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that the spell
used to turn him into a werewolf went wrong. That, along with
changing into a wild animal every full moon, he also gained
immortality. The warlock, unaware of this, thought that he
eventually died of old age, and went on to kill anyone who looked
like his enemy, over and over again anyway. I firmly believe in
this version. I am just as firm in my belief that if you were the
father of all werewolves, you would know it."
    Hearing there was a mad man out
there who wanted him dead because he looked like someone wasn't
much better than if Hadrian wanted him dead because he
actually was the man he was looking for.
    Which story was true? He held back a
groan. Christ. He was starting to believe them.
    "Do you know the man who attacked you?"
Bill asked. "This could easily be a mistake, on his part as well as
ours."
    "How do you mean?"
    Bill held out the softly glowing stone so
that the crescent moon was visible. "Just because your attacker had
this doesn't make him the warlock from the legend. He could've
stolen it, inherited it, be insane enough to think he's the warlock
when he's not. This could be a fake and it most likely
is."
    Mike nodded, following his thoughts.
"Alright, I get it, I get it. He said his name was Hadrian, I can't
remember his last name." And it irked him to no end that he
couldn't. He sent Annie a small glare, entirely blaming
her.
    Bill's already pale face went whiter.
"Vaughan?"
    Like a light clicking on, Mike realized
that was the name. "You know it. You...oh, shit."
    The light clicked off. If the name was
familiar then it meant that Hadrian was either who he said he was,
or just knew his werewolf mythology better than the average
wolf.
    Bill stared down at the still glowing
stone in his hands. "And, Annie already told us about the shadow
soldiers."
    Mike couldn't believe the turnaround of
these people.
    Westley pointed at Mike but kept his
eyes on Bill. "You're not saying that you do think—"
    "I'm not saying anything. Mr. Carter, I
think, for your own safety, you had best stay here."
    Mike clapped his hands together. "As
much I would like to, I have to decline on your offer."
    "Gordon?" Bill gave his pack master a
look that implored him to interfere.
    Gordon grit his teeth. "My hands are tied.
As much as I would like to send you on your way, the chances of you
being the first werewolf are too great. Even if you're not, should
you be killed because we turned you out, consequences would result
where we carry the burden. I'm not having that."
    This couldn’t be happening. He had to make
them see reason. “Listen, I don’t believe for a second that I am
what you think I am. Still, the fact remains that someone is out to
kill me. By being here, I’m putting your whole pack in
danger.”
    “ You’re doing no such thing,”
Gordon said.
    Annie touched his arm. “It’s just us here.
Everyone else is at their own homes. But, we’re strong and fast
enough to keep you safe.”
    Keep him safe. Like he was a child who
needed a babysitter.
    Heavy hands landed on his shoulders. He
looked up and there stood Brock. The man was much more covert than
Mike initially gave him credit for.
    “I have a family. How will you explain
my disappearance?”
    His family didn’t know he was in the area,
nor would they care since, as a psychic, he freaked them out enough
for them to kick him out. However, they didn’t need to know
that.
    “We won’t tell them anything, son. You
wouldn’t want us to endanger your family by involving them, would
you?”
    Mike clenched his jaw. He hadn’t seen
that response coming. “Of course not.”
    Gordon shoved his thumbs into the
pockets of his jeans. “Then that’s all there is to it. You’re a
grown man. I’ll wager you’ll be home before they notice you’re
missing.”
    "This is not over," he hissed.
    Gordon shrugged and nodded over his head to
the giant holding him. "For now, it is. Take him back to the guest
cabin and make sure he stays comfortable."
    Brock