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that you’ve met; who else do you have? I’m trying to help you before you do something you really regret. Please, don’t make me put you on the plane myself.” Landon’s claws began extending.
    Jamie, reluctantly, boarded the jet, and all three took their seats.
    “Landon,” said LillyAnna, as the plane taxied to the runway, “where are we going?”
    “Neither of you has any idea how deep this goes,” he said. “We’re going to Europe.”

10
     
    As the plane headed east from Louisville, Landon observed that LillyAnna and Jamie were both still confounded by the turn of events, the latter seething. No one expected to be sitting on a private jet that night, heading for Europe. Landon, though unable to read minds, was astute enough to read facial expressions.
    “We’re going to Germany,” Landon finally confessed. “It’s time you both knew the truth—all of it. We’ll be meeting those who helped me when I was in your position. This is their plane. I’m ready for any questions. It’s a long trip.”
    “These friends of yours live in Germany and own a private jet sitting in Louisville, Kentucky?” asked LillyAnna.
    “The people we’re going to see have some money,” Landon answered with a slight smile.
    “Hey, I got a couple of questions,” said Jamie. “Just who the hell are all you people?”
    Landon took a deep breath, saying, “Okay. We’ve got plenty of time.” Jamie listened as Landon recounted his first change. The one point he left out regarding the beginning of his story was the various relationships with women, though he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to omit it.
    “After my first transformation, and what happened in the park, I left town. I didn’t understand what I was, or why I was that thing. I mean, I knew what it was called, but I just couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that it was really happening, and it was happening to me. So I started walking and just kept going. I never accepted rides because I was afraid of what could happen. I especially feared full moons. Like you, Jamie, I thought they had some kind of control over the change. I realized quickly, though, that the changes weren’t happening just during full moons. In fact, they occurred when I least expected them.”
    “But,” Jamie interjected, “you said that they do have an effect, just not what I thought.”
    “That’s right. They have the same kind of effect on us that alcohol has on our human bodies—intoxication.” Landon noted the disbelief in Jamie’s eyes.
    “You mean we get drunk on the full moon?” Jamie asked, almost laughing.
    “In a way. We lose our inhibitions somewhat, and can get a little clumsy. You know, we’re able to exist because we’re myth. People don’t believe in us, so we’re able to move about. Yet many myths are planted with a seed of truth. It’s the same with the full moon. You know that the moon has an effect on the tides, right?”
    LillyAnna nodded. Jamie sat unmoving, his arms crossed.
    “Our bodies contain a lot of water. Mine about sixty percent and hers, around fifty-five percent. Everyone thinks that it’s a myth about people acting a little crazier or the capacity of hospital emergency rooms increasing during full moons. It’s not. It has an effect on our bodies. Even in werewolf form, our bodies are so much water, but the effect is different. Our chemical composition changes to a degree, therefore the effect is different. Understand?”
    “Ah, this is a bunch of bull,” said Jamie.
    Landon looked at him seriously and said, “Really. You’re a werewolf sitting on a private plane flying to Europe. I think you can open your mind a little with this.”
    “But how do you know all of that? Did your friends teach it to you? What happened after you left Louisville? How did you get to Europe?” asked LillyAnna, not stopping for a breath.
    “Sorry, I forgot that’s where I was going. So I made my way across the US, working odd jobs, staying in seedy