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        "So is this where you get turned?"the boy asks eagerly."No,"she answered cooly."Now where was I,"she pondered,"ahh yes the cottage."

"You son,this Will,is a werewolf?!" I ask shaking."Yes,he's quite a charming boy once you get to know him,"the strange woman says.I lay there thinking the worst possible things I can.Satanic blood rituals,a sacrifice to some god,and just about anything that ends up with me dying."Oh please,you have nothing to fear from us,"she says."how did you know what I was thinking?"I ask,still alittle shaken."I can read minds,"she answers,"But i'm not a werewolf like my son,he was turned..." Just then He stalks in and whispers something harsh into her ear.Then he turns to me and just looks at me like i'm some parasite.After a minute,which seemed like and eternity or me wanting to melt into the floor,he lopes out of the room to do who knows what.

"Was..." "Yes that was him."she says,and then gets up and follows after him.Hmmm so he's the one who attacked me and Marcus,I think.While he was looking at me I was looking him straight in the eye.I also took note of the fact that he was more than good looking.He was beautiful enough to challenge the gods,I thought.His high cheek bones,Finely carved lips,long snow white hair with red tips,and dark green eyes made him look like the devil himself."But why did he single Marcus and me out though," I wonder aloud.