The Boy Who Lost
Heqi Wang
Where the wolf went, was where a trail of footprints followed. Snow crowded the forest, withstanding trees pedaled over the long river, creating a log path across. New coats enveloped the tidbits in the old snow. Mushrooms sprouted across the bark like mad; different new life forms inhabited the land beyond and the land we knew now. Though the mass of trees thinned out, the wolves still didn’t need to take the functional assets of pressure into their atmosphere. These days worked for hours just grazing by while Alpha the wolf Carruin led his jumbo pack into the wilderness. At once, they hear a laugh, the omega turned around but a gush of wind swept away the sound with a whistling swish. The land was massive yet floods rolled through the valleys. Certain animals knew when one harsh winter blew by quickly, leaving the gates heavy with anticipation and snow. Even the blizzard that went on the mountains came down to the wolves’ domain. The ice age had begun to start. All plants relished their last carbon dioxide; they distinctively plunged into black hole, wilting to nothing like the jungle.
The way it was known as, the wolves chasing deer and the wolves making gestures, it was for a sure thing the wolves grew ten sizes bigger. They had fur mixed in with snow and Alpha wolf Carruin who lives till eternity howled to the crescent moon. The moon had been with them forever, however, two flags were on it, one belonging to Russia and one to Canada. Grace was in the air. Falcons in the skies were ever so small. But when it was for two years, the ice age ended, befalling to a habitation of the new cheetah cats. Even wildlife loomed big and tall so to hide anything beyond the gasps it was capable. When the last ice melted, a baby wolf was born. His name was the male Cry. Adults observed him; he was fast; he was able; he was multifaceted perfection. Cry grew up quickly and voraciously never in defeat. He stole a look in the wild direction, away from the crowd.
Pausing by the lake and looking at his reflection in it, he sees himself in silver shabby fur and black lining. He takes a long and good look at the people in the city, then back at Alpha wolf Carruin. For once, his outlook began to change. Within a second, he had become away from the four legged creature he used to be and now a tan and lanky, muscular, summer boy. He looked at himself; he calls himself age 21. With all his energy, he leaped over the fence and stepped into the suburbs of an ocean of people who were oblivious to anything that would change in the next few minutes. Well, most of them.
Cry leaned heavily on the door frame of the coffee shop with 7 dollars in his left hand, folded well. He stepped in and paid $3.75 for a large cup of coffee. Standing near the tall chair, he was about to take a seat. His dark hair turned crisp in the sun, yet an elegant smirk lay below his nose. In the other side of the shop, a family of four sat on the sofa. There was little Fauna dressed in a pink petticoat and shiny shoes, her older brother Lay who stood by the side, and two hard working but proud parents. The seat which he was about to take had a small rounded glass table which was splashed by the sunlight. The people outside gained speed as if it was raining and storming outside so violently. Other than the speed or dim atmosphere of the coffee shop, Cry contently sipped his hazelnut flavored coffee. Then and so, he left after he threw the cup into the trash, leaving while people still inside watched as he moved his hot body away. And he was hot. He could get through with anything.
It was Monday wasn’t it? Perhaps, he could get a job at the construction center. He applied for it and he was able to be placed in the new building down East Tree Street. He ran forward fast. It was so fast that no one saw him at all, clearly. But his scent lingered in the air, and he shook his shoulders. Nevertheless, his strength caused him to work from dawn till dusk and he enabled the building so stable it wouldn’t fall off until 4 more centuries. His fellow workers admired him. He got a bonus. But one day he had to take his leave. So he said farewell to everyone in the town and near him and he left with a bundle of good necessities slung over his back.
Many people didn’t know who he was, and he still looked 21 years. But it was after those five years has passed, he came back to the forest with Alpha wolf Carruin and his pack and he lived his life as a wolf again. It was a brave yet sensational feeling. However, the forest started to grow and one day, it snowed again. A wild beast leaped into the forest and it challenged the Alpha and his pack into a well stationed fight. Paws thrown into the air, jumps directed mainly at the chest, bites all over, and finally, Carruin accepted the wild beast into the pack. Turns out, it was a snow leopard hybrid. Cry glanced at the lake and over the nature of greenery. He sees a modern house. It must be the new movers. He didn’t want to approach them, but it was the scent that got his interest. He had never smelled anything so grand and delicious to him. It was like the appealing apple to snow white.
He crept closer to the gates of the house, ignoring the bits of snow igniting his tail. In the backyard setting, there was a tire swing, some sheds, and a skateboard. But the deck covered the ground and there was no snow near the door except for the stone boards which were stone cold. The lights inside were also dim but the kitchen was used for cooking something tasty. A girl sits upstairs being involved in her studies. Cry observed the house some more, which was new to him, and he retreated back into the forest.
Once he figured out the enjoyment of a human form, he convinced the other wolves to take a nice relish in the city crashing into the bar to have some drinks. He believed that Carruin would love vodka and David would still in taste of the grand multiples of wild aromas. While they were young, a midnight spent in voracious thoughts repelled any unnatural mature behavior in the year long wolves. Krest rested along the handle of the ledge. He held a newspaper in his hand. He says, “I would love to see where this mysterious path leads us to.”
He folds his hands and in his math he be rails a map. Just so intensive, he portrays an expression that tells him he needs to be called on for the national Werewolves reunion. And just in time, he is telling his friends how they need to dress.