apple yumminess waft over my face as I hid my smile, and my relief.
âThanks,â Pete said.
âAnd youâve been helping Mort with the business?â
âYeah. I still do all the lifting, and driving, but Mort also made me the head of security after this one time when a troll family tore up the viewing room.â
I winced. âThat must have been scary.â
âYeah.â
There was a long silence while Pete sat hunched over the pillow in his lap like a bear embracing its cub, then he said in a quiet voice, âIf I ask you something, promise not to laugh?â
âOf course.â
âPromise? Because Mort would just laugh.â
âI promise, Petey.â
âOkay. Will you help me find a girlfriend?â
I laughed. âIâm sorry. I justâa girlfriend? What makes you think I can get you a girlfriend? Iâve never had one myself, not really. Besides, I just got back from exile. I donât know anyone.â
He looked up with his wide, puppy eyes. âYeah, but youâre my brother,â he said, as if that explained everything.
And I guess it did, in a way. As much as I might have teased Petey growing up, Iâd also been the one to protect him from the worst of Mortâs pranks, to let Petey play games with me and my friends, and the one he came to when he had problems. Iâd always been his big brotherâeven though he was the one who protected me when it came to bulliesâand clearly exile hadnât changed that.
After all the things about my life and the world that Iâd found changed in the last few hours, all the things Iâd realized were lost to me during my exile, Peteâs trust in me as his big brother was comforting, and I found myself wiping tears from my cheeks.
I cleared my throat. âAre there any girls you like?â
âNo,â Pete said, then looked down. âWell, yes, but theyâre mundy girls, you know? And besides, thereâs my monthly visitor.â
I sighed. âPete, I thought I told you not to call it that.â
âItâs what Mort calls it.â
âWell, Iâm telling you not to, okay?â
âOkay. Trolling for vampires?â
âWhat? No! For cheeseâs sake, you need to stop listening to Mort. Call it, I donât know, your wolf time.â
âOkay. Well, how am I supposed to date anyone with my wolf time?â
I had to be careful here. I couldnât just tell him he wasnât a waerwolf. After so long, he might think I was trying to trick him like Mort, and I wanted him to trust me. Especially if I only had three days to spend with him, I didnât want to spend them with him mad at me. Iâd tell him, but later. Maybe Iâd mail him a letter just before exile. That was best all around.
âWell,â I said, âyou have the potions. So you donât have to worry about transforming, right?â
âBut what if I scratch or bite her?â Pete said.
I resisted the urge to ask him what exactly he thought dating involved. Then I realized I had an easy solution.
âActually, I think I might know how to cure you, all the way and forever.â
âOh.â He didnât sound excited.
âWhatâs wrong?â
His voice went soft. âWell, if I stop being a waerwolf, there wonât be anything special about me.â
âWhat?â I sat up. âPete, thatâs not true.â
âYes it is. Iâm not a Talker like you, or smart like Mort and Sammy, Iâm just ⦠me.â
âOh man, Pete, youâre totally awesome, dude! Are you kidding me?â
âReally?â
âHeck yeah! You protect us, you make us smile when weâre feeling bad, youâre one heck of a painter and, well, I wish I had a heart half as big and good as yours.â
Pete frowned down at his chest for a second, then looked up and smiled. âThanks, Finn.â
âNo problemo, brother.