The Love Triangle

Late Night Stroll

     I spend hours trying to sleep, but nothing helps. I roll over so many times. I quietly walk back downstairs and go outside. The cool night breeze flows across my bare chest. Chills rush down my spine. I decide a midnight run is exactly what I need. I look up at the moon. I hear howling in my head. My bones crack, and my head juts to the side. I howl loudly and run through the woods.

     It feels absolutely amazing as usual. The wind flowing through my fur. The sounds of animals hooting and cawing all around me. It feels free. I love being a wolf. I know I was freaking out about this originally, but I feel like that was justified. Now, I absolutely fvckin’ love it. I can’t imagine a day without being a wolf.

     I also like the running cause I don’t have to think anymore. I don’t have to think about if I like Carson or like Jace. I don’t have to question if I cheated on Carson. I mean, did I? We aren’t technically a relationship. Really, we haven’t talked about that night since then. We probably should, but everything has happened so fast and I haven’t had the time to really think of it anyway. Damn! I’m thinking about it again. I run faster to try to clear my mind. Even though the training is finished, I still like to run since it clears my mind. I never purposefully saw me liking running, but it just kinda stayed after Jace kept making me run 20+ miles at a time.

     I can’t stop thinking about laying in the grass with Carson and laying in bed with Jace. I don’t know which to choose. Then, my brain keeps spiraling. Should I stay in the Pack? I’m a full member now, but Carson is still a Rogue wolf which means if I wouldn’t be able to date him, so I don’t know what to do. I conjure my wolf’s power and run faster and faster. I want to forget. I want my mind to stop. I trip on a hidden tree root and my chin scrapes against the ground until my head crashes into a tree. “Ugh!!! Ow. My head.”

     I probably should’ve seen that coming. My wolf is stumbling in my head like a drunk frat boy. The world is spinning around me. I think I have some type of concussion. I shift back into human form. I try to stand up, but I immediately fall back down and vomit on the ground. I slowly crawl up and lay against a tree. I don’t feel good right now. I need to call someone. I reach into my pocket and realize I left my cellphone on the dresser. I think to mind-link Carson, but when I try to reach him, everything gets fuzzy and the world starts spinning again. I let out a soft groan. I am just going to have to wait here until I heal. I feel my eyes flutter closed to go to sleep.

     “Samuel!” I jolt awake. I think my concussion has subsided since I can look around without wanting to die in a hole where no one will find me. “Samuel” My vision clears, and I see a ghost in front of me. I jump up into an attack position and snarl at the ghost. “Samuel, look at me. Don’t you know who I am?" I look at the man still ready to attack and my vision remembers the wolf I saw when I was younger.

     “Dad?”

     “It’s me, Samuel.”