This story is for my cat who had to be put to sleep last year.
Tell me what you think! I should have made the identity of Wolfie easier! :D
I'm following SM's dates, so this story starts in 2019 to anyone who was wondering about my set out.
I'm not a fan of teenage pregnancy (though there will be some in this story), so it's set that far in future for a reason.
Anyway, sorry for babbling! Wolfie's info/life story is at the bottom!
Father picks Wolfie and I up an hour or so after Sammy went home with Uncle Seth. I don't want to go, Rebecca and Rachel were much nicer than Leah, Father and the devil twins, or D.T. I can call them that if I want since their names were Damien and Tyler.
Father went to Sue's to get the twins first, then got Wolfie and I. Devils before pup as usual. I silently sigh in the back seat and Wolfie gives me a hug. That's a good thing I guess, that he understands.
When we get to Father's house, it doesn't smell like wet paint and nothing has been moved. There is a horrible smell though - actually, dad stinks! Has he been to the dump without me?
Leah takes the twins and goes off to feed them. She smells the worst.
I wonder what they were doing while watching football with Wolfie. Or is it soccer? I'm never sure. Mum was born and raised in England while her mother was in college and university, so she brought me up like that too. It doesn't make much sense to me. Why can't everything have the same name?
Wolfie growls as a player dives and I roll my eyes. He loves football too much, and hates cheaters.
The other player gets a yellow card and the game goes on.
Father comes in and changes it to American football, sinking into his armchair. Leah comes in and sits on his lap. They think I don't notice his hand on his hip. How can someone touch Leah like that?
"What time your mother finishing today?" Father asks. He sounds so careless.
"Seven." I answer immediately. Like a good girl.
It's just six now, so father'll probably take me home once the game is finished.
Father gets a can of something from somewhere and drinks a lot from it. He looks at me and tips his head back to tell me to go.
I stand and walk out with Wolfie on my heels. I grab the large piece of wood and sharp knife as I go. I feel it pierce my skin in the same place as always, but I'm used to it by now.
I sit on the back porch and chip out bits of wood.
Father always has me practise the wood carving. His father made him do it until he died, so Father makes me do it. I'm much better at wood carving than him. But he still doesn't call me his pup.
Wolfie has a bandage, so I guess the cut it worse than I thought. There's a long, but not very deep, cut across my hand. Father probably smelt the blood...
I take the bandage and tie it the way Rebecca taught me. I then continue the wood carving. I'm only good at doing big ones, not the tiny ones like Billy can do.
This one if a wolf head, so far I've got the nose well shaped and detailed. I can't quite get the eye part right though. I think I keep making it too close to the mouth.
I work more on the neck for half an hour then head back inside, hearing the devil twins screaming for food. Father smells worse than before, but I still don't question it.
"I'll take you home." Father mumbled and grabs his keys. I put the unfinished wolf head back in its place and place the knife down carefully.
Father notices the bandage and pokes it. I wince as he hits the cut. He raises a brow. "Hasn't it healed?" When I shake my head, he turns and opens the front door.
Wolfie and I follow and go in the back. There's a weak howl in the distance and Father's head snaps up.
Father grumbles something under his breath and climbs back out. He changes to wolf quickly while I look at Wolfie. He just shrugs, raising his hands like on cop shows.
Father comes back after near ten minutes and rubs his face once his seated. "Sammy phased." He told me and shook his head.
Sammy...
Phased?
But... But he was fine earlier. He wasn't as angry as usual. He was just ill coming down with a fever.
Father's lying, right?
He has to be. Sammy couldn't change this quickly. Right?
I don't know anymore.
"You might be close, Vanessa. Along with your cousins." Father had an odd expression. "Your mother told you what to do if you start getting too angry, right?" I nod in reply and play with my fingers.
I already looked too old for my age. I'm already starting to get WAY too smart for my age. Does this mean the end of my childhood is near?
Does this mean Sammy's childhood has... ended?
Wolfie was born in 2007 to Jacob and his imprint Lizzie (the girl Jacob met on the beach in BD). Lizzie was unknowingly part of the tribe through blood, and, though her connection to the tribe was weak, she phased - while pregnant - in 2007 because of vampire activity. The change resulted in her going into labour and giving birth to a cute little wolf pup - Wolfie!
When Wolfie was three years old, Vanessa was born and when he imprinted on her, he phased human for the first time. He preferred his wolf form though, and since he just looked like a large dog with massive pups, he was allowed out in public.
Now, he only phases human to eat or talk to Vanessa. Most of time though, he stays as a "family pet". He does want to go to school, so he doesn't!
So, is Vanessa over reacting? Is Paul telling the truth about Sammy? Thoughts? :)
See you next week! :)