headed
north in the first place. Something just told me that I would find
others there, people who could help me.
“So why are we headed up north?” she asked
just as the thought had crossed my mind. “I can’t find anything
that suggests there are others like you there?”
“No werewolf match dot com then?” I smirked.
She smacked me in the arm and glared through a smile.
“Real funny, jackass, you know what I mean.”
she ended with a chuckle. She leaned down and grabbed her cup from
the floor and took a sip as she waited for me to give her an
answer.
“I can’t really tell you, I’m not sure myself.
I guess it’s just instinct.” She raised an eyebrow as she watched
me.
“So you’re telling me that we are headed on a
three day drive based on your instinct?” She stared at me for a
moment, placed her cup back down on the floor and turned her
attention back to the flickering screen in front of her.
“I guess that’s not the strangest thing that
has happened in the last little while then. My brother turning into
a creature right out of a horror movie takes the cake on that one,”
she spoke sarcastically as she typed away at the
keyboard.
“Hey,” I nudged her side. “Ouch.”
“What?” She smiled. “It’s true.” I shrugged as
I placed my cup on the floor and leaned toward her.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she continued
flipping through page after page.
“Well I figured that there has to be someone
out there who knows something. I mean, we know werewolves,” I
winced. I didn’t like that word, it sounded too Hollywood for my
tastes. “Sorry,” she added as she saw my reaction.
“It’s okay, its right isn’t it,” I stated more
than asked.
She shrugged and continued her theory, “Well
we know at this point that they exist, we can’t deny that. So there
has to be some information somewhere.” She placed her chin in her
hand and tapped a finger over her lips as she read a blue page on
the screen.
“How opposed are you to making a stop in
Oregon?” she asked without taking her eyes from the
page.
“I guess I’m not opposed to stopping anywhere.
It’s not like I’m in a rush.”
“Good!” She smiled before I even had the
chance to think. “There’s an Indian reservation there. They have a
lot of legends about what they call skin walkers maybe we can get
some information. Even if its legend it can’t hurt to know right?”
it took me a moment to realize that she was asking me a
question.
“Um, sure I guess you’re right,” I added
skeptically. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. But she was clever,
more so than I gave her credit for and maybe just maybe she was
onto something. I could see the perks of having her with me
already. “Did you find anything else interesting?”
“Not really, just that there have been stories
of werewolves told all over the world for hundreds of years. But
they vary so much from decade to decade and country to country that
it’s kind of hard to find anything reliable.” I smirked.
“You’re looking for truth in bedtime
stories?”
“They’re not bedtime stories, Ethan. What
happened to you is real. You can’t tell me that we both had the
same hallucination about you turning into a six foot tall creature
of myth.”
“No I guess not.” I smiled and looked down as
I shook my head.
“You guess?”
“Alright, smart ass.” I smirked. “Go on, what
else did you find?”
“Well,” She sighed as she opened up a web page
and turned the computer toward me. “I found that back in the day,
like way back when, people used to hunt werewolves
regularly.”
“Let me guess, they were really just hunting
wolves?”
“Kind of.” There was a cringe in her words as
she reached down and grabbed her coffee cup from the floor as I
peered over the page in front of me. “Sometimes the hunters would
come back with wolf heads
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