Lycan Fallout: Rise Of The Werewolf by Mark Tufo

him?” Tommy asked.
    “No, for whatever reason he left, it must be important. We will continue on.”
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    I walked away from the fortress happy to have some food. I alternated eating bread and cheese, always giving Oggie a piece of whatever I was having. Normally he liked to roam around, but he was hanging pretty close since we started eating. I found a small copse of trees and removed my destroyed clothes. I enjoyed the feel of the sun on my skin and actually took a moment to lie down. I had to admit, there was something extremely primitive and inviting about being this close to nature. I let my eyes close. Oggie was sniffing around the bag.
    “We’ll eat more in a minute,” I told him groggily.
    I heard him go bounding off. I think Oggie took the minute part literally I heard him come traipsing back much quicker than I had anticipated, or I had fallen asleep and more time had elapsed than I thought. I sat up when I realized those weren’t the sounds of paws on grass, but rather, shoed feet.
    Nothing makes you feel more vulnerable than nudity, and besides some clinging twigs and leaves, I was as naked as one could get. I was staring at the clothes Lana had given me; I reached out and snagged them. My hand nearly rebelled at the feel of the scratchy Rayon-Burlap hybrid. I think I would have put my shredded clothes back on if I hadn’t shed them back at the opening to the copse. There was no way I was getting into a fight with my talliwacker flapping about. I had just pulled the rough material over my head when I heard her.
    “Sir,” Lana called out.
    “You’re kidding right?” I said softly, ducking down and putting my arms through the torturous sleeves as quickly as I could. “I’d rather wear rusty armor,” I said as I pulled the pants up. My socks were a lost cause and I had discarded them with the rest of my previous clothing. The boots could use a thorough rinsing, but they were in great shape. I put them on, foregoing tying them for the moment.
    “What are you doing here?” I stood up. She had gotten a lot closer than I had expected and gasped in surprise when she saw me.
    “I told my father. He did not believe me that a war is coming. My father said that you were just trying to scare us because we would not let you in.”
    “So how did coming to find me seem like a good idea? You have no idea who I am. I could very easily be the monster your father believes that I am. Or worse,” I added, bending over to tie my boots. The wind had kicked up exposing that damned delicious looking neck again.
    “This a test, God?” I grumbled.
    “Excuse me?” Lana asked, thinking I was talking to her.
    “Nothing.” I told her, thankful her hair had dropped back down. “Go home, I appreciate what you’ve done for me, but there’s nothing except danger out here.”
    “Where are you from...really?” she asked, completely blowing off my warning.
    “I love teenagers, such a uniquely obstinate being.”
    “Your clothes, I couldn’t tell from the wall, but I knew they were different. And then when I saw your boots, I knew you weren’t from idten’t Maine and you have an accent I’ve never heard before. It’s so exotic.”
    “You’ve never heard a Bostonian accent before?” I asked.
    “Where? Are you from across the ocean? Father told me that people used to travel over the waterways covering vast distances.”
    “I’m from...” I let it t rail off, Massachusetts would mean as much to her as Boston would.
    “And more importantly,” she pressed on, “ What are you?”
    “What?”
    “I touched your hand…you are no man.”
    “You have no idea what I am or where I’m from, and you come out alone and unarmed. And they say I have the dumbs.”
    She looked slightly crestfallen. If she had lived during my times, though, she probably would have been a cheerleader with how quickly she rebounded.
    “You are no Lycan like my father believes.”
    “How do you know that?” I asked