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Kai's POV:

So Many Questions…

"Of course you're a werewolf!" I cry furiously, "I guess everyone I know is secretly a supernatural creature from another dimension! First Iko says she's a fairy, Cress's dad says he's an elf, Cinder is a vampire whose real name is Selene, and now you're a werewolf!"

Wolf just stares at me, his big canine head cocked to one side, a bewildered look in his bright green eyes. The thought makes me snort. He's bewildered?

"I don't know how I couldn't have seen this coming." I mutter, "I mean, your name is literally "Wolf"! You can't get much more obvious than that."

Wolf whines unsurely.

"Am I missing anything? Oh right! I'm in a freaking alternate dimension, with a psycho queen who wants to turn me into her slave and a giant wolf who bit her hand off! Imagine that on my gravestone, which I'm definitely going to get at this rate: "Here lies Kai. He died in another dimension." That is, assuming you people even do gravesto-"

Something hits the side of my face, hard. I gasp, reaching up to touch my stinging cheek. I glare at Wolf, who's paw now looks closer to a furry hand with long, sharp nails.

"Did you really have to slap me?" I mutter.

Wolf nods, curiously examining his vaguely human hand. His green eyes narrow with concentration. He coughs and hacks. There are a few sharp snaps that sound suspiciously like breaking bones. And then… he speaks. "You were starting to get a bit hysteric."

My jaw drops. "You can talk when you're an actual wolf?"

"Well, I have to change my vocal cords slightly and let my jaw move a bit more but, yeah, I guess." He replies. His voice sounds nothing like when he's human. It's rough with a hidden growl, and pretty hard to understand. But he's definitely speaking. I am having a conversation with a wolf. I thought this kind of thing only happened in kids' shows.

I run my hands through my hair. "You change your vocal cords and jaw… God, you say that as if it were easy."

"Trust me, it's not."

"Well, I should hope not! It shouldn't even be possible!"

Wolf shrugs. "Different worlds, different rules."

I sigh. "Can you at least change form so that you're fully human? It's beyond weird to be talking to an animal."

Wolf shifts his weight uncomfortably. "Trust me, you don't want me to do that."

"Why not?"

Wolf blows out a breath of air awkwardly. It's surprisingly disorientating seeing such a human action done by an animal face.

He lifts his paw turned hand and picks at a scrap of fabric that had been obscured by his thick pelt. Reluctantly, I walk over and look at the fabric. It's dark and has a cottony feel to it. There's a strip of torn elastic running along one edge of the fabric, and a small label sticking out from underneath it.

I grimace. "Wolf… is this your shirt?"

"Yes."

"And I'm guessing the rest of your clothes are like this?"

"Yes."
"And they're not going to magically repair themselves if you turn human, are they?"

"Yes."

I sigh heavily. "Fine. Stay in dog mode then."

Wolf growls and I instinctively take a step back. "Don't call it dog mode. That is seriously demeaning."

"Okay, okay," I raise my hands in surrender. "no dog mode."

Wolf huffs. "Come on. We've got to find a village or something. Until we figure out a way to get back to Earth, its best that we blend in with the other werewolves."

"Uh, slight problem with that plan? I'm not a werewolf." I remind him.

Wolf's tongue lolls out in a canine smile. Figures he would have to be another animal to express emotion. "What, do you think my kind change shape every second? Just wear the right clothing and act hungry. The vampires won't notice a thing."

I raise an eyebrow warily. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm really not going to like "the right clothing"?"

"It's not that bad. The stuff the vampires wear is worse."

"And what do you werewolves wear, exactly?"
"Wolf pelts."

That makes me stop dead in my tracks. I stare at Wolf incredulously. He meets my gaze casually, as if he didn't just say that we were going to be wearing what is basically skin.

"Wolf pelts?" I repeat.

"Yes, it's the only thing that transforms with us and doesn't rip to pieces." Wolf replied matter-of-factly.

"You literally go out and kill animals, for clothing?"

Wolf gives me a look. Seriously, how is his wolf-face so expressive? That's just not right. "We don't wear them for fashion Kai, they aren't like those great big fur coats you humans wear made of seven extinct species of fox that are so thick you could drown in them. It is necessary to wear wolf pelts. We have to keep warm, and we can't just keep a bag full of spare clothing with us at all times in case we transform. Think of it like wearing wool if that helps."

I shudder. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to wear a wool jumper again."

"Oh stop being so finicky." Wolf growls with irritation, "If you want to survive out here long enough to get home, your best chance is pretending to be a werewolf. And if you want to successfully pretend to be a werewolf, you've got to wear wolf pelts. Take it or leave it."

I blink at him. "When did you get so grouchy?"
"I'm not grouchy!" He replies, sounding very grouchy.

Eventually, we come to a small village. When Wolf had said that we were going to a village, I'd pictured something similar to the village in "Beauty and the Beast", quaint little wooden houses with thatched straw roofs and happy people milling about haggling out prices for eggs. Just shows how much I know. Turns out, villages in Luna are not quaint, and definitely not happy. The houses are tiny shacks made of flaking concrete and flimsy wooden roofs. The paths are just dirt tracks lined with lamp posts with dead lights. The only spot of colour in the whole place is the silver tinge the moonlight casts over the matt grey and the flickering glow of a fire from glassless windows. Sometimes a long shadow would flit across the path as someone in one of the houses passed by the fire, but other than that the streets are empty.

I glance at Wolf. "Are all the villages like this."

"Pretty much." He says, a sad whine creeping into the rough growl of his voice, "Werewolves are lower class citizens in Luna. Making sure we lead healthy, happy lives isn't exactly one of the Queen's priorities."
"So, the Queen rules over all the species of Luna?" I ask, "There's no separate government for each one?"

"The werewolves sort-of have a separate government ruled by our Alphas but they have next to no power. They're mostly just figureheads."

I open my mouth, more questions fast brewing on my tongue. How did the werewolf government system work? Are the "Alphas" like their kings and queens? Who's the Alpha now? But before I can even make a sound, Wolf turns away from me, walking out of the shadows and into the village.

"I'll try and find some clothes to hide us for the time being." He tells me quietly, "Stay put until I get back."

"As if there's anywhere I could go." I mutter bitterly. Wolf's ear twitches, but he says nothing as he creeps along the dark shadows of the shacks.

A/N: Good news! My exams are finished! Now my writing schedule can get back to normal!

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