Omens
He crept into the dark room and closed the door gently, his face to the door. He switched on the light and turned. He gasped at the middle aged woman seated on the sofa with a stern gaze fixed on him. He freaked out...
"Hell... You can't just do that, mom."
She stood up,
"One thing I won't understand is why you crept into your own room."
"Maybe because..."
Words eluded him.
"I'll help you. Maybe because you didn't want to explain where you're coming from at this hour of the day. Check your time. It's 11Pm Elvies. Where did hell are you coming from?"
"Pub --"
"You're drinking? Do I need to remind you that you're just 16..."
"No, I mean school."
She squinched her eyes,
"You were being taught how to turn into a Werewolf on a full moon?"
He grunted and hurried to her. He hugged her tightly, squeezing her wide frame in his 16 years old, skinny chest.
"I love you Mom. I'll just go to sleep now."
She let out an exasperated sigh as he let go of her and hurried to his bed, flinging himself into the rumpled duvet.
"I thought we had an agreement, El..."
"Already in the dream land mom."
He teased in a sing-song voice, burying his smeared face in the clean duvet.
"This is not over, El. We'll sure have a talk in the morning. I have no idea why a 16 years old would keep going into the woods every night with the intention of been bitten by a wolf."
"Not any kind of wolf, mom. An Alpha."
He was raising his head that time.
"I thought you said you were sleeping."
"Now I am."
He went down again into the bed, sniggering.
"Unbelievable."
She walked to the door and got it. Then she hesitated and let it go. She walked to his bed,
"I can't believe I'm doing this"
She mumbled and got to his bed. She leaned into the bed and kissed him on the cheek.
"Remember our talk."
She warned and walked out of the room. She slammed the door.
As soon as she walked out, he sat up,
"She left the light on."
He walked to the switch and turned the light of. He walked back to the bed and climbed into it.
The moon was up, and the thickened coats of dark clouds drifting off its course.
Suddenly, he saw something run past the low roof of his window.
"What's that?"
He gasped and hurried to catch a sight of what it is. But he was too late.
All he could catch was a silhouette drifting into the endless sheet of darkness the moon couldn't gobble up. And yes! He had a growl.
"Weird."
He gave up and rolled down the curtain. He lie on the bed and picked up his phone. He texted,
I GUESS I SAW SOMETHING.
After sending, occasionally he would tap the cold dead screen of the phone for a reply but nothing came.
And though his heart was willing so much to wait for a response, his eyes were weary.
His phone chimed. A message popped up...
I DID TOO.
But his nose was already doing a rhythmic opera.
