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"Oh merde!"
No other word came to my mind. I had read the note Henri had left over my father's shoulder and understood why Sophie had knocked with such insistance to the door. Dad was leaning on the wall with one hand and breathed raggedly, paler than a corpse. I feared he would collapse any second.
"Gustave?"
Sophie tilted her head to better examine my father's face. And against all odds, he let go of the wall and walked to the living-room, insulting Henri. Sophie and I followed without knowing what to say. He crumpled the sheet of paper and threw in a corner of the room before heavily dropping on the couch, his face buried in his hands.
"What are we going to do?" Sophie asked in a quiet voice.
"There is no "we" Sophie. I will not put your life in danger." he answered as he rubbed his face. "Thank you for everything, but go home, I'm begging you!"
Sophie gave me a sidelong look her lips pinched.
"Gustave... I know Arthur's a werewolf."
"What?!"
Dad had looked up abruptly and he and I had shouted at the same time. How on earth did she know?
When she saw our shocked looks, she understood she had to explain.
"The vision I told you about the other day showed me... I'm sorry."
"Did you tell anyone?"
Sophie shook her head. I was astounded by her calm. She may have been sitting next to a werewolf, she showed no sign of anxiety. Then, something hit me: what vision was Sophie talking about?
"Wait a minute! What vision?"
Dad apologised for not telling me, but he had wanted to preserve me from this prediction and once Sophie told us her premonition, I understood why. I wanned.
"At least, we know it will happen on a full moon night." Sophie said.
Dad rubbed his face again before he answered.
"Non. Arthur can control his metamorphosis."
Sophie's eyes and mouth opened wide.
"What? What do you mean?"
My father shrugged and shook his head. I tried to keep a composed face but fear and anxiety had started to take control of my body. Ul must have felt it for until that moment indifferent, he came to lean against my leg and licked my hand. I stroked his head, under the observant eye of my father. Silence had lasted for two long minutes when Sophie asked again:
"What are we going to do?"
As my father inhaled deeply, he got to his feet.
"First we eat, then we sleep... And tomorrow, we formulate a plan.
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Hunter
Paranormal1801, working for an agency fighting against supernatural Gustave is 24 when he discovers a baby born of a werewolf mother. As he cannot deliver the child to his colleagues who would kill him, he decides to adopt him. Seveteen years later, the disco...
