Free The Indestructibles (Book 3): The Entropy of Everything by Matthew Phillion

genetic quirk for you back home, did they," he said. "That's unfortunate."
          The grizzled future-Titus studied the group a moment.
          "I hope you've done the right thing, Annie, bringing them here," he said. He gestured at Billy. "You."
          "Me?"
          The older werewolf didn't respond, instead turning to older-Jane from his own timeline.
          "Are you okay," he rumbled.
          She nodded at the younger Titus and smiled.
          "Not even a little bit," she said. "Are you?"
          The big wolf looked around the room, searching for something.
          "No," he said. "But we'll make do."
          "We're here to help," Doc said, finally stepping forward. "From what I understand, this is all my fault."
          "Because you died?" the old wolf said. "I'd sooner blame the person who killed you."
          "We'll talk about that later," Doc said.
          The old wolf nodded.
          "We should get you all brought up to speed," he said. The words sounded uncomfortable and strained through his massive jaws. "Jane, did your spy give you any new information?"
          "He did," older-Jane said. "At the cost of his own life, but he did. But I think we should replay the whole situation with our new friends first. Maybe they can help us piece it all together."
          Titus discerned that his older self was troubled. "What's wrong?" he said, feeling awkward and alien by asking his future self a question so revealing, yet so simple.
          The future-Titus leaned forward.
          "Is she here with you?" he asked. "Kate? Is she with you?"
          "Of course she is," Titus said, before realizing Kate had been completely silent during the exchange. "Where's Kate?"
          "Oh no," Annie said.
          "She's gone to find herself," Titus said.
          "That's not good," Annie said. "Jane?"
          "This way," older-Jane said, leading Annie away. Everyone moved to follow, but both she and Annie held up their hands to stop them.
          "No," Annie said. "Doc, and both Janes. That's it."
          "Not me?" Titus said.
          Annie and older-Jane exchanged looks.
          "Stay out of sight," Annie said. "Just hang back."
          "Why?" Titus asked, turning to the older version of himself for guidance. He found the elder wolf had shuffled back to the stage, hunched over, his back to the group.
          "Just trust me," Annie said. "It's for the best."

 
     
     
    Chapter 14:
    Dancing
     
     
          Kate worked her way silently through the darkened hallways of the building, lights flickered as bulbs clung desperately to the last few watts of their lives. She'd seen the look of pity on older-Jane's face. She realized something was wrong, something with her future, and Kate wasn't about to wait idly by until someone else dictated how and when she'd discover it.
          She'd find her own destiny. She always had.
          Kate knew a dance studio or rehearsal space would be located near the theater where they'd met the scarred and monstrous future version of Titus, and so she began to work in concentric circles outward from there until she found what she was looking for.
          She wondered if that was what the future Titus had waiting for him. A monster and a hero, damaged and limping, a pack of others like him hiding in the shadows and waiting for his commands. They had spoken briefly about what Titus learned in his time in Canada and how he was expected to be some sort of leader among the wolves, that he was a Whispering, whatever that word might mean, and that he would have responsibilities to his kind some day. And that those responsibilities would extend to humankind as well.
          Responsibilities always come with a terrible cost, Kate thought. The only safe thing to do is to understand your limits, to know exactly where your breaking point is, to ride that razor edge with skill and