CHAPTER 3

Later that night, Flora begins to see unclear pictures of herself wearing a red cloak. It feels like a dream, with no knowledge of the experiences and events in them. She makes broken look beautiful and strong look invincible, she walks with the universe on her shoulders, carrying them like a pair of wings. In her trance, she sees her dead father, slaying an unknown creature. She never knew what killed her father for she was only seven when he left the corridors of this world. The creature moves aggressively towards her in its attempt to devour its victim. She yells and everywhere goes dark…..

When Enzo woke, the beam of the morning sunlight dawned on him, trying to open his eyes; his vision was blurry as the picture of things became unfolded. He sees blood all around him, looking to the ground he notices he is seeing paws with razor sharp claws in place of hands. He looks behind and sees a tail. He turned into his wolf in the dead of night. Werewolves have no control when they change for the first time, hot tempered and thirsty for their first kill. With the flood of blood around, someone had fallen prey to him. With no memory of how he got here or left Flora, he looks around, and deep in the woods, he spots a trail of blood and follows it.

‘Oh no!’ He howls. ‘Poor Soos.’ His pet deer was the victim. He had devoured it. He runs to a lake nearby, seeing the reflection of what he became.

‘Welcome to the pack my son,’ Earl says, as he walks up to him. He continues, ‘I heard you howl the moment you turned, and have watched over you since then. You should be happy; you are a null no more.’ Enzo pays no mind to his father. He gives him a huge growl, acting pugnacious.

‘Know your place boy.’ Earl barks at him. ‘Am alpha.’ He takes off his clothes and turns into his wolf; he was white and had scars all over his face. In a belligerent manner, Earl tries to get Enzo to submit. But his attempt failed. Then he notices Enzo had red markings around his eyes; the first of their kind. All wolves in the pack bared the white colour gene. Enzo is way bigger than he is, probably the biggest Hobo wolf he had seen. Knowing the meaning of this he takes a bow and changes back to his human form.

‘Albakira!’ He calls him, meaning the ancient god wolf. Enzo turns back to his human form. He tries to get the meaning to what his father called him. But Earl insists they return home.

‘I’ll tell you when the time is right,’ He says.

‘Let’s have a race.’ says Earl. Then they both change, running off in the woods, Enzo could feel each blade of grass beneath his paws. Enjoying the cozy force of the breezing wind, everything was new to Enzo. His senses had heightened to another level. He goes for a loud howl, for the other wolves to hear.

Flora takes a deep gasp waking up. She prays to Ilos to help her know the meaning of the visions and notices Enzo is nowhere to be found. She storms out of her room. Walking down the stairs, she meets her mother.

‘Morning mother.’ She acknowledges her.

‘Indeed, you had one hell of a night, your face shows it all.’ Rose sarcastically speaks.

‘You had a guest last night, I presume?’ Flora walks away from her, avoiding further questions. Rose then raises the pitch of her calm voice ‘I spoke to Sir Gregory earlier and he said nothing of a sort coming here yesterday. ‘Stupid girl!’ She shouts at her. ‘We made a pact, for both of you to get married. How could you dishonour your father’s name.’ her mother continues with the scolding.

‘I don’t love him, I never liked the man.’ Flora speaks. Like a little puppy missing in the woods of danger, she cries, leaving home and running into the woods. Flora goes to where she first met Enzo and calls out for him.

‘Enzo,’ she keeps the yelling. ‘You bastard. Where are you?’ She penetrates the woods even further. ‘Enzo.’ she screams again. Enzo hears her call, leaves his father and races back. With his new senses, he could tell it was Flora from afar. Going at a much faster pace, he dives into a river and changes back to human. He swims towards her direction.

‘Here I am,’ he yells.

She hears him right away. Feeling used, she is filled with rage. Having thoughts of all the possible ways she could beat the crap out of him for leaving.

‘Hey, over here.’ He calls, swimming naked by the river, he walks out. Flora feels an adversary presence in the air, with an instinct in her guts to kill. This feeling is new to her, and she has little knowledge of it. The rush becomes stronger as she looks at Enzo,.

‘You devious prick,’ ‘You left without a word.’ she shouts, with streams of veins running hard on her face.

‘Come take a swim with me and I’ll explain.’ He utters as he goes back into the river. She takes off her clothing and goes in.

‘I never meant to bolt that way. I didn’t want to be seen by anyone. Also, you were tender in your sleep and I wished not to disturb you, my love.’

Flora swims closer to him. She takes a fast strike at his face.

‘Ouch, that hurt,’ Enzo screams.

‘It should. Don’t you ever leave me again?’ she replies, as she pulls him in, for a kiss.

‘Please Don’t.’ She says.

‘I’ll never.’ His arms wrapped around her. ‘I promise.’

Flora takes a peek at him. Looking away, ‘I love you Enzo.’ She smiles.

They swim further in the river. Enzo locks unto her; their feet firm to the ground beneath water and a fall of water served as a curtain. He enters her from behind, holding her short hair firmly. With hard thrust he rams her, splitting her open. The cold water made the sensation much more pleasurable. Her body rocks with massive force. He is much harder than before, with so much fury.

‘Oh yeah!’ ‘You can’t get enough of me, can you?’ says Enzo. He slows down, and Flora leans back, turns sideways jamming her lips against his, riding him in a dance-like manner. With his lips on hers, ‘You’re mine.’ He says.

They can feel their blood racing through their veins; ripples fill the river from each move they make. Enzo feels his wolf howling, and Flora, an instinctively desire within her, she couldn’t explain. They both climax. Still locked in each other’s embrace, they slowly disengage, shaking.

‘I guess we were made for each other,’ he breathes hard while talking.

‘I feel the same way too.’ Flora gives an orgasmic pant.

Making lofty promises to one another, they both swim around the river; the cool waters reviving their lost strength. With the cold air feeling their lungs, they play happily. Enzo is a null no more. Flora on the other hand deeply in love with Enzo, but unacquainted to her new self. Laughter filled their voices, but they knew not what fate

holds for them.