost disgusted in even thinking I should be wearing clothes. A wolf doesn’t wear human clothing, only the fur on its back and limbs.
I take a quick glance back, enough to see my pursuers, fellow wolves diligently keeping up, a few beginning to pick up further speed and run side by side with me. Those few I can make eye contact with look up to me, exchange not aggressive or vicious but friendly and playful gazes.
I suddenly feel silly, running on two legs when I should running properly on all fours like my brothers and sisters. In my run I leap forward, dropping to the ground as I keep my sprint going on all fours. My speed drops a bit as these human arms and legs, this posture makes it difficult to proceed further and yet I keep going, not wanting to loose the pack passing by me. I press on determinedly as we all enter back into the woods, the darkness created by the trees branches hiding us from the world. Within the darkness I start to regain my pace, feeling my arms and legs beginning to reshape themselves, hands and feet imprinting the earth with real paws. My shoulder blades and spine pull and push behind me, my posture fixed to run on all fours better. A lengthy nub pressing behind my rear extends further, helping keep my balance. Even my face molds into a new form, pointed ears and a long sensitive snout helping me keep track of my packs location.
We run into another clearing, only when I emerge I am no longer the frail naked human I was to start. The glow of the full moon above stirs the fur hiding underneath my skin to sprout and blanket my new body, completing my appearance as a wolf. The pack slows for me, letting me join in the center as we continue to run. They howl melodiously, appreciating and riveted in their lives as wolves. I find myself joining the choir, letting out my own deep and proud howl, glad to be a part of the pack.
That world came crashing down as I found myself back inside the tent, breathing heavily with sweat drenching my shirt and boxers, propped onto my rear staring blankly at the door of the tent. The huff and puff of the wolves and their wondrous howling faded into the back of my mind as the only sounds besides my breathing around me were nothing more than the chirping of bugs outside and the snoring of Wrath on the other side of the tent.
“It was…just a dream,” I mutter faintly to myself, hiding my face with one of my hands.
Dammit, I hate having those dreams. I…It makes me feel so foolish…and miserable after.
Shaken up by the dream I couldn’t really go back to sleep. Instead I decided to go back outside, putting on some thick jeans and my cotton blue jacket to keep me warm. The firepit looked like it was clinging to life, a small spark still present within the embers. I yawned, trying to smite the living ember with my shoed foot.
The wind blew a chilly gust, freezing me in place from the surprise of pure cold. I hugged my sides tightly, rubbing my arms to warm me the best I could. Another gust blew against me, and with it followed the crack of twigs and rustling of bushes behind me. I spun around alert, eyes darting every which way for the source of the sound. I thought maybe Wrath had stepped out as well, unable to sleep like me or in need to take a leak. Peeking back in I was wrong, Wrath still sound asleep. How he could rest easily on this patch of land I may never know.
Another sound stole my attention, this time in the form of a howl. It was far off, yet close enough, to give me chills…and excitement. It definitely wasn’t some dog wandering the woods. It was a wolf’s cry.
“Wrath,” I whisper, wanting to raise my voice to wake him but hesitate for courtesy sake. “Wrath, did you hear that? That was a wolf, man. A real wolf.”
Wrath only responded with turning over onto his other side, mumbling something about Kool-aid. I tried to poke him awake but all he did was thrash and grumble, barely lifting an eyelid to see what the trouble was. I figured a nuclear bomb wasn’t going to wake him in time our inevitable deaths.
The howl sounded again, once again stealing my attention. I started walking towards it in a faint daze, feeling as if I should heed its call. It almost felt like I should answer back, like in my dream; to howl with the pack. I shook my head of my fantasy, feeling a little ashamed in getting sucked into my fascination so easily like this. It would most likely get me in trouble.
It’s what got Veronica in trouble.
I started to think; kind of hastily, what if she was out there now, wandering aimlessly in her own fascination or laying in a ditch somewhere waiting for help. This was going to be my only chance to see for myself, to find any proof if Veronica was ok or not, if she was indeed lost in these woods…these wolf infested woods. I quietly snuck back into the tent, grabbing a flashlight and my digital camera, just in case, sneaking back out as I started to make my trek out into the woods.
In the back of my mind I knew I was insane for doing this, alone and in the middle of the night, but I felt like tonight had to be now or the opportunity would never arise again. Shame clings to me though as I look back once, afraid I may never see the campsite or Wrath, or my family and friends, ever again. Valiantly I did go forward hoping to find some answers to Veronica’s disappearance.
Selfishly I hoped that the rumors were true…that I would run into a real werewolf.
An hour had gone by fast and it felt like it was only going to get colder, hugging my shoulders desperately for extra warmth. It was hard to keep the flashlight steady with my free hand trembling from both chill and fright. Already I was starting to feel stupid and foolish for attempting this hike. What made me think I would find Veronica all the way out here as I am? Was there any saving to be made? Or was my only reason for doing this foolish thing because of my attraction to the wolf’s howl, to how much I wanted to follow its cry?
“It’s official,” I groaned, teeth chattering. “I’ve completely lost my mind.”
I start considering turning back. As much as a part of me wants to keep going, pulled by this curious force, I begin to realize how pointless this venture was becoming. Dread kicks in immediately as I turn around, pointing my flashlight ahead as it flickers off and on until it dies.
“Oh no,” I cry, pounding the end of the flashlight. “Perfect timing you
stupid, unreliable piece of…”
The thump of footsteps replaces my rage with panic, startled. I stand still trying to listen, wondering if there was anyone or anything out there or if I was just hearing things. I grip the camera in my hand, contemplating using it to illuminate some light, the trees above blocking the moonlight for me to see clearly. I start bringing it up, readying the camera in front towards where I thought I heard the noise.
Such a stupid idea, Alan.
I start to take a few steps back, feeling I should gain some distances between me and whatever was out there. My finger is on the button of the camera, the cold air and unknowing fear making me shudder to the bone. I want to call out and see what responded; maybe it was Wrath looking for. Maybe it was Veronica.
A low growl sounds and I stumble further back, only to realize I hit nothing but air. The camera flashed as I tumbled down the hill, knocking against something hard. Everything was black for a moment, dazed and sore from the fall. I thought I might have passed out but looking around, finding myself near the edge of a clearing; the full moon seated high above, I figured I didn’t pass out long. I tried to get up, finding it difficult with my legs throbbing in pain from thrashing around and my back hurting. I could still move them fine but the tumble sucked away my strength. Trying to hoist myself off the ground I screamed in pain, feeling my right wrist give out fast and sting horribly. I brought it up to me and rubbed the bruise. The wrist was purple and swollen, probably broken.
“Terrific,” I grumble. “Dammit, where’s the camera?”
Straining I look over the tree I was laying against, searching for the camera. There was nothing to my right, and turning to my left it was the same way. Turning straight ahead though became another story. My eyes bugged out as piercing animal eyes looked back, imagining my skin losing color at the presences of a large animal. It was wolf…a really big wolf, looking over me with some unique expression of delight. “Lookie what we have hear guys,” The one doing the bone-chilling stare said, only exasperating my fear more by the fact it talked, it actually talked. “Another lost human in the middle of our woods.”
Another? I had a moment to think. Is it talking about…
“You’d think the woods were overrun by them now,” a second wolfish voice answered, coming from my left and into view.
“Yeah, too many,” A third spoke, feeling its wet snout brush behind my neck sniffing.
My lips quivered, wanting to speak but unable to form the words that could either save my life or hasten my demise. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; three human sized wolves flocking around me with eager curiosity and anticipation, licking their maws hungrily. Then again, why couldn’t I believe; I could very well be gazing at the proof I sought; that Veronica had gone out to search for if these three ominous beasts were what I thought they were. The care for my well-being slowly floated away, an odd calm forming over me as my shocked gazing changed to stunning observation and admiration.
“Very strange of you human,” the first one said, almost seeing a wide smile over its muzzle. “You’re taking this quite well for someone who’s seen us.”
“It’s almost as if he wanted to run into us,” the second one said, tracing over my shoulders and neck with its feral eyes.
“You found us,” the third chuckled.
“I…uh…I…” was all I could mutter, the chill of the night air and the nervousness around such incredible creatures, let alone the possibility that I was going to be dinner in a minute, was an overload for me. I could barely explain myself.
The trio laughs.
“The poor human can barely talk back,”
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Speechless.”
“Perhaps he would be more comfortable talking without you three taunting and scaring him.”
A fourth voice rose from behind the trio, all three turning their heads to the source. I strained to look over their shoulders from where I still sat
frozen, making out from the shadows another wolf looking over us, only it looked like it stood on its hind paws like a person.
“Why do you always have to follow us, Nasha?” The first one snarled, displeased with the fourth wolf’s presence.
I could see movement from the new wolf, seeing its shoulders and top of the chest as it approached them. The moonlight cascaded over its side, illuminating its black and dust gray fur. It grinned, cocking her head to one side in amusement.
“Because someone has to keep an eye on you three,” it said. It’s voice; I’m just realizing now how sweet and compassionate, and feminine, it sounded as she got closer. It was also strangely familiar.
“But we can’t just let this one go now,” the second one spoke. “He’ll tell everyone about us.”
“I’m hungry,” the third one moaned, almost hearing its own stomach grumble.
“Has he done anything to harm us?” Nasha, I think they said, asked.
The trio look at each other and then nod in disagreement.
“Then you are not to harm him.”
The first one began to snarl impatiently, rising to its own hind paws as it confronted Nasha. “You are not our Alpha, Nasha. You can’t bark any orders you like.”
“Correct,” she nodded. “But Sylvia is. And it was her decree that we are not allowed to harm any human without just cause. Or would you like to explain to her why you have human guts hanging from your maw while I stand behind you?”
With that the leader of the trio’s mood changed to a obedient tone, tail hanging between its legs and ears lowered.
“Then what do you want us to do with this human then?” the second one questioned.
“You smell strange,” the third one blurted, only it spoke to me, realizing its face was right up to mine again making me cringe while baffled.
“I’ll take care of this,” Nasha answered. “Why don’t you make yourselves useful and hunt squirrels.”
The leader of the trio groaned while the second chuckled, scampering away into the open meadow. The third was still sniffing my face inquisitively until its friends began to bark, realizing he was left by himself and dashing off frantically to rejoin its group. Nasha giggled as she began to kneel beside me, watching them race off back into the woods.
“Sorry for them,” Nasha apologized. “Those three can be overly devious at times, and annoying.”
I wanted to laugh with her but I was entrapped in my perpetual shock and awe from these creatures, my voice still lost for words. I was also still confounded by the mystery of why her voice sounded so familiar. Where have I heard it before?
“You don’t need to be afraid anymore. I promise no harm will come to you as long as you do not mean any harm to us.”
I gulped, wondering what she was implying, but ultimately I shook my head to show she was right.
“Now what is a human like you doing out here this far in the woods? It’s dangerous to hiking in the middle of the night as you can tell.”
Veronica! A voice in my head shouted her name to answer Nasha’s question but I still couldn’t speak. But I don’t think that’s why I’m thinking of her now. Something else?
“Oh my; your hand.”
Nasha runs her pawed fingers gently over my bruised and battered wrist, stinging a bit from the pressure but soothed by her touch.
“How did this happen?” she asks.
I don’t do anything for a second until I lift my other hand and point back over the hill, showing her where I had come from.
“Ah! That explains why you look like you had a nasty tumble. Are your legs and feet ok to stand?”
Somehow the gears in my head start to turn normal again despite all this as I quickly see if I can move my legs. A few kicks show I’m fine and Nasha helps me to my feet, staggering a little as they had fallen asleep.
“Had one too many?” Nasha jokes and laughs.
No…it can’t be…can it?
“Veronica,” I mutter, unable to keep my thoughts in my head.
The laughter stops and as I turn to face Nasha I find her observing me dumbfounded. A short silence holds for a bit as the chirp of insects fill the void.
“How…how do you know that name?” Nasha asks, holding a forepaw under her chin.
“That’s why I’m out here,” I said, finding the courage to speak. “A friend of mine named Veronica said she had stumbled across your pack last month. She was so excited about confronting real werewolves that she was going to show me proof the next night, so that we didn’t have to doubt anymore if your kind existed or not. She disappeared since then.”
Nasha remained speechless, turning to a side as she looked to be pondering something in deep thought.
“She lived here, near the city. I’ve been worried about her. I thought maybe she had been eaten by them or gotten lost in the woods. I just wanted to know if she was ok or if I was just being paranoid.”
Another moment of silence swept between us, the soft blow of icy wind running pass the field.
“Why would you come out all this way? Does this human mean that much to you?”
I sighed, thinking foolishly of myself at how obsessed I sounded. “I wish I could say how I really felt. But I don’t even know if she sees me the same way…or if she ever could now. All that matters to me right now is that I know that she’s ok and that she’s happy.”
Nasha turns her sight to me, almost noting an unusual sadness in her feral eyes. At the same time she starts to grin, crossing her arms over her chest as she slowly walks back to me.
“What if I were to tell you that I’ve met this “Vernoica” and that she was doing well?”
“That would be comforting to know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders in awkward relief.
“Then what if I told you she was one of us now, a wolf; an animal. If what you say is true about how you truly feel, would you be comfortable then knowing your friend mingles with other wild animals, prefers a pelt of fur over flesh, hunting with her pack and howling at the moon?”
We stand face to face, gazing into each other’s eyes waiting for one another to say or do something, tensions burning around us. I finally crack a smile, unable to hide what I already discovered minutes ago.
“Don’t you think you already know the answer to that, Veronica?”
Nasha, once Veronica, smiled. “How did you know it was me?”
“Your voice,” I said. “I know we only talked on the mics once, but I couldn’t ever forget your voice.”
The two of us began to talk afterwards. I told her how I had a chance to come out to Vermont and risked searching for her, that I had come along with what would have been a group of werewolf enthusiasts. She then told me her story about how she tried to locate the pack the night she disappeared. She said they found her and the trio did the same menacing act on her before their Alpha, Sylvia, hushed them up. From there she tried to explain how she wound up becoming one of them, like it was a dream that suddenly became her reality.
“So you enjoy being a werewolf?” I asked.
“I haven’t looked back if that is what you mean,” Nasha answered.
“What about your folks?”
“I still drop in from time to time, but they wouldn’t really care if I was gone for years. I suppose that is one thing that made it a easy decision to join the pack, besides having a chance to live out the fantasy.”
“Are you allowed to go back out into the human world?”
“We can, Sylvia gave us that right. But we really consider the wild our home now and its hard to turn back on it. There’s not really much you miss about being human when you’re a wolf.”
“Not much, huh?”
I lower my head down, sulking against the tree I fell upon earlier as I contemplated what she said. Nasha extended a paw under my chin, raising my sight back to her.
“Not much…but not everything. I did miss you.”
Our heads were beginning to lean in closer, knowing what they sought to do. It didn’t matter to me that she was a wolf now, or that she was taller than me. In fact, the way she is now only held a further attraction. I broke away before our lips met, spoiling the moment only because of an uneasy question that had quelled in my stomach for too long.
“Would you feel crowded if I asked to join?”
Nasha pulled away slightly, eyes fluttering surprisingly.
I chuckled. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t ask, did you?”
Nasha grinned as she held my functioning hand, tugging as she began to walk towards where the trio dashed off to, wanting me to follow. I kept my bad hand against my chest as I stayed close beside her, anxious at what would happen next as we stepped out of the clearing and back into the forest.
The walk was short as we came upon another clearing, only very small and surrounded by trees at all sides. Only a small opening from above allowed the moon to hover us basking its glow upon the area. Nasha howled triumphantly, my skin crawling slightly from the eeriness of my situation, but awestruck by her lupine voice. We stood in place for a moment until the woods around us came alive with rustling and panting. I could see eyes peering out of the bushes and shadows, the sheen of fur and fangs, and the forms of massive wolves coming into our view. And there were many. Even the trio from before had joined them.
Out from the grove steps out a wolf, about my size, gray in fur pattern with brown markings. Spreading her arms wide, she grins widely, her green eyes sparkling like an emerald conundrum. “Welcome, human. I am Sylvia, Alpha of the pack. I sensed your coming in my mind. Nasha has spoken much of you.”
"She has now?" I say, looking to Nasha to see her turn her head bashfully, blushing myself.
“I'll skip the formalities and be brief. Your ways don't have to be our ways. Once bitten, there's no turning back. Are you sure this is what you want?”
"I thought I might have to think about this...but yes. I wanted this for a long time even if it's now that I realize it."
“Then nothing I say can help you. The road will be long and hard, but we as the pack will help you in what ways we can.”
The wolf pack slowly emerges from the woods, surrounding Nasha and I closely as Sylvia approaches me, circling behind and resting her forepaws over my shoulders. I jump at the climbing suspense growing as the pack starts to close the gap around us, for a split second regretting my decision. A soft squeeze from my hand and the look of reassurance from Nasha tore away my fears, reminding myself that this was what I wanted…and I wouldn’t be alone.
“This will hurt for only a second,” Sylvia said.
I nod and tilt my head aside, giving my neck willingly to the Alpha. I shudder from anticipation, wondering how this was going to feel, if becoming one of them was going to hurt, if I would even still be me. Nasha is in a way. Sylvia’s teeth poke at my skin as she readies, feeling her hot breath on my neck. I finally blank out my chattering mind, closing my eyes as Sylvia’s fangs dig into my neck, Nasha’s paw tightening to remind me she was still there.
Wrath was not going to believe this.
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Yes! Chapter 2 up and loaded YEE-Ah!
...o_o, I don't remember saying you needed to post it on your page only though. Did I say something weird on the email? Anyways, I will be posting these on my User page too when I can...and when Chapter 3 is ready (credit will of course go to Wrath where suppose to) :D
...o_o, I don't remember saying you needed to post it on your page only though. Did I say something weird on the email? Anyways, I will be posting these on my User page too when I can...and when Chapter 3 is ready (credit will of course go to Wrath where suppose to) :D
Well, you are one of the few and lucky individuals to recieve a comment from me.
But no, sorry if I sounded arrogant, but you are an incredible writer.
I would have to say that compared to half the stuff I've read, you have compasion in your writing, with realism and surrealism mixed incredible well. I sadly am one of the few who hates stories that focus on either sex, fetishes, and just simple straight to transformation with poorly styled writing. However, you do not have this, and that is why it is great. It's one of those stories that makes you want to be the character, and not like Twilight kind of way (I really hate it, sorry, I read it after being nagged by a friend for monthes, it was bad in a sense that it had so much potential for so many parts, and the author skipped out on it. Her writing style would have been great if it weren't for a guy meets girl and one of them turns out to be a vampire kind of story, but more for a Guy meets girl but it is somehow a story that is suppose to show a development of the human soul or culture through their relationship. Why can't people realize the best things in life are multifuncitonal.)
But no, sorry if I sounded arrogant, but you are an incredible writer.
I would have to say that compared to half the stuff I've read, you have compasion in your writing, with realism and surrealism mixed incredible well. I sadly am one of the few who hates stories that focus on either sex, fetishes, and just simple straight to transformation with poorly styled writing. However, you do not have this, and that is why it is great. It's one of those stories that makes you want to be the character, and not like Twilight kind of way (I really hate it, sorry, I read it after being nagged by a friend for monthes, it was bad in a sense that it had so much potential for so many parts, and the author skipped out on it. Her writing style would have been great if it weren't for a guy meets girl and one of them turns out to be a vampire kind of story, but more for a Guy meets girl but it is somehow a story that is suppose to show a development of the human soul or culture through their relationship. Why can't people realize the best things in life are multifuncitonal.)
ok, i so wanna be in that pack! so cool! i can easily say i am like Alan, hoping that stuff is still possible. i would just have to find a way to get back into my crowded as hell suburban area to tell my folks, which i belive would be hard seeing as i live in Jersey and we have a highway going right through our town and just the sight of me(let alone the rest of the pack, should they join in my journey) would not got easily unnoticed, and my folks would probably freak out at the sight of me and call the cops! but i am a weak and weak-minded little human with odd dreams of fantasy like this coming true, let alone my parents want me out of the house, like any teenager just turned adult( i am 18, yes).but yea, great job with the story, feel free to try to strike up a conversation sometime.
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