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Silk Threads (CA - Silas & Zander)

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His answer sounded suspicious - some part of me thought maybe it wasn't too late to turn around and make it to bed... But that was a quiet part. Mostly, every inch of me felt like it was thrumming with energy.

"That was a joke," Mostly - although now I had a suspicion this guy didn't have an issue with a double-coat like I did.

"What did you mean by loner, rogue, and hunter? It sounds like stuff in a high-fantasy novel, not well..." I motioned vaguely to the empty, dark roads of encroaching suburbia, "You know, this".

I chuckled.

Baby steps. It was easy to take something so well known to you for granted.

"Loner.. basically means not dedicated to a pack, clan, faction, whatever. For all extensive purposes, you're considered a loner." I made another turn, this time onto the frontage road.

"Not a menace to the general public under normal circumstances, but loners need to stay on their toes. You don't always know when you step foot in someones territory right away. You would be surprised how many places have boundaries placed down already."

I took the answer with a shrug. I guess I'd always been the oddball out growing up, so it sounded about right I was a loner in this one too.

"Okay - then what about the others? Rogue, hunter.. uh... you mentioned a pack? You mean like wolf-packs on national geographic, with like a dominant couple and their progeny?"

"Rogue's are usually what we call a lone werewolf that's newly changed and unable to control their abilities... they tend to cause the most problems for just about everyone, and are usually, uh, dealt with swiftly."

I went on to explain that packs usually weren't usually anything like National Geographic, that they could be anything from a social gathering of acquaintances, or solely made up of blood relatives, and it was a rather vague term.

"Eeh, hunters..." I tilted my head and sucked in a sigh between my teeth. "We'll get to that later. What do you know about your parents? Anything?"

I listened to Silas babble on about wolf pack structures, but something cold was crawling in my spine from the last piece of news on rogue werewolves.  In the first year, when I had those lapses in memories on the nights of fullmoons.... Nothing had happened, but it could have.  And my brain was sticking on dealt with swiftly - and I didn't want to know what that meant.

Silas startled me back with his question, "Huh? My birth parents you mean? Not much. It was a closed adoption so there's no identifying information on them.  But want to hear something weird? Once I found this like, historical lunar calendar... Anyways. I was born September 1st, 1974.  Which was a full moon. Soo.... I would guess whoever my mom was, she probably wasn't a werewolf because I'm pretty sure that I was born in a hospital".

Huh. You have a birth certificate? That would rule it out. It’ll have the hospital listed...” I screwed my face up as the terrifying image of a werewolf woman in labor flashed briefly, “-otherwise, uh, your dad was probably the midwife.”

This kid could talk. And I appreciated it. I had to stay awake.

“You think about this stuff a lot don’t you?”

Thomas said that meeting time and place had been arranged. I just had to negotiate the.. details of the contract, pay, resources. Speaking of hunters, kid… 

I laughed. “I was born September second, nineteen-seventy. So close. Check that calendar sometime and let me know what moon it was.”

It must have been obvious from my face, I guess. I shrugged, "I guess so. At least for the last uuum.... three years now?"

I was watching the lights pass by on the road.  They were becoming fewer and further between.  Wherever this guy needed to go seemed to be a ways out of the city.

"Do you know what it's like for everyone to think you're crazy or had some mental break? It's.... trust me, you're looking for answers anywhere you can find them".

I laughed absently, "I'll check it out next time.  Think your mom had you on a full moon too?"

I looked out the window again and couldn't see a single headlight. I frowned, "We almost there?"

“Wouldn’t matter if she did. She had us all at home. Both of my parents are werewolves.”

Now I looked at him, then at the clock, lit up in green. “Sure. About… three hours to go.” I shrugged and turned the music up a bit more.

“So, soon after your first change. You knew what you were before that though?”

"Huh?" I slow-blinked to Silas' question, as though wondering if there was some secret meaning to it.

Except, maybe to a person whose parents were werewolves, not knowing might be kind of inconceivable. I grew up in a world where there were humans and there were animals and there weren't things in between them. He grew up in a world that my world just thought were horror movies.

"No, Jack - I had no idea. My adoptive parents are history professors. This was all sort of... out of their jurisdiction.  Anything weird that was happening just before - well, I figured that was just puberty".

I shrugged awkwardly, "I mean I guess it kind of was - but anyways..."

"Your parents must be saints." I blinked in surprise. I was also impressed he didn't mention anything about the drive being longer than he was probably anticipating. I still had to decide where I was going to leave him when I went to deal with these guys. Bringing one werewolf to a negotiation with a hunter was one thing. Bringing along an extra, they'd look at me and go, man, this guys a chump. Thunk.

Or I could bring Zander with me-I doubled back on my own thoughts. No. We just went over this-bad idea.

If I remembered right, there was a little truck stop and hotel a little over half way he could wait at. And-worst case scenario-he could hitch a ride with a trucker back pretty easily.

"Do you remember much of those first transformations?"

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