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Wolf.
I delved as deep into Dylin's head as I could. I'd begun to get the hang of my mind reading abilities, but Dylin was making me think I was getting ahead of myself.
"What sort of things?" I ask. Dylin looks around to make sure no one was looking. When he sees that we were alone, he starts to shake like he was convulsing. His body began to contort, while a bright light surrounded him. Within moments, he had turned into a wolf. There was a pile of his clothes laying in a heap on the floor. I guess that's why Ax and I felt something about him.
"Woah." I say. It was a bit rude, but the last thing I expected was to see a real, live werewolf. I'd just gotten used to the fact that witches are real. Now werewolves exist too? Am I going to meet a vampire tomorrow? My mind gets blown daily. Then Dylin came up to me and started licking my hand. Weird. He must have sensed my aversion to it, because he stood back. He started to shift back, and was suddenly standing naked in front of Ax and I. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't look. I'm a gay, teenage boy. Sue me! I look over at Ax, and he's looking too. I can't be that bad, then. Dylin realizes his nudity, and scrambles to put the clothes he lost when he transformed back on. Ax and I attempt to not awkwardly stare at the cute naked boy getting dressed in front of us by finishing our drinks. In one large gulp. When he's dressed, he sits down, takes a sip of his drink and says.
"Ok. I showed you mine. Now you show me yours." What? What does that mean? I look at Ax, and he looks as shocked as I felt.
Do you think he means what I think he means? Ax telepathically asks.
"Yes, I do. Sorry for eavesdropping, it's just great to hear telepathic talk. I haven't heard it since I was a little boy. So, are you wolves too?" Dylin says, stunning us both.
What do we do? I beg. I try to think it queitly. If that's possible. I'm not sure if Dylin heard.
We tell him. He's gonna find out anyways, and I'm sure he wants his secret protected. Ax replies. Dylin smiled. He heard us.
"Ok. Here we go." I say. I hold my hand out over my empty glass. I click my finger and the glass fills with a dark liquid. I hand it to Dylin to try. He takes a sip and smiles.
"Long Island Ice Tea! The best I've ever had. But I'm sure you can do more. Dynamo can do that." I smile at him. The audacity! Ax stands up and raises his arms out to the side. He closes his eyes, and in seconds he's engulfed in flames. He clasps his hands in front of him, and the flames travel down his arms to his hands. Then he opens his hands and there is a fireball spinning there. I click my fingers and it turns to a ball of water. Ax then blows on the shimmering liquid sphere and it turns to ice. I then trace what looked like a large noughts and crosses board in the air. The ice then explodes, landing in Ax's hands as ice cubes. Ha! That'll show him for being cocky. Ax and I look over at Dylin, and he looks like he's in shock.
"Holy shit. None of that should be possible! How do you do that?" He asks.
"Well. We're witches. The whole definition of 'impossible' is a bit of a broader concept for us." Ax replies, giggling while distributing the ice cubes between our glasses.
"Wow. Cool." Dylin says. Not what I was expecting to hear. It was a bit anti-climactic. I was expecting the first person to find out we're witches to flip out and have to be carried off to a nut house. Or cry witch an hav us burnt. But, then again, he can change into a wolf at will. He might be used to this sort of thing..
"How long have you been a werewolf, Dylin?" Ax asks.
"Please, call me Dyl. And I prefer just being called a wolf. Or a Lycan. Werewolves are transformed by the moon. I can transform anytime. To answer your question, all my life. To quote Lady Gaga, I was born this way. What about you guys?" Ax and I laughed at the Lady Gaga reference, then Ax says,
"Well, I was born a witch. It kind of rubbed off on Toby after we met."
"That can happen? How long ago did you meet?" Dyl asks.
"Just under a week..." I say, barely believing it myself. "But it feels like we've known eachother forever."
"And it doesn't always happen. It's kind of a destiny thing." Ax adds.
"Then how can you be so good at it? And how do you work so well together? No one could have done all that without knowing eachother very well." Dyl asks, doubting our story.
"Well, we love eachother, so of course we work well together. And neither of us know why Toby is so good, he just took straight to it. He's even better than me, now."
"What, you mean with the mind reading thing? I noticed Toby was the only one in there, rooting around." Dyl says. My jaw drops. How can he know it's me trying to read him? "It's ok though, I can understand if you don't trust me, especially after you couldn't read me."
"It's not that, it's just that we've got to be careful. You never know when you could run into a witch hunter. Or a demon. Or an evil twin brother." Ax says.
"Why can't I read you?" I ask, a bit abruptly. It was really bothering me.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure, but it could be because I'm kind of part animal. No other real explanation, I'm afraid." He replies. "I've never really met anyone that could read minds, so it's never thought about it.
"Fair enough." Ax and I say. Fuck I love it when we do that.
#Boarding call for flight 375 to Stockholm. Your flight is now boarding at gate 3.#
"Well, that's us!" Dyl says as he jumps up and finishes his drink. Ax and I do the same, and we head to the gate with our new friend. I've really got to figure out a way to block him from hearing Ax and I talk telepathically. I'm sure there is one. I hope.