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“They’re like the original werewolves. They’re like regular humans, but at night they shift and go feral.

When they wake up in the morning –if they wake up– they won’t remember anything. Most don’t even

know that they’re cursed.”

Luke paused for a bit as we stepped over tree roots and started to climb a small hill, then continued.

“The next tier are those who can willingly shift into animals, but just regular animals. They still have a

conscience while in their nonhuman form, but no powers. Believe it or not, many cats, birds, and

rodents in the human world are actually shifters in their animal forms.”

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clever, and would sometimes disappear for days on end. My parents always said she was just

exploring, but now I wondered if she was off somewhere in her human form doing human things.

“What’s after that?” I asked.

“Shifters like Enzo,” Luke replied. ” People who can shift into much larger, more powerful versions of

animals. It’s not just that they have the ability to shift, but rather that there are two beings inside of

them: their own human conscience, and their animal conscience.”

“Like split personalities?”

“Sort of,” Luke replied. “But both can be conscious at the same time, and talk to each other

telepathically. Usually, when a shifter of this caliber comes of age, their animal appears to them, and

they share a soul. Their animal — like Enzo’s wolf — can give them some or #Chapter 31 Pity Party

all of its power.”

“So it’s a spirit animal.”

“Exactly.”

Luke and I finished climbing the hill and came to a small clearing. From here, we could see the campus

down below. It looked so small.

I was silent for a while as I took in the view, but then cleared my throat and asked another question.

“So… what are you? Are you a shifter?”

Luke was silent for some time. He looked down at his feet. I couldn’t see his face, not that it would

make a difference since he had no face, but I wondered if my question made him sad.

“I’m not much of anything,” he said. ” Just a guy who fucked up and was cursed to live for all eternity.

But not in a cool, sexy way, like a vampire. Just cursed to slowly rot and erode.

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Eventually I’ll just be dust, when these bones start to disintegrate in millions of years.”

“That sounds… lonely,” I said. I couldn’t explain it, but I was starting to feel genuinely bad for this

strange talking skeleton.

He shrugged. “You get used to it. That’s why I decided to hang out in that anatomy lab. I like seeing all

of the students come and go.”

For some reason, the skeleton’s words made me smile. It was strange to think that a talking skeleton

might be becoming my friend.

We didn’t speak for a long time after that. Eventually I started to feel better as we sat together on the

hillside, and started to think to myself as I sobered up that maybe it was a good thing that my sex with

Enzo got interrupted. It would have been a bad idea and I likely

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would have regretted it in the morning. Even now, I was regretting even letting it start.

If Enzo wanted to get back with Lisa, she could have him.

Alcohol really makes people do the craziest things!

I returned home that night around midnight and decided to do some more research on my own. If there

really was a whole supernatural world out there like Enzo and Luke claimed, I wanted to gather

information from more sources; I guess you could say it was the academic in me coming out.

I sat at my computer with the lights off for hours, scouring online forums and websites for any traces of

information that seemed even relatively plausible. Most of what I found was either obviously made up

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speculative, and 1 was beginning to think that I should just give up when I found an interesting link

several hundred pages deep on G****e.

The link led me to a forum post on an extremely obscure cryptozoology website that looked like it

hadn’t been updated since 1999. Most of the forum threads had been abandoned for years, and most

of them seemed like utter nonsense.

There was one in particular, though, that caught my eye.

The title of the forum post read: “I’m a werewolf hunter and I have PROOF.”

Furrowing my brow, I clicked on the thread and opened it.

“I’m not sure if anyone will take this seriously or even bother clicking, but to hell with it. I’ve been

hunting werewolves for twenty years on the eastern coast of Canada and I have #Chapter 31 Pty Party

actual proof that they’re real. If you want to give me a chance and see what I have to offer, email me at

the link below. I swear that what I have to show you will rock your entire world.”

There wasn’t anything else to the post aside from the email link, and there were no replies. It could

have been a scam, but something in me told me to click the link and reach out just to see what would

happen..

I clicked the link and typed out my message.

“I saw your post. I believe that werewolves and other cryptids may be real, and I would like to discuss it

with you. -N.”

Taking a deep breath, I sent the email.

I went to close my laptop, figuring that I would never get a reply, but before I did, my email dinged. My

hands shook as I saw that the anonymous forum poster had replied within moments.

“Hi, N. I’d like to talk. Let’s meet up. K.”