mystery of the stolen babies. My heart sank as I watched the victims plead for the safe return of their infants. It sank because I knew there was no hope for them, that their cries were all in vein. Aislen still would not eat, she refused to devour the children like her sisters and her defiance came at a terrible cost. She was pale and on the brink of death. I had to save her. But how could I with her all seeing eyes on me. We all were linked and I was afraid that she could hear my thoughts and knew the true desire of my heart. I kept my thoughts hidden behind walls that I built up in my mind, retreating to the sanctuary of daylight to release them.
While Despina slept she was oblivious to us, our thoughts were ours and I soon discovered that the less of her that I drank the weaker her bond. So when she commissioned her nightly ritual, piercing her wrists and engaging us in communion, I pretended to drink. Aislen was too weak to even let out her tongue to taste a drop. If I did not rescue her now, she would be dead within a few days.
The morning had just broken and the forensic reports confirmed that the paw prints left behind at the hospital were that of a wolf. There was no explanation as to why wolves would steal human babies, it simply did not make sense and the police and forensic scientists were baffled. Widespread panic ensued and the massacre of 1990 resurfaced sending the people into a frenzy. The victims of the theft sought justice creating an opportunity for the Mayor to exploit the vacuum left in wake of their fears. The town was outraged and in their fury they sought vengeance by entering the forests with guns and knives, hunting us, seeking to eradicate us completely. And they were justified because so many parent lost their new born babies to us.
In a few months we had gone from being completely unnoticed, living in harmony with the woodland creatures, to being hunted to the brink of extinction. But as they entered one by one they were slaughtered by a blood thirsty Despina who reveled in taunting and playing with her prey before she cruelly ripped their throats out and drank them dry. For a moment in seemed that this had been her plan all along, to lure them into the woods so that she can have her fun feasting on their life source one by one. She must have known that stealing so many children would have sparked panic, forcing the humans to foolishly venture into the woods to meet their doom. But I still wondered if that was all to her plan. Were we just pawns in a game that she was playing? The more I refrained from drinking her blood, the less I saw her as a protector or as someone to be protected. We were mere slaves to her, fooled into thinking that she was our refuge. Her true face was becoming clearer and she was ugly. Her heart was dark, so dark and wicked. The lack of her intoxicating blood coursing through my body, furnishing my mind with lies, lifted her glamour and I saw her for what she truly was, a hideous beast. Still I had to remain with the pack at least until I figured out a way to get Aislen out of there.
I was patrolling the edge of the forest; the other wolves were deep in the mine. I could not hear their thoughts and they could not hear mine. As I drank from the cool water of a small stream the distant howl of another wolf reverberated throughout the forest and the familiar smell of my mother awoke me. She had returned from having visited her relatives in Kent. The sound made me so happy, I was overwhelmed with emotions. I wanted to embrace her and fill her in on my ordeal. My mother was a nurse at Shadow Falls hospital and the news of the babies had reached her all the way in Kent. As she called out to me, her howls were filled with sorrow, she questioned me and I replied sending her images. It was enough to make her shudder, stopping her in her tracks and soon she and I were on the same mission. She cautioned me to keep her existence a secret from the rest before morphing back to human