Waxing Crescent

I lay wide awake glaring at the timber ceiling. William had been gone for six months searching for the wolf with the remainder of Lawder's army; William was the town’s wolf protector, he was the soldier that protected everyone and the accountability stood well upon his shoulders.   Since the wolf attacked the town six months ago he had taken his army up into the mountains following its tracks. Unbeknownst to them the wolf was my father and I killed him with a silver blade to the back when he tried to attack myself and my little sister Sophie in the woods near grandma’s cottage after he  killed her, his own mother. She tried her best to protect us using her shot gun to keep the wolf at bay until we clambered up the tree where we then got onto the roof of her cottage at a height advantage. Only silver could harm a lycanthrope. In my dreams i can still hear her blood curdling scream, the smell of him was a foul odour like when grandma use to hang the rabbits she caught in her traps before preparing them for cooking her stew for too long it reminded me of death. My father awaited on us throughout the night i could hear his gravily voice in my head trying to coax me down from the roof until the sun rose and he retreated into the woods.   "My blood runs through your veins Beth, I will  hunt you down. You and your sister. We will become a pack under this new moon you will be even powerful than I am. You can become like me and we will be the family we are supposed to be; Powerful, indestructible and we will show the other packs who rules this land" "What about grandma? Why can’t you turn her? We won’t be a family without her. Sophie is only 8 years old. YOU ARE SCARING HER!" my voice cracked as I whispered knowing he could hear me but not wanting to alarm my grandma letting her know I was able to hear the wolf. His black wolf ears twitched and the golden eyes glanced at grandma from behind a bush as he dodged another bullet from her gun and ran behind a tree letting out a growl.  "Grandma doesn't have the genes, she does not possess the blood she needs to be turned. She is weak, powerless and indisposed. She is old and would not benefit my cause" his golden eyes flickered up at us on the roof, my sister trembling in fear hugging into my side, fearing for her grandma.  I swear I saw his lips curve up into a smile before he lunged at her while she struggled to get 2 more cartridges in her gun, she never stood a chance.