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Wolf's POV:
The Familiar Stranger
"Look, I just want to go out for a walk."
"The last time you went out for a walk at night, you came back the next morning with your leg and shoulder torn open!"
I sigh with exasperation. The police at the station had completely lost it when I arrived back at the station a few days ago with blood-soaked bandages wrapped around my leg and shoulder and my clothes all torn up. They'd forbidden me from going to school that day and took me to a hospital to get my injuries looked at.
Several days later, my wounds are healing well and my limp is far less pronounced. But that hasn't stopped the police from fussing over me.
"I'll only be out for an hour or so, I just want some fresh air!" I say trying not to let my irritation show.
"And a gravestone apparently." Grant grumbled.
I roll my eyes.
The door to the station swings open and I perk up with interest. It's not often the officers on night duty come back early. It's only happened once during my time here, and I'm not sure if that counts since it was when they found me and brought me to the station.
"We found this kid just wandering around." Jane says with a gesture to someone behind her. "Thought it would be a good idea to bring him here, you know, just in case he's a runaway or something."
"We should rename this place "Commonwealth Home for Lost Boys"." Officer David called out jokingly. "At this rate, we're going to have a whole army of them running around here!"
The other police chuckled, but I'm not paying attention. I've just picked up the scent of whoever Jane found. My muscles tense, ready for a fight. After my last encounter with a werewolf, I'm being on my guard.
"What's all this about lost boys?" The chief asks, coming into the room. Jane steps aside and I finally get a good view of the werewolf. He's about my age, though a bit shorter and his muscles are a lot less pronounced than mine. He has long white-blond hair tied back in a ponytail and sharp ice-blue eyes. My face pulls into a slight frown when I see he's wearing normal clothing, a plain grey T-shirt and jeans and worn sneakers. How did he get those? He can't have been here that long, could he?
He's frowning at me too, studying my scarred face intently. I lean away from him slightly. He can probably smell that I'm a werewolf and that's why he's looking at me like that, but still; it's creeping me out!
The chief is oblivious to my discomfort and laughs boisterously at the sight of the other werewolf. "Well, well, well, maybe we should set up an orphanage! That is assuming your parents aren't dead?"
"They're alive." Is the neutral reply.
The chief claps his hands together. "Alright then! Well, why don't you just come into my office? I'll ask you a few questions, make sure you're not doing anything wrong, then send you on your way, okay?"
The werewolf nods and follows the chief out of the room.
I excuse myself to my room and leave as well. I need to think. Why are there werewolves appearing now? I figured out years ago that my homeland isn't exactly on Earth. So why are so many of my kind showing up? Even weirder, none of them seem to be suffering from seizures like me! I always assumed it's because this place isn't where I'm supposed to be, but what if I'm wrong? What if I'd have gotten these seizures anyway, even if I hadn't ended up here? Maybe I'm just weird, even among my own kind. Well, at least I'm used to the feeling by now.
I decide to do some reading to kill some time. I'm not that tired, and I haven't even had dinner yet, so I'll probably put off going to bed till later. Just a few pages in though, there's a knock on my door.
Without waiting for me to say he can enter, the chief comes in, the werewolf following close behind him. "Turns out, this kid does live on Earth!" He jokes, "I've called his parents. They know he's out and he's got permission. Even so, I'll be sending some people to take him home. In the meantime, why don't you boys do some bonding?"
I'm not really in the mood for "bonding" and the other werewolf doesn't seem to be either. But I've lived with the chief long enough to know that arguing is pointless. So I say nothing as he pretty much shoves the werewolf deeper into my room and walks out the door, looking very pleased with himself.
The door shuts, and chief's footsteps fade away into silence, but neither I nor the other werewolf say a word. We frown at each other, him probably because he's wondering what I'm doing here, me because I want to know how he could have lived here long enough to have an address without me noticing at some point. Though, granted, I don't really get out much.
Finally, I pick up my book again. I don't think this guy's in the mood for conversation right now. But (to my slight dismay), as soon as I flip to my page, he speaks.
"Do I know you?"
I glance up at him. "What?"
"Do I know you? You seem familiar."
I put down my book and study him. I guess he does seem a bit familiar. The serious lines to his face, the coldness of his eyes. Something about him definitely rings a few bells, but I can't dredge up any memories.
I shrug. "I'm drawing a blank. What's your name?"
"Jacin."
More bells, but still no memories.
I shrug again. "I guess you seem familiar, but I can't place you. Sorry."
"Don't mention it." Jacin replies as he leans against the wall. "I take it you're the one who beat the snot out of Jerrico?"
I blink at him in confusion. "Who?"
"He would've looked like a ginger-furred wolf when you met."
"Oh yeah, that wolf. In my defence, he was trying to kill me."
Jacin frowns. "I doubt that. We're not supposed to kill anyone when we're on Earth."
"Well he seemed very eager to rip my throat out."
A slow smirk spreads across his face, like he's amused. "Well, I'd still like to thank you for that. That man is insufferable."
I have no idea what to say to that. You're welcome?
Jacin's scowl quickly returns, wiping out the amused smirk as though it never existed. "On another note, how did you get to be on Earth?"
I eye him warily before shrugging. "It was an accident."
"Oh yeah?" Jacin asks, clearly not convinced. "And how did this "accident" occur?"
I shrug again. I'm not lying, ending up here was a complete accident. But the details are so ludicrous, Jacin will probably just burst out laughing and ask the question again.
"Okay," he groans, "since you don't want to tell the truth, let's try a different question: how did you get past bioelectric sickness?"
Okay, he's officially lost me. "What?"
"Bioelectric sickness. If you really came here by accident, you should be rife with it, but you clearly aren't. So, why?"
I shake my head in bewilderment. "I'm sorry but I don't know what you talking about. I've never heard of… "bioelectric sickness", in my life!"
Jacin raises an eyebrow at me.
I glare at him. "If you're not going to believe anything I say, then what's the point in asking me all these questions?"
"Maybe you should come up with a remotely plausible answer."
I get another flash of deja vù at the sarcastic response. I'm almost positive I know this guy now. But I still can't place him. Maybe I never officially met him, just saw him in passing? Or had a friendly conversation with him or something?
He opens his mouth, probably to interrogate me further, when my door opens and chief walks in. "Alright Jacin, time for you to head home."
A/N: Wolf and Jacin meet (possibly again) and Jacin's attempts to figure Wolf out are met with failure.
Clearly Levana's pulled out all the stops for Jacin's mission: giving him a fake address, phone number, even parents to cover for him! But what is bioelectric sickness? How did Wolf end up on Earth? And when is this story going to have some action?
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