By Moonlight (P.P + M.J)

29. One Fang, a Million Theories

Peter was horrorstruck. Could that scaly fiend have really killed Werewolf? But how? Werewolf had a healing factor that could save him from anything! Peter's heart was heavy as he stowed the tooth away in one of his belt compartments. A part of him couldn't believe that his lycan friend was dead. Sure, Werewolf hadn't been a good guy in the truest sense of the term, but he was still nice and offered a helping hand when he needed to. He was good like that, at least.

As he swung through the city, he realized how much he would miss the wolf. He had only met him a handful of times, but he had been helpful on almost every occasion. Except for that time on the bridge, and the truck chase, and the scrapyard...

Either way, Werewolf was someone he liked, despite his flaws.

"Karen, send a message to Ned and MJ," Peter ordered, his thoughts revolving around Werewolf and the fang, "tell them to meet at my house after school. Let them know it's super urgent."

Karen did so, and Peter made his way home. He knew Aunt May might be mad at him for not coming home in the morning, and even madder for not going to school, but he hoped that she would settle down after he explained. As he rounded off into his neighborhood, he stuck to the roofs, keeping low so no one would know where Spiderman lived. He picked out his window and slipped into his room. Dropping to the floor, he quickly changed from his suit into some fresh clothes, careful to not make his scratches bleed.

"May?" Peter called, and suddenly, his door was pushed open. His aunt looked annoyed, at best.

"Why weren't you back this morning?" May asked him, crossing her arms and pursing her lips, "why aren't you in school?"

"It's a, uh, long story," Peter replied with a shrug, "but if it helps, Mr.Stark told me to take the day off."

"Yeah, as if that's supposed to make me feel better," May said sarcastically, shaking her head, "was he part of your "long story" last night?"

"Yeah, but trust me, nothing's wrong," Peter answered, "and MJ and Ned are gonna be here after school, just so you know."

"Who's MJ?" May asked.

"Uh, it's Michelle... Jones," he replied, realizing that May had never actually met or heard of MJ before.

"Oh yes, of course," May sighed, walking down the hall, "well, I'm going to go get some groceries. Please try not to die while I'm gone."

It was already noon, so Peter decided to keep himself busy. He wanted to know exactly what was capable of killing Werewolf. Not even a ton of bullets could take him down, and he had proven to be incredibly tough. Like, he had stopped a full-blown bus and left without a scratch.

Peter then took out the fang and studied it closely. It really was just a tooth in a metal case. The boy figured that that case must act as a protective covering of a sort, or maybe he just had a bad cavity.

Determined, Peter turned on his laptop and searched through Google for potential weaknesses to werewolves. Most of the results showed silver to be the top reason, like silver bullets and swords. Others said fire was a weakness, because the fur of a werewolf was particularly flammable. But then again, so was every other animal on the planet. But that weakness didn't quite make sense because Werewolf had escaped a burning building without so much as a singe.

Peter also read something interesting about their teeth and claws. Apparently, their claws carried their lycanthropy disease and their fangs bore a toxin that could kill anything in minutes. Peter remembered that Werewolf's claws were also capped. The boy decided that the lycan kept his teeth and claws protected in metal cases to stop him from infecting or poisoning anyone.