"You won't be safe with me," he called. "You need to stay here until I can figure out how to keep you safe from..." He looked down at his arm where the wolf, my father, had bitten him.
After all we had been through. The engagement to Henry, the wolf, the elephant, the villiage thinking that I was a witch, even me thinking that he was the wolf and cutting him, only to find that it was my father who was the wolf. We weighted my father to the bottom of the lake. The lies from my father, from my mother, my sister, Prudence, everyone, and Peter... Peter was truthful, throughout the entire time. Would I really want to let this go? Let Peter go because of a bite?
"Let me come with you," I yelled, clutching my red cloak to me in the chill weather.
"Valerie, I don't think that that would be a good idea," he replied.
"I don't care. You won't hurt me, Peter," I said.
He rowed the boat towards the edge of the snow covered ground. He kissed me on the forehead, slightly shivering. "Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Take me with you, Peter. There's nothing left for me here."
He helped me into the boat and we went to a place far away. Farther than my mother could guess and farther out than anyone could find us. We sat there in a cabin, waiting. That was all we could do. Wait for nightfall. The moon was his enemy.
It was growing dark and I was running for a place to hide as he ran out of the cabin. His screams echoed in my head as I knew he was shifting in the moonlight. I cried for him, wishing that I could help him. Until he knew how to control his wolf.
Night after night, it went like this. I couldn't help him. I couldn't save him. Oh, how I wish I could have saved him. His pain was unbearable.
One night, the screams existed no more. He just let it happen. That night, I heard his breathing outside the front door. Short, and uneven. I opened the door a little and he caught his breath. I wanted to reach out and touch him... to feel his fur... to be close to him.
"Peter..." I breathed. His head tilted to the side. He stared straight into my eyes. "What?" I asked. He exhaled sharply. Was he confused? I don't know. "I'm not afraid of you, Peter. You won't hurt me."
He turned around and laid in front of the steps that lead up to our porch. I sat next to him.
It was going to be a long night.