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<p>Checking and rechecking her calendar over and over again, Opal Boone was disappointed and frustrated to see that there was no full moon in sight until at least another two weeks. Why was the lunar cycle doing this to her? She had decided to steer away from her Vampire theory in regards to Henry’s whereabouts. She would get back to that in time but for now her new passion was werewolves. If she was right, and she was sure there was a fifty-fifty chance she was, her brother could be a wolf-man. There were different types of lore out there that were conflicted on just how one might become a beast that bayed at the moon and ate babies and other monstrous things. Her bother Henry wouldn’t have been the type to go looking for any creature without her urging so she tended to believe that werewolves stole away their victims and their affliction was passed down through bites.
<p>Why any werewolf would have thought her brother would have made a good edition to the – um, werewolf pack?—was beyond her. He was probably still just a fraidy cat, or in this case, fraidy wolf. She figured that she could be able to talk her brother into revealing himself to her and then they could find out the cure together. She did have on silver jewellery and had a few silver ball bearings she got from a hunting shop so she was well prepared if things gone awry and Henry had really forgotten about her and all about his human life.
<p>Despite the moon not being on her side, she could always go deep into the woods and scout out an area that appeared to be infected with not so normal wolves. If there was no full moon surely they’d be human like and she could actually speak to one of them and see if they knew a Henry. She didn’t clue into how absurd her thoughts really were, they sounded quite logical and normal to her. Everyone else were the ding-dongs that choose to believe there was absolutely nothing out there in the supernatural realm that was real enough to harm them.
<p>She decided she wouldn't call Emily for this excursion. She was sure that her best friend and employee would be up for it of course but Opal thought it was better not to disturb her so late. And sometimes Opal was a little too greedy for a scoop. Naturally she’d be taking the camera equipment. Oh and she would have a chance to try out the new night vision lens she bought. Cost her that month’s grocery money but she knew she had enough canned spaghetti to last her well into next month. She might be sick by then... but it was so worth it.
<p>Hoisting the heavy bag with her camera, stand and microphone over her shoulder, Opal almost toppled forward under all the weight. She was going to be tired after her hike in the forest. Great, she should have thought ahead and made some coffee.
<p>The denser the trees became around her the spookier things got and Opal loved it. Every shadow seemed to move and every rustle or snapped twig could have been a sasquatch or something else. “If I were a werewolf, where would I live?” Opal asked herself just to break the eerie silence. Apart from wind and creak of the trees, she didn’t hear much activity. Not even a crow’s caw.
<p>Dropping her bag, she unzipped the duffel and started to pull out the camera and its stand. Setting the device up and uncapped the lens and pressed the power button. Before she started to record she set up the microphone. It was an old model. She could use the good one because she needed Emily around to hold it out of frame. Oh well she’d have to deal with some feedback.
<p>Brushing her hair back from her face with her free hand, Opal reached forward and pressed the red REC button. Standing back, Opal said in her loud and clear reporters voice, “I’m Opal Boone and I’m here on location deep within Plymouth’s surround forest area. Some say they hear strange noises here during the night and I intend to find out where those noises are coming from. I have reason to believe this forest is inhabited by—”
<p>Opal was cut off by a figure she saw out of the corner of her eye. She almost thought the shape had... a tail?
<p>Forgetting the camera was rolling, Opal lowered her mic and turned in the direction where she thought she saw something—or someone. “Henry?”

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Danny had been in town almost all day. His family was not really happy with him right now. Well, they were never really happy with him. He was like the black sheep in the family, except that they'd never make that comparison since they would be delighted to have a black sheep--for dinner. The point was that he didn't fit in with them, and he never had. He thought being human was just great and wanted to hang around with more humans than Wolves at any given time. The problem was that most humans didn't understand the Wolves and wanted nothing to do with them--and that was at their best. At their worst, they saw the Wolves as enemies of sorts, as violent creatures of the woods that were only after another kill, one they'd do anything to get. He hated that reputation his species had. He knew there were some of them like that, but even his family, who stayed far from the town's boarders, didn't tend to kill humans. Only when it was a real emergency, and there hadn't been one of those since before Danny was even born, he knew that.<br><br>Luckily for Danny, he'd made a friend a few months ago. A real friend, and a human one at that. He was so excited every time he got to see her. He didn't really have friends, especially in the Wolf community. There were some humans he knew as friendly acquaintances but none like Emily. She was awesome. She liked wolves and had candy and was just really nice and cool. Even just thinking about her made his tail swish around energetically behind him. He really liked her a lot. Sometimes when he thought about her he got that feeling in his stomach that he didn't like and then he had to...take care of things, which he liked less, cause it was something he didn't get to choose about and was a lot of the times associated with the Wolves and having to be part of all that and making the species better and everything his parents said, and he hated that.<br><br>But usually they just hung out and had a really good time and he tried not to eat too much chocolate even though it was his favorite. He also gave her melon which was good. Tonight they'd been hanging out for a long time. She showed him about video games and he liked the one with the little fat man and stars and mushrooms. <br><br>But he'd had to go back to the woods early because she had school in the morning and had to go to sleep. He'd been bummed out but then she gave him half a whole cantaloupe and said he could come back after school the next day and so that made it better. He was eating the melon on his way back to his den (his secret, smaller one his family didn't know about where he kept all his people stuff) when he heard a voice. A woman's voice. He stopped, wolf-ears perked up, twisting in the direction of the sound. He could only partially make out what she was saying, but then she said a name. Henry. He made a small inquisitive squeak without thinking. He didn't know a Henry, but wondered if that was another wolf, or maybe a person had got lost. He could help find them. And then he could make more friends!<br><br>Still holding the mostly-eaten melon in both his hands, just below his sticky chin, he turned toward where the voice came from and walked over. He stepped between two trees and saw a blonde woman standing there, looking right in his direction, with some weird things next to her. <b>"Who's Henry?"</b> Danny asked, having no idea what he'd just stumbled into.

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<p>A lone thought came to her before the person she wished so desperately was actually her long lost brother (she’d still love him even if he was some sort of creature, in fact, she might love him even more!). That thought was of the camera and how it was still rolling, no matter what she was a truth seeker first and foremost and if she were to catch something on actual film that showed she was right there was a world beyond what humans cared to notice, she would be overjoyed. She could show her parents she hadn’t been crazy to think that Henry wasn’t dead but just taken by something. Then who would get the last laugh then?

<p>Her.

<p>And then who would sell more papers and be on every television screen from America to – to—well, far away. Like Japan. Or – the North Pole! Whatever, the story would be big. Huge bold print began swirling in her mind, a vision of having her brother back and splitting an actual paycheck with him like she promised also invaded her thought process.

<p>As it turned out it wasn’t her brother. She could tell that much by the sound of the questioning voice and once she had a good look at the male the voice came from, she knew that wasn’t Henry. They looked nothing alike. Even in Henry was transformed in some half-man, half- --

<p>Wait a minute.

<p>Opal squinted as hard as she could, looking comical really. The pointed ears at first made her think cat but then the tail and overall look of the sort of hidden by the trees the boy was between, made her think of that werewolf she had been hunting. This – whatever he was—was a mixture of human features and what she was thinking were wolfish features.

<p>“He’s obviously not you,” Opal said, not meaning to sound unkind. “Hey... you’re not a werewolf are you?” Because of the hesitation in her voice she knew she was going to have to do a lot of editing to the film as it was, she didn’t need to sound like she was questioning the creatures she had been hunting since forever! “What are you eating?” She sounded excited about that. She thought it could be something gruesome because she saw something shining on his chin. That could be blood. Oh she wished it was! She really hoped he was eating the brains of some helpless child.

<p>“Brains? Babies?”

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Danny tilted his head to the side, studying Opal studying him. She looked funny, squinting like that. It was dark, though, and he forgot that people couldn't see as well as wolves did in the dim light of the woods. She may have had a light from her camera, but it was sharp and fell off quickly; it was nothing in comparison to streetlights, and especially sunlight. <br><br>He reached up and scratched behind one of his Wolf-ears with one hand and shook his head--no, he was not Henry. He knew that, duh. Why was she telling him that? Then she asked if he was a werewolf. He'd heard that before, from Emmy, when they first met after he collided with her on Halloween night. She asked him the same thing. He hadn't know what a werewolf was then, but eventually she explained it to him. He didn't know it literally translated to "man wolf," which would certainly be appropriate to describe him, in so much as he could be classified as a man, technically anyway, but the cultural mythologies she told him about werewolves didn't seem to fit. He could change from person to wolf anytime he wanted, not just on the full moon, and he didn't bite people, and even if he did that wouldn't make them change into Wolves too. You had to be born a Wolf. That was the only way you could be one.<br><br>He shook his head no, then stopped, opened his mouth and paused before saying <b>"Sort of?"</b> cause really, he was still kind of confused by it all. They didn't call themselves werewolves. They were just Wolves. At least he wasn't interpreting it as "where, wolf?" again, though. That was something, right?<BR><BR>When she asked what he was eating, he looked down at the melon still in his hand. He almost forgot about it. It was getting close to the rind, the pulp mostly sucked and chomped up between his teeth. When she continued, guessing, suggesting that it was something like brains or babies, he made a confused and kind of grossed-out look. What? He wouldn't--<i>what?</i> By no means was he a vegetarian, but he wouldn't eat a baby anything and brains weren't stuff he liked. He ate them before when winter was really bad or he got home too late to get any good food from his parents' hunt, but he--<i>what?</i> He was really so baffled by those ideas.<br><br><b>"It's cantaloupe, "</b> he told her, as if she should have known that, obviously, not knowing how disappointing that would be for her to hear.
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<p>Sort of? Sort of? Sort of wasn’t good enough. Opal wanted to know everything. She wanted to know why he was retaining his wolfish features—according to the lore she was most familiar with she was quite sure that werewolves looked very normal until a full moon. So what type of sort of werewolf was he? Was he allergic to silver? Would he give an interview? How long had he been afflicted with his condition? Would he give an interview? Did he live in a pack or was he a lone ‘wolf’ destined to be alone struggling with becoming a horrid monster because of the lunar cycle?
<p>And most importantly. Would he give an interview?
<p>Well, that had been the most important question until he revealed and now that she could see better, he was just eating cantaloupe. What the hell was up with that? A wolf eating fruit. Oh what kind of cruel fate led her to a wonderful discovery only to crush her hopes and dreams? Opal’s dramatic internal monologue was disrupted by her natural reporter instincts. Even if her story turned out to be a flop she’d still have something on film and she’d still have a back up article if her article about the ocean monster she had heard some locals buzzing about fell through. And that story just might bottom out because her sources were two drunks that required she meet them in a bar.
<p>“Hm. Well that’s disappointing I was hoping I’d meet a werewolf that was more ... vicious but whatever beggars can’t be choosers. Why don’t you come closer? I have some questions I need to ask you.” Opal said all in a rush. She liked to move things along quickly when she had an idea. “Oh and just a sec,” she looked away from the wolfish looking man, not noticing if he was in fact coming closer, so she could set her mic down on the ground and pick up her duffle bag.
<p>Rummaging through the sac she pulled out a piece of paper and after some more feeling around produced a pen. Holding the paper and one hand and the uncapped pen in the other, she held them out to him. “You’re going to have sign this waver saying i can write an article about you okay? I don’t really feel like being sued.”

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He stared at her, his mouth agape. He heard the words she was saying, and understood most of them, but really, overall, he was confused. What was she begging about, and what was a waiver and he knew an article could be a lot of things so what was she going to write about him. And who was Sue? Why would she have to be her?<BR><br><b>"What's it mean?"</b> he asked, looking at the paper she'd produced, without taking it. He still had some cantaloupe left and he wanted to finish it. He didn't wanna put it down and get it dirty or let bugs get it or anything like that. He could have taken it and read it, if he wanted to though. He was literate enough. He didn't really know what all the words meant, especially in some sort of legal document, but he could read signs and even a bunch of books and things like that. Sometimes he read books in the stores in town and then took them home, and Emmy had some books and there was a lot of reading to do in video games, of course, so it was good that he could do that so she didn't have to explain it all to him. And he knew the monopoly directions by heart now. <br><BR><b>"And what's that for?"</b> he added on, nodding at the camera. He knew what it was, he'd never used one or seen one outside a store really, but he could identify it. Why did she have one way out here in the woods by herself? It didn't look like she was making a movie. There had to be actors for those.
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