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She stood up to go inside, and looked back. "Hey, Buddy?" she said very quietly, "If that keeps the bears away, you just pee there whenever you want to." She smiled and went inside.
With a lot to think about now, Helen washed the blueberries and put them in the refrigerator. She prepared and ate her supper in a half an hour, and just crawled into bed. She was asleep within minutes, but...
The human mind has been compared by some to a jukebox. The tunes that are played can be in order, or random, and we have no conscious control over what comes on next. Helen had been asleep for more than an hour when she suddenly awoke and sat up in bed. Several things were on her mind, all at the same time. There was the old legend that until now, Helen had regarded as a quaint tale and not much more. That thought didn't bother her. It was something else that caused a thrill of fear and uncertainty to creep up her spine as she turned to look out the window.
He was there, out in the yard. He sat looking around him, listening and sniffing the night breeze. She could just make out his shape there in the moonlight – a huge wild wolf, larger than anything she'd ever heard of or read about, an impossibly sized wolf. He didn't look up at the window, he just took the house in as he sat and scanned around the yard.
She repeated the words in her mind. An impossibly sized wolf, who had made some sort of effort to meet her in the cove, in his own way. Who had for some reason undertaken her defense in the blueberry patch against a foe that she was too city-bred, maybe to recognize as one. And he'd done that again in the woods a bit later, leading her to the safety of the farmhouse, and who now sat there as though he were undertaking her defense again, watching over her in the night.
A pretty noble animal, one would think. But there were two thoughts underneath all of this – raising an eerie possibility that just wouldn't be swallowed or overlooked in her mind.
Wolves don't fight with their claws.
Wolves don't stand up.
Helen looked at him again, and he was just leaving the yard again. He looked around, glanced at the upper windows once, and was gone.
- COMMENTS
cliffhanger20over 11 years agoWell now you got a wolf that is bigger than a mastiff, and meaner than a wolverine. And it likes her. Where will your legend lead?
Anonymousover 12 years agoFirst werewolf story I've bothered to continue reading/plan to continue reading. I'm starting to see the appeal of werewolves now thanks to your writing. :)
Floribundaover 12 years agoif readers on here need more reassurance on what is actually taking place in the stories they read because of the time delay between reading individual chapters.
If the whole story was available to read in one go (ie a book) would we still write to the author after chapter 2 to ask for more clarification, or would we accept that we need to read the whole story to understand it?
This is meant by no means as a criticism to anyone, just a sudden thought I have had while reading this. Thinking about it, I think it depends on whether authors on Lit are posting chapters waiting to hear (read) what commenters think before they write more of the story, or if their story is already mapped out and comments aren't going to change it.
Personally I really enjoyed this chapter - really articulate, actually so articulate I'm in awe! I can't wait for the next and aware it's already posted, so I'll be off now...
TaLtos6over 12 years agoAuthorThat's a valid criticism. I do use little locale tags in other stories. I could also have just stated where in the world the sniper was hunting in the first line or two of the section. She makes other appearances and I do let the reader know early in the chapter where it's happening. I guess I dropped the ball in this chapter. :(
This grew out of a very short semi-humorous piece (Helen rents the island - sees wolf second night - he jumps in through upper window, changes to naked man, covers broken window with wood answering her startled questions the whole time saying he wanted to get away from the mosquitoes). Helen's no dummy, but she is given to some dark introspection sometimes, and can miss what ought to be obvious once in a while. I think she's also not looking all that hard at it yet. She'll clue in to the wolf's coloration in Ch5.
canndover 12 years agoMaybe putting a little heading at the beginning of each different story would have helped it not feel so all over the place. Something like 'Somewhere in Eastern Europe' and maybe even something like 'during the 1900's' or whenever it is. 'On and island off x - present day' That way you seperate each and make it clear it's a different story. That way it's a bit clearer. Are the stories related at all? That said, I liked the story of Helen and am intrigued. I wonder though why she doesn't once think about the legend about the wolf and connect it to her 'buddy'. She says she knows no wolf is usually pitch black, and the one is the legend is. I'm surprised it doesn't cross her mind even if written off as a silly thought. Anyhow, I do wonder where you will go from here. I hope you will find a way to fit things together a bit more smoothly if the stories are all continued. I look forward to Helen and her werewolf's story continuing.
