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and howling in agony. I don’t think Potter felt the same at all, as he lunged across the room at him.
    “No!” Kayla screamed as she broke free of Isidor’s arms and snatched at Potter. 
    “Let go of me!” Potter barked at her, tugging his arm free. “He’s a wolf – a Skin-walker!”
    “He’s my friend,” Kayla screeched at him.
    “Not anymore,” Potter snapped. “He’s one of them.”
    “No he’s not!” Kayla insisted. “Look at him. He hasn’t changed properly. The matching was broken halfway through.”
    “And how do we know he won’t change fully one night and kill us all in our sleep?” Potter tried to warn her.
    “ Please! ” Sam howled, and his cry for help sounded as raw as the growing wind outside.
    “See, the boy’s begging me to kill him,” Potter said, staring down at the half-wolf. “He wants me to end his suffering.”
    “No he doesn’t,” Kayla hissed, grabbing Potter’s arm again, and turning him around so he had to look at her. “He wants us to take him to the Fountain of Souls.” 
    “This just keeps getting better and better,” Potter groaned. Then, staring hard at Kayla, he added, “Do I have to remind you what happened the last time we went there?”
    “Murphy died,” I whispered.
    “Exactly!” Potter sighed. “Going back there is insane. How does the kid know about that place, anyhow?”
    “Maybe he...” Isidor started.
    “No one asked you,” Potter cut over him. “I’ll tell you how he knows, because the wolf living inside of him knows. That part of him wants us to go to the Fountain of Souls.”
    “Please help me,” Sam howled again, closing his eyes in agony.
    “I say we kill him,” Potter said. “It would be the best thing for us, and for him.”
    “No!” Kayla shouted, scrambling between Potter and the bed. Holding out her arms, she added, “You’ll have to kill me first.”
    “Kayla, if you think I’m taking the Michael J. Fox lookalike to the Fountain of Souls, you must be out of your freaking mind.”
    Then, stepping forward, Isidor peered over Potter’s shoulder at Sam. “I guess he does look a little bit like a mouse,” he said.
    Frowning, Potter turned to look at Isidor and said, “What are you talking about?”
    “Michael J. Fox,” Isidor beamed. “Now I did Toogle him. He did the voice for that cute mouse, Stuart Little. And I can see what you mean; I guess Sam does look a little bit like Stuart Little, although his fur was white and...”
    “I’m not talking about Stuart- fucking -Little you cretin,” Potter cut over him. “When I say he looks like Michael J. Fox, I’m talking about Teen Wolf, for fuck’s sake.”
    “Teen Wolf?” Isidor asked, sounding confused. “But I thought you said the wolf was called Michael Jackson, not Michael J. Fox?” 
    “Is this some kinda hobby of yours?” Potter asked, sounding exasperated.
    “Hobby?” Isidor frowned. “I don’t know what you mean?”
    “I just can’t believe you thought that when I referred to the wolf-boy lying over there as Michael J. Fox, you honestly thought I was suggesting he looked like a three-inch computer-generated fucking mouse! You can’t be that thick.”
    “I did think it was a little odd,” Isidor said thoughtfully as he looked down at Sam. “But he is covered in hair like Stuart Little, so I thought that’s what you meant.”
    Throwing his arms up in the air, Potter cried, “I give up! I don’t know if I can do this shit anymore.”
    “What shit?” Isidor asked, looking confused.
    “Listening to the shit that comes out of your mouth...” Potter started.
    “Enough already,” I cut in. “This isn’t going to get us anywhere.”
    “He gets on my nerves,” Potter said, jabbing his thumb in Isidor’s direction.
    “And killing Sam isn’t the answer,” Isidor said in his own defence.
    “It isn’t Sam anymore,” Potter wheeled on him.
    “That still doesn’t give you the right to decide on who lives and who dies,” Isidor