Surprisingly, I slept like a baby that night; for which I was grateful. I attributed it to the busy day and strenuous walk I took; added to an already exhausted body. Whatever the reason, I was glad.
I spent the day caring for the horses and daydreaming about what it would be like to meet Kenton when I was looking my best. Upon my mother’s request, I rode in the ring instead of on the trails. I didn’t mind. Admittedly, I was a bit shaken by being so close to the tree line when the wolves howled.
Think me a wimp if you want, but they don’t have wolves in Chicago and that howl was just plain scary.
Mom was a little out of sorts at dinner. It wasn’t until we’d cleaned up and Josh went to his room to play on his Xbox that she asked me to sit with her on the patio. She had something disturbing to share with me that she didn’t want Josh to hear.
Even if I was old enough to drink under the law, I never did acquire a taste for it. Mom knew this, so I was surprised when she poured two glasses of white wine and handed one to me.
When I accepted it with hesitation and a confused look, she said, “Trust me, you’ll want this. If I had something stronger, it would be in that glass. Believe me.”
I eased myself back into the patio chair and put the gold tinted liquid to my lips. I wanted to drill her on what was going on, but, by the look on her face and her behavior at dinner, I knew my wait to find out wouldn’t be long. I could see that she was working the words in her head before she spoke them, so I simply kept quiet and sipped the wine. To deal with my impatience in waiting, I focused on the sensations the foreign beverage caused in my body; from the feel of it going down my throat to the sensation of mild euphoria once it had settled.
Seeing that I’d almost finished my glass, mom actually refilled it. Now I was really curious – and worried- about what she was about to say.
“There has been a tragedy,” she began. “A young woman was found in the woods behind our house this morning. Her throat was ripped out.”
I’d noticed the police car at our house, but I thought it was a social call. The chief of police was an old childhood friend of my mother’s from when she was a ward of my great grandmother. “I saw Hap’s car here, but I thought he’d just come for coffee.”
“Not this time, honey. He’s investigating the girl’s murder.”
“Who was she? Do you know?” I asked; although, I don’t know why, since I didn’t know anyone except the Mastersons and the handsome Kenton from the night before.
“There are camping grounds attached to the reserve on the southeast side,” she explained. “She must have been hiking.” Her brows knit together. “Didn’t anyone warn her about the wolves?”
“And bears,” I reminded her. I thought for a moment. “When you say that Hap was investigating the girl’s murder, I thought it was a person who murdered her. It was really an animal attack.”
“Don’t mince words and don’t downplay the animal attack,” she said; emphasizing the words animal attack. “This is serious. I’m so sorry we moved here.”
“Why?” I asked as I took another drink of my wine. It was going down much easier now. “People were always getting killed in Chicago.”
“Not in our back yards and not by werewolves,” she said. Then, realizing what she’d blurted out, she covered her mouth with her hands.
“Werewolves?” I repeated, incredulously, as I set my glass down and moved to my mother. Kneeling before her, I said, “Mom, do you hear yourself?”
“Well, I’ve said it now and there’s no taking it back.” She heaved a sigh. “It was like this when I was growing up too. That’s why I left. What was wrong with me for not remembering? According to Hap, they’re becoming a problem,” she moaned.
I studied my mother with concern. She’d lost it. Perhaps it was the after effect of her lengthy drinking binge. I needed to find a way make her see how ridiculous her fears were. “Mom, listen to yourself. Are you serious? Hap’s just messing with you.”
“Was he messing with me about the dead girl up in the back woods?” she asked.
I looked her, steadily, in the eyes and used as calm a tone as I could muster. “I was up very early this morning and outside with the horses most of the day, yet I didn’t see an ambulance, or a hearse go up the road to fetch any dead body. What’s wrong with Hap, anyway? Has he lost his rocker?”
“Hap is a good friend. He’s telling me the truth,” she insisted. “I don’t know why I forgot about this. I should have remembered. Your father….”
At that moment, we were interrupted by a very frustrated Josh Cramby whose Xbox decided to act up right in the middle of Minecraft. I couldn’t have been happier. I wasn’t sure why my mother was bringing up my father at a time like this and I didn’t want to know. I’d listened to enough lamenting about him during her drunken state to last me a lifetime, so I eagerly offered to help my brother try to figure out what was wrong.
I left her sitting on the moonlit patio with the bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. As I followed Josh to his room, I could hear the faint howling of a wolf.
It took about an hour to help Josh figure out what was happening with his gaming device. Once I was no longer needed, I decided to go to my room, rather than rejoin my mother. I know she could have used my support, but I found her craziness overwhelming.
I stopped on the mezzanine, near the top of the stairs, and listened for her. I figured that she was still on the patio, since all was quiet. I felt a brief wave of guilt over not returning to her as I continued onto my room. I pushed it away and justified my actions by telling myself that it was almost bedtime anyway.
As I stared out of my window at the full moon, thoughts of my father flitted about in my head. I had such mixed emotions. I missed him, but I was also furious with him.
I will never forget the morning I woke up to find he’d left in the night. There was no explanation given to me or my brother from him and my mother wasn’t offering anything either. All she kept saying was that it was for the best.
For the best? For who? Why? Why was it for the best? It wasn’t as if my mother and father fought on a regular basis. They behaved like a happy couple right up until the time he left. My memories of my parents while they were together was of them laughing, hugging, and kissing. So, what happened?
Our lives totally changed that day. Mom went into a tail spin. The laughter turned into tears as she buried herself in self-pity and bourbon. The daily drinking stopped, and the laughter returned when she got the new job and we moved into great grandmother’s estate house. I had hopes of things getting better. Now, with her crazy talk of werewolves all around us… well, I just didn’t know what to think. I missed my dad and his level head. He’d know how to handle my mother.
I couldn’t sleep. My mother’s voice, insisting that we were surrounded by werewolves instead of wolves, taunted me every time I closed my eyes and started to doze. I mean… wolves I could understand. We’d moved to the country on property that bordered a nature reserve, but werewolves? Frustrated, I climbed out of bed, slipped into a lightweight robe and slippers and headed downstairs.With no close neighbors to worry about, mom rarely closed the blinds on the back door leading to the patio. The brilliance of the moon illuminated the kitchen to the point I didn’t find a need to turn on the light. Helping myself to a tall glass of milk and a few homemade peanut butter cookies, I went out onto the patio to enjoy my snack and the beautiful night sky.I must have been so lost in thought that I didn’t hear Kenton approaching. It wasn’t until he said, “Hello” that I saw
My mother’s bellowing from the bottom of the stairs for me to wake up came all too soon. As much as I would have liked to lay in bed for a while longer and fantasize that Kenton was in bed snuggling me, I had responsibilities to tend to. The horses would be expecting their morning feed and fresh water. I could be a few minutes late, but not a few hours.I dragged myself out of bed and splashed cold water on my face to help rouse my body. The minty toothpaste that I used to brush the night scum from my teeth did wonders to help me feel fresh and functional. I quickly ran a brush through my wavy locks and pulled them into a smooth pony tail. Although, I doubted that it would stay smooth for long, at least it would start out that way.“Did I hear you up in the middle of the night?” mom asked as I entered the kitchen.“I couldn’t sleep, so I had a snack,” I said, quietly.“Outside?”
The days that followed were blissfully uneventful while the nights were filled with amorous anticipation as Kenton continued to pay me his visits.Days turned into weeks as we got to know each other better. Although I was frustrated by my attraction to him that was going nowhere, I was also happy and thankful for the friendship we’d developed.My eighteenth birthday was in a few days and I really wanted to introduce Kenton to my mom and brother so that he could join in on my birthday celebration.I was usually outside on the patio for fifteen minutes or so before he’d appear. I spent that time dreaming about seeing his face over the top of the candle flames as I blew them out.“Are you sleeping?” he whispered from the shadows.I kept my eyes closed. “Just thinking.”“It must be something pretty good that you’re thinking about with a smile like that on that pretty face,” he sai
The day of the picnic came around and I was both sad and frustrated. Not only had my mother invited a few dozen people that I barely knew or didn’t know at all to it, but I hadn’t seen Kenton since the night I’d asked him to come and mom scared him away.I did my best to be pleasant and amiable to the guests as they arrived, but, let’s face it, they were my mother’s guests, not mine. To add to my angst, Michael Jefferson arrived with his two sons and his niece in tow. I was definitely not in the mood to meet and entertain people of my own age.My mother’s voice grated every nerve I possessed as she walked up to me with Michael and his offspring following like baby ducks. “Missy, honey, this is Michael Jefferson. His farm is on the other side of the reserve. I’m sure you’ve seen it while riding.” Michael vigorously shook my hand while mom continued to introduce me to the newcomers.
Cindy came around the following morning right after breakfast to take me up on my offer to go riding. She was accompanied by Wally. Since he was also an accomplished rider, I didn’t mind giving him a horse to ride. I was just glad that I had three. I don’t know how we would have managed if we were short a horse.We said very little while we rode single file along one of my favorite trails in the reserve. Since I wasn’t much of a gabber, I was fine with the silence. It wasn’t until we reached the part of the trail that allowed us to see their farm that Wally spoke.“That’s our place,” he called out as he pointed in the direction of the farmhouse.“I thought so,” I said as I stopped Roger and waited for them to position their horses next to me.“It doesn’t look lived in from here.”“You’re right,” Cindy said as she shaded her
Even though it had been almost a week since Kenton had paid me a midnight visit, I managed to move past my disappointment and enjoy my quiet time under the stars on the patio for a while each night before heading to bed.The full moon was approaching again. I’d spoken to my mother about my newfound habit and assured her that I was perfectly safe from any of her – what I considered imaginary- werewolves. It concerned me that someone as intelligent as she was could even contemplate the existence of those mythical creatures, but I let it go since she’d made no more fuss about them.I was stretched out on a lounger with my eyes closed, remembering my younger years of star gazing with my father, when a soft, masculine voice said, “You look deep in thought.” I recognized it immediately as Kenton’s voice.Scowling, I opened one eye. “So, you decided to grace me with your presence?”True to h
Silent tears of rage, disappointment, and frustration flowed freely as I slipped through the patio door into the kitchen. I was half way up the stairs when I met Josh coming down for a middle of the night snack.As I quickly wiped away the tears, I realized that Kenton was right. Had we stayed as we were much longer, we would have been caught. Even so, that still didn’t excuse him for the callous and abrupt way he left me standing on the patio.My brother pressed his body against the wall to make room for me to pass. As I did, he sniffed the air while rubbing his eye with his fist and said, “You smell funny.”“Nice,” I grumbled as I hurried past him. “Real nice.”“I’m serious. What did you eat? Whatever it was, stay away from it. You stink like… I don’t know… a dirty animal.”I could feel the stickiness of my virgin blood as it
Wally and Josh were nowhere to be found when we returned from our ride. Cindy acted undisturbed by their absence. She spent the time waiting for her cousin grooming the horses and helping me clean out stalls. It was refreshing to see how much she enjoyed the actual labor involved in tending to the animals. I was beginning to think that I was an odd soul since I actually found mucking out stalls and dragging bales of hay about the stable both pleasurable and rewarding.We put the horses out to pasture and giggled about their antics as they rolled in the dirt and undid our beautiful grooming jobs, raced each other, and even had an occasional disagreement that involved kicking and nipping. We were marveling over their distinct personalities while we compared them to humans when Josh and Wally joined us. To my discomfort, Ethan accompanied them.It was at that point that I noticed a change in the behavior of the horses. Where they&