by T. S. Ryder
Mishayev smiled and shook my hand firmly. Her hair was a mix of gray and black streaks, and I couldn’t tell whether it is white with black streaks or the other way around. She looked intimidating.
“Let’s head back to the village,” he said. “It’s gonna get dark any time now.”
There was nothing to guide us, no landmarks, no signs, not even a trail. But Grandpa and Mishayev seemed to know their way and went through the woods like expert navigators, toward what they call The Den.
When I heard the word Den, all I could think of is stone caves, like the ones I’d seen in The Jungle Book. After fifteen minutes of ambling through the woods, we reached a large fence, thick as prison bars, with two guys wearing fur coats standing guard inside. They let us in and Grandpa turned to me.
“So, first things first. Stay away from the fences, they are high voltage. We aren’t immune to electricity. Don’t go outside without talking to me first. Our Den is vast, so you won’t have to go out. There’s nothing for you outside anyway. You are safe only as long as you are inside the fenced boundary.”
“Okay.”
The trees inside the fence were sparse, taller and mostly crooked, forming a roof over the clearing. There were wooden cabins here and there, with smoke emitting from the chimneys. A large fireplace was set in what seems like a sitting area, and a few guys sitting around the fire drinking. Even here the spirit of the holidays had reached. Someone had hung up a large wreath over the opening of one of the cabins. Elsewhere I saw mistletoe bunches hanging from the branches. I spied a red Santa cap even and I could have sworn I heard someone singing carols. There was a deer suspended above the fire on a stick to cook.
There was a great hustle bustle all around, with some children running wild and playing. But my eyes were fixed on a guy walking towards us. The hairs on my arms stuck up as if I’d been electrocuted as he came closer. I looked into his eyes. There was something about them, something familiar. My soul trembled when I saw him and tears welled up in my eyes. It was as if I was getting something that I never even knew I longed for.
He was the same height as me. He was wearing a fur coat, which looked as though he made it himself. He picked up the pace when he saw me and jogged toward us. Unlike the movies, nothing dramatic happened. He looked at my grandpa with innocent eyes.
“Grandpa, I don’t really—” I began.
“Grandpa?” the guy said, a look of surprise and shock on his face. His mouth moved but no words came out, as his eyes fixed on me.
It had to be him. I knew it was him. Tears were running down my cheeks.
“Harrison?”
Chapter Eight - The Training
Harrod
In the days that followed, Harrison and Grandpa familiarized me with the area, the family history and, yes, werewolves. Harrison and I were catching up on each other’s lives. There was a slight awkwardness between us, but there was a force that drew us to each other. The brotherly bond we had, it seemed, never died or broke. Cellphones didn’t work here, but there was a landline. I talked to Siobhan almost every night. It seemed like things were going somewhere. She wanted to meet and asked me where I was, but I just told her I was visiting my Grandpa. I had never pictured myself living in a forest, but now that I was there it wasn’t not so bad. I just wished Siobhan could be there. During my second week, when we sat by the fire, my Grandpa told me that I was a late bloomer, but it was time for me to unleash the inner wolf. Somehow, in spite of everything, I didn’t really believe any of this.
“So, Harrod,” said Grandpa, as we sat by the fire and roasted the day’s game. “Are you still having those dreams?”
“It’s funny,” I said. “I almost forgot about those. I haven’t had any since coming here.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “You are where you are supposed to be.”
“Time to show him,” said Harrison.
“He needs time,” said Grandpa.
But Harrison got up, doffed his clothes and stood naked before us.
“What are you doing?” I asked. No one around the fire was surprised by him getting naked. They all acted like it was normal.
Then Harrison started jerking, bending out of shape, his limbs twisting at unnatural angles. He yowled, but ten seconds later he had transformed into a wolf. I was gobsmacked. I looked at Grandpa, at everyone around me, and no one found this weird.
“Harrison, you are freaking me out,” I said, in a panicked voice.
Grandpa patted me on the shoulder, and then he followed my brother’s lead. One by one they all shifted and I was surrounded by wolves. I looked up at the sky, at the thin moon. It was like Déjà vu, exactly like my dreams, except that the full moon was missing. Mishayev came out from behind a tree and told me that it was time to start my training.
“Everything will be easy, boy,” she said. “The only part that’s going to suck, and you know that I don’t exaggerate things, will be the first shifting.”
“As in?”
“As in, come full moon you will shift into a werewolf. None of us can keep ourselves from shifting during a full moon. Why do you think your dad comes here every full moon?”
“To hunt,” I said. “It’s just once a month, randomly. He never said anything about the full moon.”
“The full moon doesn’t follow your calendar dates. Anyway, even a person as strong as your father can’t resist it. You will be coming with him from now on.”
“Do all werewolves have to be here every full moon?”
“No, they don’t,” she replied politely. She thought for a moment. “But after what happened with Harrison and your mother, we believe it is for the best if they are.”
“What happened that night?”
“Your father used to lock himself in his study during full moons. Your mother had a spare key because she was working on renovating the study.”
“Then?”
“This one night she had forgotten something in there. She unlocked the door and there he was, shifting. Your brother was in her arms. They saw the whole thing, the complete shift from man to wolf. She lost it after that. We tried to talk some sense into her, but she was hell-bent on getting the word out. But then she lost it completely.”
“Why did you take Harrison?”
“Harrison was young. Your Grandpa believed that we could prevent serious trauma by bringing him here. Instead of traumatizing him, it would just open a door into a new dimension. I can remember the time when he came here, he was so quiet and meek. Look at him now! It’s worked out well. She-wolves throw themselves at him.”
“This is too just too much,” I said, and walked off into the woods. I found a quiet place near the fence boundary and looked outside, into the forest. It felt like I was losing my sanity, and I wished Siobhan was there. In the last two weeks, we had only been able to talk on the landline, and boring as it may sound, we had connected. Our ideas about life were similar, and although I’d never thought about marriage before, I believed that if I ever tied the knot, it would be with her. She got me. She was raised in a similar environment to me.
There was a rustle in the bushes. I turned around and saw a wolf staring at me with his bright, yellow eyes, fangs bared. I knew better than to be scared of it, but it was intimidating. It lurched forward to attack me, but shifted into Harrison.
“You scared me, man!” I panted, my heart pounding. “Why did you try to attack me?”
“I didn’t,” he said, grinning. “When shifting back, we just lurch forward like that.”
“Weird,” I said. “How did you find me?”
“I smelled you,” he said. “Your scent is new here, alien. Anybody can smell and track you anywhere on this entire mountain.”
“Right…”
“Come with me,” he said.
“Where?”
“I want to show you something.”
I followed him through the trees and the thorn bushes. There were paths inside the fence, covered with dirt and foliage. After slipping and
crawling through this mountainous terrain, we came out on a lake. It looked ominous. The water was dark and still, and the visibility lower than other areas because of a thick fog. Large rocks and boulders surrounded half of the lake.
“This is where I used to hide when I was new here,” Harrison said.
“This looks dangerous.”
“You should come here during the day,” he said. “It’s an excellent spot for basking in the sun. We all come here to relax. This is also where the Alphas used to mate.”
“Alphas?”
“Leaders of our pack.”
“You mean Grandpa comes here?”
“Grandpa isn’t the Alpha. Father was, but he never came here to mate, because mom didn’t know about any of this.”
“Who’s the Alpha now?” I asked.
“I am,” he said, grinning. “After your training is complete, you will become the new Alpha.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to—”
“You have to,” he said. “During your first fight, you will challenge me. And since I have to train you in fighting, you will sure as shit beat me.”
“I’d rather not,” I said.
“You don’t have a choice. If you don’t challenge me, they’ll think of you as a weakling. If you lose, same results. Grandpa says we have to establish authority or the wolves start acting out.”
Another wolf came out from the trees.
“Who’s this?” I asked.
“Mishayev,” Harrison said.
She lurched forward and, like Harrison, shifted into herself.
“Listen,” Harrison said to me. “Grandpa wants to train you slowly. He thinks you can’t handle it. But I know you, and I know you can. We want to speed up your training. Trust us, okay?”
“Okay,” I said.
“Now, when you shift, don’t hurt either of us. We are both stronger than you think, and we’ll strike back. We won’t hold back.”
“What?”
“Once you shift,” he said, “remember not to let the wolf take over. Think of me, mom, dad, whoever.”
Mishayev threw a small stone at me, which hit me hard.
“Hey, what was that for?”
“Shift,” she said.
“How?”
Harrison threw another, hitting me on the forehead.
“This isn’t funny, guys. Stop it.”
“Shift,” she said, kicking me off my feet.
I fell to the ground. “Okay, stop it. You’re pissing me off now.”
“Shift,” he said, striking me with a stick.
“Fucking tell me how to shift.”
“Shift,” she hit me in the head.
“Shift,” he kicked me in the stomach.
“This is infuriating,” I shouted. I got up to punch Harrison, but he dodged me easily and kicked me in the shins.
“Shift,” Mishayev shouted again, tearing my shirt off and scratching my chest.
“Fucking bitch, stop it. Fuck off, both of you. Get away.”
“Shift,” she said, throwing a fistful of sand into my face.
My eyes watered and shut reflexively. I couldn’t see anything. I was panting now. All I heard was ‘Shift,’ and then I was being hit. The word ‘shift’ span in front of my vision, ringed in my ears, bounced in the darkness of my head. “Shift! Shift! Shift!”
My heart beat faster, like in the dreams. I could sense someone shifted. They bit my wrist, and blood oozed out. Anger rose up inside me, pulsing in my brain. I clenched my fists tightly.
“Shift.”
I tried to get up, got kicked, fell.
“Shift.”
The anger took over. I thought I was having a heart attack. I started moaning, my chest tightened, my lungs didn’t have enough air.
“Shift.”
I was in pain. I shouted, screamed, whimpered, moaned, shouted again, screamed again.
“Shift.” Another blow. Fuck, these assholes needed to—
I screamed like a bitch as my arms twisted and bended backward. My mouth felt strange, swollen. I couldn’t speak. I heard them in my mind. “Shift. Shift. Shift.” My heart pounded in my ears, “Dhub, dhuk, dhub, dhuk, dhub.” I heard another heartbeat and another. What was happening?
“Shift.”
Fuck this.
I got on all fours and looked around. The sand had cleared and I could see better now, better than I could before, as though I was wearing night vision goggles. She was on the left, standing still. He was standing on the right, looking at me. I turned to him, ran on all fours, and pounced. He dodged and grabbed me by the paws. His lips moved, but I ignored him. I wanted to get back at him for hitting me. She grabbed me from the back, pulling hard on my fur, then span me around and hurtled me into the water.
I ran back, ready to attack. She grabbed me from behind again. He held my muzzle, said something. What was he saying? He held my what? Muzzle? What did he just say?
“Brother, come back. Harrod, focus. Remember. Take control.”
I stopped. He patted me, petted me like a dog. Then they shifted.
“You did well,” said Mishayev. I didn’t say thank you. I was still furious.
We jumped into the lake, swam, then they showed me around. The dawn was breaking. The stench was unbearable. Mishayev called it ‘scent’.
“You’ll get used to it,” she said.
We climbed the boulders and rested there, drying ourselves off. I thought of Siobhan. Tonight’s episode kept me from talking to her.
“We’ll continue the training tomorrow,” Harrison said.
We dried ourselves off and headed back to our cabins. I wondered what Siobhan would say about all this if she ever found out.
Once everyone was gone, I sneaked into Grandpa’s cabin.
“Grandpa,” I began. “There’s this girl I’m seeing. I don’t know what will happen if she finds out about all this.”
“Son,” he replied. “It is preferable if we choose from our own kind. But, if we don’t, it is better to tell them, if they can be trusted. Your mother couldn’t be trusted, or your father would’ve tried to convert her.”
“Convert her? Into a werewolf?”
He laughed, and I realized I sounded like a five-year-old. “Yes,” he said. “An Alpha’s bite can do that.”
We talked for a while as I learned more and more about my kind, then he went out and I returned to my cabin to sleep.
Chapter Nine - Lovesick
Siobhan
I was sick. With love. One night, that’s all it took. Perhaps it was lust, that desire for things we couldn’t have. Harrod disappeared the day after our night together. I was aching to see him again. I wanted to feel him feel me up again. I dreamed about him, about our night together. I didn’t regret waiting this long to have sex, because losing my virginity to him was worth it. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I’ll never regret it.
All that dribble aside, the love had actually made me sick. It had been two weeks since he left, and I was a mess already. I was sitting on the bed in my jammies, my hair messed up, a trash bin at my side. I had some bug and I was puking like hell as I waited for his call. I couldn’t wait anymore. I was going to tell him exactly how I feel.
Then the phone rang.
“Hey, sweetpea.”
“Hello,” I replied hoarsely.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Harry.”
“Are you okay? You don’t sound so—” Another wave of nausea hit me and I puked ruthlessly.
“Sorry, I’m sick. Anyway, when are you coming back?”
“I think it will be another week before I can come back,” he said.
“Why did you have to go all of a sudden? We should have followed up with the second date. This is torture, Harry. I need you.”
“Listen,” he said tentatively. “There’s something you need to know.”
“I’m listening,” I said.
“I can’t tell you over the phone. I…I need to show you something
. I just don’t know…it’s complicated.”
“Well, tell me where you are and I’ll come over.”
“No, you’re unwell. Go see a doctor, get well, and then we’ll talk about it.”
“Harry,” I began. I needed to tell him how I felt. I couldn’t bottle these feelings inside for long. “Don’t freak out, okay?”
“Okay, what is it?”
“I think I am in love with you.”
“That’s a relief,” he said with phew. “I thought you were gonna say, ‘I’m pregnant’.”
“Is it too soon to say it?”
“Siobhan, I think about you all the time. I believe in taking things slowly, but the way I feel for you, if it isn’t love already, I don’t know what is.”
“I just…we had such good time. And now I feel like I’m losing you already.”
“You aren’t losing me, darling. Things are just complicated. I’ll figure something out. I’ll talk to my dad. We’ll see if we can get you here.”
“Update me as soon as you can,” I told him. “By the way, they asked me today if I wanted to have another lab partner because you were on leave. I said no, but now I’m working for two. When you come back, I’ll make you work thrice as hard.”
“Baby, I’ll work on you very hard once we’re together again.”
“I love you,” I said, before the next wave of nausea hit. “I think I should sleep now.”
“No, just keep talking to me. I look forward to talking to you all day. It’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane.”
“You know, I almost feel like punishing you by not talking to you right now, just like you abandoned me.”
“I didn’t abandon you, babe. Things came up, and when you know why, you’ll understand.”
“I won’t pester you by asking you to tell me now, but it better be soon.”
“It will be, I promise.”
“I love you, Siobhan.” He finally said the magical words and butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
“I love you, too,” I said, hanging up.
The butterflies in my stomach were too strong, and their fluttering didn’t go away the next morning. I finally booked an appointment with my GP. After all the preliminaries and everything, I ended up in the GP’s room.