Right away I cut him off, not wanting to hear any excuses like the good ol’ doctor might’ve made. “Where are we, who are you really, why am I here, how did you guys know my name, what’d those people want from me, why was I there, where was there, who were those guys that took me, why do I like you guys— and am I really a WEREWOLF?!” My voice rose and cracked on the last word, causing Mack to look over in alarm, gripping his mug tighter with the volume of my cry. Jimmie and Ronnie were sipping their coffee, eyeing me over the brims of the mugs. Tim had come in, heard the words, and backed out, closing the door.

“We’re at my house, my name is Jason really, you’re here because we brought you, we knew your name because you’re one of ours, they wanted to control you, and they wanted to make you a pet, there was in Canada, they were scientists, you like us because you’re one of us— and yes, you are a werewolf.” I gaped at him, because, in perfect order, he had replied to all my questions— and WHAT?!

“NO!”