When they entered the trees the black wolf picked up the pace. They ran through bushes and sprang over logs and rocks. Even though this would freak any normal person out to be turned into a wolf and follow a strange creature into a dark forest, it seemed right to Oliver to be leaping through undergrowth.
As they neared the fence that had stopped Oliver on his previous trek into the woods, the wolf stopped and whined softly. The bushes surrounding them rustled and six more wolves stepped from the shadows. They all went to the black wolf and started whining and licking his muzzle and wagging their tails. Oliver watched, amazed that the wolves acted the way the wolves he had seen on TV had acted. As he watched he saw the differences of the wolves. One was black like the one who led him here, but there were white flakes all through out his fur. One was a beautiful flame color and she seemed to be very confident. Another female came into view and she was a slate grey with bright green eyes. Then a very peculiar wolf looked at him. She was smaller than the other wolves but what was most interesting was that he coat looked pink. She seemed to smile at him and turned to a white wolf with very bright blue eyes.
They trotted over to him and stood looking.
”Hello, my name is Cassie.” They one with pink fur announced, ”And this is Marie.” She said looking at the white wolf.
”I’m Emma” Oliver jumped and looked to where the voice came from and saw the flame colored wolf. She made a weird gurgling sound and Oliver realized that she was laughing at him. He was almost offended, he couldn’t help that this experience made him just a bit jumpy. The other wolves introduced themselves one at a time. The black wolf with the white in his fur was the oldest and his name was Andrew, the black one who led him here was Iggy and they grey wolf was Maggie. Then they stood and looked expectantly at Oliver
”Um, my name is Oliver Noble.” He said hesitantly. They nodded and started walking away, “Hey! Where are you going?” Oliver said.
The flame colored wolf, Emma, stopped, “We’re going home.”
“What am I supposed to do?” Oliver asked.
“Well, what do you think? Come with us.” She replied.
“No, hold on! Do you guys seriously think that you can just whisk me away from home, and not even explain why I suddenly turned into a wolf!?” Oliver was shocked that they weren’t even going to tell him at least that.
“ What do you think the reason you turned into a wolf is?” She tilted her head to the side and looked at him. Oliver didn’t know what to say, was he supposed to know the reason?
“You are a werewolf.” She said simply when he didn’t answer. Oliver stood there, then there were really these things? Had this been born in him or did he have to be bitten? That explained the dreams, but what of the noise?
“I heard a noise, it was a constant note and it became obsessed with it, then I started having dreams about trying to find wolves, what was the noise?” Oliver asked.
“The noise was your first howl.” The answer came from The black wolf, Iggy, “Every werewolf grows increasingly obsessed with it near his first changing.” He explained. Oliver thought about it and it made a little sense, but what about that night in the woods?
“The second night I was in this house I went into the woods and I lost track of time when it got dark I heard something following me. Then I just got tackled and something knocked the thing off me, was that one of you?” Oliver asked. The older wolf nodded.
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