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Wolf and Love Part 13

One week later…

Gilbert stared at the computer screen. What the heck had his brother been up to? He scanned through the recent searches; werewolves, skinwalkers, black dogs, and thought forms. It looked like Ludwig had fallen under the spell of Supernatural*.

On a pad of paper notes had been scribbled down like ‘ask (Name) if lunar cycle affects them’ and ‘check local lore on skinwalkers.’ It would have been one thing if it was Gilbert looking that stuff up, he had always had an interest in the paranormal, but Ludwig had always kept his feet firmly planted in the world of science, a world that supposedly had no room for the unexplainable.

As far as Gilbert could tell, there was one way to find out the truth: follow his brother around. Gilbert had never been one to do things the easy way. He flipped open his phone and pressed speed dial.

“Hey Francis, it’s me. Look, can you do me a favor?”

~To the wolf park!~

Ludwig nearly died when he noticed you sitting on the steps near the wolf enclosures.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded.

“I work here.” You said pointing at your new t-shirt embossed with a wolf paw.

“Why?”

“Because someone has to keep an eye on you and I thought you’d handle this better if it were me.” Ludwig drew in a deep breath and began walking toward the feeding lodge, you at his heels.

“Why do I need to have a babysitter?”

“Think of me as an assistant and like I said, we need to keep an eye on you. Did I ever tell you that you look like someone I used to know?”

“No.”

“Well you do. Do you happen to know a woman named Monika**?” You asked. Monika was an old friend of yours whose resemblance to Ludwig was almost eerie.

“Ja that was the name of my great grandmother.” Ludwig said entering the feeding lodge. You felt something inside of you grow cold.

“What year is it?” You asked.

“It’s 2013.”

“Ah,” You said. “I should have guessed as much. I did meet her over a century ago.” This caught Ludwig off guard.

“Just how old are you?”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to ask a girl her age,” you growled. “Old enough.”

“Well when were you born?”

“A long time ago.” You said snatching the bucket Ludwig tossed at you.

“How long?”

“Before people really kept track of time. Anymore pointless questions?”

“How many more are there of your kind?” You sighed.

“I already told you the story of how we came to be; there are a lot of us. There are three main clans, like the story said, but the clans split into small packs and prides. Those smaller family groups then spread across the earth.”

“Does the moon affect you?” You nearly burst out laughing.

“No, it doesn’t even affect werewolves; not the older ones anyway. How about we make another deal?”

“Okay, what sort of deal?”

“You come with me to meet my pack and you’ll get all your questions answered.” It seemed like a good idea to you, Ludwig would get answers and the pack would get to see just who found out their secret.

“What’s the catch?” Ludwig asked suspiciously.

“You have to let me ask some questions. There are things I want to know. I don’t spend a lot of time in the outside world, by skinwalker standards I’m basically a shut in.” Ludwig pondered your proposition carefully.

“That seems fair. What do you want to know?” He asked. Your answer came immediately.

“What’s changed in the world?”

“When was the last time you were out in it?” You pondered this a minute.

“Um, when did alcohol get outlawed in America?”

“Early nineteen twenties.”

“Okay it was a little before that so I was last in the modern world in the late eighteen hundreds.” You smiled brightly at the stunned German before you. Ludwig sighed. Explaining all the changes was going to take longer than he originally thought.