Chapter 24 Questions Without Answers

We were allowed to wander in the subway station as we pleased. True, we were captives, but that appears to be forgotten. Even so, Damien still kept a close eye on everyone, and Mercello busied himself with dragging Malfia around and distracting her from her evil doings.

Iggy and Gazzy were already staring wide eyed at a group who were creating paper bombs laced with sodium. They didn't seem to give them a second thought at the two as they kept on working. What they needed those bombs for I don't want to know.

Angel and Nudge were in a corner with some children showing them how to make bracelets with yarn they also seemed uninterested.

Max and Fang were standing in the deepest darkest corner of the subway. They talked quietly amongst themselves while watching the flock warily. Occasionally, Max would pinch the bridge out of her nose out of frustration or confusion.

"Hey," I turned around to see Katalina staring at me eagerly.

"Hey," I replied.

"I have some questions for you, and so does Damien but he's too shy to ask," she looked over at Damien as she said this and he met her gaze puzzled from across the room.

"Okay…" I said slowly.

We walked over to some wooden stools, which were uncomfortable and exceptionally large, built for the Wolves. "I'll answer your questions, as long as you agree to answer mine."

She nodded, "agreed."

"Question number one, how do you know German?" she spoke the last part rapidly.

"Well I... Uh…"

"Tell me!" She leaned in even closer; curiosity filled her being as if it were the meaning of life.

I looked away whilst Katalina continued to bounce in her chair. "I learned it... when I was… young."

"Oh, I see, so English was your first language?"

"It's mine turn to ask a question now."

"Ooookaaaay," she said bored.

"What are you? You're not the typical wolves."

"Pfft, obviously, our race doesn't really have a name. We just call ourselves Wolves. We each have different color eyes red, green, and white. It determines our clan," she shrugged her shoulders. Some Wolves like to say they it determines the country they were born in, but that's just wishful thinking. "

"So, you're all born in one area?" Unusual, but nothing really surprises me anymore.

"Ah uh, It's my turn to ask a question," she wagged her finger. "It's the same as the last, what's your first language?"

Why is she so interested in where I come from?

"I… can't tell you."

"Hmm? Why not?"

I looked away. "That's another question."

"But you didn't answer my last question."

"Some questions can't be answered."

"Hmph, fine," she pouted. "We move a lot so we're born in the different places. I was born here though."

"What do you know about Malticorp?" She asked curiously.

"Nothing much, but it's a lab in Germany. According to the journals it was founded in 1960 and kept secret."

I stopped to think for a moment. "What do you know about it?"

"Well, we don't know much, but it is believed that our first ancestors escaped from there."

"So you don't remember?"

"A lot of generations have passed since then. We only live to be an average of seventeen years old, but that's a question for Damien. He's older."

A life span of only seventeen years… wolves age faster than humans, it makes sense. But I also appear to be around seventeen. I hope I'm not one of them. Just what is my relationship with these guys? I stole a glance at Damien, who was talking to a smaller, red eyed wolf about I don't know what.

I looked at Kat, and tried to hide the fear of talking to the cold leader. She must have noticed, because she gave me a sympathetic look. "We can go over and ask if you want."

I really didn't want too. But I knew had to get to the bottom of this, and Damien might be my only source.

"Okay. Let's do it."