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  Tommy once again stared out the window crying to the moon. It was less of a cry this night and more of a plea. What was making him so sad?

  I hadn’t interacted with Tommy during his howling out phase, but this time I needed to. I needed to bond with him immediately. I slowly and tentatively walked over to the giant, grey wolf. His beautiful mane was resting on his head. I knelt down next to him and Tommy turned his head towards me and rested it on my shoulder. Whatever he was feeling inside, somehow my presence was comforting him.

  Tommy walked on all fours out of the room. He continued upstairs and I followed him. He went up to his room and was looking under the bed. I walked over to him, and his nose was nuzzled under the bed. I looked under the bed to see what he was looking for and saw an envelope with pictures. I reached under the bed and picked up the envelope and sat on his bed. I opened the envelope to look at the pictures: it was pictures of us, pictures of my parents, pictures of Tommy and my sister.

  Tommy jumped on the bed and sat next to me. I went through each picture with him slowly. Tears burned my eyes as I went through each photo. I hadn’t taken time to reflect on my family in a very long time. My family was Tommy’s family, and their death affected him the same way it did me. He loved my parents and they loved him. He and my sister’s love was one for the ages. I wondered why it took him to become a werewolf to properly mourn. He and I had never really talked about the day they all died in the car crash. We just went on with our lives and used mixed martial arts as a way to escape.

  I put the pictures down and lay back on the bed and Tommy yawned and put his head on the bed. I decided to talk to him, not like a wolf, but as man. “I miss them Tommy,” I said, “I miss them a lot.”

  Tommy looked up at me.

  I continued, “That day is a blur to me. When you called and told me they were in the hospital—I went into shock. I convinced myself they were dead, even before I even got to the hospital. That was the only way I could deal with it. It’s morbid, but it’s what I had to do. I don’t know how you dealt with it, Tom. You were in the room when my sister died.”

  Tommy moaned. He laid his head on my chest. I quit talking. We both laid there in silence. Right then, right there was the first time Tommy and I mourned together for my family in two years.

  Chapter Fifteen

  After awhile Tommy fell asleep on the bed. I got up quietly; left the room and walked downstairs. I decided to go outside; it had been three days since I had some fresh air. After awhile I decided to go for a light run in the midnight air. I jogged uphill up a winding road. Running uphill always made me feel alive. The air is a lot thinner up in the mountains, so I didn’t push it. I wanted to feel the night.

  I ended up at the all night 7-11 store two miles up. I decided to go in and grab some dogs for Tommy and me. I went to the back where they kept basic items in the freezer. I grabbed a pack of dogs and a pack of buns from the shelf. I went to the condiment aisle and got some Golden’s mustard. Neither Tommy nor I liked ketchup.

  I walked up to the front counter to pay and scanned the magazines while I waited for the guy in front to me to pick out some lottery tickets. I looked at the tabloid magazines and newspapers. One cover read, “Real Vampires Wreak Havoc on Dracula’s Castle.” I laughed. Real vampires my ass! I’ll show you a fucking real life vampire! There was a picture of Dracula’s Castle on the cover of the magazine. As I stared at the cover, I dropped the hot dogs, buns and mustard.

  There it was a white castle with exact same building structure as the one in my vision complete with hill and distinct colored brush. Holy shit! It was the castle to a “T.” Was I supposed to go to Dracula’s castle? Is that little blue man supposed to train me at Dracula’s castle? Where the hell was Dracula’s castle located? I skimmed the article. Transylvania, Romania. Are you fucking kidding me? Could this get any weirder?

  * * *

  I got back and put the hot dogs and buns in the refrigerator and went upstairs to check on Tommy. When I got to his room something was horribly wrong; he wasn’t there. My heart fell to the floor. Tommy was out of his cage! I totally forgot that he was still a werewolf. A werewolf that was capable of killing anything or anyone in a blink of an eye.

  What was I thinking? How could I be so careless? I had let Tommy out and whatever happens is my fault. I went through the cabin looking for him. I yelled out his name. Nothing. I went outside and looked in every direction. Nothing. I decided to head up towards the woods, I don’t know why that made the most sense, but it did.

  I yelled out his name as I hurried deeper into the woods. I heard rustling in the bushes ahead of me and then I heard a familiar growl.

  “Tommy!” I yelled. “Stop whatever your doing! STOP!” I was praying there wasn’t something awful behind that bush. I ran around the bush to see the potential massacre. There he was, Tommy—by himself. And he had obviously relieved himself. He looked at me as if to say, ‘Really dude?’

  “Let’s get back, Tommy.” I said in a command. As we walked back, I said to him repeatedly, “I didn’t know, bro.”

  When we got back to the house, it was 4:30 am. The sun was going to be up in two hours and I would have to wait a whole month for another full moon. So Tommy and I needed to get to work. If my vision was right—or if I interpreted it correctly, Tommy should be able to transition the way Mani can.

  Right now, there is an immense amount of trust between us. He went outside and didn’t have the need to kill. As far as I could tell—he didn’t even harm a small animal, not even an insect. I truly believed in my heart of hearts he had been tamed to a certain extent.

  I looked at Tommy. How was I going to take this up to the next level? How was I going to get Tommy to a place where he can transition the way a Mani could? Everything up to this point had just come to me. Almost as if the Triat was speaking through me. Now, I felt like I was dangling. I hadn’t a clue.

  I sat on the couch and just closed my eyes. Tommy jumped on the couch and lay next to me with his giant werewolf body. The only thing that made any sense to me was to talk to him as Tommy my friend—not Tommy the werewolf.

  “So, what now?” I asked him. Tommy looked up at me and seemed desperate for me to have some answers as if to say, “You don’t know? We have accomplished all of this, and now you’re stumped?

  “I know, Tommy. I am stumped,” I said.

  I looked at this werewolf. He was quite the creature. If I didn’t know it was Tommy, I’d be scared to death. This killing machine looked ready to tear everything and anything from limb to limb. Are we supposed to go out and fight? Or are we suppose to bond in another way? I had no idea. Well, that question will be answered soon enough.

  Tommy’s ears rose up and he ran to the door. Suddenly, I heard howls, but they were not coming from Tommy. I ran to the windows and saw something awful outside. As the full moonlight landed on the earth– I saw what it was. It was five werewolves as big as Tommy or bigger creeping up to the cabin, and I could see a sixth one in the distance. One of the werewolves was almost twice as big as the others. These must be the Carni from the other night. And the gigantic black one must be Goliath. He was already scary-as-hell-looking as a Carni, but as a werewolf, he looked like something out of the book of Revelations.

  I looked at Tommy, “What should we do?” I whispered.

  “I don’t know,” Tommy said back.

  At first, I didn’t realized what just happened. Then it became very clear to me. I’d just heard Tommy’s voice or did I imagine that?

  “You didn’t imagine anything, Josiah,” Tommy said to me. He was staring at me. His mouth wasn’t moving. I could hear his thoughts.

  “We can read each other’s minds?” I asked Tommy in my head.

  “You always had the ability to read my mind, but now I can read yours.” Tommy said through his thoughts.

  “This is fucking huge,” I whispered out loud. “But we really need to talk about this later.”

  “Josiah, talk to me in your h
ead. They will hear you. Werewolves have keen hearing.”

  “How do they know we’re here?” I thought to Tommy.

  “This place wasn’t exactly a secret,” Tommy replied, looking at me.

  “We have two choices. We can run, or we can fight.”

  “I choose fight.” Tommy said. He wanted payback. Who could blame him?

  “We are horribly outnumbered.” I said. “If we choose to fight, we’ll need to isolate them.”

  “We cannot allow them to attack us a pack.” Tommy agreed. We were on the same page. This wasn’t going to be a Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid going out in a blaze of glory. We needed to be smart about this.

  “We need to split up,” I said. I figured Tommy and I could use our thoughts as walkie-talkies.

  I peeked out the window. The wolves were making their move on the house. “I’m going to transition to the eagle and fly out back. You go upstairs and climb out the window and get on the roof.”

  “Josiah, whatever happens. Please don’t leave me here.”

  “Tommy, there would be no way I would. I’ll die here tonight if I have to.”

  Tommy nodded and headed quickly upstairs.

  I ran out the back and transitioned into the eagle as I hit the back porch. I flew up by gliding my wings just high enough that the wolves couldn’t see me. I circled and looked down. I saw Tommy climb out his bedroom window and leap in one quick motion to the roof by bouncing from the tree at the side of the house to the roof—like a ninja.

  “This is a good plan,” I thought.

  “I doubt all of them will come here at once,” Tommy thought back.

  “Good, we can still hear each other. I see a wolf by himself about three houses down, he must had pulled back to be some kind of look out. I’m going to go down to him.”

  “Be careful,” Tommy said.

  “I’m going to see how I measure up to one of the assholes at full werewolf.”

  I spread my wings and felt the wind underneath me. Damn it felt awesome to be an eagle. I sped down in a quick motion beak first and I aimed my mouth directly into the giant dog’s back. I nailed him like a linebacker blitzing a quarterback. The beast flew forward. The wolf was black and white in appearance and I was having trouble seeing him in the dark. I needed to remain an eagle because my eagle eyesight was off the charts. So this fight was going to be ‘eagle vs. wolf.’

  The wolf turned around and I flew up about 20 feet over his head. I once again sliced down and pierced him hard, this time in his left front leg tearing into his flesh down to bone. He fell over in pain, crying and howling like a puppy that got spanked for peeing on the carpet. The wolf hobbled into the middle of the street when a giant truck came flying down the street. My heart sank as the truck slammed into the black and white wolf. As this happened, I flew up again and watched the wolf lie in the street. I didn’t like killing anything, but now I had no choice. It was kill or be killed.

  Nonetheless, I flew down to try help it. I was too late. The wolf had vanished. Dammit, I killed him. The truck driver stopped his semi and stepped out to see what he had hit. He seemed bewildered when he saw there was nothing there. The werewolf disappeared just as Atticai had months earlier.

  I flew up and I saw Tommy on the roof. There was a white wolf crawling up the side of the house ready to leap from the drainage pipe. As far as I could tell it was just one. Tommy was highly aware of the beast. As the white wolf slipped up the side of the house and made its way to the top of the roof. Tommy didn’t let him get situated, Tommy slammed into the wolf with a fierce throttle and the white wolf did a backwards somersault falling off the roof. The wolf landed on its back on the grass below. I flew down and grabbed the injured wolf with my talons. I flew away as fast as I could. I thought about dropping him in Arrowhead Lake, but watching the last one die made me nauseous. I dropped the wolf into some brush. Maybe the brush broke his fall, maybe it didn’t. At least this way I was giving him a fighting chance.

  Back to the house. The wolves now were down to four. I glided up to the roof where Tommy was. I landed next to him, “Good job, Tommy!”

  Tommy panted proudly, “Where’s Goliath?”

  “I don’t know.” Suddenly, I saw two more wolves going up the side of the house. “Tommy! Watch out!” I yelled out loud.

  Tommy saw that there were two of them. “I might need your help.”

  “I’m already on it.” They were both brown, so I could see them reasonably well. I transitioned back my Mani form to be more agile. Both wolves jumped on the roof at the same time. I flew up in the air as a Mani to have elevation on them.

  Tommy held his ground in the center of the roof.

  The first brown wolf leaped on top of him, with the other not too far behind. Not on my watch. I flew down and kicked the second wolf right in the face before he could land on Tommy. I fell backwards on contact and slipped on the roof. The wolf, dazed, turned and leaped on me. It was trying to bite me. This creature was ferociously strong, but I was stronger. I reversed the wolf MMA style and was on top of him—riding him like fucking bull. I slammed my elbow into the back of the wolf’s neck. It reached back to claw me from behind. I grabbed the wolf by its neck and had an amazing hold—choking him out. I knew I could have killed the wolf with my bare hands, but didn’t want to see him die. I threw him off the roof and didn’t bother to look down. The creature sealed his fate coming here. The Triat will allow me to defend myself when I was clearly outnumbered.

  I looked over and saw the fourth wolf make his way to the roof. Still no Goliath; that big ape probably couldn’t climb up the side of the roof. The fourth werewolf was the smallest of the bunch and was completely white. Child’s play. Still, Tommy was outnumbered 2-1. I transitioned back to the eagle in midair. I darted down again with more force and speed than I had ever before. I was really feeling it. Tommy was doing a great job fighting the other brown wolf one-on-one. So my only goal was to spear this white wolf in his back. My beak was more powerful than a sword at this speed. As I flew down the wolf leaped out of the way, I hit the roof like a pile of bricks and slid as I hit the shingles falling off the roof landing right in front of Goliath. Holy Shit! He was Huge!

  I quickly transitioned back to a Mani and Goliath seemed to like that. His eyes sparkled like I was a steak. I wasn’t as hurt as I thought I’d be falling twenty-five feet. Eagles were pretty tough I guess, but I needn’t to worry about that at the moment because I was now a Mani. This was definitely your classic David vs. Goliath matchup. I was tiny compared to the mammoth werewolf. I looked over and saw a motorcycle parked next door. I needed to use everything I had and this was as good of time as any to do try to do that moving shit with my mind business. I looked at the motorcycle, connected with it, and with a quick glance I shot the motorcycle across the grass and rammed right into Goliath’s back. Woo Hoo! I controlled it! Goliath yelped. The motorcycle did some major damage. Goliath wasn’t moving at all but he was definitely still alive. I left him there yelping and made my way back up to the roof to help Tommy. Thank God Tommy was holding his own battling the two werewolves.

  “It’s about time you showed up,” Tommy said shooting a look in my direction.

  I yelled out loud, “Sorry, I was just throwing an 800 pound motorcycle at Goliath with my mind.”

  “Impressive,” Tommy then smacked the white wolf with his left claw. “Take the one on the right, I got this little shit.”

  “Always leave me with the hard work,” I said charging the wolf on the right. As I ran forward, the wolf also charged into me. It was going to be ‘Mani vs werewolf” in an old school football collision. We collided into each other like a car crash. I bit down with my razor sharp incisors and chomped him in the neck on contact. He never saw it coming. And with my left arm, I uppercut the wolf in the chin. The wolf stumbled backwards nearly falling off the roof stopping just short. It turned around and I greeted him with a round house kick. The wolf fell to the ground below. I turned my head to not watch h
im die. I turned my head back to Tommy where he was fighting his wolf something reminiscent to the Lion King.

  Tommy was able to bite the wolf in the front of its neck. The wolf yelped as they did when they felt pain. Tommy didn’t let up. He bit down and with his right claw he punched the wolf as hard as he could with his claws extended. Tommy’s claws went deep into the wolf’s stomach. Blood poured from his mouth and abdomen. Within seconds—the wolf disappeared.

  There were just Goliath left. I looked up at the sky and I saw the sun was coming up. Goliath and Tommy will turn back, shortly. Sure enough, Tommy was lying on the roof in his boxers soaked.

  “Let’s get out of here, Tommy.” I transition into the great white eagle and grabbed Tommy with my talons and headed down the mountain with Tommy in claw. I didn’t see Goliath as we exited. It was probably better that way.

  Chapter Sixteen

  As I flew down to my house, I dropped Tommy on my front lawn and landed beside him—transitioning back to a Mani. The morning air had dried Tommy off, but he still stunk of sweat.

  “Well, Tommy. How do you feel?” Tommy looked at me and didn’t say anything. “Are you answering me in your mind?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” Tommy laughed.

  “I can’t hear you anymore,” I said. “Can you hear my thoughts?”

  Tommy focused on me. “No,” Tommy said.