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                I

rubbed my hip. That accounted for the pain then. I knew about the effects of a

catalyst, but I wasn't very well versed in inhibitors. In my head, I recalled

Maggie saying that silver catalyzed a werewolf back to their human form before

they died. But what if they were already human? I guess it kept them there,

locked into that form. If that were true, then it went far to explain so many

things.                That's

when I really got scared. A silver bullet, by all accounts, was enough to kill

a werewolf. This coin had around a bullet's weight in silver in it. So why

hadn't this killed me already? I suppose it might if my body was forced into a

full transformation. But it couldn't do that with this here. So she was right;

a pebble in the gears. I could have been a werewolf for a long time, except

that my dime; my old lucky silver dime prevented it from happening.                I sat

and wondered. My father must have known about it. I mean, I never saw them

change, but if they were werewolves, they must have known that the coin would

have kept me normal. I had to believe that maybe, if they knew it was in there,

that I would grow up ignorant of my lineage and live a normal life. But maybe

they didn't know, and felt I was a failure. I was so confused at the moment,

and I wanted to cry.                Verona

had me strip again, and she showed Maggie the long and faint scar on my leg.

"Put your hand over right here." She held up the x-ray. "See, it's right about

here."                Maggie

was running her hands over my skin, and it was sending electricity through my

nerves. At one point she elongated a finger to feral form, complete with a long

sharp claw. "I bet I could get it out!"                Verona

hushed her. "Don't be such a child! Removing it now might do more harm than

good. But at least now we know why you aren't changing Edward. You ARE a

werewolf, but you're stuck like this. I don't know of any other case like this

before."                I wiped

my eyes. "Why would you? If a person never turned into a werewolf in the first

place, wouldn't that just make them human like I was before all this happened

to me?"                The

girls actually felt bad for me and that was good because I was feeling pretty

low. All this time I was ready to blame all of my new problems on them. I still

sort of blamed them, because if I hadn't met them, I would still be living my

old normal life. My old, simple, boring life. I sucked in a breath and blew it

out.                I was

now living in New York City, two million dollars richer, I had two hot girls at

my disposal, and I was finding out that instead of being an average guy, I had

the potential to be something greater. I think that is what was scaring me. If

I had grown up with being different, I would know how to deal with it. But now,

what would happen if I had the coin removed and I went berserk?                 I stood

up. "I'm not really certain where I should go from here. This all makes

horrible sense, but I don't think I'm ready to have the coin removed. You both

have some experience being who you are, but I have no taste for killing." That

was a lie of course. I had a vague recollection of the two punks in the park. I

remembered the smells. I remembered the hunger.                Verona

stood up. "In the end, the decision will have to be yours. But I'm calling my

parents in on this now. I'll be on the phone a while, because I know I'm going

to get an earful, but I going to try talking them into coming here."                Maggie

was nosy. "Where do they live?"                "None

of your business little one. Over time you'll find that sometimes you don't have

to lie, but you do have to keep secrets. You are all too loose and fancy free

to suit me."                I think

that despite their differences, Maggie was coming to respect her elder

werewolf. There was a moral element to life that superseded religion and

species. Maggie wasn't devoid of it, but she did tend to delight in the deaths

of her victims. I could hardly blame her. And for that matter, we had yet to

discuss Verona's killings. Maybe she wasn't so different.                I went

and lay down. The past few days had been a strain on my brain and it felt heavy

and tired. Maggie climbed up on the bed with me. Since she was naked, I figured

she was looking for some action. I was amused and thankful when she turned

feral and curled up next to me, her nose tucked under her tail. But she still

managed to speak.                 "Are

you angry with me for dragging you into this?"                "I

don't know yet. I'm not in a comfort zone anymore. I'm confused and scared

Maggie. Dealing with you is one thing, but dealing with the fact that I'm not

who I thought I was is terrifying."                She

leaned forward and licked me. "Yeah, it sucks, doesn't it? Verona is lucky. She

has her parents to fall back on. I mean, I've got you, but who do you have?"                I

absentmindedly began petting her like a dog. She seemed to like it. "I haven't

had anyone for a few years now. It must be nice to have someone to talk to who

knows what being a werewolf is like."                " I

suppose you have me for that." She said quietly.                "I

scratched behind her ear. "Yes, but you know damn well that you don't have any

real experience. Running around at night getting raped and killing people isn't

what I would call an ideal childhood."                "It

works for me!"                "That's

what bothers me sometimes. Isn't there more?"                That

shut her up. She was a good kid at heart, but she needed guidance I wasn't in

the position to give. Up to this point I was powerless to stop her. But the

tables were turning."                "Father?"                "Yes

Maggie?"                "I have

an idea."                "I'm

listening."                She

laid it out for me, and while I found it to be a terrible plan, I could find no

flaws in it. It both appalled me and thrilled me and that was a feeling I was

sadly getting used to. There seemed to be no middle ground anymore, just highs

and lows. No wonder why a less than full-blooded werewolf might go crazy. The

emotions seemed to run to high to manage in a human body.                But

when she was done telling me her plan, and I had listened to it and had

cogitated for a while, I had to agree that there were worse things. I didn't

know if Verona would go for it, but all I could do was ask. After all, in the

long run, it was only a piece of metal.                Since I

had gone with her idea, Maggie proposed another one. I sighed, smiled and

stripped. I don't care what Verona thought about our relationship. Maggie was

the one who seemed to have her hormones running on high. If silver was bad for

werewolves, I wondered if there was something that had the opposite effect on

them? If there was, maybe Maggie had it inside her.                She

stayed in feral form, a decision I hoped she didn't regret. The last time

hadn't worked so well. I had to make a conscious effort to hold back this time.

Me ramming a knot into her body wasn't the pleasure she thought it would be. Oh

ok, she had no idea I was going to knot up and neither did I. It was learn as

you go.                She

grabbed my clothing in her teeth and dragged me of the bed. I actually felt a

little lighter in the heart for her playfulness. Trust me; there is nothing

more outré than seeing a werewolf acting like a puppy. Once I was in the middle

of getting undressed, her tail was wagged incessantly. Like I said before;

extremes. I'm not sure I was ever going to get used o them!                I stood

there naked. "Are you happy now?"                She

said nothing, but sat down in from of me and started licking my cock, tail

still wagging. It didn't take much to get me stiff. Having learned her lesson

the hard way (pun intended) she was taking a safer route.  Her tongue was wonderful, and I was quick to

lay my hands on her head. She kept moving around for the longest time, working

my balls, and then the length of my cock before slipping her mouth over the

whole thing. I didn't know for certain, but I think she was working me into a

frenzy first, causing the knot to swell, before slipping back over it with her

own body. A wise choice! Perhaps she had learned a thing or two from Verona.                There

is nothing weirder than the sensation of getting blown by a dog. Ok, not a dog,

a wolf. They aren't designed for it, but Maggie was doing her best to try. I

closed my eyes as she forced it down her throat, probably an easier task for

her in this form, since her mouth and throat were longer.                 She

worked for a few minutes until I was slathered in saliva. Then she pulled off

and jumped on the bed. She rolled onto her back and gave me those big puppy dog

eyes. I so wanted to turn into a feral form right then. I even felt a shudder

run through me, but to no avail. The harder I tried the more my hip hurt. I was

tempted to rip the offending disc of silver out myself. But I restrained

myself. There would be other and probably better times than now to deal with

it.                I told

myself to chill and climbed up. Like some of our previous trysts, this was

pretty damn kinky. I worked the head of it inside her, but it wasn't as easy as

before. I felt her do something internally, it became more relaxed, and I pushed

until I was up to my knot.                She put

a paw on me. "Now this I think I can deal with!"                We were

in the middle of having some very nice fun when in walked Verona. I heard a

"tsk tsk" and turned. She was standing there like a schoolmarm, tapping her

foot on the floor. I liked the woman, but she could really cramp my style.                "When

you two horndogs are done doing whatever it is you're doing, please come see

me. I have a few things to tell you."                My

brain wanted to follow her back out to the living room, but since it was stuck

inside my head, it couldn't. My body told it to fuck off and everyone would go

together  when we were done.                 Maggie

sighed and shook her head. "We can stop if you like."                "She

can wait. I hate breaking off in the middle!"                I'll

just abbreviate the story by telling you the Maggie was a true trooper, and

Took every bit but  the knot for a good

twenty minutes. We would have made it last longer, but we both felt like we had

Damocles' sword hanging over our heads. We finished up, cleaned up and took our

places on the couch.                Verona

was still looking displeased. "First off, I know I have no say over what you

do. I invited you here. But my parents will be arriving tomorrow, if all goes

well, and I'd like them to have a good impression of your character. They don't

know all the much about what I do here, and if they did, it would shock their

sensibilities. So I am asking you to please refrain from doing anything

awkward."                Maggie

had the "don't tell me what to do" look on her face. I intervened. "I get what

you're saying. Why don't Maggie and I moved back to the hotel for the duration,

and let your parents stay with you. Just give me warning before coming over,

and we'll be on our best behavior!"                She

nodded. "Exactly what I was thinking. I will need to talk with them a while

before they see you. So whatever you need to get out of your system you've got

about twenty four hours to do it!"                I felt

Maggie's hand in mine. I gave it a squeeze. "Good enough. It's been a crazy few

days and I don't want to make it any worse. We'll grab our things and head back

for now."                Verona

gave me a wry smile. "Besides, I have to do laundry. I don't want them sleeping

on those sheets after what you guys have been doing. Remember, we have better

noses than you do. They'll smell the sex from a mile away. Now get your stuff

and get out! I'll see you sometime tomorrow!"                                Verona's

parents didn't arrive until the day after. I guess I should have figured that

being as old as they were, they would have problems getting on flight, even

within the US. Homeland Security might not find the age matched the looks. I

didn't know how old they were, but it was probably enough to raise suspicions

unless they were using aliases. This is all speculation and I wasn't about to

ask.                Maggie and I met them over at

Verona's apartment, just like proper, well mannered folks. Maggie chose a conservatively

cut dress, at Verona's suggestion, and I put on a sport jacket and a tie. I

hardly felt like a werewolf, but it seems her parents played down that aspect

of their lives.                I don't

know what I was expecting, but the couple from American Gothic were not it.

They looked every bit as Midwestern as my parents had. They were graying, but

looked like they just reached retirement age. I could see them in an Airstream,

crossing the country, living out their retirement.                Her

father, Reynaud by name, had a firm, no nonsense hand shake. He looked me in

the eyes as he spoke. "We had quite the discussion about you young man. My

daughter is many things, and many of those I disapprove of, but she has an innate

ability to pick out the gene. I am eager to learn more about you."                Feeling

a little cocky, I thank him and asked, "So if I don't pass inspection, what

happens then?"                He

still had a grip on my hand. "Well son, I don't know. Self preservation is very

important to us. We do our best to live and let live, within the parameters of

our abilities. But if what you're asking is if I'd have any qualms about

killing you,, then the answer is no. If you are deemed a threat to us or our

daughter, you can rest assured that I will go to great lengths to preserve my

family."                 Verona

was appalled. "Daddy!"                I held

up my hand. "It's all right. Your father is laying his feelings right out there

for me. I like that. It leaves me with no illusions about what the future might

hold. And I agree with him. I feel like an outsider looking in."                He

nodded in agreement and said no more on the subject. Her mother meanwhile was

fawning over Maggie."So young lady, are you still an innocent?

Children seem to grow up so fast these days"                "Innocent?"

 She looked to me. I shrugged weakly. She

was going to have to figure out what they were asking. I didn't want to explain

what I knew she meant.                  "You

know dear, do you still have your virginity? Kids seem to start earlier and

earlier these days."                 "No, but I still have the box it came in!"                Verona's

mother chuckled. "I'm sorry dear. I don't think you understood me..."                I

kicked before she could spit out what was on the tip of her tongue. She looked

at me and stopped. My eyes were glowing, just enough for a direct gaze to

notice. "Maybe I didn't. What were you asking?"                "Oh

never mind dear. I'm just being silly and old fashioned. Of course you're an

innocent. Verona here was one for so long. Ruined her completely when she moved

here to New York. The big city's such a bad influence!"                "Mother!"                "Oh

hush darling. You know it's true!"                I was

left standing in the hall for a moment thinking how painfully normal this was.

I couldn't for a moment see either of her parents being werewolves, any more

than I could picture mine. Yet I had no doubt in my mind that given a reason,

both of them would change in an instant if the need arose. They might look

harmless, but then so did Maggie. That was enough said on the matter.                We sat

down. I had my box of childhood things and they looked at each and every one. "So

Edward (his accent on my name sounded just like mother's), tell me about

yourself."                "Well,

I don't know how much you know already. What would you like me to tell you?"                He

scratched his chin. He held up a photo of my parents. "Tell me about them."                "I

could spend hours telling you about them. Mom was always sweet, and Dad was always

kind, and I never once heard them argue. As far as I know, they never ever got

in trouble with the law, and I don't remember problems growing up."                "What did

you eat?"                "Food,

Normal food."                "Reynaud

dear, I'm sure they were using the old potion. We still do when we're

traveling." When she saw my curious look, she pulled out an old looking bottle.

"Something to help us live normal lives Edward. I won't tell you what's in it,

but it makes normal food palatable and digestible to us."                "But I

can eat normal food. I have for years."                Reynaud

snapped at me. "That's because you're not a werewolf. Verona tells me you have

a piece of silver stuck inside you. I'm telling you now that it's what has

prevented the Moonrise transformation. If you had gotten that coin embedded after

you had reached puberty, it would have killed you. Now, it holds the

transformation at bay. My daughter's reckless attempts at solving your problem

could have killed you. That has now left you in a precarious position."                "I sort

of get that. But why?"                He

sucked in a breath. "Son, you seem like a nice enough guy. But look at it this

way. Did you watch those horrific cartoon shows as a kid?"                "Yeah."                "Remember

those scenes where there's a hose, and it's backed up with water, and it bulges

and expands beyond its capabilities?"                "I guess

so."                "Do you

remember what happened when the pressure got too great?"                "It

exploded."                "Yes.

You see, you could have lived a normal human life until you died of old age. No

one would have known the difference. But now, thanks to my daughter, she has

forced the transformation. It's trying to get a hold on your body. The coin is

preventing it. "                "So if

we take out the coin, then the transformation can take a hold of me?"                "Yes,

just like that hose. You were supposed to have your first full change years

ago. After it, your body grows and adapts to the "were" stage as you grow. Now,

who knows what will happen? I don't. You could go on a bloody rampage and cause

massive destruction. We have enough problems with our kind already, we do not

need negative press because one man goes on a crazy killing spree."                I

gulped. "So what do I do?"                "Son, I

hate to tell you this, but my suggestion is that we kill you, sooner rather

than later, when it may be too late."                Maggie

tore though her dress as she transformed. "Over my dead body!" Her fur was

bristling and she had her teeth bared.                I

grabbed her tail and yanked her back. "Shut up and behave Maggie! No one is

doing anything right now."                Neither

senior had moved an inch. Verona sighed. Reynaud shook his head in a slow nod. "The

impetuousness of youth. But then, I was going to ask for a demonstration, so I

guess my curiosity has been sated. Young lady, I think you ruined your pretty

clothing. Might I suggest grabbing a towel or something. We're not done

discussing matters here." She ran off to the bathroom in a huff.                "Edward,

I don't mean to sound uncaring, but you and the girl are strangers to us. Yet,

if we go back far enough, we all must have a common ancestor. Tell me about

your mother's parents."                "I grew

up in Wisconsin. As far as I knew, their last name was Rougarou. Verona told me

that wasn't a real last name."                "It's

not. I think it was more daring to use that then their real surname." He

reached into my box of treasures. He pulled out an old irregularly stamped

disc. "Your grandfather gave this to you as well?"                I took

is and turned it in my fingers. "Yes, I think he thought I'd like it because it

looked like it was old. He always said it reminded him of home." I was eyeing

the impression on the one side. It looked worn, but the image was clear.                "It

doesn't only look old, it is old. Don't you know who this is?"                I had

been told when I was a kid, but I had forgotten. Something to do with an old

tale. "Not anymore."                "This is

the she-wolf caring for Romulus and Remus, the twin boys left out to die.

Romulus went on to found Rome. This is an old Roman coin."                "I see.

I guess that sounds familiar. What does that have to do with..." I let my words

trail off. A she-wolf. A werewolf. Taking care of humans. That could mean so

many things, like that they weren't humans at all, but the children of a

werewolf and came up with a story to cover their, uh, irregularities.                  "Are you saying that werewolves go back that

far in history?"                "Son,

we go back a lot farther than that. And before you ask, no, no one knows who

the first ancestor was. There has been much speculation. But no, we don't think

it had anything to do with cross breeding with wolves. Trust me, a few of my compatriots

tried experiments while in feral form to mate with regular wolves. It didn't work.

So when it comes down to it, we are human, only so much more."                I

thought of Maggie as a wolf. Then I thought of whoever these other guys were. Yeah,

I bet they had fun working over a regular she-wolf. I was getting hard just

thinking about it. "Well anyway, my grandparents came over a long time ago. All

those papers were burned up in the house fire, but I guess Verona found their

existence online."                She

spoke up. "Yes, but only by the false name. I would have to have their real one

to find them in the immigration record."                Her father

nodded. "That might not be necessary. Do you know where they were from?"                I

nodded. "Yeah, somewhere in France. A place they called Jay-vue-don?" I said it

like a question because I hadn't heard it spoken in so long."Ahh, Gévaudan!""That's it!"          "Son, it hasn't been called

that since the fall of King Louis and the French Revolution.""And when was that?" History

wasn't my strong suit, but I thought it was a long time ago. "Seventeen ninety.  Gévaudan was an old Roman outpost. So maybe now you see

the connection." His look went dark. "I can't kill you Edward. Even though I

might want to do it, even if I feel I have to do it, I can't kill you.""Not that I'm complaining, but why?"He was holding the coin. "Because you could very well be

from the first family. To kill someone from the oldest pure lineage would be a sacrilege.

You don't have any siblings do you?""No, why?""Nothing. It's just that the "were" is passed down far

stronger through the female. But if your grandparents were both pure, then the

gene was strong in your mother. Was your father a werewolf?"I raised my eyebrows. "Until recently, I didn't know

anything about werewolves, so how would I know that?""True. My apologies. I'm just feeling excited. That doesn't

happen often anymore. You may actually be a Rougarou. They are the wildest,

strongest and most uncontrollable of our kind. Remind me to tell you the stories

about the killings in Gévaudan a few hundred years ago.""You're that old?""Tut tut boy, of course not. But tales get passed down

from generation to generation. I have a book of them. A werewolf often makes

quite the impression on the local populace, and those tales make their way into

fables, if not the lore of the educated. Beheadings, being quartered and drawn,

burning at the stake. It's a long and sordid history. "I just sat there, feeling my heart beating faster and faster. I had never complained before about life being too dull and boring. That was before, in my old life. Now, I was finding a little of that calm and predictability would go a long way in comforting me right now. I was scared out of my wits!