The wolf looks up and sniffs the air, then looks to me quizzically again with his head tilted to one side. I quickly hang up after he’s said goodbye.
“What? Never tried to get someone off the phone quick before?..... What no answer?” I start to get up slowly. He makes no attempt to move. I take a step closer to him. One more. I’m not sure where my bravery is coming from. Then I’m standing in front of him.
“What do you want huh? Why are you here? You Hungry?”
I stand waiting for an answer, as if he will actually reply to me. He inches forward while still laying down on the ground. He stops when his nose is resting on top of my boots. Then I do the most stupid thing I have ever done in my life and I reach out my hand to him. He lifts his head slowly and I place my hand on top of his head right between his ears. It’s feels like electricity is shooting up my arm but I can’t take my hand back. The beast pushes his head against my hand as if he was worried I was about to take my hand away and he didn’t want me too.
“You like that?” I smile and move my hand to stroke behind his ear and the side of his face. His fur is so thick, soft and glossy. It feels like it’s been washed in the best shampoo in the world. I don’t know how long we stand like that; but suddenly he starts to sniff the air again, gives a little growl, although somehow I know it’s not at me. He looks me in the eyes one last time and turns and walks back into the forest. I stand there still mesmerised by what I actually just did.
“Alex, what you doing out there?” Aunts Sara asks me snapping me out of my trance. Oh....that’s why he left.
“Nothing, just thought I saw something.” I turned around and returned to the house. As I was closing the door I heard a wolf howl, I knew it was my wolf.
My wolf.
I liked the sound of that.
Chapter Five
Mis-understandings
Aunt Sara holds up a pink hoodie, we have been shopping for a while now and probably have enough warmer clothes now to last through the winter, but she seems to be having a great time. I haven’t seen her smile so much in a while so I don’t really want to tell her I’m ready to leave.
“Hey Alex, what about this one?”
“I think I have enough now but it is cute. You wanna maybe get something to eat?” At the same time my stomach decides to join our conversation, making us both laugh.
“Yeah, we can just pay for these then head to the food court.”
We grab a table after getting our pizza, it’s quite a large mall. It took us about forty minutes to drive here, but I did manage to get everything I needed. There were a few different options of what to eat but as usual pizza was calling me. I'm sure one day I will regret eating so much of my favourite food. Our table has already been cleaned off but today’s newspaper has been left behind with the front page showing. ‘Body Found’ is printed in large letters; Aunt Sara starts to read it.
“What’s happened?” I ask her as she begins to read the story and gives me the basics.
“A body of a young woman has been found up the mountain. They think she was hiking and must have been attacked by an animal. Apparently it wasn’t a pretty sight when she was found. Covered in claw marks. Probably bears or wolves.” Wolves?
“I thought you said that the wolves are harmless and they don’t attack?” I’m suddenly thinking back to last night. That could have been me. What was I thinking. I’m starting to panic just thinking about it.
“Well they don’t usually, but you said you’ve heard growling closer to town, they don’t usually do that either. Maybe something has disturbed them, they are wild animals after all.”
We make light conversation while we eat and when we are almost done tingles suddenly shoot up my spine and makes my head a little fuzzy, and my stomach has a strange feeling too. I look up from eating my fries and I notice that Logan is stood on the other side of the food court. Watching me. It sounds creepy, but I don’t find it creepy, a little annoying but not creepy. Aunt Sara notices that I’m staring at something and follows my eye line.
“Someone you know from school? He looks nice.”
Logan raises his one eye brow and smirks as if he heard exactly what my aunt just said.
“He is from school, but he’s not nice. He’s a jerk.”
Logan looks down at his shoes and starts to walk away. I feel a little guilty for saying that about him, but I don’t really have any reason to think otherwise. Apart from our very first meeting he’s not said a single nice thing to me and constantly glares at me.
“Uh huh, well I just need to go and get a few art supplies. You be ok on your own for a while? I’ll be about an hour in the art store and you’ll just be bored. I’ll call you when I’m done?”
“Yeah that’s fine no worries. I might just go to the book store.” At that aunt Sara wanders off and I’m left finishing the last of my milkshake.
I hear a chair pull out
