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“Think you’re a real smart guy, don’t you.”

Chauvelin shrugged. “I’ve survived you once, William. I am hoping to survive you twice.”

“You didn’t survive me. You became what you are now. Somehow.”

Chauvelin took the further risk of standing up. He was still shorter than Will, and still very much in danger, but there was a self-possession about him now. He’d always seemed such a pathetic, weak, bitter thing. But there could be no denying he was wicked smart and more dangerous than he seemed.

“I won’t kill you tonight if you tell me my father’s name,” Will said. It was a test. If Chauvelin said the right name, then maybe he could be trusted. If he didn’t, Will could kill him without fear that secret information was going to die with him.

“I’ll tell you more than your father’s name, Will. I’ll tell you where he is. His name is Ivan, and he is living in Wyoming. Do me a favor, and I will give you the address.”

“What favor is that?”

“Take your wolf form and show New York that it needs to quiver.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means he has someone he wants you to kill,” Lorien interjected. He’d taken a seat on the fake throne, apparently figuring he may as well make himself comfortable in the meantime.

“I don't need to be a wolf to kill people,” Will said.

“Oh, I know, but the style factor…”

“I can’t. I don’t know how it works. I mean, I know there’s a potion of some kind that Maddox used on me once, but…”

“Interesting,” Chauvelin mused. “A wolf potion.”

“We need to go,” Lorien said, visibly uncomfortable and possibly concerned. “Come, Will.”

“I’m not leaving until he tells me where my father lives.”

“I’ll tell you when I get what I want,” Chauvelin countered.

“We’re going,” Lorien insisted. “Now. Do you want Maddox to come find you?”

No. Will did not want that. Will did not want Maddox to know about any of this. Maddox would kill Chauvelin for sure, both for trying to kill them and probably to stop Will from learning about his father.

“Alright. I will find you again,” Will said.

“Certainly,” Chauvelin replied. “I have every intention of finding you.”

“Okay, bye,” Will waved as he was physically dragged out of the house by Lorien who was suddenly acting as if he’d heard an alarm nobody else could hear.

“We should have killed him,” Lorien said on the way home.

Will said nothing. Next time he met Chauvelin he was going to ensure that Lorien was not there.

9 THE PAST

Several days later…

Maddox opened the door to a vaguely panicked but quite formal knocking. He didn’t need to see the one who knocked to know who the one knocking was.

“Candy. It feels like I’m seeing a lot of you lately.”

“Yes, sir. I don’t have good news again, I’m afraid.”

“What’s he done now?” Maddox sighed.

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