Is he truly the only wolf-shifter on Earth?
Short Story – Not available in print.
After being front and center in an epic struggle to save humankind from a dark evil, Tevy Royan yearns to understand his purpose during the peaceful interlude that follows. His sister, his only remaining family, is married now with children of her own.
He’s human and he’s wolf, yet not wholly either one. Surrounded by a village full of love, he’s still lonely. Is there no one meant for him?
Heading out on a journey of soul-searching exploration, he finds the best in life…and the worst.
Last came the hardest goodbye. Tevy walked into Erianth’s arms. Their hug was short, but she rubbed her hands along his arms over and over, as if unwilling to let go of that final touch.
“Try to send word if you can.”
He leaned back to look at her.
“No pressure. But, you know, if you can.”
Tevy hugged her again. “I will. Love you, Sis. You take care of yourself, too. And that brood of yours.”
She laughed through tears now falling freely.
Tevy lifted his carry-sack onto his shoulder and waved to everyone, stepping away. Before he entered the woods, he turned for one last look at the village gathered to see him off. The village where he’d spent his whole life. His safe place. Tears streamed down his face now, too. Still, he plastered a Tevy smile on his face and waved one more time before turning to walk down the path.
Be safe, Erianth mind-spoke in the way they could with each other. He would miss that once he got too far away to hear her. He would miss her voice.
He stopped at the Remembrance Fields, squatting down beside his brother’s marker. “Take care of them, Uja. Take care of her.”
He stood, gazing around at all the markers, all the people who had sacrificed themselves for humanity’s sake, and bowed his head in homage. Then, with nothing left to keep him, he strode out of New Hope, around Valor Lake, then turned northwest, having decided sometime during the night that was the direction to follow.
As he walked away from the only life he’d ever known, sadness gave way to hope, and finally, excitement snuck in. Tevy began to run, not away from his life, but toward his future. He took off his clothes and stuffed them in his pack. Then, mid-stride, he shifted to the tan wolf that held the true essence of Tevy Royan. Grasping his backpack in his mouth, he sped up. Sped away. Sped onward to new possibilities.