Passage Five

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     “Yeah, how did you know?”
“There was this man on T.V. who said werewolves were among us, and that he and a friend were going to capture one for proof when people started laughing at him,” May sighed, tears growing in her eyes.
I jogged up the stairs to my room. It had changed since the last month I had been there. No more posters of famous stars were hanging on the walls, the mini T.V. had been unhooked and probably brought to May’s room, my stash of papers and pencils had been discovered, and tossed randomly around my bed. My bed had no more covers; instead, there was a mattress and a little sheet of cloth over the mattress. It looked like the place hadn’t been cleaned in millennia! I sighed; picked up the covers I found on the floor and threw them back on the bed. I picked out each pencil and drawn on paper. I found a piece of scrap paper showing a very detailed, lifelike, picture of a cat. Another picture was of a wolf. Not a werewolf, just a regular wolf. I had forgotten what life I had without being in wolf form. I shoved them in a bag, and headed down the stairs.

“Since you’re here Lillian, can you go down to the shop and buy these things for me?” May asked, holding out a piece of paper with a bunch of words scratched on to it. They had the simple ‘milk’ and ‘bread’ but also things like ‘cottage cheese from the CheddarMice brand’ and weird things like that.
I grabbed the paper, stuffed it into my bag, and jogged outside. I grabbed Tanya before going, because as werewolves, we always needed a buddy to come with us everywhere.
We headed down the bumpy, old road which led to the forest. The forest was a faster way to the grocery store. We headed off the sidewalk onto the dirt path and headed for the trees. Just then, a car went bumpity bump down the road, and carrying up water from the side of the path, splashed me and Tanya in the face.
“Stupid car drivers,” she muttered, and we quickly ran for the shelter of the trees.
We transformed into wolves just in time to sniff out a familiar rotten stench, Tony and Fred were back. We rushed under some bushes and quickly slipped through two tree trunks where they couldn’t spot us.
“Tony, you’d better get that gun loaded. We have company,” Fred laughed manically, pulling out a mini pistol.