thought.
“Aaron! Where are you?” came Flynn’s voice from nearby.
“I am here” Aaron ran towards Flynn’s voice.
“Where were you? I thought I had lost you” Flynn said in a worried tone.
“I was just…” Aaron held his tongue for a moment. He was not ready to tell Flynn what had just happened. He couldn’t believe it himself.
Flynn was in a hurry.
“Come let’s check on father!” he ran towards his shop and Aaron followed him.
Everyone had left the market by now. It was dead silent. The workers in Zack’s shop had left as well.
Zack was still unconscious.
“Bring some water! We will try to wake him up” Aaron told Flynn who was kneeling next to him.
Flynn went quickly into a smaller room and came back with a glass of water. They sprinkled some water on Zack’s face and he woke up with a jerk. He mumbled something and tried to kick his legs but Flynn asked him to remain calm. After a few seconds Zack realized his left leg was hurting and he held on to it.
“Does it hurt a lot father?” Flynn asked as he saw Zack clenching.
“Just a little” Zack tried to hide his pain.
“Here, Let me help you” Aaron found a piece of clean cloth to wrap Zack’s wound with. Zack clenched again but allowed Aaron to dress the wound. Aaron tried to clean the wound but it was pretty bad. He could see teeth marks on him. The wound was also pretty deep.
“What happened to the beast, did it go away?” Zack’s remembered slowly. “Are you alright Aaron? You are bleeding” Zack noticed the blood stains on Aaron’s shirt.
“Don’t worry father. He is fine. He killed that weather wolf all by himself” Flynn was proud of Aaron.
Aaron smiled faintly. The mention of wolves reminded him about what the lady had said in the book shop.
“Is it true Aaron?” Zack asked. He was surprised.
“Yes Mr. Zack. But I could not have done it without you helping me” Aaron was very grateful for Zack’s help.
“Aaron, you are a son to me. I did what I should have done.” said Zack patting Aaron’s shoulders.
Aaron was lost in thoughts. “Thanks Mr. Zack. Do you know anything about these wolves?”
“Well Yes and no. These nasty creatures are called weather wolves. They are minions of something much more evil. I have heard about them only in tales. I even told stories of them to Flynn” Zack clenched again as Aaron tied the final knot on the wound and then continued, “But till today, I thought they were stories made to scare people to keep them from coming out at night. I don’t know anything more about them.”
Zack tried to get up but he couldn’t. Flynn and Aaron helped stand up. They walked slowly supporting him on their shoulders.
“Show me this weather wolf you killed Aaron. I would like to take a closer look at it” Zack said.
Zack was a brave man and he had proven it this night. If he had not been unconscious, he would have done a great deal of damage to the beast. The three of them stepped outside to look for the dead creature. Its body was fallen at a distance. And it was twisted. Aaron’s sword was still in it.
Aaron and Flynn helped Zack sit on the ledge of the shop and walked towards the dead creature.
“It looks dreadful even though it is dead.” said Flynn.
The sheer size of the creature was scary. It was almost twice the size of any man and seemed to have the strength to tear any living thing into pieces.
Aaron slowly reached for his sword. He held the handle tight and pulled it out with all his strength. The sword was stained black with the creature’s blood. Aaron looked at the sword disgusted.
“It’s not good Aaron.” Zack said suddenly “They might not like it.”
“What do you mean Mr.Zack?” asked Aaron.
“The wolves of course. If they see one of them dead, the others may come back for revenge. We have to do something about it.”
“What can we do?” asked Flynn.
“Let’s bury it” Aaron said coldly. Flynn looked at Aaron, he felt that something