I looked up at the school. Another day of acting like a giant dummy. Another day of pretending that I don't know anything about werewolves, the Federal Wolf Government, the Elementals, and all of that, to everyone except Xavier. I was used to it, though. It was the second month of school, after all.
I walked into the science classroom and sat down in my usual seat in the back. Xavier was already there. I smiled at him. "Ready for another day of acting?"
"Am I ever?"
I chuckled. "Fair point."
The rest of our classmates filed in through the door and sat down. The teacher cleared his throat. "Instead of our usual lesson I had planned for today, we will be talking about werewolves. Miss Lupus, would you mind telling us what you know?"
I stood up. "I don't suppose I have a choice."
"You don't," the teacher agreed.
"Fine." I looked at Xavier and tapped a quick message. I'm not sure how much I can say without giving anything away.
Do your best, he replied subtly.
I smiled lightly at the teacher. "First, you should know that there has been some disagreement on what a werewolf actually is. There are three different creatures that go by this name. There is the Shapeshifter Wolf, which can change into a wolf at any time, the Wolfman, a physical combination of man and wolf, and the True Werewolf, the man that transforms into a wolf during a full moon.
“Killing a werewolf isn’t like killing a vampire- it can be done various ways, which include but are not limited to getting hit by a car, falling from a high elevation, or bleeding to death.” Or using enough Wolfsbane… But I couldn’t say that. “You shouldn’t try these methods unless you’re faster than a wolf, though. Instead, I would recommend using silver bullets to the heart. If you don’t have silver bullets, normal bullets may do the job, but it will take a much longer time, seeing as werewolves are able to take ridiculous amounts of abuse. If you have to use a normal gun, go for a sniper and aim to sever the connection between the spinal cord and the brain- it will make your job a lot easier.” I realized that there were werewolves in this class who were my enemies, and that I was giving them info on how to kill us, but I couldn’t stop here. Too suspicious.
“You can also kill a werewolf using sharp objects such as knives, machetes, or swords, but that would force you to go into close combat, so I don’t recommend it.
“Tying or chaining up a werewolf is much better than the bullets or the sharp objects because a werewolf won’t last long without its limbs.
“Sharp objects at a distance can be effective. An Olympic javelineer, for example, may be able to strike an unaware werewolf at the other end of a field, but you could use a bow and arrow, or a spear thrown off a building or a cliff. However, this may only anger the werewolf, not kill it.
“Using blunt objects can work quite well. If you throw a piano off a building or roll a boulder off a cliff, you may kill the werewolf. However, these situations are unlikely, and the werewolf won’t go down without a fight.
“You could also hit one with a truck. If you hit, it’s almost a sure kill. If you miss… well, don’t miss.
“That’s all I have to say about killing them. Let’s move on to the final part of this discussion.
“There are three ways to become a werewolf. You can be born with werewolf genes, you can be bitten by a werewolf, or you can be ‘cursed.’ The latter has to be afflicted on a mortal by a werewolf. There has only been one instsance of this, however, and we don’t know if this way even exists, given it is taken from a legend.
“That’s all I have to say. The floor is yours, Professor.”
He stood there, shocked. “I appear to have nothing to say. You said everything I had on the lesson plan.”
I smiled. “Did I really?”
“You didn’t have to go that far into detail,” Xavier said as we exited the classroom.
“I actually did. You know how I am about not speaking everything.”
“Yes, I do.” He sighed. “I think you may have given us away.”
“Calm down, Xave. We’re safe.”
He shook his head. “See you at lunch. We can talk about it then.”
“See you.” I walked to my second period.
Skip to lunch.
“Hey,” I said, sitting down at my usual table with Xavier, Alice, Frank, Joel, and Diana*.
You’re cheerful, Xavier noted.
Got to keep up the demeanor. I have bad news.
There’s a new kid in the neighborhood. His name’s Dominic. Dominic Steele.
Xavier cursed under his breath, something I rarely hear him do. My brother?
How many Steele families do we know?
Not always, he corrected.
Point taken. What are our plans for the Haven?