Pulling the white stick into the light, sapphire blue eyes narrow as they study it. A gasp echo’s around the room followed by the clatter as nerveless fingers release the white stick.
‘Baby, please open the door,’ his pleading voice muffled by the door. Glancing up her eyes gazed at the locked door before dropping down to the white stick in her hand her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Finally reaching up, sliding the bolt across, and opening the door enough to thrust the stick out into his hands, before shutting and locking the door.
She couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at her lips at the sound of his gasp and then the delighted chuckle. Rising gingerly to her feet she unlocked the door and peered out. His arms wrapping around her waist, his mouth at her ear, inhaling the scent of her hair, his warm breath caressing her ear.
‘I love you so much,’ his hold tightening a fraction.
‘I love you too; this will be a new start for us,’ her smile encapsulating her face, the months of uncertainty and loneliness evaporating as a future stretched out before her.
‘Meet me for lunch?’ He kissed her again.
‘Will your father be there?’ Her eyes worried as she gazed at him. He was so beautiful she couldn’t believe he was hers.
‘Yes Mary of course he will,’ his smile was infectious. ‘He will be thrilled,’ pulling on his jacket he kissed her once more.
‘Ben, he doesn’t like me, he doesn’t like that I am….’ He stopped her with a kiss.
‘No, he loves you as I do,’ with one last kiss he rushed from the room a spring in his step. Climbing into the awaiting car unable to hide his grin getting frown from his father.
‘Your very chipper this morning,’ his father remarked.
‘Mary is pregnant,’ Ben blurted out unable to keep it in. His happiness spilling around the interior of the car.
‘Well that is marvellous,’ his father managed keeping his unease and dismay hidden from his son.
‘I know how you feel that she isn’t my mate, but I love her, I choose her. I don’t want to wait for some strange mystical bond that will force me to love a stranger. These feelings I have for Mary are real not manipulated by some mystical bond,’ Ben leant forward his expression one of earnest desperate for his father to understand.
‘I understand son I do. Its just these are difficult times the world is changing, and our way of life may be under threat. You as my heir makes you a target and now Mary. She isn’t used to our way of life. I don’t want you hurt because she can’t cope with the restraints that will be put on her,’
‘She understands dad. I have explained,’
‘She knows what you are?’
‘No dad, I would never… not even Mary. She thinks its because of our wealth,’ Bens voice saddened that he could share all of himself with the person he loved. His earlier happiness shattered as he hung his head feeling like a child in front of his father again.
‘Ben, sorry, you are all I have I worry that’s all I am happy for you,’ reaching for his sons’ hand in a rare demonstration of affection.
‘I know dad,’ the car stopped in front of the imposing Wolf Industries building. Climbing out the car he stood a moment on the pavement. ‘Meet you for lunch?’ He glanced at the imposing figure that was his father.
‘Of course, Ben will Mary be joining us,’ he watched the dip of his son’s head. ‘I will get Thelma to make the reservations,’ he stood a moment as he watched his son walk into the building.
‘Good morning Mr Lycos,’ the doorman greeted as he held the door.
Low droning of engines was the only indication that something was about to happen. Although at three am in the morning no one was going to witness the flight never mind comment. The effects of the flight would be far reaching and perhaps one of the greatest atrocities the human race would commit against another race, a race that up until now had remained only in fairy tales.
The boy woke a sheen of sweat coated his skin as his limbs shook. He could feel his bones burning as the room closed in on him. A cool cloth caressed his skin as his parent’s encouragement filled his ears although they spoke quietly it felt so loud. He let out a scream as his entire body shifted at the same time all coherent thought left him as a vicious snarl escaped his lips.
Leaping from the bed to the floor he flew from the room crashing through the house as his parents panicked voices called after him, but he couldn’t stop something was driving him on. He ran across fields and there they were he yelped in pleasure.
They gambled across fields, through woods killing sheep as they went. The sound of sirens a distant irritant as they ran their energy until they were spent, collapsing onto the soft earth. There pursuers left to stand scratching their heads in bewilderment as they surveyed the twenty teenagers naked covered in blood, all were dead.
The news reports flooded the media as the strange reports of wolves and naked teenagers roaming the English countryside consumed all the channels as the strange phenomenon appeared all over the country. By the end over twenty percent of the United Kingdom’s teenage population would be dead, Scotland being hardest hit. Not a single family escaped, damaged by the illness that swept through the young population. A race would be on the verge of extinction. Those that survived would be hunted down and destroyed. As the purge concluded in England, similar projects were implemented by governments, worldwide.
‘Dad have you seen this,’ Ben barged into his father’s office ignoring the meeting taking place he picked up the remote and turned the television on. Standing as the news report rolled across the screen.
‘We have been revealed,’ a voice from across the table breathed out in shock. Chairs scraped back as the occupants of the room climbed to their feet.
‘Calm! They will persecute us to extinction,’ another voice declares.
‘Alpha you need to get the boy away from here,’ eyes turn to Ben making him blush with annoyance at being called boy.
‘Gentlemen I suggest we adjourn this meeting and return to our packs. I am sure the government will be in touch shortly. Then we will discuss our next move,’ Murmurs rippled around the room. The door opening as the men left the room. Ben turned the television off and looked to his father.
‘Ben you return home to Mary you know the drill,’
‘Yes father, I don’t like running away,’
‘I know son, but you are too important I can’t let the humans get hold of you or the baby understood,’
‘Yes,’ Ben grumbled but did his fathers bidding. His shoulders slumped as he returned to his office and collected his coat before leaving.