Rain fell from the heavens in a dense grey blanket, hitting the ground like a scattering of pebbles. I didn’t care that I left my party early. I wasn’t interested in plastering a fake smile on my face and saying my goodbyes. I couldn’t stomach it. All the patronizing comments, like ‘Aww . . . never mind, Caleb, you’ll find her soon’. And the comforting words that my father would say ‘Patience, son, these things take time. You’re still young’.
It was easy for them to say. They had found their mates. Being the youngest out of my friends had its disadvantages, making me the only singleton.
I could imagine their words of pity. ‘Poor Caleb, next in line to be Alpha, and with no Luna, too.’
How humiliating?
I shed my Tux and made for the treeline. It took seconds to rip through my shift. This was my escape from all the meaningless pleasantries that were expected from me. Disappointment flooded my gut as my pride had taken a blow. I had my heart set on tonight, ever since I could remember. All those years of getting my hopes up . . . and for what?
Such a let-down.
Running through the forest during a rainstorm allowed me to clear my head. Scents held potency. Sounds amplified. My sight cut through the darkness like spotlights. The strong earthy aroma of the trees and damp loam brought me a little comfort. I had never felt more at home than I did in this form. This was a small taste of freedom. It liberated me from the woes of man, embracing my animal side to escape my torment.
Werewolves could only mind link members of their native pack, but they could only do it when in their wolf form. The pack soldiers that patrolled the forest knew to maintain their distance whenever I needed space. I could feel them close by, but none reached out to me through the pack link. That was fine by me. I didn’t much care for their company tonight, anyway.
The pattering raindrops on the canopy of trees calmed me down, like nature’s own therapy. I felt the tension ebb away, allowing me to relax and to think things over.
I slumped down on the ground, contemplating whether to stay out here all night or go home and face the music. My pride got the better of me, and I punished myself instead.
‘Happy birthday, Caleb,’ I thought, feeling more and more despondent.
My ears picked up on the faintest echo among the heavy rainfall. I lay listening to it for a few moments, unsure what it was. I sensed panic and confusion amongst the soldiers. Whatever it was, it had them all on edge. The sound troubled me. I couldn’t seem to block it out despite the rain.
There was only one thing for it. I would have to investigate the incessant noise myself, curious to know what was causing the disturbance. I didn’t have to travel far when I smelled strawberries and shortbread.
That’s weird; there isn’t a dwelling around here for miles.
The weeping grew louder the closer I got, as did the sweet scent. I dipped my head low, unable to rationalize what I was seeing. It was a human girl. A kindergartener. No doubt lost in the forest. She sobbed, rubbing her eyes on the sleeve of her bright red jacket.
So, this was what all the fuss was about.
The surrounding ferns rustled as each of the pack soldiers backed away, allowing me to handle the situation myself.
The little lady sniffed, then cleared her vision with her tiny pale fist. She was carrying a toy wicker basket that contained food.
What on earth is she doing out here?
Her sobs came out in short, sharp blasts as she stared at me in bewilderment.
Why was she still standing there? Didn’t she realize what I was? Wasn’t she afraid of me?
She reached into the basket and pulled out a round shortbread biscuit, then offered it to me.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, stepping a little closer.
I couldn’t believe this. Her ladybird wellington boots stopped a mere step away, and she pushed the treat beneath my snout. I didn’t want to frighten her—she intrigued me.
Taking great care not to nip her fingers, I took food from her hand, chewing it, then swallowed, licking my muzzle clean. She let out a sharp breath as she smiled. My cooperation gave her the confidence to do what she did next.
She reached out and buried her fingers into my wet fur. The moment her skin came into contact with me, I felt our connection. Her touch struck a chord in my soul. I had discovered her. My soulmate. I was so happy; my heart sang with euphoria.
What is she doing out here, all on her own in the forest? Where the hell are her parents? Shouldn't they be looking for her?
It was my responsibility to bring her home safe and sound. The urge to protect her rose above and beyond all else.
“Hello, what’s your name?” she giggled in her sweet, childish voice.
She had a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with a sweetness of the purest kind. She smiled, showcasing a mouthful of milky white teeth. Her blonde curls remained dry beneath the hood of her coat.
“My name is Ruby Knight and I’m six. I wish you could talk,” she spoke with a sigh. “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, but you’re just a friendly dog so that doesn’t count,” she continued to chatter.
Her comments amused me. My tongue lolled out as I panted, mimicking my laughter. She was such a sweetheart. I wonder what had made her want to roam the forest during a storm.
“I’ve always wanted a dog, but my mom said we can’t because nobody is home all day and it wouldn’t be fair,” she chatted, stroking her hand through my fur.
She leaned toward me. “If I tell you a secret, you’ve got to promise not to mention it to anyone because then I’ll get into trouble.”
“I smashed my parent’s wedding photo. I just wanted to look at it, but I’m not supposed to climb on the cabinet. Dad lives in heaven now, and I miss him so much. Sometimes Mom gets sad. She’ll be mad at me for sure. So, I ran away.” Her sweet voice became a strained whisper.
My heart broke for her. She ran away from home because she was afraid of getting into trouble. All she wanted was to remember her father’s face.
Poor kid.
There was no way that I could shift back without scarring her for life. It would be traumatic enough without seeing my naked butt thrown into the mix. She thought I was a stray dog, so that is what I shall be.
I nudged her hand, forcing her to stroke my head. It made her giggle.
“Do you think she’ll be mad?” she asked, her eyes glistening with tears.
I gave a huff, jerking my head from side-to-side as a sign for ‘no’.
“Are you sure?” she whimpered.
I licked the side of her face, keeping in-line with the dog act.
“Eww!” She flinched back, giggling.
“You’re right, I better go home. I’m tired and I have school tomorrow,” she mumbled, scratching behind my ear.
Ruby and I strolled side-by-side as I led her back through the forest. I couldn’t believe how far she had wandered all on her own. Anything could have happened. It was a good thing it didn’t. At least I knew who she was. Sure, there was a significant age gap, but I didn’t mind waiting. It would be worth it.
We reached the edge of the forest, stepping out of the trees onto a dirt track that led up to an old farmhouse. I knew that place. It hadn’t been lived in for years. Yet there it was, with the lights on in the windows and smoke billowing out through the chimney. Someone had moved in since the last time I passed by this way.
“Well, this is my house. You’re welcome to sleep in the barn?” Ruby offered.
She placed a hand on my back, guiding me toward the barn. I wasn’t ready to receive one of my mother’s lectures. I could sympathize with Ruby. We were both likely to be in a whole heap of trouble for our foolish behavior.
I was happy to hide out here for the night, but I knew my mom would hunt me down like a bloodhound. At least I could go back and tell her I had met my mate. I just wasn’t sure how I was going to explain that she was only six years old.
Ruby opened the creaky door, and I loped inside. Ruby shielded her face as I shook my fur, ridding it of the rain.
“Eww!” she squealed.
I planned to wait out the rain, then leave at first light. Now that I knew Ruby was home, I could rest easy. I just hoped that she got no more crazy ideas about running away.
My way of saying ‘Goodbye, I will see you again one day’ was to swipe my tongue across her cheek.
She wiped it off with the back of her hand. “You’ll be here tomorrow when I get home from school, right?” she asked, her blue eyes shone with hope. “You’re the only friend I have. I’m going to think of a name for you.”
A guilty feeling coiled around my heart and squeezed it tight. I couldn’t go through with this, could I? This was bad. It felt deceitful.
She flung her arms around my neck, burying her face into my fur. As soon as she spoke her next words, it changed everything.
“Can I keep you?” Her voice came out like a fragile whisper.
I stilled, feeling the moral conflict flood my heart and my mind. The right thing to do was to stay away from her and to let her grow up in a carefree way.
But I knew I wouldn’t be able to.
Not if she needed me.
CalebRuby scurried back to the house, and I followed a few minutes later. I recognized the patrol cars that were parked outside, so I stayed hidden among the bushes beneath the sitting-room window.“No, ma’am. I know it’s hard, but I need you to remain calm. Kids do this a lot, and there’s every chance she hasn’t gone far. Can you give me a description of your daughter?” the officer instructed.She was a pack soldier, whom to any human resident, looked like a law enforcement officer. Ruby and her mother were not the only humans here in Lakewood. There were around half a dozen, but most were elderly and had lived here for decades. This also meant that Ruby would be the only human child at her school. As far as I knew, we rarely advertised our rental properties beyond pack boundaries. So maybe this was fate’s way of crossing our paths.“Yes, officer. Here’s a recent photo of he
Ruby “Okay, fingers on lips, guys.” Our school teacher, Miss Wilson, silenced the class with a shush. I liked Miss Wilson. She was nice. She wasn’t old like my last teacher, who always smelled like toilet freshener. Miss Wilson was young and had a pretty smile. She had blonde curly hair that reminded me of spaghetti. I sat at the table with three other children, picking the PVA glue and glitter from my fingers like a sparkly layer of skin. “Does anyone need to take a bathroom break?” Miss Wilson asked, her eyes scanning the classroom for a show of raised hands. “Okay, kids, put on your coats, then go line up at the door.” Miss Wilson instructed, wincing at the sound of scraping chairs. We all hurried with enthusiasm towards the named coat pegs. I stuffed my arms through the sleeves of my red jacket, then dashed towards the exit. Once the entire class was ready and lined up, Miss Wilson opened the door for a tw
CalebWalking back from Ruby’s house gave me plenty of time to think. It was going to be hard not to get involved with her business, but the kids at school had to learn to lay off her. After all, she would become their Luna one day.I hated bullies. Just because she wasn’t a wolf, it didn’t give them the right to alienate her at school. I intended to contact the principal the second I got home, but my mother greeted me with a frosty reception as soon as I walked through the door.“Caleb, back in time for dinner? Don’t tell me there’s trouble in paradise already?” Mom teased in a mocking tone.She stood at the top of the stairs, wearing a black Chanel dress with a white lace collar. The finely stitched ma
The next day...Ruby“Good morning, class,” Miss Wilson welcomed the class in her usual bright and cheerful mood.“Good morning, Miss Wilson, good morning everyone,” the entire class chimed together in the same sing-song way.As soon as I hung up my coat on my named peg, I heard. “Ruby, come and sit with me! No, Ruby, come sit at our table with us.” I felt myself being tugged in two different directions.“That’s enough, children. You’re all to remain in your assigned seats,” Miss Wilson said, putting an end to the chaos that erupted in the classroom.Then came a mixture of disappointed grumbles from the kids who hadn’t got to sit with me.
CalebThe months soon flew by. I spent most of my days working at my dad’s company, and most of my nights at Ruby’s residence. Her mom, Jennifer, had prepared a bed for me in the hall. So, I crashed there instead of sleeping at home. I got used to playing the part of a family pet. If I’m honest, I preferred the home-made dog bed more than my actual bed.I’ve received far better treatment as an animal in Ruby’s household than I ever did as a person at home. I had been avoiding my mother like the plague. Dad had taken the news about Ruby well, but Mom hadn’t.Dad respected the mate bond, which was why he’d put up with all of Mom’s crap over the years. She accused me of some disgusting things regarding my contact with Ruby.It didn’t
Caleb“Ew, Mom, I’m too old for Disney Princesses,” Ruby complained.She held the birthday card up that had every princess bunched together in a cheesy group pose. Ruby scrunched her nose, eyeing it with distaste. It wasn't like her to act bratty. Her sudden change in attitude made me sit up straight.Jen set down the basket of laundry that she was carrying, then put a hand on her hip.“Jeez, did you go to bed a cute twelve-year-old, only to wake up a stroppy teenager?” Jen retorted.I couldn't have said it better, Jen.Ruby rolled her eyes. “Ugh! I swear Grandma still thinks I’m like, five-years-old or something. I mean, who sends a thirteen-
RubyThat’s all my homework rushed. I don’t even care if it’s completed correctly. I mean, what kind of teacher gives you homework, knowing it’s your birthday?It’s like they don’t think we all have a social life after school. What good is history anyway? It all happened in the past. Time to forget about it and move on.“Bye, Mom! I’m going now.” I yelled through the house as I was leaving.I wanted to fly out of the door before she checked inside my school bag.“Come on, Storm. You want to come with me?” I slapped my palm against my thigh to beckon my dog to follow me.He was pretty good at understanding me.
Ruby It had been a month since I found out about Mom. Since then, she has had a double mastectomy. It meant both of her breasts had to be removed. Mom’s boss, Mr. Grant junior, heard about her having cancer. He sent Mom to the private hospital here in Lakewood, so she could have her operation straight away. He even paid for her to have reconstructive surgery. Mom was pretty sure that there wasn’t a health care policy when she signed her contract, but her boss insisted that the company would take care of all the medical bills. Mom made a friend while she was in the hospice. His name was Aiden, and he was the doctor Mr. Grant had flown in to help Mom. They’ve been talking on the phone a lot and I overheard mom inviting him to come with us to Washington.