Wolf Head: Men and Boys

Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Men and Boys

Here is a snippet of the Chapter:

Soaking in the sun’s rays, he stands in the middle of the road, letting the blood dry on his legs. The wolf is quiet, curling up after its last remark—its subtle threat—like a lazy dog. In his mind’s eye it lies dormant. Looping his thumb under the shoulder strap of his crossbow, Richard takes a tentative step forward. In response sharp pains race up his skin-stripped legs. He stands still. Closing his eyes, he imagines Stanley.

 

Many years ago, still more boy than man, Richard held back his sobs. The warm throbbing in his hand pounded with an ever swelling intensity. Large blobby tears fell from his reddening face. He looked at it again: the finger bent backward at an unnatural angle along the back of his hand, the joint between the digit and his palm popped in an incautious moment. Grimacing, he stifled his sudden broken cry.

The last swordsman knelt before the child, and reaching out his hand snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s face. Following the hand with his eyes, Richard watched as it drifted back toward Stanley. The man grabbed his own finger, slowly inhaled, exhaled, and then snapped it out of place. Stanley’s finger was twisted in the same gnarly way as the boy’s.

Transfixed by this display, Richard immediately looked into the man’s face. It was empty. Drawing another long, deep breath, Stanley closed his eyes, and in one swift jerk, replaced his finger in its socket. Breathing in deeply, or as deeply as he could, Richard wrapped his hand around the misplaced finger. The knots in his stomach twisted and writhed as he imagined snapping the digit back into place.

Over the panicked crescendo in his mind, Richard heard Stanley’s nearly silent exhale. Following suit, he let his breath go. Inhaling again, he filled his lungs until they burned. Softly allowing the air to flow from him, he felt the pain drift away as well. Again, in and out. Farther away now, he found himself disjoint, separated from the mindless fear and pain of his body. In one quick motion, he pulled his finger forward, resetting it.

 

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Wolf Head

Part   1: The Job
Part   2: Foreboding
Part   3: Aftermath
Part   4: Into the Night
Part   5: The Struggle
Part   6: Expelled
Part   7: Out From the Bones
Part   8: Respite
Part   9: Sunset
Part 10: Transformation
Part 11: The Shepherd
Part 12: The Party
Part 13: The Wolf
Part 14: Partners
Part 15: Foreshadows
Part 16: Freedom
Part 17: Eavesdropping
Part 18: Resolve
Part 19: Men and Boys

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