W is for Wolf

WThe shrill ringing of the telephone woke Rebekkah. She had been dozing in front of the fire with her big grey wolf of a dog. Last night had been her first evening out since getting home for the Christmas break, and she had made up for lost time. She was in her final year studying Kineseology and this was her first trip home since September.

She glanced at the clock – 3pm already – then reached for the phone. “Hello, Rebekkah Redmoor, who’s calling?”

“Good afternoon Ms Redmoor. This is Able Alarms calling. We have an alert from Mrs Forsyth. We called her home but got no reply. This number is listed as our emergency contact.” The caller was polite and efficient.

“Yeah, that’s my Grannie. What d’you want me to do?”

“Ms Redmoor, we require a confirmation of an incident before we can contact authorities. We have had several false calls from this residence recently. No need to put yourself in any danger.” The tone had changed. Still polite, but now with an assertive, authoritative air.

Rebekkah said she would check, and hung up. She looked outside – snowing. She considered her options. Grannie had no cell phone, and they said they’d already called the house. She could call her parents, but they would be seriously pissed. This was their anniversary and they had taken off for a romantic weekend, leaving her in charge. At 21 she was more than capable, and they trusted her to deal with things responsibly. That came with the territory as a Redmoor.

With no alternatives, she trudged to the kitchen to winter-up, donning her red Canada Goose jacket, winter boots and gloves. She pulled a red toque over her curly auburn hair. She whistled to the hound. “Wolfie, come boy”.

Together they headed out into the afternoon snowstorm. Wolfie didn’t seem to notice – to the Malamute this was like a summer’s day. They trudged down the lane, passing a vacant lot being cleared for a new home. Rebekkah had to step around a red Dodge truck, but didn’t see anyone. Her Grannie’s house was down the next driveway on the left.

Reaching the house, Rebekkah saw that there was a dim light glowing behind the curtained room to the right – Grannie’s bedroom. She muttered to herself, “Old biddy’s probably turned her hearing aid off.”

She opened the door and stepped inside, banging her boots clear of snow. She told Wolfie to wait outside – he would make too much mess in the small cottage and she didn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up after him.

“Grannie, you awake?” Rebekkah called. She stepped towards the front bedroom.

No reply.

“You okay, Grannie? The alarm company called, said they couldn’t reach you,” Rebekkah called out.

A voice spoke, “Oh, you know,” the replying voice wavered. Grannie’s voice sounded hoarse – maybe she had a cold?

Rebekkah moved into the bedroom and reached for the light switch. Nothing happened. “Grannie, did a bulb go?”

A hand grabbed at her wrist and yanked her into the room. She was spun around so that her back was to her attacker. The man was strong, and smelt of wood and sweat. His encircling arms pinned her. She felt his breath on her neck. “My, what a pretty young thing,” he breathed. His hands groped her, “Not such a little girl either,” he declared.

Rebekkah lifted her foot and stamped down hard on the shin behind her. Momentarily free, she swung her clenched fist upwards into the face at her shoulder, then spun free and swung a mighty kick into the man’s groin. He doubled over, and she made her escape.

The man recovered quickly, protected somewhat by his woodcutter gear He stumbled after her and grabbed her as she left the house. Pinning her once more, he snarled at her, “You like it rough? I’ll show you rough.” He lifted her bodily off her feet. As he turned back towards the house, he stopped. Standing between him and the door was a huge beast – it looked like a wolf. The animal bared its teeth and gave a guttural growl, then leapt at the man.

He dropped Rebekkah to fight off the beast,. Wolfie sank his teeth into the man’s arm and shook him like a tug toy.

“Good boy, Wolfie. Hold him there,” said Rebekkah. She took Wolfie’s leash and quickly bound the woodcutter, hand and feet.

Rebekkah stared down at the restrained man. “Yeah, I like it rough, but I prefer bondage, and I like to be in charge.”

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