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place the Reds originated from.”
    “Yes, Ireland was their homeland, but this island was a very spiritual place for them.”  She rubbed her hand at the marking closest to us.  “What we have in front of us is a magical map of the island.  Those who can read the Druid language can navigate Neverland.”
    I had to give her props; this was a pretty cool find.  However, “That’s useful, but what exactly does it mean for us?”
    Slapping me on the shoulder (and hard I might add), “For the task I needed your help with, we will be able to find him!  Translating this, there is nowhere on this island that will be hidden from us!”
    “Him?  Who’s him?  An ex-boyfriend who pissed you off or something?”
    She walked over to another set of markings.  “Allow me to translate for you.  ‘In the center of the island stands the Father of Dogs and the First Exile.’  Does that ring a bell with you?”
    “The Father of Dogs..?”  Nope, I mean I know I’m a wolf and calling us dogs is a derogatory term, but I was pulling a blank.  “I think you’re giving my education in Irish culture a lot more than I’d say it deserves.”
    She looked shocked.  “You mean your pack does not speak of him?  Of all the packs, surely yours would be the one to keep the flame going…”
    I felt bad, as if I was killing her big reveal moment to me.  “My dad holds Jack Daniels in high regard, but other than that, we didn’t really talk of the old ways much.”
    I’m glad she looked more perplexed than annoyed.  Maybe she wouldn’t hold my ignorance against me since it was due to bad upbringings and not my own disregard of Irish culture.  “Let us try another way then shall we?  This will be much easier and I probably should have used it first.”  More to herself than me, “Never in millennia would I have thought a Red not know his name from that…”
    “Sounds good.  I’ll do better this time teach!”
    “The curse that holds back your transformation into a wolf, you know where it originates right?”
    This much I did know thanks to Rosette, the coolest witch I’d ever met (yeah, she might’ve been the only one I met too).  “Yeah, some dude cursed my family’s line eons ago and I’m this generation’s lucky winner.  That’s relevant to this because…?”
    “Because the one who cursed you is also the one who the Druids are speaking about here.”
    For the first time in a long time, I felt an emotion that wasn’t just an attempt to bury my depression over being stuck on this island.  A haze settled over my mind and behind it was genuine anger.  “Jack the angel told me about the curse too.  The guy that did this to my clan, his name was Oberon.”
    “Yes, the First Exile and the Father of Dogs was indeed Oberon.  Do you want to know why he came to be exiled here?”  I didn’t speak, I just nodded.  “Oberon was a Druid who formed a romantic relationship with a Red wolf.  Back then, interspecies relationships were accepted and even encouraged.”
    That didn’t make sense.  “He cursed the people of the woman he loved?”
    “Let me finish.”  She regained her train of thought and went on.  “One day he got a little overzealous and took to bed his beloved’s sister, thinking no one would be the wiser.  The Alpha wolf was not to be fooled.  He exiled Oberon from his territory, sending him back to the Druids.”
    “Great, so the dick that did this to us couldn’t stay faithful.  I’m hating him more and more…”
    That earned me a smile smirk.  “The Druids, not wanting a bad relationship with the wolves, furthered his banishment to this island, to be stuck on its shores for the rest of his life.  But before he left, he placed a curse that has yet to be broken upon the family of wolves that did this to him.”
    “He’s still here?”
    “Against all odds, he has lingered on all these centuries.  I would not think it is possible, but you never know what pact he may have