The Last Werewolf

Once upon a time, the world was a different place. Creatures deemed mythical later in history were much more common place. They would watch humanity, often in amusement. Sometimes with hunger. But most agreed the small, weak creatures needed protection and care. Some of these beings took a through approach, meddling in humanities lives. Giving them fire, showing them how to watch crops or grow beasts for food. Some gave them weapons and watched them slaughter one another.The wolves stayed apart, they kept to their packs and reared their young. No one knows when, but some time the wolves and people became one.  The ability to shift between the two forms was at will. They were one being who could take two forms and the pack flourished in their forest. Time was a fickle beast and the wolves frolicked in the two forms, out lasting many of the other legends with the ability to

 Chapter 2 - BastianBastian Black would not consider himself a lucky man. In fact, some days he didn’t feel her hand on him at all. Today was one of those days, but at least he was here. Selene was so small it didn’t appear on many maps and from the people who did know of it, the towns folk liked it that way. No one said they were rude, but they moved travelers on lickity split around these parts. So Bastian knew he’d have to tread lightly when he got in. That said, he wasn’t going anywhere until he got the next piece of his puzzle.The bus driver looked at him dubiously as he shouldered his pack. The old man had told him, in detail, how he was the first person to take the bus all the way up to Selene in all his career. “You’ll have to walk out if you have trouble,” he’d told Bastian frankly at one point. No buses or taxis came up here. The driver would have to make a special trip to get him out on his way through to else where. There would be no sudden

 Bastian knew he was quite charming. He'd had to charm his way into many a Warlock's library. Warlocks hoarded the written word like leprecorns supposedly hoarded gold. They didn't share well with others. Once Bastian had gone through his family's collection he had had to find others to find out more about the spell woven into him. With no power he had to rely entirely on his ability to talk his way in.  He couldn't think how many homes and places he'd worked his way into over the years.Every single one of them was easier to pull information from then the people of Selene. If he wasn't so frustrated he would be impressed. They had 'polite rebuttal' down to an art form. Someone had even offered to drive him to the next town over, and made it seem like it was Bastian doing them a favour. It was masterful, but every time someone dismissed his questions or changed the subject he was even more sure this was where he was supposed to be.The murals helped solidify