Wolfe Song

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Chapter 5 (v.1) - Tragedy... with a Side of Caribou

Submitted: February 15, 2010

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(Sorry for this being so short... I think the sadness of it all will make up for it :( Ihad a hard time writing this... it was depressing. But necessary for the storyline, I'm afraid...)

Ray drove me back from band practice, dropping me off at my house. He thought about walking me up to the front door, but we both decided that that probably wasn't a very good idea since Drew was in there babysitting Corey. I smiled as he unlocked the car doors, getting out of the car and coming around to open the door for me. I stood up, grabbed my purse, and turned to the front door--Ray was apparently right behind me, and as I turned to go up to my front porch, I jumped. His face was inches from mine, his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight. I had never been this close to him before, which meant Ihad never had the chance to see how really beautiful his face was. His cheekbones were perfectly chiseled, and slightly sunken so that he looked more muscular than starved. His nose was slightly crooked, but that was kind of cute. I stood there staring at him fora moment, and the distance between our lips closed. BeforeI knew it, Ray had his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips pressed gently against ine. We stood there like that for a good twenty seconds, but then he leaned back.

"Sorry," he said, blushing.

"It's fine, really Ray. Idon't mind." I smiled as he blushed even further. "But I have to get inside."

He grinned at me. "Yeah, I have to get home before Dad gets back from hunting in Alaska. I'll see you tomorrow, Rhyan."

"Bye Ray." He hugged me and then got in his car and drove away, leaving me alone on the walkway. Ihalf-skipped up to the steps, putting the key in the lock. I opened the door, smiling and preparing for Corey to tackle me. But there weren't any happy faces to greet me.

Drew and Corey weren't the only people in my living room. "It's your dad, Rhyan," a bloodshot-eyed Drew whispered.

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Tearstained faces filled every square inch of the house, it seemed. My mother was sobbing uncontrollably against Drew's shoulder, and Corey was clinging to Mom's leg, asking over and over again what was wrong. Blaire was in the arms of Steven, whose eyes were glazed over. A bandage covered his left shoulder; apparently he'd been hurt on the hunt. As one of the older members of the Pack gathered Mom into their arms to take their turn comforting her, I approached Drew. a feeling of pain and despair came over me as I looked at his face, twisted in grief.

"Please, Drew... Tell me... What happened? Where's my dad?"

Drew looked at me mournfully, and then he took me by the hand and led me upstairs into my room. We both sat down on the bed, and I waited. He finally spoke.

"According to Steven, they were just finishing up their hunt and getting ready to come home. Your dad heard something in the forest, so he and Steven went to investigate, thinking it might have been another caribou out of the herd they'd just chased. They got closer and closer, but then your dad realized that they had run into a big group of hunters. The hunters saw them before they could get away... I guess they thought he was a bear or something. Steven escaped with just a bullet to the shoulder but... you dad..." He paused, choking up. I knew how to finish this story, though.

"My dad didn't escape."

Drew nodded. I looked down, trying not to start crying. Drew gathered me into his strong arms for a hug, then, and that set it off. I cried into his shoulder for what seemed like forever, but, in reality, was only ten minutes.

After I had run my tear ducts dry, Drew and I went back downstairs, where Blaire, Mom, Corey, and I hugged for a long time. Then Mom turned to Steven, a vengeance in her eyes.

"What did the hunter that killed him look like? This shall not go unpunished."

Steven looked sadly over at my mom, trying to remember. "He had blonde wavy hair, and strikingly blue eyes. His height was about 6'3 or 6'4. He was definitely American, from the accent. And he smelled like our forest, so he probably came from around the Washington area."

Dread spread through my heart. Blonde hair... check. Blue eyes... check. Where had Ray said his dad was going? I thought back to standing with him by his car--it seemed like forever ago.

"But I have to get inside," I remember saying. And Ray's reply....

"Yeah, I have to get home before Dad gets back from hunting in..." Where was it again? I gasped audibly as I remembered the last word of that phrase.

"Alaska." Cold realization stabbed into my heart

Ray Jackson's dad killed my father.



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