Sebastian
I am standing at the end of an aisle, outside in my mother’s garden behind our house, waiting for the most wonderful woman in the world to walk down and stand beside me so that the preacher before us can pronounce us man and wife. All of our friends and family are also here, including the remaining members of Vargas Pack. There are rows and rows of white folding chairs covering the velvety green lawn. The sky is crystal blue, white puffy clouds roll by high above us, and I can’t imagine how my life could be any more perfect than it is at this moment.
My father retired from being the pack Alpha a few months ago. He said he hoped it wouldn’t interfere with the wedding plans, but it was time. Mom had this river cruise she wanted to go on in Europe, and it was getting ready to set sail. He said he’d neglected her wishes for far t
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My boots slide slightly in the melting snow as I hurry down the sidewalk toward home. It is a cold evening, and the sun is going down, which means this slush will be frozen again soon. Then, it will be ice, which is dangerous to humans, but not to me. Still, the people around me are hunkered down, pulling their coats tight around their shoulders, their heads tipped against the wind. Most of them have gloves, scarves, and stocking caps on their heads. It is cold in this northern city, one I am not used to yet. I would like to go home, to my family’s estate in the south, where it is usually sunny and warm. This is not because it is cold here; I do not feel the bite of the wind or
As soon as I walk into the apartment, my parents clamp up. Our walls are so thin, I heard them talking while I was approaching in the hallway, but I couldn’t make out much of what they were saying, only that my mom was saying she didn’t want to do something, and my father was insisting it was the only way. I was glad when they shifted their conversation as I walked in because whatever it was that had them arguing, I didn’t want to know about it. My parents have always sheltered me from their problems, especially when my father was the Alpha and had so many important matters to attend to. I imagined that someday he would fill me in on the important aspects of leading
I’ve decided to try to get a job during the break between semesters. It’s the holiday season, so a lot of people are hiring extra help in the big shops downtown. I’ll have to take the bus to get there, or the underground train, so I’ll have to factor in how much it will cost for me to get there and home into my earnings, but I think I can still make enough money to help contribute to the family income. My mom is cleaning more these days, getting other people’s homes ready for holiday parties, and Dad has gotten a few odd jobs helping move large items up flights of stairs, like Christmas trees and larger dining tables people will need in order to have thei
Later that night, lying on my mattress. I can see the moon rising out the window. It’s odd. You’d think my view would be blocked. I am surrounded by large buildings and living in a damp basement, yet, when I hold my head just right, I can see it up there. Bright, silver, full, it calls to me. I need to get out of this place. I need to feel the moonbeams on my fur. I need to breath in fresh forest air and feel the ground beneath my paws. I need… to run.
I have fallen asleep with the blanket over my head, as if that would somehow prevent the wolf from recognizing me, even though he has clearly followed my scent to my home. I am fearful for my parents when I wake up and pull the blanket down off of my face. What if that wolf is from an enemy pack and he comes back here to hurt my parents? What if he brings his friends?I kn
I don’t want to cry in front of Grip--that’s his name, I found out when we got to the car and the driver greeted him, and me. I sit staring out the window as the city slowly crawls by. We are going so slowly, I think I could just get out and run away, and they would never find me, especially not here, in this mass of people crowding the sidewalks and walking shoulder to shoulder.
I do my best to stop my tears as I move to my new bed and start to put on my new uniform. I haven’t checked to see if the door is locked, but the hallway outside is so narrow, footsteps echo down it, as I have learned when Elvira left, so I know that I should have fair warning if anyone is coming in.As I pull on the short black dress, I look around the room. It does
“Aaarriiaa!” Mim sank from inside of the library. The first two times she sings my name, it sounds like someone excited to see an old friend. The third time, it is in full operatic style, starting low in her belly and rising up to end on a high note with lots of vibrato. I am in the room by the time she finishes, staring at her, not sure what to think. She begins to giggle uncontrollably as soon as she finishes. This is not a deep belly laugh, like most people emit when they are highly amused. This is a series of chirps like a bird, sitting on a branch on the first day of spring, letting the world know it is full of joy that winter has passed.