Wolves

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- Forty-five!

And...

Hike!

- Sh*t, look at him go!

So here I am...

playing ball, getting by,

hottest girl in school.

It's great, right?

That's life, sewn up and tied.

Like how much of an idiot do you have to be

To think that it will always

be that way?

- It's like a dream, right?

- To think that you'll never have

to learn from there

or go through hell,

because you will.

But anyway...

- Hike!

- What was that?

- Richards, clean yourself up.

- Watch yourself, man.

Next time, 15 yards.

- Come on, I slipped.

- Yeah, yeah, let's go.

Let's go!

- Hey, Brad, slip again.

- Richards!

You like that? Huh?

Oh, I know you like that.

Look at that.

Look at your boy!

- What is it, Mom? What's wrong?

- Shh! Can't you hear it?

- Yeah. I hear.

It's just an animal.

- No, I feel it.

It's in the house.

- No!

- It's alright, baby.

It's me. It's Mom.

Oh, you're okay.

Shh... You're okay.

You're okay...

- Mom, my head hurts so bad.

Sweetie...

Cayden Richards...

You've maintained a 3.8 GPA

since the ninth grade.

And suddenly, last semester, 3.4.

Missed classes, declining attitude.

And now, assault.

It's not like you, Richards.

- No, sir.

- Look, son...

your life is created

by the paths you choose as a kid.

To be frank, it's an effed up system.

But there it is.

So tell me, what's the problem?

- I think I'm losing my mind.

- Of course you're not.

You're just young.

And life is complicated.

I mean, senior year

and everything's changing.

I'm scared, too.

Of college, the future,

leaving home...

Leaving me...

Is that what you're afraid of?

- Oh... Jesus...

my head is killing me.

- Cayden...

- Lisa, are you sure?

- Yeah.

Ow!

- Don't stop.

- Oh, my God!

Don't!

Lisa!

Mom? Dad?

Mom! Dad!

No...

Mom...

Whoa. Whoa.

This is 1555.

We have a 17-year-old girl

reporting an assault by her boyfriend.

Seeing signs of violence...

Excuse me, ma'am, sit in the car, please.

- Cayden... It was Cayden.

- Miss?

- He's a monster.

So...

...my parents' murder was big news.

- Cayden did describe dreams

of killing his parents,

of ripping them apart with his teeth.

And the evidence pointed

in just one direction.

- You can read all about his case

in my new book,

"The Danger of Boys",

out this fall.

So I ran.

The police put up a manhunt

but I could smell them coming every time.

As far as a cure went,

all the books agreed there was only one:

suicide.

But to my great shame,

I couldn't bring myself to do it.

The rest was just a load of bullshit.

About silver, wolfsbane, all that crap.

And it wasn't just a full moon thing.

The change was always

a heartbeat away...

Crouched, waiting.

But when the moon was full...

I could feel it...

The animal in me.

Hey, come on, man!

- Just give me a second, alright?!

I lived in constant fear

that I would kill again.

And then one day... I did.

Thanks, buddy.

Lisa, I understand

you were with Cayden

the night of the murders?

- He attacked me.

- Was Cayden angry or upset

over the fact that he was adopted, perhaps?

- What?

I didn't know he was adopted.

- He never mentioned

that he was adopted?

That... was almost funny.

Because up until that exact moment,

I hadn't known it either.

- Do you need a menu, hon?

- Just a coffee. Thanks.

Hey! Leave her alone!

- Turn around, a**hole.

- Oh God, please help me!

These guys are batshit!

- Listen to me!

You hit her again...

you're gonna lose that hand.

- Run, kid.

I was trying to do right.

Trying to help out where I could.

- What is it, Robbie?!

F*** me!

Kill it, Robbie, kill it!

- But...

...every time I let the wolf free,

it was very hard to stop.

Drifting, wandering...

I wasn't looking for an answer,

because there wasn't one.

Of course, that was before I met Wild Joe.

- It's a pretty tough place to be,

ain't it, killer?

- I've seen tougher.

- Ah! I'm speakin' metaphorically, boy.

About life.

It's hard.

- It can be, I guess.

- Yep. Can be.

Ah!

Life is like an onion,

that's what I say.

The more you peel it back,

the more it makes you cry.

Especially when you're afflicted.

You know, like...

afflicted?

- Holy sh*t.

- Mm-hmm!

What do you mean, you never knew?

Must've had some clue.

- Just tell me how to stop it.

- Stop it?

Why would you want to?

So you can be like them?

Oh!

- What the hell, man?

- Yeah, you! Scum like you!

- What's your problem?

- Want to dance? My card's open.

Why would anyone want to be like that?

- I can't control it.

- Boy, you're not supposed to.

You're a predator, it's what you are.

Didn't your parents not teach you nothing?

- No, they, uh...

they didn't know.

- What, you're gonna tell me

you were adopted...?

- Yeah, that's right.

I was.

- I would have loved to see

the look on their faces

when you turned for the first time, mate.

"Oh, he's a monster!

He's gonna kill us!"

Hey, it's none of my business.

Your real folks,

bet they're from back east,

from the old part

of this pitiful new world.

- I thought you had to get bitten by one

to become one.

- You can do.

But, the bitten ones,

they're not pure,

they're just mutts.

But, the purebred ones,

like you and me,

we were born this way.

- There are others?

- You thought you were the only one

in the whole wide world?

Well, ain't that typical of youth.

- Where are they?

How do I find them?

- Why would I tell you?

- Why wouldn't you?

- Because they're the most vicious,

secretive pack

on God's green Earth, boy.

How do you think I got so pretty?

Sh*t! Shot my mouth off too much already.

Sayonara.

- Wait, Joe, you know where they are,

you have to tell me how to find them.

- Get your hands off me, boy.

I don't have to tell you sh*t.

You're not my responsibility, kid.

- I don't know anything about what I am!

- Figure it out yourself!

I have no idea!

Joe, nothing.

- I'll show you the way.

It never came from me.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, yeah, you got it.

I promise you.

- Hear me now, boy.

You ain't gonna like what you find.

- Hey, what's going on over there?

- Nothing, we're just...

Sh*t!

- Just keep it down, kid.

Oh bad dog

You're such a bad dog

- What can I get you, hon?

- A beer, I guess.

- You just roll into town?

- Yep.

- What for?

- I'm sorry?

- We don't get many tourists,

being up here in the hills and all.

- It's too bad.

Seems like a nice town.

- Sure does.

- Oh, hey, do you know

if there's any work around here?

- Nope.

- You are new here.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

I mean, right?

So, you want to dance?

- I'm not really much of a dancer.

- Come on. Any one of these guys

would love to dance with me.

- I'm sure they would.

That means you'll never be lonely.

- Ugh! Fag.

- Thanks. That's great.

- What's your name?

- Me? My name?

- I'm sorry. Did I stump you?

- No, no. It's, uh...

It's, uh...

Danny.

Daniel.

- Why'd you come here,

Danny, Daniel?

- What? What do you mean?

- I mean, to a bar, alone, at night.

Even the sluttiest girl in town

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