Werewolf
Charles Hale wanted to prove he could succeed without inheriting the Alpha position, so he devoted almost all his time to his work on cruise ships.For ten years, I watched him work his way up from deckhand to captain.I was happy to support him and take care of him whenever he needed me.I asked him once, "When are you going to take me out on the water? I want to see the gulls and the huge waves with you."He rolled over, turning his back to me."There are so many passengers on that ship. It's not exactly a place for a date."I didn't say anything. I filed it away and never brought it up again.Then one day, I stumbled across the private photo album he'd kept hidden for years.Thousands of photos, every one taken on deck, with waves and the sunrise in the background.And the same woman in all of them.She had her arms thrown wide, like she was trying to hold the whole ocean.Charles had written little diary entries on the backs of the photos, all the things he wanted to say to her."I cherish every day I get to watch the sea with you. I hope it stays like this forever. The ocean, and you."The most recent photo was dated last week. In it, the sea breeze was tossing her long hair.I quietly shut the cabinet door and locked it again.Then I sat alone on the living room couch and stared at nothing until dawn.I picked up my phone and bought a ticket on an Alaska cruise.After ten years, I thought I could finally stop letting my life revolve around waiting for him to come home.No more crossing days off a calendar. No more checking the weather at sea to make sure he was safe.He didn't want to share his stars and his ocean with me. Fine. I'd go see them on my own, and the wind out there would be mine.
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