The house was bigger than he thought on the inside, they walked into the house and it was a large hall with a staircase leading upstairs. There was no living room or dining area in the room. The floor was clean and clear, and the sun rays peeped into the house through the large windows and gave it a beautiful view. The man who brought him to the house stood by the staircase and Fay noticed him."Where is she?" Fay asked the man.The man looked at Fay from the corner of his eyes, he did not reply to him and he just looked away. Fay did not talk anymore, he too just stood and waited, looking around. They stood there for a long while before Fay heard a feminine voice behind him."What are you doing here Phil?" The voice asked.Fay turned around quickly and what he saw made his jaw drop and his eyes pop out of their sockets. It was a woman, a tall and slender woman who looked very young. Her hair was white, a pure shade of white tied behind her. She was wearing a long flowing, white cot
SIX YEARS AGO...He was just ten when it happened, his transformation. He was a normal kid like every other kid in the neighbourhood until that night. That day, he had been playing all through the day with the other boys, running around and laughing. He was still playing when he heard the voice, it was a calm voice coming from his head. "Fay." It called out, calm and still.He turned around to see who it was, but there was no one and he continued with his play with the boys. It never came again and he forgot everything about the voice and the call until it was night and he lay there on his bed, asleep. The sky was dark and the moonlight was shining brightly down on the earth. "Fay.""Fay."He opened his eyes, it was dark and he reached for the bed lamp and turned it on. He looked towards his door and there was no one, he looked towards his window, it was locked. His little mind started to become scared, a lot of things running through it. He thought about the stories about haunted h
The boy then laughed, teasing him about believing in comics and even getting scared. He was not scared of the comical werewolf but he was scared that he was a real werewolf. The boy did not believe in werewolves but he knew he existed, Hank existed.His mother had started to suspect things when he was sixteen. He was no longer in bed during her usual dawn checkup and each time he came home, she would ask him where he had been all through the night."Taking a walk." He would always answer her.It was a bad lie and he too knew she always did not believe him but she always kept quiet. She was not the type to scold a child or pester them and neither was his father. They were great parents and he felt extremely guilty about hiding things from them, but he had to. He knew they would accept him for anything and everything he was but he would not tell them about him. They were worried about him and though they did not say it, most especially his mother, he knew she was worried about his night
**** FAY'S PARENTS POV ****His mother did not believe his story of taking a walk but she did not say anything. She did not make known her suspicion. After the little talk with him about his suspicious night absence, she returned to her room and when she got there, his father was sitting on the bed. His little glasses sat on his face as usual and his focus was on his laptop. He had it on his thighs and he was typing away. She walked to where he sat on the bed and sat there too."I am worried." She said.He kept the laptop on the bed and turned to her."About what?" He asked."Fay." She simply said."What about him?" He asked."He has been leaving the house for quite a night sometime now and I am worried." She explained."Have you asked him where he goes to?" He asked her."I have, he said he goes to take a walk but I do not believe him." She replied.He did say any other thing for a while and when he spoke up, he asked her what she wanted to do. She told him, they were going to follow
His father made his way to the door and he too, surprise-filled his eyes when he saw the boy at the door. Fay just stood there looking at them, he was so nervous that he could hear the fast beating of his heart. His parents finally made way for him to come inside and he did. They instructed him to go and freshen up. He went into his room and took a long warm bath. He finally came out of the bathroom after a long while and when he walked to his wardrobe which stood in a corner of the room, his clothes were packed into his bag and kept inside, probably waiting for him.He wore a shirt and a pair of trousers and he went outside the room and he walked to the kitchen. His parents were nowhere near the living room when he got there and when he got to the kitchen, there were leftovers in the pot and he ate them. He ate silently and his parents came out of their room when he was still eating and they sat at the dining table. He finished eating in the kitchen and washed the dishes, when he fin
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 t
The sharp wind pierced through his clothes and caught his skin when he stood at the entrance of the thick woods. He looked into it and sighed deeply, he had concluded that it will be the last time he would go looking for the wolf and after that night, he would still continue to come to the woods but not for the wolf but for his run. He closed his dark eyes and released Hank. The wolf stood at the entrance of the woods, big, black and tall. His dark eyes shone in the dark and he howled. A loud howl of frustration. Then he jumped into the woods, running. He ran fast and hard, silently hoping to see the wolf again. Even if it was the last time.When he strained his ear, he heard it. It was far off and it came in a slow and low wave. The sound of a big wolf's feet meeting the dry leaves and twigs. Hank halted immediately and looked at the direction where the wave was coming from, it was the direction where he came from the other day. Hank could feel his heart beating rapidly, what if it w
Hank ran as fast and hard as he could but the boy was a beast. The blue-eyed wolf ran with expertise and experience, fast. After a long time of chasing Jake, Hank finally stopped, shaken and tired. He had never run that way in his life. The blue-eyed wolf noticed he had stopped and he halted too, he walked back to where Hank stood."So weak." The blue-eyed wolf scoffed.Hank heard him and he growled at the wolf and the wolf growled back. Hank wanted to pounce on the wolf, to scratch and bite and give him wounds but he could not. He was too tired.They transformed back to their human forms after a while. Fay was gasping for air when he transformed, his lungs burned with fatigue and his throat felt patched, he needed water. He sat tiredly on the ground, the dry leaves and twigs made a loud noise when his butt sat on them. He looked up at the boy, Jake. He stood there, tirelessly and looking down at Fay. He still looked energetic even after that hectic run. He took his eyes off the boy a