giveaways can still be observed when the shifter experiences powerful emotions, such as anger, pain, or… well… sexual arousal.”
Becca’s heart started beating faster and she swallowed heavily before asking her next question.
“And which are these… giveaways?”
“Let me see…” The curator started counting them on his fingers. “Low, deep growling sounds coming from inside their chest, eyes turning darker, incredible speed, unnatural strength… The overwhelming need to run away and release the beast when the pressure becomes too much to handle… Of course, a shape-shifter will never tell you about these feelings and urges, but they will immediately put distance between themselves and humans when they will feel they can’t contain the beast.”
By the time the curator finished his short lecture, Rebecca’s eyes had grown wide with disbelief. “It can’t be…”
“I’m sorry?”
“Nothing. Nothing.” She turned back to the page with the wolf and took a clear picture that showed the whole page, with the illustration and text. “Thank you. That was very useful information.”
“Oh, you’re welcome!” The old man bowed his head and let Becca see the other museum pieces.
Except… she didn’t have any patience for the rest of the museum. She thanked the old man again and went out into the bright summer day. She needed to have a serious talk with Emil Severin.
***
Rebecca ate her salad quickly then waited for Emil to finish his lunch. He was telling her about his meeting with his attorney and his assistant, who was in charge of finding a good buyer for the Weavers’ inn, tour company, and old house. If no one wanted to buy and invest in all three, then they would be forced to look for different clients. She had tuned him out minutes ago. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about his business, but she had much bigger issues to deal with right now. She drummed her fingers on the edge of the table as she waited for him to chew and swallow the last bites on his plate.
Emil sensed her agitation and called for the waiter to take their empty plates and bring them coffee.
“Okay, what’s up?” he asked. “You’ve been fidgeting since we got here.”
Rebecca took a deep breath and pulled her camera out of her bag.
“I visited the museum earlier.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come with you…”
His apology was honest and Becca could see the regret in his green eyes. She smiled reassuringly and waved him off.
“It’s not that. The curator showed me around and told me about Johannes Kelpius and his work.”
“Fascinating man, don’t you think?” His expression brightened at the sound of the scientist’s name. “Kelpius, I mean, not the curator. Although, he’s a lovely old man himself. He used to teach History and Mythology at the new school.”
“Oh, he was adorable. He even let me leaf through the Medieval Bestiary and take as many pictures as I wanted. Here, let me show you my favorite ones.” She browsed through the dozens of photos she had already taken that day, though it was only 12 PM, and stopped on the one which showed the wolf.
“Really? This is one of your favorites?”
“Absolutely! I love wolves, didn’t you know?”
Emil leaned back in his chair and watched her carefully.
“I guess you forgot to mention it.”
“Hmm… maybe.” She looked straight into his eyes when she said the next words. “I had time to translate the text before lunch. It wasn’t easy, mind you. The curator did tell me it’s old German and pretty hard to understand today, but I think I got at least the general meaning of what Kelpius had to say about… werewolves.”
Emil choked on nothing and cleared his throat. Rebecca talking about wolf-shifters? Had he somehow made some sort of jump to a parallel universe?
“I thought you don’t believe in shape-shifters…”
She ignored his remark. “I didn’t find out much more than what the old man had already told me. Arte