The Phone Call

Havermouth, Present Time

“What do you mean by it’s always no?” Cameron demanded, ignoring the beeping demand of the microwave as it finished it’s cycle.

“I mean, he records each prediction, and how he made it, the process he followed, the precise wording of the question, and each time the answer is no,” Heath replied grimly as Talen crossed and opened the microwave rescuing the blood within and placing the mug on the table before Heath. “Oh. Thanks,” Heath said automatically.

“There are many reasons that may be,” Talen was calmness itself as he opened another bag of blood and poured it into another cup. “Predicting the future is a very temperamental artform, and the predictions are often vague or in riddle form. It may be that Phillip, as a lawyer, is asking too precise a question, with too narrow a field.”

“We’re not werewolves,” Rhett said slowly. “It doesn’t necessarily mean we don’t win, Cam. But if he’s asking if werewolves win, the answer is no, right? Because we’re not. None of