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experience…surely this girl’s making a joke.
     
    “The wolf?” Pensley asked.
     
    “Yes, Dane and his pack,” she continued to explain. “The wolves are among our people here.”
     
    “Romania is a rich land, still very steeped in its rich mythology,” Pensley chuckled. “Legends abound of witches, wolves, and all manners of things in the night. This Dane , he’s the associate of Harry?”
     
    I nodded quickly. “Yes, that’s the name I was given before. No surname, though.”
     
    “He must be quite the fellow if the locals are calling him a wolf!” He chuckled lightheartedly, but let the good-natured laughter die quietly when he saw Camilla’s stony face. “Well, it looks like you’re in good hands, then. Camilla seems to know him, which will make things easier. And on that note, I’ve got to head back to Bucharest! After this little spot of adventure, I’ll be ready to get back to London I’m sure.”
     
    “Thanks for all your help,” I smiled, shaking his hand. He grinned back and gave Camilla a quick nod on the way out the door, before pausing with his hand on the doorway. “Camilla will be your translator and guide around here. Let her know if you need anything – and I’ll be back here at dusk four days for you. Give me a ring if you need anything.”
     
    I whipped my phone out quickly. Oddly enough, I had a small scrap of signal, even way out here. There must be a tower somewhere in the area.
     
    “Thanks a ton. Have a safe trip back,” I waved, and he disappeared from view. I heard the car start up shortly, and the thrumming engine disappeared into the distance.
     
    I turned to my guest politely. “I’m sorry, Camilla – he told me there was a well. Could you show me how to use it?”
     
    “Yes, it is back here,” she motioned, having me follow her out the back door beside the bed. She flicked on a lantern that lit the back area, exposing a scrap of small green land and a well prominently positioned in the center. Two tall posts to the side, sticking out at opposite angles, held a taut line between them.
     
    Camilla showed me the simple workings of the covered well, including the best positioning for leverage on retrieving the bucket. It was easier than I thought, if not heavy work.
     
    “What is that word the man said?” Camilla asked suddenly, as we made our way back indoors.
     
    “Which word was that?”
     
    “ Mith-hollow-gee ,” she answered, feeling the syllables out as she spoke. “I do not know this word.”
     
    “Oh, mythology . That’s the stories people tell, about their gods and their folklore. The tales you give down to your children from long ago. Things that are always made up.”
     
    “Made up?” She quizzically tilted her head.
     
    “Not true. Just stories, not real.”
     
    “The man is wrong,” she replied, staring me dead in the eyes. “Dane and his wolves, they are very powerful. You will meet them soon, I think. The wolf is not meth hollogy …the wolf is very real.”
     
    ~
     
    In the middle of the night, I awoke to the distinct feeling of another presence nearby. Reaching over to flick on the oil lamp, I watched the dim light flood my housing, illuminating all in a low glow. The shadows hovered, barely kept bay…relinquishing their grip just enough to reveal the man, seated in the chair across the room.
     
    “Who the fuck are you?” I screeched, pulling my blanket close and withdrawing against the back wall against the bed.
     
    But the man wasn’t watching me, nor did he move an inch at my outburst. Instead, I realized that he was slumped in the chair, his head dully hanging to the side. He was shirtless, dressed only in ragged leather slacks. Even in the minimal light of the room, I could instinctively tell that he was in some sorry shape, whomever he was. From here, I couldn’t determine what was the matter with him…I was going to have to get closer.
     
    Fearfully, I pulled myself from the bed and slowly approached,