Walter remembered the savagery of Gray’s wounds. He had no desire to see the old wolf maimed and mutilated. “No, I won’t say anything. Just make sure it’s painless.”
“I promise. You’ve been a good friend to him, Walt, I’m sorry he summoned you. In a way, though, it’s for the best. A lot of us felt it was a mistake for Gray to bring an outsider into the pack. It’s something I’m going to rectify.” Her voice grey deeper, her face grew longer, and her arms and shoulders sprouted thick hair.
Eviline hesitated. “Not the reaction I anticipated…”
Walter said, “Have you ever heard of Colloidal Silver?”
The werewolf shook her head.
“I’m not surprised, I only learned about it two years ago myself. It’s a new age medicine, supposed to kill bacteria or some such thing. I don’t actually believe in it myself. What attracted me to it, however, was that it contains silver. The only downside is if you take it every day for a long enough period, the silver starts to collect in your skin, and…”
“You turn blue,” Eviline finished.
“I prefer to think of it as blue-gray, but yes, it turns a person blue. So, while Rose and I do have to put up with neighborly whispering and the occasional finger pointing child, I think it’s a small price to pay. One bite out of me and you’ll die.”
“I thought so.”
“What do you want?”
“Just an extension of the original deal, no werewolf attacks on humans, including Rose and I. In return, I will continue helping the pack.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll walk out of this cabin and announce that Gray is terminally ill and you are planning on seizing control. I don’t know who would win the ensuing fight, but I’m certain your pack will be worse for the wear.”
Eviline’s features shrank back to her human appearance. “Nash!” she called.
Nash opened the door. Walter held his breath.
“Drive Walt home, please, his business is done here.”
They rode home in silence. Walter wondered if Nash knew what happened in the cabin but didn’t ask.
Nash dropped Walter in front of his SUV. “See you around Doc,” Nash called cheerfully.
Walter waited for the Jeep’s taillights to disappear before he walked over to his SUV and climbed in. After turning on the engine, he took out his phone.
“Hi Rose, you can come out of the panic room and put away the silver bullets. I’m coming home.”
THE END copyright 2013 John Lance