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As a part of my extensive training, I now had to attend night sessions, once a month, on the night of the full moon, when the Furs wolfed out.

After years of research, some guy with a long ass name found out that a lot of the violence involved in wolfing out was caused by losing control mentally, which lead on to losing control of your body and animal instincts. So because of that, Nevermore had been getting telepaths to join in during the full moon, to monitor the werewolves and hopefully calm them down.

Because everyone wanted quality time with Enid's older brothers. At least there were only 2 left at school, and they weren't the annoying ones.

Enid's brothers or not, Furs were hard enough to deal with when they weren't wolfing out, now they all just had sharp fangs and claws to match their horrible, wolf-y breath. I could have been doing much better things: maybe sleeping, doing homework or comforting Enid like I used to do.

"Just feel yourself entering the mental environment of the wolves." Our group instructor was giving instructions from the side as we all paired up with one fang.

This is ridiculous. But still, I followed along and closed my eyes, trying not to inhale the crisp red meat smelling air. It was really hard to concentrate with all that growling. I rubbed my temples and scowled, trying to 'feel' the mental energy I was supposed to be looking for.

"Open your mind to everything. Stop blocking things out. Feel the energy."

What was this, a yoga class for middle-aged parents at the community gym? I'm feeling the energy. Yup. Feeling very hyped right now. The amazing mind of the wolves. Beautiful. My subconscious is in the mind. Aha. Wolf go Wooooooof. Red meat and stuff.

Holy shit that actually worked. I am but a god.

I could almost sense the presence of the wild creature before me, but in my head. It was like a video game, with a wide empty space and just the two of us, circling each other. It was weird. Like everything existed on a higher level of being. Everything was the same, but in the mind.

Mother would be so proud.

Slowly, I heard the growls die down, and likewise in my mind, the energy stopped and reduced to a calm pulse. Being a telepath was certainly something.

I opened my eyes and found the werewolf I'd been assigned to fast asleep in its cage. It seemed almost docile and tame. I looked around and saw that only two others had 'tamed' their Furs, so I slipped out as quietly as I could.

And almost screamed. "What the hell, Thing?"

The hand had been scuttling on the staircase when I'd found him, shrinking into a corner at the sight of me. "What are you doing here?"

He did some frantic waving and pointing, spinning around until he stood up straight (I assumed) and showed me the writing on his palm. Call me. "Is that for me?" I asked.

Thing swayed left to right. "Is that a no?"

He lay palm down on the ground, like he was groaning. Thing used his fingers to push himself back up, at the same time launching himself to grab onto the bottom of my sweater. I suppressed a scream as he swung himself onto my arm, using a finger to secure himself and another to point at my phone.

"Call the number?" He wagged his pointer finger at me, then gestured to my phone again. I frowned and unlocked it, watching as he opened my gallery and scrolled to a picture of Tyler from a few months ago. It looked like the last day of junior year at high school, and we had taken a selfie together.

Before I could reminisce, Thing returned to my albums and clicked on a picture of Wednesday I had gotten from Enid. I remembered the message from Enid, that said: this bitch really sleeps like this, followed by a photo of the girl lying like a corpse in her bed.

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