Chapter 5

  When he woke up the next day, his parent's awkward and uncomfortable behaviour did not bother him anymore, what he wanted was to be with him.

The black big wolf. He wanted to be with him and ask him questions, to ask if he was real, to ask if any of what was happening was real. He had a thousand and one questions to ask but for now, he had to wait. Wait for the dark clouds to come, wait for the full moon to shine its brightness down the earth, wait for the night to be dead and hope he would come again.

He went to his mother's little stall in the market when he was done with his house chores, to pass the time. She did not look good. She looked weak, tired and afraid. Afraid of him and he knew it. Sales were made and by the time they got home, it was evening.

  The sun was setting and it already had an orange colour, giving the earth habitants a beautiful view to look at. His mother went into the kitchen as soon as they arrived and he went to his room, he did not have anything to do there but he did not want to make the woman uncomfortable. He opened the door of his room and stepped inside, he went to the bed and sat on it looking outside through the open window of his room. He wanted the night to come quickly, he wanted to run through the woods, he wanted to see him again. He stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom, he freshened up and when he came down, dinner was ready. They ate together, he and his parents. But in silence.

There were no little talks, no laughing and joking like the happy family they used to be. It was awkward and he hated himself.

He returned to bed when he was done with the chores. He lay on the bed, face up, wearing black shorts and a small grey tee shirt, the black duvet covered his body. His eyes dark eyes blended were open, blending with the darkness that surrounded him. He was not sleeping, he was awake, waiting for the full moon. It came. Just when his eyes were heavy and about to surrender to sleep, the full moon came. He jumped out of bed and wore the trouser he kept on the bed, the little grey tee shirt would do. Already dressed, he rushed out of the house. The night felt chilly and his little tee shirt could not protect him against the sharpness of the rushing wind.

He got to the entrance of the woods and stood there for a long time, doubtful. He was beginning to get doubtful about what he saw the other day, he wondered if the wolf was indeed real or if was it just a picture of his imagination. He wondered if he will come running, he wanted him to. With his heart sceptical, he went on all fours letting Hank take over. The wolf did. Big and black, the wolf stood on his hind legs at the entrance of the woods. He cried out a loud howl and started running.

He ran through the woods, fast and hard. The harsh and sharp wind pierced through his face and dark eyes. He loved to run, the rush, the air, the adrenaline rush. He closed his eyes and kept running, he could do that. He did not know how it was possible but he could and he did not think about it, maybe it was part of being a wolf.

  When he opened his eyes, he halted. He was at the same spot where they met. He looked around, he could see nothing but trees. He strained his ear, maybe he would be able to hear his approaching footsteps. He got nothing, just the sound of the hard rushing of the wind. He started walking, walking in the direction where he had come the other day. He walked for a long time and saw nobody, no wolf. He decided to sit and wait, maybe he would come by, maybe he had places to be before coming to the woods, maybe he would come.  Hank transformed again and Fay found a nearby tree stump and sat on it, he would wait for him. Even if it took all night, he would.

He waited, all night. He sat on the tree stump and waited for the black big wolf all night. When it was dawn, he stood up from the tree stump and headed home, disappointed. He began to doubt the existence of the wolf, he began to wonder if it was just an imagination. It was not, surely it was not. He saw him that day, he saw those blue eyes and he could feel the life in them. He walked back to the house and when he got into his room, he lay on the bed. He could not sleep but he just laid there, he needed to get some sleep and rest. He would not stop, he would keep going there, he knew the wolf existed and he would keep going there till he meet him again.

He slept off at last and when he finally woke up, it was late. The sun was up and shining bright on the earth, it was hot. He went over his daily routine of going to his mother's stall in the market, they were still acting awkward. He came back with her in the evening as usual and when he freshened up, they ate dinner and he went back to his room. His curiosity had subsided. He wasn't as eager to meet the black wolf-like he was yesterday but he would go running again. Maybe, just maybe, the wolf might show up. He sat on the bed, his face to the open window and as soon as he saw the full moon, he sprang up and grabbed a pair of trousers and a shirt and he headed out.

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