Chapter 4

His father made his way to the door and he too, surprise-filled his eyes when he saw the boy at the door. Fay just stood there looking at them, he was so nervous that he could hear the fast beating of his heart. His parents finally made way for him to come inside and he did. They instructed him to go and freshen up. He went into his room and took a long warm bath. He finally came out of the bathroom after a long while and when he walked to his wardrobe which stood in a corner of the room, his clothes were packed into his bag and kept inside, probably waiting for him.

He wore a shirt and a pair of trousers and he went outside the room and he walked to the kitchen. His parents were nowhere near the living room when he got there and when he got to the kitchen, there were leftovers in the pot and he ate them. He ate silently and his parents came out of their room when he was still eating and they sat at the dining table. He finished eating in the kitchen and washed the dishes, when he finally came out of the kitchen, his parents called him over to the dining table. He sat down on the opposite side of the table where they sat, the room was silent for a long time and his father finally cleared his throat.

"Fay." His father called out.

"Yes, dad." He replied.

"What was that?" His father asked.

He knew what the man was referring to. His wolf.

"His name is Hank." He replied to his father.

He looked at his face to see if the man believed him but there was no sign of emotions. He looked at his mother but her eyes were just full of fright.

"Whose name is Hank?" His father asked.

"My wolf." He replied.

The room went silent again and the only sound heard was his mother's silent sobs.

"Mom, Dad. I am a werewolf. Yes, they exist. I don't know how but I am a werewolf dad. I have always wanted to tell you and seek answers from you but I have always been scared." He explained.

His voice was shaky and he was breaking down, he wanted to cry but he knew it wasn't the right place for it. None of his parents spoke again.

"We do not have the answers you seek Fay." His father broke the silence.

He did not say anything. He did not have anything to say.

"We are not your biological parents Fay." His father spoke again.

He went silent. He was taken aback. Tears filled his eyes and he could not hold them in anymore and they fell down her cheeks. His mother was crying too, loudly.

"What do you mean?" He asked his father.

He was flabbergasted and confused.

"I mean, your mother and I are not your real parents." The man repeated.

His father did not say anything else and he stood up, he helped his mother stand up too and together they headed to their room. He sat there for a while and laid his head on the table, he was still dealing with the fact that he was a werewolf among humans and then with this new discovery, he was totally confused. He wondered who his real parents were and why he was not with them, he wondered how he came to be with the people he called parents. He needed answers and while he sat there, he got none. He rose from the chair and went to his room, he sat on the bed to think but he could not, his head would not stop banging. He held his hair and pulled it a little.  He fell back on the bed and cried a flood of tears. He could not sleep all through the night, he just could not.

The following days of his stay were different. His parents behaved differently towards him like he was a stranger. His mother stopped going to the market stall with him, they stopped eating together as a family. His once-happy family was torn apart. He did not look for his biological parents, not that he did not want to, he did not know where to start. But he did not stop running in the woods either, his mother had stopped checking in on him. There was a time she came to check but she apologized for doing so immediately. He always went out to run in the woods on nights when he felt depressed or downcast, he did not need to sneak out anymore, his father had made it clear that he did not have to sneak out to go to the woods so he any time he felt like running, he would just go out casually.

It was during this night's run in the woods that Fay met him. That night had the usual black sky, the moon shining brightly down the earth and the night was peaceful. The night was too serene and the moonlight shined too bright for him to resist running. He stood up from the bed and quickly wore a shirt and trousers and headed out. It was a cold night and he walked slowly to the woods. When he got there, he released Hank. He transformed and the wolf stood black and tall, his dark eyes shined with the moonlight, his black fur, a deep and beautiful shade of black. The wolf howled loudly and took off running. The woods looked brighter with the moonlight and the wolf could see better, the wind felt cold and sharp on his face as he ran and he was enjoying the run.

He ran deep into the woods, deeper than he had ever run and that was when he saw him. The big black, blue-eyed wolf. They were running towards each other and they stopped in their tracks when they saw each other, staring at each other. Hank felt a tingle of excitement in his body, he had seen someone like him for the first time and he was extremely excited.

    The big wolf started walking towards him, gently. He knew he should not be overly excited, he needed to be alert and he was. He too started walking towards the wolf, slowly. They walked towards each other for a while and when they got closer to each other, they stared intensively at each other, Hank was looking into Wolf's blue eyes and the wolf was looking into his dark ones. It was like a staring competition and it was intense.

 They walked past each other and turned around again to look at each other and the wolf growled at Hank, intimidatingly. Hank squinted his eyes at the wolf and growled back at it, even louder and more intimidatingly. The wolf kicked off running again, to the way Fay came. Fay turned around to the way the wolf came.

"Coward," Fay muttered.

He kicked off running too and ran harder. Hank ran till he got too far, he could get lost if he continues like this. He turned around again and started running back towards where he came from, back to the entrance of the woods. He got to the exact spot where he met the wolf and looked around, to make sure the black wolf was not around. He was not and Hank ran again. He had not far from where he had met the wolf when he saw him again, walking. Hank stopped running and started walking too. They walked till they got close to each other and again, they stared into each other's eyes. They passed each other and the blue-eyed wolf kicked off running again, making Hank wonder if he was walking just to meet him.

He ran all the way back to the entrance of the woods and transformed. Fay looked back towards the woods as if to see the wolf again. He headed out of the woods and started walking on the lonely path leading to his house. As he walked on the lonely road with his hands in his trouser pocket and head buried down, he wondered who that black wolf was and where he came from. It was his first time seeing a wolf like himself and he was intrigued. He was deep in thought and when he reached home, he opened the door and went inside and locked it behind him. It was still far from dawn and his parents were not awake yet. He went up to his room and when he took off his clothes, he lay on the bed. He closed his eyes to sleep but he remembered the blue eyes of that black wolf, it was his first time seeing such blue eyes. They were a deeper shade of blue and strangely, he liked them. He found them unique. He struggled to go to sleep, he concluded within himself that he was going to go running the next night again and he was going to talk to the wolf if he saw him again. With that in mind, Fay peacefully went to sleep.

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