Patty Liu - Silent Reflections

The sun was setting. The sky was a pinkish gray with tinges of blue and purple. The lighting was getting dim and Bon was having a hard time seeing anything. He hated this time of day. His eyes could never adjust to it. He made his way into the trees of the Red Riding Hood forest and promptly sat down on a stump. That damn Wolf had done it again. He had beaten him for the umpteenth time. Bon raised his head and gave a frustrated growl mixed with a howl. Tazzies had mostly wolf blood but the cunning agility and brains of a regular wolf were missing. No one really knew where they’d originated from. They’d just come into being and had always been known as the tazmanian wolves. But they were also always considered outsiders. Not wolf, but not human either.

Bon’s anger grew as he sat in silence and contemplated his next move. He had been so close. He had been enjoying himself immensely thinking that Wolf had been drowned. He should have throttled Wolf when he’d had the chance. Bon growled to himself. Damn that half-breed. Just because he looks more human, the humans have accepted him. And since that whole saving of the Fourth Kingdom, Wolf has been considered a hero. Bon wanted to tear his brains out! The nerve of that ingrate!

“Bon, did you get it accomplished?”

Bon looked up at the voice. He recognized it immediately as belonging to the sire. His nerves immediately became annoyed. What did the old bastard want now?

“Greetings, Sire,” he snarled sarcastically. The sire paid no attention to his rudeness.

“Well? Is that Wolf dead?”

“I regret to say, Sire, Wolf is still alive. I was so close. But he escaped.”

“You fool! You can never do anything right! If my son, Tad was still around, he would’ve completed this task in quick haste. Aye, Bon, you disappoint me. I thought for sure the bing bug spell would’ve have worked. Didn’t you ring that brass thing you had with you?”

“Sire, it did work. Wolf was just too sly. He tricked me. And yes, if Tad were still around, he would’ve had Wolf whimpering in his hands. I miss him too, Sire,” Bon lied through his gnarled teeth.

“No matter now. We will try again. Where are they?” the sire asked.

“I don’t know, Sire.”

The sire gave a loud sigh and put his large paw of a hand on Bon’s shoulder. “Bon, perhaps you shall need some assistance?”

Bon raised his head and gave the sire a blank look. The sire ignored it and began pacing.

“We will track their scent, Bon. I will participate in this sweet revenge. We will have our chance again.”

Bon hated interference but he couldn’t let the sire know that. He rolled his eyes and agreed that assistance might be needed.