Update for The Boy Who Cried Werewolf-- Chapter 66: The Boy Who Cried Werewolf
Wendy and Dipper find each other again. Wendy tried to kill Dipper, but at least they're together again, eh?
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Dipper spent a restless night. He always did when Wendy wasn’t there to hold him, but this night was different. Not only was Wendy now gone from his life, but noises outside of the cabin disturbed his sleep further.
The random honking and screeching of geese trying to breach the protective barriers krpt him awake. The awful, howling scream of that damned wolf kept hum from rest. What dreams he had were plagued with wolves, sirens, black geese, and Wendy in peril…and he being powerless to help her.
When he rose the next morning, Dipper was exhausted.
It was early. Still grey outside. It would be hours before the others would arrive to sit shiva with him. Well, he couldn’t sleep, so he thought he’d go out and exercise. Perhaps time enough for a quick swim? He’d have to make it fast, though.
Dipper dressed and grabbed a towel and headed out the door. As he was about to leave, he paused. He grabbed his M1-carbine ray gun, and the hunting knife Dan had given him. After all, you never know.
Wendy came across a familiar scent. Hunt…hunt…hunt…! She knew it very well, in fact. The scent…the terrain…the woods here. She followed his scent. After he separated from the other one, she followed each of them. To an old familiar place…a place where she’d been a puppy? Then, to a new familiar place…a place she couldn’t quite get near. Something was keeping her away. But she could see. She could hear. She could smell. She saw the great black geese try to approach, but they could not, repelled as if by an invisible dome.
She tried to approach. A force seemed to push her back, slow her down. The closer she got, the slower she went, the heavier she felt. But she could see…she could hear…she could smell…. She knew he was there. And she knew that, somehow, this was her lair. Her earth. Why was he there? He also belonged. But he was hers, too. How did she know this? She wasn’t sure.
Wendy circled around and around the house. She watched more figures arrive. She watched them depart. She watched them go to the other familiar place. She watched some of them return to this place.
She had been able to go right up to the Old Place. She should have leapt into one of the open windows and taken what she needed…but…what? Sentiment? She missed her chance.
Now she stood, concealed in the brush, unable to approach the New Place. She could see it. She could hear it. She could smell it. But she couldn’t draw near.
What to do? What to do?
Wait…stalk..wait…stalk…. Ambush....
