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doors into a sort of theater—no, Titus realized, an actual theater, but battered and broken, seats scattered around, water damage permeated the walls. One of those tiered classrooms you see in Ivy League schools on TV.
          Sitting on the stage, silhouetted by dim backlighting, was the largest werewolf he'd ever seen. Bigger even than Gabriel, the older, elegant warrior who had taught him how to fight when he went looking for his past last year. Massive, gray-furred shoulders, moving up and down with animalistic breathing. As Titus walked further into the room, he knew suddenly that this was not the only werewolf here, there were others, five, maybe six, resting in the shadows as well. The big wolf had a pack here. Some of them even smelled faintly familiar. Titus knew he might be able to identify them if he transformed, but he held back. Better to wait.
          The big werewolf slid off the stage, the ground rumbling as his full weight hit the floor. He waved a massive paw to one side, and the lights in the theater rose slightly. Someone in the back had turned them up, clearly.
          "Come here, boy," the werewolf said in a thunderous, low growl.
          "I hope he doesn't mean me," Billy said.
          The wolf pointed one huge talon at Titus.
          Titus took a deep breath and walked forward. The werewolf was covered in scars, ravines in his flesh where the fur didn't grow anymore. It was clear from his gait that there was an injury that never healed either, something in his hip or knee that made his step just lightly off-center.
          "Was I ever so damned young," the wolf said, and somewhere behind them, younger-Jane gasped.
          "You're me," Titus said, and the wolf nodded his massive head.
          "I'm you," he said. "And you're me."
          The werewolf inhaled deeply.
          "You're not afraid," he said. "You've found them then."
          "The others? I did," Titus said.
          The werewolf nodded again.
          "When Annie said she was going back," the werewolf said, jaws struggling to form her name, "I wasn't sure if you'd find them. I went to find the pack when Doc died, because there was no one else to teach me."
          "Things weren't so different for me," Titus said, glancing back to where Doc Silence was hanging away from the group. "Different events, but the same reasons."
          The older werewolf smiled. It was a nightmarish sight, rows of white teeth in the darkness.
          "Then there's some people who will be happy to see you," the old wolf said. "Leto?"
          Leto emerged from the darkness like some sort of goddess of death, the ancient female werewolf who had taught Titus so much all those months before. Leto was in full werewolf form as well, that strange, almost jackal-like head cutting an alien silhouette in the darkness. A pale robe draped over her shoulders contrasted with the jet-black of her fur.
          Titus almost ran to her, but held himself back. Remain dignified, he thought. For some reason he felt powerfully compelled to impress his future self.
          The next werewolf to emerge from the darkness had no such qualms.
          "It's like seein' a ghost," Finnigan said, the red-headed werewolf reverting to human form to throw his arms around Titus and pick him up off his feet. "You were never this pretty, Whispering. You were clearly born better-looking in this other timeline."
          Older-Titus huffed a quiet laugh, but said nothing.
          "You've hardly changed," Titus said, his arm gripping the stout man's arm. "It's been almost twenty years, and you haven't changed."
          "Ah, there's some more gray in with the ginger," Finnigan said. "But you know we werewolves and our lifespans. We tend to keep our looks longer than regular folk."
          Titus studied Finnigan's face, unsure. The red-haired werewolf frowned.
          "Well I guess nobody spoiled that little