Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
There hadn’t been any incidents in our area for many decades.
However, there was a stronger history of humans killing wolves. That was why no one saw them. Wolves were smart enough to live far away from people.
Where are they?
Howling sliced through the snowy night. I increased the speed on my snowmobile, hoping to find their trail.
Wolves howled for many reasons. Most of the time, they did so to defend their territory and gather the pack. Other times they sung together in a chorus of howls as they raced by another pack. It was a show of pack defense to the other packs in a don’t-fuck-with-me way.
Regardless, when a wolf howled it sounded like a train whistle or police car siren.
These wolves’ howls were something else. It was more like a chorus of humans howling verses real animals. They came out too high-pitched and ragged.
What are these things?
If I had any sense, I wouldn’t have been out here this late at night. There were many places where snowmobiling was prohibited—airports, cemeteries, parks, golf courses, sacred Native American lands, and even designated wilderness areas like where Faith lived nearby.
I’d chased the wolves to her land, following their howls and hoping they didn’t go too close to her property. Crazy things happened during a full moon, but not this odd.
The wolves shouldn’t have been so close to humans.
Why are they making so much noise over here?
And contrary to popular belief, wolves didn’t howl at full moons any more often than at any other time. Packs made a racket near sunrise and sunset. In this moment, the clock had already passed four in the morning.
There’s something weird about this.
I’d heard them last night too, after leaving Faith’s property. When I drove away, worried about her, the wolves howled on the outskirts of her land. Luckily, I’d had the music off and window down, just taking in the silence of the drive and considering all the ways I could’ve talked to Faith more.
I had stopped the car and strained for more noise, but none came.
Driving away, I figured it was just my imagination and didn’t consider it anymore.
But tonight, was different. Leaving Faith’s place gave me a weird feeling.
Why did she have those sculptures in those snow cells?
Fear raced pass her eyes. Her hands had shaken when she talked to me. And every other second, she looked back at that snow man with the big dick as if he were going to jump out and kill us all.
When I left her property this time, I had the music off again. I was a minute close from calling her mother and trying to see what I should do.
But what the hell would I say to Addie Mae? Was Faith really doing anything wrong? It was strange, but should I be worried?
I never reached an answer.
Those wolves captured my attention. Within seconds, a streak of white light flashed in the road. I screeched to a halt. Fog rose from the ground. And these. . .creatures stormed by. They moved swift, giving me barely anytime to get a good look at them. They had white fur, but bright and almost illuminated, if one could say that. They’re eyes glowed blue. Shimmering blue. Ocean blue. Unnaturally blue. They raced by on four legs and were too big to be considered dogs.
They had to be wolves.
What else could they be?
For some reason, I couldn’t just let them pass by without getting another look. I parked my car on the side of the road, grabbed my rifle for protection, and tracked the pack on my snowmobile. I must’ve chased at them all night, circling Faith’s property, but never getting close enough to see them.
I didn’t know why I searched for them. Here it was four in the morning, and I still raced after them. My balls represented icicles.
This had shifted into a real-life Moby Dick situation. The wolves were the whale, and I’d transformed into Ahab seeking revenge on the white whale that took my leg.
Why am I out here?
Maybe, it was boredom. Perhaps, I’d been trying to get my rage of horniness down, after finally being so close to Faith. Or perhaps this had turned into another obsession.
I knew a lot about obsession. I swam in this love mania daily, doing back strokes and freestyling my way to no victory in sight.
Faith had been my obsession for so many years. The woman drove me crazy. Her body. Face. Voice. Spirit. Her every detail and characteristic had me by the balls, massaging them and never letting fucking go.
God had cursed me, when I fell in love with her, long ago on a ten-year old, knucklehead summer day.
Had the lightening bugs not been around in droves, I never would’ve bumped into her in that field of purple flowers. Had her hair not been in those damn little kinky curls, bouncing all over her head as she leaped for lightening bugs and put them in the jar. Had I not been so adamant that she stop catching the bugs and forcing them to be jailed in an air tight jar.