Urban Wolves

It was that time of month again, where the night was dark and silent, the wind nothing but a soft breeze whispering through the new leaf growth on awakening trees. The inky darkness was impaled by the orange glow of artificial lights, the lights blocked out the peaceful glow of winking stars while a far off white glowing moon appeared to be the only thing in the calm night sky.

It would be impossible to call the night silent, tired restless souls wondered about in their cars, believing to be safe in their metal shells, pests hunted for food in trash cans while a lone dog barked at the moon. It might be better to call the time early morning rather then night, but to the two young men running though the empty streets in the deep shadows time had no meaning other then when to go back and be ready for the pain of the shift. The pain of bones breaking and reshaping while muscles lengthen or shorten, organs moving about to be in the right place and teeth became smaller and blunt, unable to tear through skin and bone to reach the soft tender muscles of their prey.

But the freedom was worth it. Feeling the breeze through a thick layer of warm fur, tails moving on their own for balance and soft paws absorbing any and all impact; it was heaven, a heaven only they knew about and shared. They both knew and understood that there were others, others like them who could change with the shifting beautiful moon, but this small unnoticeable town was theirs, their territory and their hunting ground. Dogs both large and small respected the brother wolves, the alpha males of this territory and aloud them to do as they wished, they could meander from garden to garden eating any food left out without the dogs rising their voices in protest.

The best thing to the teenage Weres’ was the lack of rules and restraints that humans had a love for. Their thoughts ran along the same simple lines, their vocabulary nothing more then seven words, ‘sleep’ ‘eat’ ‘play’ ‘run’ ‘bad’ ‘attack’ and ‘mine.’ Those made this time of the month the best thing of their lives, they no longer had to play by others rules. Their routein was always the same. Before the sun goes down they made sure that their foster mother was asleep, it wouldn’t do if she awoke and found them missing. Once the moon was out the night was theirs, they would petrol their territory to make sure no other males tried to take what was theirs.

What else they did in the light of the moon they could never remember fully, they only knew that they were happy and would always be together as brothers. The pain of the change would be overshadowed by the loss of freedom. But they only had to wait another 28 days before they would have their freedom again.