I heard that in 1853, my great grandmother lived in the outskirts of London in 1853. I was so excited till my mother told me about her past. In that small village, there was a rumor about something that happened a 100 years earlier.

It was about a boy raised by wolves that lived in the area. My mother said that my grandmother's brother and his wife were pregnant and his wife, Sally, was going to give birth soon so my great uncle, Brian, went to go look for help. He rode on horseback to the nearest home and told them about his wife but a blizzard came and they had to wait it out.

Brian had frozen to death when he tried to go out and was found the next day by the elderly couple. The man and woman rushed to try to save the child, but Sally had been killed by wolves. It seemed she had given birth before she pasted child's body was never found.

A few years after that, a farmer came across a pack of wolves eating his livestock. He saw a boy among the wild animals. He looked at him, his deep emerald eyes were filled with fiery. He called the officials but once they came, all of the wolves where gone. People say that a mother wolf took pity on the newborn child and took it with her, raising it as her own.

Another few years past and he was now a teenager, about 16. A hunter caught the young boy flirting with a she wolf and when he spotted him, growled at him like the wolf he had been raised to be. The she wolf ran away as the boy attacked. The hunter, instead of shooting him with his gun, picked the boy up and walked into the village.

Everyone in the town was shocked when they saw the boy. They all knew the story but thought it was nothing more than a myth but here he is, paraded around the town like a trophy. The poor boy was fear stricken as he was taken to a doctor. They said he was fine but had a small cold, nothing more.

After the man bathed, clothed, and fed the boy he put him in a guest room he had but the child preferred to sleep on the floor and would growl at him if he got too close. The boy howled every night and most times, other wolves would howl back. He apparently had smooth skin due to running water, like a waterfall, over his skin.

After a few weeks, the boy got used to the villagers and their ways as the villagers got used to the boy too. They named him Edward after the founder of the town Edward Kensington. He was well cared for and was becoming some what civilized. He was learning to speak and eat properly.

He finally was able to stand on two legs instead of four but felt sad when he realized that none of the women in the small town were attractive to him. All he saw was the face of the she wolf he was trying to get to be his mate but then he also realized that she wasn't so attractive either.

The boy died along with others when the Black Plague hit the land. They said that if you listen well, you can still hear the boy's howling at night in that small town that still stands. There's a plaque in the middle of the town square where it tells of a wolf who became a boy.

It's all true and did happen...at least that's what my mom said...