The boys took their way through the door. -----“You sounded worried there for a minute. Not…worried about anything are you?” “No. The way I figure it, we’ve been down here for about 2 months, and you haven’t changed…so I figure, that wasn’t a werewolf that actually bit you.” -----“Funny…I was thinking kind’a along the same lines…except…” The second boy stopped. “Except what?” He didn’t sound too happy. -----“Except, the way I figure it, the magic of this place, is making time seem to move slower than it actually is. The way I figure it…it’s just a matter of time and I will change.” “Just have to make things more difficult, don’t you.” He smiled. -----“Look, you may not be worried, but I am. I can feel it, the cycle is closing and I…just don’t feel right.” The second boy stopped and turned to his friend. “Even if…IF….you are a werewolf now, that can be…tamed.” -----“My God…you’ve lost your marbles. Tame a werewolf? What the hell do you got in that pack? You’ve got a gun don’t you? Loaded with silver bullets I suspect? Gonna kill me if I change?” “If I was going to kill you, I assure you that it wouldn’t be because of you being a werewolf. Now, when I caught you with your tongue down my sisters’ throat…yeah, I tried to kill you then, but that was completely different circumstances. Totally different reasons there.” -----“So…being trapped in a cave with a werewolf isn’t as bad as somebody making it with your sis?” “No.” -----“You’ve got odd priorities.” He bent over clutching his stomach. “I think the time is closer than I thought.” He held up his hands and you could see a yellowing of the nails; they were longer than before and dark thick black hair starting to fill in on the backs of his hands. The second boy, without thinking, reached into his pack and pulled out a small hammer and something else. With a speed one wouldn’t normally expect, he grabbed his friends right hand, flung it to the ground and tacked (with the hammer) a small object into it. -----“F----WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?!” “Burn?” -----“Yeah…” He surveyed his hand. “The hair…the nails….everything’s back to normal. Well, except that it feels like there is a white hot poker in my hand.” The second boy spun the hammer as if it were a pistol and put it back in his pack. “Silver charm; as long as I got it into you before you fully transformed the first time, you’ll be safe. But, If somebody cuts off your hand, you go back to the, uh, ‘normal’ way.” -----“Any reason you couldn’t have told me before hand what you were gonna do?” “Yeah…I caught you ‘making it’ with my sis.” -----“…….Ok, that’s fair…..Shall we continue?” “Let’s.”