March 2014
It seems like only yesterday when I took ownership of my Aunt Elena’s cottage, 25 miles or so, outside the town of River Haven, near Green Bay, WI. I remember how stunned I was when the estate lawyer told me this past July that my aunt and her lover, Maria Del Marco, had been missing for seven years and were considered, legally dead. It had been over 13 years since I last visited the cottage. It was also the last time I saw my Aunt Elena, no wonder it felt odd being there again when August came.
Things got more mysterious when two agents, Gina Torres, and John Charles, visited me the night I arrived. They told me that they worked for the MRDC (Medical Research and Development Command) and had an appointment with Maria about a serum; she called an elixir designed to help soldiers with PTSD. It certainly got stranger when I stumbled upon the burnt remnants of Maria’s notebook in the cottage’s fireplace, which revealed nothing related to the serum the agents mentioned.
After I officially moved into the cottage in October, I was near a river basin when a saw a wolf. Before I could react, a tree branch broke off, hit me on my head, and knocked me out. I woke up days later and noticed a mysterious scar on my shoulder. As I collected some water to wipe the dried blood from my shoulder, I swore I saw a wolf’s image, yet, the wolf was not around. As time progressed, more mysterious things happened. My eyesight suddenly became 20-20, and I could hear the drop of a pin land on a carpeted floor. In addition, the years I spent as a vegan suddenly went out the door, replaced by my cravings for meat-based foods; and whenever the moon was full, I heard the wolves speak to me as if I were one of them.
By the time November came, I found a leather-bound journal that belonged to my aunt Elena that was locked in a safe embedded in the wall hidden behind a painting. I managed to unlock the safe by using my aunt’s birthday for the combination. The journal’s title was written in Italian, with raised gold lettering, L’ordine Del Lupo. In English, it loosely means The Order of the Wolf. A letter fell out when I opened the journal, whose pages were a mix of Italian and broken English. The letter was from my aunt Elena, addressed to me, about an evolution that would occur once I turned 35.
When I read the letter, I was somewhat relieved, but I still questioned my sanity, as the things my aunt indicated had already started to happen to me since moving into the cottage and my 35th birthday was not until March 21 of 2014. Over time, more and more of the journal began to reveal its contents as I somehow started to understand the Italian script, which was puzzling, since I never took any type of foreign-language course.
After reviewing some genetic facts in the journal that were written in English, I was certain that Elena had bitten me while in her wolf guise when I was at the river basin, causing these changes to happen prematurely before my birthday. All hell continued to break loose as my body began to change and shift without my knowledge into what my aunt referred to in her letter as being one of the ‘blessed’ a kind of wolf-human hybrid, in other words, a shapeshifter. As the evidence continued to mount, it became impossible to ignore my behaviors as purely fantastical and I accepted my evolutionary fate that I was indeed one of the ‘blessed.’
For several full moons after that, as it got closer to my 35th birthday, I began to recall having shared experiences and memories with the wolves and being one, myself. Despite multiple therapy sessions with Dr. Enna Weber, I was convinced that everything was real, even if I did not feel a physical transition, but there were enhanced, noticeable differences in all my five senses. There were also times when I would blackout and then wake up naked in different places, miles from the cottage, usually 3 days after a full moon without knowing how I got there or where my clothes were.
Everything since then has continued to spiral out of control as 2013 rolled into 2014. My girlfriend Regan’s obsession with wanting to be like me had put her in reckless situations, like after the February full moon when she stayed at the cottage knowing there was a risk, I could harm her. At that time, I could not control my shift, so I begged her to stay at her place in town, but she ignored my wishes. The morning after, we were lying on the bathroom floor; blood sprayed everywhere, on the walls, the tile, and the vanity mirror.
Soon after that incident, she began to push aggressively to ingest the elixir, the serum we were certain the agents referred to, which I found in a small vial in the den of the cottage. It was a purplish liquid and smelled like the grape flavoring in a Kool-Aid packet. I knew deep down that Regan was not a shapeshifter like me because she did not carry the DNA marker necessary for her to shift, according to what I had previously read in Elena’s journal. I appeased her obsession to “be like me” so she drank the sweet-tasting elixir, believing she could become ‘blessed.’ Based on some additional medical notes I was able to translate from Elena’s journal, I was convinced that Maria and Elena were trapped in their wolf guise, unable to be human again, not that they were missing. The journal defined the inability to shift as permanence. I feared that I might also be stuck in my wolf form, so I drank the elixir too.
I have been so overwhelmed these days, racked with guilt for leaving Regan on the March full moon, only to return and attack her a few days later, once more, on the day of the spring equinox, which happened to be my 35th birthday, but that was the plan. Ideally, we thought that if Regan drank the elixir and I bit her while in my wolf guise, she would be able to become a shapeshifter following the full moon in April.
That day, after the equinox, when I bit her was now a blur. I kept playing it repeatedly in my head. “You looked different,” Regan had said. I was different, I felt different, and I acted differently. I remember vividly the sun moving through the sky and how bright it was, almost blinding. I felt the surge of energy while I was in the cottage and more so when I growled at Regan. My predatory instincts were primal and out of control. I felt like a young pup playing with its food, tracking Regan, watching her movements, lunging for her, then biting her thigh. If we had not tumbled into the furniture together, I wonder if I would have killed her in the heat of the moment. As I mentioned before, this was not the first time I physically hurt her while in my wolf guise, yet, both times, I transitioned back to my human form as soon as the thought entered my head as if I was on autopilot.
By late into the evening, after the March 2014 equinox, I heard my aunt Elena’s call. I could not think clearly, as her voice found its way into my subconscious. I did not care where my legs took me that night; I knew I had to go. I was determined to find Elena; that mattered to me, not what had happened with Regan earlier. It was as if I was free from some kind of invisible cage. I followed my aunt’s howls as I continued heading east toward the river basin where it had all begun; when I saw the wolf image in the brook three days after I had been bitten, convinced that the scar on my shoulder was the remnants of the wolf’s bite. Finding my way back here was easy. I could smell the cool, crisp river guiding me as I sniffed the air. It was a balmy 65 degrees Fahrenheit and I felt the warm breeze of the wind brush against my fur. It was such a luxurious sensation, but the feeling was soon replaced, my hair prickling like electricity along my spine and throughout my entire being. This feeling was unlike anything I experienced before. I knew something was following me but I ignored it, thinking I was just being paranoid.
It was him… again. I could not see from what direction he was approaching, but his scent was all too familiar. Why was he following me? The last time I saw him, I growled for intruding, as I was finishing the scraps of food, another pack had left over. At that time, he did not bother to do anything and ran off quickly after hearing Elena’s howls. And here he was again, but Elena was not. I had to get away from him, fleeing further from the basin along the river’s flow. The air suddenly got cooler, the forest grew denser and darker, and he was gaining ground. I was lost, quickly being swallowed up by the foreboding wilderness and Elena’s calls were too far off in the distance.
It did not take long for my eyes to adjust to the blackness while I rested briefly, my ears like radar, scanning the area around me, to listen for his paws trudging through the underbrush and crushed leaves beneath the towering trees and foliage. The moon was visible through the clouds above, providing light as I ran along the ground. All I could hear were the little creatures scampering to safety. Such a strangeness I felt, as I knew they were hiding from me, the predator in their midst. The animals’ wanderings were of no concern to me, although I was hungry, he was my priority, not a quick, easy meal.
My anxiety subsided but only for a moment as he was staring at me within minutes, easily 8 feet away if not closer. He was motionless, waiting there, pausing. I had no idea what he wanted. His ears were folded down and his tail was somewhat tucked beneath his hind legs. I did not feel threatened or in danger. What was it about him that intrigued me so? We looked at each other and he growled a quiet sound, guttural, but low as if he was attempting to communicate with me. I was not sure how to respond, but somehow, I growled back, mine was more resonant. The seconds had passed and neither of us moved, but then, in the background, we heard what we thought were sharp claps in the sky, like thunder, and a brief drizzle started to rain down upon us as we looked above.
As the thunder lessened, it no longer sounded like the mighty heavens but instead, earthly. It dawned on me that what we were hearing was yes thunder, but also something else, more menacing… gunshots. The male wolf started to run toward the north and as he ran, he looked back at me almost as if he wanted me to follow. At least that is how it seemed to me or how my wolf brain interpreted his actions. He led us to a small hollowed-out cavern made of stone about 10 more miles into the wilderness from where we were initially. Inside, it was warm and dry and I could smell multiple scents that were almost overwhelming. I concentrated on the strongest one, his… and despite being in a foreign place, I felt calm.
For a while, we just stood there, not doing anything. He did not attempt a confrontation nor did I go after him. It was as if the situation made us allies rather than enemies, even if it was a temporary truce. I was exhausted but kept my eye on him though, as I went to the far corner, deeper into the cavern, to lay down. After watching what I did, he laid down nearest the opening. I waited for him to fall asleep and only when he did, I finally allowed myself to rest.
When I awoke the next morning, there were scraps of fresh food near where I slept but he was gone. I waited a little bit before I ate, then, I chowed down, still looking around for his return, but he never came back. I was not sure what to make of this whole ordeal or why he brought me the food to eat. His magnificent beauty and eyes, a deep brown with specks of blue and grey, unnerved me. His body was much larger than mine. He exuded confidence and his stride, not clumsy for his size, but quiet, yet, powerful, and non-threatening. I was fascinated and curiously drawn to him, wondering why I felt this way.
I hung around the cavern for a little while waiting to see if he would return. I was not sure how I would get back to the cottage or where to find Elena’s pack. I did have a sense of where I was, but hesitant as to which direction to go. Soon, I left the cavern and traveled a short distance when I saw our slightly faded paw prints in the muddy ground. I decided to follow the tracks back heading south. I followed the sun as it was rising, to guide me. It was odd navigating the terrain by the movements of the sun. As I continued to move faster, I yelled my loudest howls into the air, thick with humidity with the hope of getting a response back from my Alpha.
Relieved, the silence in the air filled with Elena’s calls. It was hard to guess where she was or how far, but I knew enough to change direction immediately and headed west toward where her voice was coming from. It was remarkable how much ground I could cover while in my wolf guise. I had contemplated transitioning to my human self, but I felt it was more advantageous to remain a wolf. As I continued to run, I did not pay attention to the ground below but to the direction ahead. I was desperate to get to Elena and the rest of the pack. My enthusiastic romp was miscalculated, and my error soon proved deadly. I heard a snap that sounded like metal on metal and the next thing I knew, I was in a trap. I blacked out after that from the pain and could no longer hear Elena.
When I awoke, it was mid-to-late-afternoon. I could tell by the sun's position, as it was further along than before I blacked out. I could feel the jaws of the steel trap hold me in place, my front paw caught between the zigzagging teeth. Judging by the crimson coloring that saturated the ground underneath me, I had lost a lot of blood. I was no longer in any immense pain, so perhaps my healing abilities had started to mend my injuries. Still, I panicked, not sure what to do and my resonant howl suddenly was a whimper as I tried to shift, but could not, and Elena was nowhere to be found.
I was alive, thankfully, but all that kept going through my head was Regan’s warnings about me being caught in some hunter’s trap if I was not careful. I tried to laugh at my situation, shaking my head and closing my eyes in utter humility, contemplating the irony of it all. When I came back to my senses, it was pure fear I felt as I watched Agent Gina Torres approach me. She was dressed in hunter-green camouflage khakis and a matching jacket. A rifle was attached to a strap that dangled from her shoulder. I could only hope she was not looking for a trophy to hang over the mantle of her fireplace. Nevertheless, before I could finish that thought, she aimed and fired. I heard the loud pop from the rifle and felt something pierce my side. Everything went dark, again, soon after.