Lone Wolf

them.

At first I was able to follow. But it was night, pitch-black, and as soon as we reached a thickly wooded area I lost them; my eyes were no match for theirs. On the way back to the clearing, I smacked my head on a low-lying branch and was knocked out cold.

When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky and the young female wolf was licking the cut on my head. (Of all the injuries I had in those years, not a single one became infected. If I’d been able to bottle the medicinal properties of wolf saliva, I’d be a rich man.) I sat up gingerly, temples throbbing, and watched the wolf pick up a haunch from a deer, hoof still attached. She rolled it around in the dirt a bit, batting it with her paws, and then dropped it on my leg.

I would come to learn that an alpha female can read every single bit of food you put into your body. Make a choice that’s going to keep you strong and fit for the pack and you will pass muster; make a choice that’s the equivalent of chocolate cake in the human world and you’ll wind up urinating in streams to disguise your scent, or else suffer the consequences. There are nutritional foods, eaten daily to foster strength and health. Social foods help reinforce pack roles-when six wolves are feeding on a single carcass, the alpha will go to the internal organs, the beta will get the muscle-packed rump and thigh meat, and the omega gets the intestinal contents and nonmovement meat, like the neck, spine, and rib cage. The tester wolf will get about 75 percent nonmovement meat and 25 percent vegetable matter; the numbers wolf will get 50 percent nonmovement meat and 50 percent stomach contents; the lookout will have 75 percent stomach contents and 25 percent nonmovement meat. If you go for a portion that’s not yours, even by accident, you’ll find yourself flat on your back. Emotional foods like milk or stomach contents take a wolf back to a time in its life when it was placid and accepting of anything given by its mother; feed the same foods to older wolves and they’ll mellow out. At first I didn’t know if the young female wolf was testing me, if she wanted to see whether I’d try to take her food away. But she picked it up and dropped it again. So I lifted the deer leg to my mouth and started to eat.

How did the raw meat taste?

Like the finest filet.

It had been months since I’d eaten anything more substantial than rabbit and squirrel. I had been brought this food by a wild wolf, which may not have wanted me to go hunting but still wanted me well fed, like any other member of the pack.

As I tore at the meat with my teeth, the wolf watched me calmly.

From then on, every time the pack went hunting, they brought me back food. Sometimes it was rolled in droppings or urinated upon. After a hunt, they’d stay in my company or let me follow them; then suddenly they would leave me. Sometimes I would howl, and if they were within hearing range, they’d answer. On their way back, they would howl to me. Without fail, that sound would bring me to my knees. It felt like the phone call you receive when someone you love has been out driving on a sheet of ice: I’m back, I’m safe, I’m yours again.

It made me realize that I had a new family.

GEORGIE

I knew that my son was gay before he did. There was a gentleness to him, an ability to see the world for its pieces instead of its whole, that made him different from the other boys in his nursery school class. When they picked up a stick, it was a gun or a whip. When Edward picked up a stick, it was a spoon to bake mud cookies, a magic wand. At playdates when he and a friend dressed up, Edward was never the knight but rather the princess. When I wanted to know if an outfit made me look fat, I never turned to Cara for frank advice but instead, to Edward.

You’d think that someone like Luke-someone virile enough to literally tear a carcass to shreds with his teeth when wolves were on either side of him-might have a problem with a gay son, but that’s not something I ever anticipated. He was a firm believer that nothing trumped family. Just like wolves could maintain individuality within the pack and not have to prove themselves on a daily basis, to Luke, if you were family, you were respected for your differences, and your role was secure. He’d even told me once of same-sex wolves mounting each other during mating season, something that had more to do with dominance and subordinance than with sexuality. Which is why I was so shocked when Edward came out to Luke, and Luke said…

Well. The truth is, I have no idea what Luke said.

All I know is that Edward went up to Redmond’s to talk to his father, and when he came home, he wouldn’t speak to me or Cara or anyone else. When I asked Luke what had happened, his face turned red. “A mistake,” he said.

Two days later, Edward was gone.

No matter how often I asked him over the next six years, he would never tell me what his father had said that was so offensive. And in the way that imagination sometimes works, what I didn’t know turned out to be more devastating than what I did. I would lie in bed imagining the foulest remarks Luke might have made, the demeaning expressions, the reactionary response. There was Edward offering his heart on a silver platter. But what was the reply? Did Luke tell Edward he could change, if he really wanted to? Did he say that he’d always known there was something wrong with his son? Because I didn’t know the truth, and neither party would tell me what had happened, I pictured the worst.

You do not know what failure feels like until your eighteen-year-old son quits your family. That’s the way I’ve always thought of it, because Edward was too smart to hop on a bus to Boston or even California. Instead, he took his passport from the filing cabinet in Luke’s office, and with the money he’d reaped from tutoring over the summers (money he was going to put toward college), he bought a plane ticket to a place he knew we couldn’t easily follow. Edward had always been impulsive-right back to when he was in nursery school and threw a jar of paint at a boy who’d been making fun of his artwork; or later, yelling at an unfair teacher without thinking through the consequences. But this was behavior I just couldn’t understand. The farthest Edward had ever traveled alone was to a mock trial conference in Washington, DC; what could he possibly know about foreign countries and finding housing and making his own way in the world? I tried involving the police, but at eighteen, he was legally an adult. I tried calling Edward’s cell phone, but the number had been disconnected. At home, I would wake up in the middle of the night and for two glorious seconds forget that my son was gone. And then, when the truth crept under the covers, clinging to me like a jealous lover, I would start sobbing.

One night I drove to Redmond’s, leaving Cara alone and asleep in an empty house-more evidence of my bad parenting. Luke wasn’t in the trailer, but his research assistant was. A college girl named Wren who had a giant wolf tattoo on her right shoulder blade, she split the time with Walter to make sure someone could be present overnight with the animals when Luke wasn’t living with one of his packs-which was most of the time, these days. Wren was wrapped in a blanket and half asleep when I knocked. She looked terrified to see me-not surprising, since I was wild and furious-and pointed me toward the enclosures. This being nighttime, Luke was wide awake in the company of his wolf family, wrestling with a big gray wolf when I came to stand like an apparition against the fence. It was enough to make him do something he never did: break character, and be human. “Georgie?” he said, guarded. “What’s wrong?”

I almost laughed at that; what wasn’t wrong? Luke’s way of dealing with his son’s absence had been to gather his family closer-not Cara and me but his brotherhood of wolves. He hadn’t been home long enough to see me set a place at the table for Edward and burst into tears; he didn’t sit on his son’s bed and hold the pillow, which still smelled like Edward. “I need to know what you said to him, Luke,” I replied. “I need to know why he left.”

Luke came through the double gates of the pen until he was standing, like me, on the outside.

“I didn’t say anything.”

I just stared at him in disbelief. “Do you actually think less of your son because he’s gay? Because he doesn’t care about wild animals or like being outside all the time? Because he didn’t turn out like you?”

Anger flashed across Luke’s face, quickly held in check. “You really think that’s what I’m like?”