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Wolf Song

Chapter 2: Out of The City

The city and all its putrid stink and shadow conceals us as we move through the darkness of the alleys and secret routes we have planned to take on this flight out of the city. We don't make a sound, even though the glass and trash under our feet threaten to crack and penetrate the rubber souls of our shoes and betray our silence.

We are as silent as can be, and it is necessary. If we make one foul move in this city, we will die. Whether it is a random mugger that happens to be out and about or the man and his dog we have come to fear ever since we came to this wasteland, we will die if we make one wrong move. This is our only shot, however, because the hard winter snow is going to be fast approaching; already the chill tries to seep into our bones and hinder us more and it is a mutual concern of my health. Even I do not know how much longer I can fight that ticking time bomb in my chest.

Lashou is behind me, and I don't have to look to see how her eyes shine with doubt. She yelled at me, saying this was a horrible idea; but she longs to leave this place too. She longs to leave behind the fear of Blue and her master, the wolf killers. Mother always taught us to fear them, always; and my older sister's death is a constant reminder of the consequences of disobeying that order.

The man, with his intoxication about him like a silken robe or a putrid smelling perfume, caries a gun that is almost as deadly as his wolf-dog; if he could be sober enough to aim right. Mother always said he was never without drink and he is what humans call an alcohol abuser, or a drunk. The wolf-dog beside him is just as evil; it takes pleasure in ripping flesh in its jaws, enjoying the rush wolf blood gives her as it sizzles its way down her throat. Yes, they were an evil pair, almost as bad as the poison in my lungs.

"Are we almost there?" Lashou whispers; it is so quiet, not even the rats and mice in this stinking alley can hear it. Only I can, Lashou knows this, otherwise she wouldn't have spoken and she would have held her tongue. She is smart like that, Mother taught us so well…

"Almost." I whisper back and then fall silent. We are reaching another point in our journey, the most dangerous one in this horrible, stinking, filthy….well, you understand where I'm going with this, city. We have to get past the city walls; we have to jump for safety, we can't afford to make the long, meticulous crawl down.

We reach an opening and I pause, and motion for Lashou to stay hidden. It is just faint, but I can feel my hackles rising. There is something wrong about this space, but we must cross it. I am more battle ready than she, and she obeys. Mother knows how much we fought for power…

As silent as the predator that I am, I glide through the open space, always wary and always ready. The old man could be out, watching…waiting for our escape. I must be careful, always careful.

A soft tinkling sound fills my ears, making them ring. It is unpleasant, like a tick biting one's flesh. It is the sound of glass crunching. I whirl around, facing a conjoining alley. The wind is blowing my way; and that is when I smell them.

"Go get 'er Blue." A silent command drifts in the wind and floats around me like the peaceful scent of the lunar flowers. There is a moment of tension and panic. Then, and only then, does all hell break loose.

Detaching myself from my spot, I jump to the air and watch with narrowed eyes as Blue, the satanic wolf-dog that took down my older sister, comes running through. Saliva comes down in rivulets and streams and a fiery anger in my chest begins to burn. Hatred. I hate this stupid mutt, this mongrel, this traitor to her own kind; and I come down on her without another thought to my human form. I snarl at her, biting and scratching. Her fowl odor hits me straight on and I feel the need to gag as his flesh enters my mouth. She yelps and I jump away, we circle each other. Then I launch at her unexpectedly, I am ready to draw first blood.

Blue doesn't know what hits her, the old fool. She snarls and growls, biting and yapping, but I know her movements well. You can't fool me! I want to taunt and yell, but now is no time for talking. The pack on my back is hindering my movements, so this must be quick.

With a might roar of my own, I launch myself into her again, plowing her over, and then I deliver a hard kick to her side. I see a bright trickle of blood from a cut from my shoe and I fight the urge to smirk. Domestication has weakened her, and she whines a pained whine as she goes flying into the garbage. How fitting, that is exactly where she belongs, that traitorous bitch.(1)

"Lashou!" a shout leaves my throat as my friend obediently darts forward. Blue's master is screaming and cursing, yelling at his stupid dog and us. Lights swirl behind him. The police. We have to get away now or it is all over!

Seizing Lashou's hand I take off at an all out run. It is now or never and Lashou knows it too. Fear, excitement, and the thrill of everything going on washes over us like water and then coddles us like a mother does her child. Nestled in the warm blankets of such emotions, our adrenaline picks up and so does our speed.  This feeling, it is near indescribable. Just like the Change, it cannot be held or touched, or even explained; it must be felt.

Air rushes past us, voices yell for us to stop, but we wont. We have to leave this city, get past this prison's walls. In my mind's eyes I can picture the flowers, so soft, delicate, and sweet. I want to touch them, grab them, reach up and see a sky full of blue, and let the fragrance of them force the poison from my lungs, which I can almost feel bleeding in utter agony.

My eyes begin to sting with tears, Lashou is panting, I am panting. The world is running with us, running into the abyss before us, guiding us. This feeling, Freedom, is it? I have no idea, all I can do now is leap past these gates and let my wings unfurl so I can soar across the plains before us. Just a little more… you can make it! Lashou, my friend, please, just a little more!

Jump!

The two humans streaked across the pavilion leading towards the edge of the city, impervious to the bullets streaking by them. The wind swam through their hair and their ears buzzed with their own heartbeats as their adrenaline pumped their blood through their veins… faster! Faster! Pain, that little bit of annoyance was pushed aside. They were the knights storming a dark lord's castle, the bird spreading its wings to fly. They were the very air around them; the shimmering stars in the sky above, the moon that rose high overhead. They were everything and nothing at the same time. They were in tune with the cosmos, that ebony blanket of unknowing, sprinkled with jewels of which we guide ourselves through the night.  To anyone who cared to understand as they beheld the sight, it was truly beautiful.

And as the two neared the edge of the city, they reached their climax in a leap of faith. They propelled themselves forward and jumped as bullets sang through the air all around them, their vibrations making the two's ears tingle and buzz. Their hearts leapt up and skipped a beat, as their stomachs seemed to lift. They fell and felt weightless, a feeling they had never felt before.

They landed in a crouch, cast a scornful, backwards glance at the city that had imprisoned them for so many years, and then took off into the night.

But their bodies didn't stay the same, oh no. They morphed and changed, twisted and popped. Nothing could quite describe it. The burning sensation as the forms they were so used to folded underneath them. The hearty popping and cracking of their bones and joints as they rearranged, the burning stretch of muscle, and the sharp bursts of sensation as hair formed on their bodies; for Lashou it was an intoxicating chestnut and for Chiku a striking silver one might expect of old age.

From the precious lengthening of their faces to form a sleek muzzle, to the pulling in their rump as their tails formed; all was held dear. So long had it been since they'd been in this form, so long since they'd felt the sweet burn of the Change, so long since they'd been natural and true… so long since they'd been wolves.

TBC

Author's Note: Please do read and review, and pardon any grammatical mistakes, lol!

1. If you don't know, a bitch is a female dog, lol.