Wolves Page #5

I figured maybe he was pissing you off.

- You told him about me?

- No... Sh*t, no. Nothing.

- That's funny.

I thought I heard my name.

- No. Hell, no, Connor.

I just played it off as, you know,

"Small town, we don't like outsiders

so f*** off." You know'?

- Hmm...

I'm having a problem here, Carter.

See, I know this kid's

from one of the old lines.

Maybe he's from here

or maybe he's from down east,

from the Synod. Maybe.

But what I'm really trying to figure out

is why Tollerman took him on so quick.

And also why the f*** a useless drunk

like you would take any interest in him.

I feel like secrets are being kept from me.

- No, listen, you know what I know.

- So you didn't tell him

anything about us?

And you got nothing

to tell me about him?

- No, no, Connor, no way.

You gotta believe me.

- And this has nothing to do

with your brother Joe?

You tell me right now,

who is this f***ing kid, huh?

What's he doing here?

And can I tear his f***ing guts out

without facing any backlash?

- No, I don't know. I don't.

I don't know anything.

I just tried to get him to f***ing leave,

save us all a bunch of trouble.

- That sounds believable.

So now I guess the one thing left to do

is to make sure that you...

don't tell him anything else

before I'm ready to deal with him.

- I won't, I won't... I swear it.

- No, Carter. You know what a promise

from your family means to me?

Going to have ourselves

a night hunt, boys!

Yeah!

- You know how this works, Carter.

So run!

Yeah...

One, two, three, four...

Ready or not...

here we come!

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you!

You smell that?

- Oh my God!

- Sorry.

You smell that, right, that reek?

- Yeah. Can you?

- We're downwind.

An asthmatic with a head cold

could smell it from here.

- What are you doing out here?

- They've killed someone.

I need to find out who.

Shh...

Okay, you can look,

but don't make a sound.

- No way.

- To Connor!

- What are they eating?

- His name's Carter.

Carter Wills.

- Jesus.

- We gotta go.

Come on. Now!

- Ugh!

They were...

They were, all of them...

- Wolves, yeah...

Just like you.

...a star student,

a gifted athlete,

but no one suspected

the insanity that lay within...

- Great, they're playing that crap now.

- No, son.

We had it TiVo'd.

- Oh, Cayden, I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- What are you sorry about?

It's not your fault.

- No, son.

It's my fault.

Ah!

This is your mother.

- My mother?

- Lucinda was my sister's girl.

What a beauty she was.

- We've been here a long time,

werewolves of the Eastern Coast.

We came here on the ships,

the first ships.

Of course, there's not many

of the old lines left.

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