Paul was dwelling back on the old man. He was laying down in his bed, not able to sleep after tonight's events. The old man had called him a 'mutt'; did that mean he knew? Paul wasn't completely convinced that he was a werewolf, but what else did that explain the speed at which he ran when the old man had threatened Lewis? He ran across the parking lot, leaving Chris in the dust. Or the way the pick-pocketer ran from him when he demanded the wallet back. Or the way he could hear incredibly well throughout the office. Which brings back an unanswered question...... Why couldn't he hear Lewis' heart, like he could the others? And why did the old man threaten him? It was confusing, and before he could register how much time has passed, he heard the door creak open from downstairs, and - to his complete surprise - a familiar scent.
Paul got up and out of bed, wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He quickly pulled on pajama pants and headed downstairs.
Dave was standing the doorway, looking around the house with his arms crossed. He was wearing a t-shirt, exposing his dark skin along his arms. He smiled at Paul when he appeared.
"Good morning," Dave said brightly.
"It's night," Paul said, scratching his head absentmindedly.
"It's midnight," Dave said. "Therefore, the morning."
"It's not morning until I wake up," Paul said.
"You're awake now."
"Oh, shut it."
The two laughed light heartedly, then Paul fell silent as he thought about the events earlier. Dave noticed.
"What's up?" Dave asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Something happened earlier," Paul said, and that made Dave look at him in interest. "I think someone knows."
Dave looked at him with widened eyes, then motioned for him to sit down at the couch. Paul walked over, scratched his head and realized ears had again grown on top of his head, and groaned.
"It'll happen for a few nights," Dave explained cooly. "Now what happened? Who knows?"
"I-I don't know how he found out," Paul said. "But there was an old man who appeared earlier. He attacked my friend, and then started calling me a 'mutt'."
Dave thought for a moment, then met Paul's eye. "Who was your 'friend'?"
"Lewis Brindley," Paul said. "He's the CEO at my work place."
Dave smiled to himself. "So that's who Luke was talking about...."
"Hm?"
"Nothing. Did he say anything else?" Dave said, sitting forward.
"No," Paul said. "Just that he would 'make us pay'."
"Be careful from here on out," Dave's smile disappeared. "From what I heard there's a new 'community' forming that goes against all Supernaturals. Did he have anything that was out-of-place?"
"He had a wooden stake," Paul said. "And a sun tattoo. I think it had the letters 'S.S.' across it."
"Interesting," Dave said. He patted Paul on the back. "I should get going. The ears and tail should disappear in the next day or two. See you!" Dave got up and headed towards the door. He waved to Paul, and then sped into the night.
Paul made his way back to his bed, toying with the soft ears on top of his head. He made sure Chris was still asleep before laying back down on his bed and going to sleep.
***
Lewis was having almost the same conversation with Lucas at his house. Both were sat upon the couch, discussing the old man who had attacked them.
