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Author's note: Helloooooo, fanfic readers! So, the very few that made the effort of actually reviewing (glares at everybody who didn't review) thank you veeeery much. It really makes my day to see that at least some people appriciate hard work...

PS: Reply to a reviewer, this isn't a crossover with any series that I know of, just with the mystical world...

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Previous chapter:

Jarod looked at him with fear in his eyes. But there was also determination in those eyes. And it was that that told Jason that Jarod would be allright. "What are you?" Jarod finally asked.

"I am just like you, Jarod. We share the same blood. The blood of the wolf."

"We are...werewolves."

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Chapter 2

-- Revelations --

Silence met Jasons words. Silence that lasted at least 5 minutes. Finally, Jarod recovered enough of his higher brain functions to speak.

"You have GOT to be kidding me. Werewolves? Those things don't exist." He exclaimed.

"Trust me, we're definatelly real." Jason said. "I can feel it very strongly. That's another thing thats got me beat."

"What?" Jarod asked.

"Ok, first of all, I know that you don't quite believe me yet, but let's pretend that I'm telling the truth. Ok? I'll explain a few things first and then, if you still don't believe me, I'll prove to you that we really are werewolves. Deal?" Jason proposed.

"Ok" Jarod said.

"Right, I'll begin with the basics. There are 2 categories of werewolves. The first category are the Turned Ones. Those are human beings that became a werewolf by being bitten or scrached by a another werewolf. They usually don't know that they are a werewolf. They're the weakest among the werwolf kind. Every month, during the three nights of the full moon, they transform into their werewolf forms and go on rampage. When they are in theur wolf forms, they become beasts. They know nothing but the instinct to hunt and kill. Fortunatelly, they mostly go for caddle. Still, it happens that a werewolf comes across a human being. In a case like that, their are three possible outcomes: one, that person gets away, unharmed. That option is virtually non-existent. Two, that person gets away, but has been bitten or scrached, in effect becoming a werewolf themself. Ot the third option, that person gets killed by the werewolf. The Turned Ones are the most dangerous in normal circumstances because they will attack everyone, exept their own family."

Jarod sat their, shocked. "Are you saying that I'm a mindless killer 3 nights a month?" He asked.

"I didn't say that. Let me finish. The Turned Ones are the first category of werewolf. The other category are the born werewolves. One of their parents, or possibly both, are a werewolf also. From the moment one of the parents is a werewolf, the children are born werewolves. Wether the parent or parents are Turned or born werewolves themself doesn't matter. You and I are both born werewolves. That is why your wolf-signature is so strong. But I'll come back to that later. Their are several differences between a Turned One and a Full werewolf, the first being that they are stronger and faster. Second, they can transform whenever they want, wheter it be fully or just partially..."

"Partially transforming? What do you mean by that?" Jarod asked.

"Partially transforming means that you begin the transformation, but don't complete it. I'll show you later. Full werewolves can't stop their transformation when the full moon rises, but they do know the difference between good and bad. Unlike Turned Ones, Full werewolves won't attack a human being unless threatened. Full werewolves also have the possibility to become a Master Werewolf, but not every Full werewolf becomes one. Before you ask, a Master Werewolf is a Full werewolf that has the ability to resist the call of the full moon and thus preventing his transformation. It also has supirior strenght, speed and senses compared to a normal Full werewolf. It eminates a power that draws others of our kind to it. They consider the Master Werewolf their leader. I'll tell you more about Master Werewolves later, but first some things that go for eny werewolf, be it Turned or Full." Jason paused.

"Werewolves are nearly immortal. We age very slowly and are vert hard to kill. The only ways to kill us are decapitation, incineration or with a mortal found made by silver. Any other way will only temporarelly kill us, meaning that we will revive when our body is fully healed. We also heal very fast. Normal wounds will heal ten times faster, but wounds afflicted by others of our kind or by silver will heal at a normal rate."

"What about that signature you spoke of?" Jarod asked.

"We can sense that another of our kind is near, but normally that feeling quickly reduces to a very faint reminder that the other is their. But with you... I've been sitting next to you for about 45 minutes, but no decrease in your signature. That can only mean on thing, and that is that you are newly awakened. Tell me Jarod, have you ever looked at the full moon?"

"Last month I looked at it for the first time. When I was a child, I was locked away underground and I never took the time to look at it before. Last month was the first time I looked at the full moon. But I can't remember much about it..."

"That's normal. When you change, the wolf spirit inside takes over. Your human spirit is pushed back, but still influences the wolf spirit. That would explain why you can't remember much. It also explains why your signature doesn't decrease in strenght. Your wolf side emerged for the first time last month and now it instincivly seeks a mentor, a fellow wolf. However, it doesn't explain why your signature is so strong. The only reason for that that I can think of is that you are a second or thirdh generation Full werewolf."

Jason came quite and Jarod let the info sink in. He really wanted to believe, it felt so right, but at the same time, it sounded so utterly ridiculous. 'Werewolves, for Christ's sake. Is he telling the truth? Can he be telling me the truth? It feels so right...'

"You're wondering if I'm telling the truth, am I right?" Jason asked, getting a very strange look from Jarod.

"Yes, but how did you know that? Are you a telepath?"

"Werewolves can communicate with eachother in that way, but I remember when I was first told that I was a werewolf. I was wondering if that man, that complete stranger, could be telling me the truth. He told me the truth allright. Just like I'm telling you the truth. If you want, I can prove it." Jason offered.

"That would add creddebility to your story." Jarod said.

"Ok, I'll transform. It's dark and we're alone, so no-one will see us. But remember, I may look different, but I'm still me. I won't harm you. If I wanted to, you'd be dead already." Jason said.

He stepped back and closed his eyes. The transformation started almost immediatelly. His muscles began to expand causing his jeans and T-shirt to become really tight. Fur began to grow on every part of his body. His T-shirt couldn't take the pressure and tore. His jeans withstood the pressure. Jasons face began to reform in a snout. His eyes became a gleaming yellow and his theeth grew to real fangs. His upperlip seemed to melt together with his nose and came forward at the same time as his chin became longer. He now wore the face of a wolf. His hands and feet changed into paws. He didn't have any shoes on, so his feet just grew and reformed. His hands became the biggest claws Jarod had ever seen. The transformation lasted in it's total about 10 seconds. Jason streched himself, standing up at his full lenght. Jarod looked at the beast in front of him in pure awe. A beast, 7, maybe 8 foot long, massive muscles everywhere, glowing yellow eyes that looked straight at him. His survival instincs kicked in and he turned and ran as fast as he could.

'They always do that.' Jason thought. He crouched, and flexed his powerfull muscled rear legs. He gathered his energy and took a mighty jump, 12 foot in the air, over a distance of 30 feet. He flipped over mid-air and landed right in front of Jarod.

"STOP!" He roared. Jarod froze on the spot. A smirk, or its equivalent, crept over Jasons snout. "I told you that I wouldn't hurt you. There is no reason to fear me. I may look a little overwhelming (A/N: understatment of the year! He's a 250 pound muscled killing machine with huge fangs and claws that could tear you appart in less that 2 seconds...), but I'm still the same person. Take a good look at me, feel if you like, so that you're convinced that I'm no fraud. You don't know how to do it yet, but you could do the exact same thing as me." Jason said.

Jarod stood there, looking utterly terrified. Then, he did something he didn't really believe himself. He reached out and touched the fur of the beast in front of him. It was surprisingly soft. He took Jasons claw and examined it. This kept on going till Jarod was convinced that Jason indeed had changed shape.

"So...I could do that too?" He asked.

"Yes. But you would need training and exercise. If you want, I could train you go gain control over your powers. If not for you, then do it for the people that are dear to you so you don't hurt them accidentally. Remember, you will transform every time a full moon rises." Jason said. He decided that returning to his normal state would be better. He returned to his human form, only wearing his jeans. "You know, you wanted proof, so you're going to buy me a new shirt." Jason told him.

"Ok." Jarod said.

"Ok, what?" Jason asked, a little confused.

"Ok, I'll train with you and ok, I'll buy you a new shirt." Jarod answered.

"Oh, good. I expect that the training won't fall that difficult for you since you're a Pretender." Jason said. They walked back to where Jason had told about werewolves and Jason took the remains of his shirt. "Damn, I really liked that shirt." He muttered. He felt in his backpocket and took out an adrescard. "Here. Meet me at this adres tomorrow at, let's say, 9?"

"Fine by me."

"Good. Then I suggest you get some sleep because you're going to need it. I'll see you tomorrow then." Jason said, extending his hand.

"Tomorrow." Jarod answered, taking Jasons hand.

DONE!! Well, what do you think? It took me real long to write, altough I had the ideas in my head. But I managed at last...

Next chapter: training, training, more training and...Centre goons!!

See you people later...