A few hours later Danny and Eddie stood in the doorway to the Wolf Club. Danny appeared cool, calm and collected, as he always did, but Eddie fidgeted anxiously by his side, hopping from one forepaw to the other and looking round at the band members seated in various places around the room. Danny ran a steady hand through his strawberry blonde hair. He wasn’t very tall, and wore a red T-shirt, orange shirt and baggy jeans.
“Danny, what do I do while you’re, you know, getting interviewed?”
“You can come with me if you like.”
“Nah. I’m so nervous, I’d screw it all up for you. No, I’d rather hang somewhere.”
“Just talk to these guys.”
Eddie looked up at his brother fearfully.
“But, these guys are legends. It would practically be sacrilege to speak to them without being spoken to.”
Danny gave a small smile, a rare thing, and said “Don’t be ridiculous, Eddie.”
“Come on!” Eddie scanned the room and directed his brother to the kangaroo sitting at the bar. “That’s Jacob.K. He’s the best guitarist in the ten Realities! How can I talk to him?”
Will appeared at the portal and waved Danny to through.
“Well Eddie, I’m sure you’ll find a way.”
He patted his brother’s furry head, and with that, he walked off toward the stage.
Eddie looked at Jacob, uneasy. He carefully stepped up to the bar, and leapt up onto the bar stood farthest from the kangaroo.
“Wh-what you havin’?” he managed, his voice trembling in the presence of greatness.
Jacob held up the brown glass beer bottle in his paw without looking in Eddie’s direction.
“R- right. Anymore?”
Jacob reached under the bar and produced another bottle, sliding it along to Eddie.
“Thanks.”
In a now second nature move, Eddie pushed a fang under the metal lid and popped it open. He lifted a mug from a hook on the wall beside him using only his muzzle, and set it down noisily on the bar. Jacob had turned round and watched him with interest as he grabbed the bottle by its neck in his jaws and poured a little beer into the mug. He set the bottle down again and lapped up some of the contents from the mug. Jacob smiled and turned in his seat to face the bar again. Eddie had noticed his interest, and felt encouraged enough to attempt a longer sentence.
“You know, I think I have relatives in Australia.” He said conversationally.
“Really? I hear I do too.” Jacob replied, in what was defiantly an American accent.
He smiled at the look on Eddie’s face.
“I’m from San Diego,” he explained.

“I am so sorry for earlier Will, really, I jumped to conclusions and it was really stupid of me. You know how protective I can be of Anna. Why do you want a job at that computer place anyway?”
“Hidden Talent.” Will joked.
‘Hidden Talent’ was what only ‘Favourites’ of the Creator possessed. The Creator had created Reality One using only her mind, as the Creators of the other nine Realities had done. Favourites were supposedly those living in Reality One that the Creator liked the most. Usually, the best (and sometimes the worst) things happened to them. Providing you took the bad with the good, at least the life of a Favourite was never dull.
Danny arrived through the portal.
“Hey Danny.”
“Hi Danny.”
Both had known Danny Ozbourne-MacDowell from their previous jobs as T.A’s at Anna’s old college in California, the same one where Mr. Leeds and Weston Walker had worked. Danny had dated Anna’s best friend, Rossylynn Willacc, but they had mutually broke up upon arriving in Reality One.
Danny gave a vague smile.
“Hey.”
Danny was a very quiet person; in fact, ‘hey’ was the most he’d said to either of them all month.
“Come on, we’ll discuss this whole thing.” Liam put in.
They walked across the Campsite trekked and up da-Luna.
“I don’t see you at full-moon parties much, Danny. Where ya been hidin’?” Will asked to fill the time.
“Not my scene. Hang out at home a lot, work where I can, pay the rent.”
“You keeping up with it?” Liam asked.
“Barely. But we get by.” Danny looked up and nodded to Liam as he spoke, thanking him for his concern.
They were describing the hilarity of Lorene and Quinn’s faces when they had quit to Danny when they reached the top. Liam and Danny sat down in the grass. Will sat on the rock embedded in the hillside.
A fierce howl ripped the air and the three looked around. Will was the first to spot it, pointing it out to the others. The moon was just barely visible, as the sun was setting, and on the moon, the White Wolf wore a crazed and greedy look.
“Wh- What is that thing?” Danny asked.
Will had never heard fear in Danny’s voice before, it sounded so out of character, and he didn’t like it. Will got up and Liam helped Danny to his feet.
“Just stay back Danny,” Will said.
Liam ushered him back and stood beside Will.
“We should go get Warren.”
“To bloody right, lets go.”
Just then they were stunned as the Wolf leapt out at them, landing from a silver breeze on the grass as if the moon itself had been mere feet away. It was huge, and hungry.
“RUN!” Will cried.
They all turned and jumped over the edge of the hill, changing into their wolf forms before their paws hit the dirt. In a blinding white flash, the Wolf was chasing them. It had a head, front legs and a torso, but the rest of it was a speeding trail of silver dust.
They ran. They’d never ran faster in their lives. At their heels, the White Wolf clawed at them, sending silver-blue ripples through the night air which cut into their skin, staining their fur with blood and making them cry out.
As they crossed the bridge, one wolf was slightly behind the others, and the White Wolf pounced on him. There was another white flash and the other two wolves were sent hurtling forward off their paws, landing heavily on the flat grass near the fire. They shook themselves off, but both were unsteady and unable to stand. They stared helplessly at the Wolf who had been made flesh using their friend’s body. The pain was as blinding as the flashes had been, as they were cut and slashed by possessed and furious paws, their screams of agony echoing through the portal to the Wolf Club.