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           It was a week later and the woods were still filled with the cries and roars of mating werewolves. Maggie was wondering if he would ever run down. He had eaten well on their way here, and it was apparently enough to fuel him for the duration. She remembered, not so long ago, how long of an interval she could survive without eating. She had never burned through calories like he was, but she could go for weeks if necessary. Mortalia was still resting, happily feeling the changes that came with pregnancy. Maggie had to wonder how he would feel once he was back in his proper mindset. Having one child was already a strain on him, so having more, illegitimate ones could set him on edge. She was going to have to do her best to make sure everyone kept their mouth shut. Out here in the middle of Russia, things were a little different and the group here was centered on the pack and the feral side more than things like marriage and settling down. That was too bad for them. On the other hand, who knew how many males there were available anymore? All that were here were females, except for the young male they had followed to find the pack.  Maggie wasn't going to judge them any more than she wanted them judging her. After all, they were getting good use out of a man that by all rights was hers. The tsarina came out and stood by her. "My god, how much has he got in him?" "Probably more than any of the available females have in them. Of course, by the time he's done, they'll all be full of him. Are you sure you're prepared to have so many expectant werewolves together at once?" "You make a good point. I wasn't expecting him to fertilize every one of them." Maggie grinned. "That's going to be your problem, not mine. So do we wait a little while longer? Or do we just sneak up on him and give him a whack?" "I don't know. That does seem rude. I guess we'll just wait a while longer." The wait ended that day. After finishing the fourteenth female to undergo his special treatment, the days of expending energy in a wasteful manner finally caught up with him. Sadly, Maggie missed the only opportunity she really had of carrying out her task. Cutting into the head of a werewolf was one thing, but cutting into the head of a familiar human; that she could not do. When he had collapsed back against the ground, his body had morphed back into being human again. He looked so tired and helpless that she couldn't find it in her to strike him. Instead she snuggled up against him, ignoring the dirty looks from the older females. They could go to hell for all she cared, even if a lot of them were technically her cousins. They only wanted him for his sperm; they didn't love him like she did. The old woman heard the news and came to investigate. "My dear, what did we agree upon? If you don't act now, you may never have another chance." "I don't care! I can't harm him, not even a little." That sparked an argument that lasted for an hour. It was interrupted by a weak voice.                 "Will you keep it down? My head is killing me!"                 Maggie whipped around. "What did you say?"                 Edward was rubbing his forehead. "I said you guys are giving me a headache!"                 The older woman looked at him carefully. "And who are you to complain about me?"                 He blinked a few times. "My name's Edward Peterson ma'am, and if it's all the same to you, I'd like it very much if you'd keep it down. I think I've been on a marathon for the past week and I feel like shit." He failed to notice he was speaking in Russian.                 Maggie squealed with joy. He shoved her away. "God Mags, didn't you hear what I just said? I feel like..."                 She dumped him onto his back, grabbing his hand and slipping her ring on a finger. She turned to the old woman. "Give me yours; quickly! Hurry!"                 She slipped it off and handed it over while she searched for the last female to have his ring. This too was placed upon his fingers. He stretched, cracking nearly every joint in his body. After a few moments he stood, staring at his surroundings. "Where the hell are we?"                 Maggie was dancing around howling to beat the band. "Oh my god, you're back!"                 He held out a hand and grabbed her. "Where the hell are we?"                 "Somewhere deep in the heart of Mother Russia."                 "I thought we were in St Petersburg." He scratched his head and looked around. He noticed the pack of werewolves around  him and the blatant fact that they were female didn't escape his notice.

                "Do I want to know why I have no memory of this place?"                 Maggie took him by the hand. "Remember the wolf sanctuary in New York?"                 "Barely."                 "Well, try not to dwell too hard on this either. Let's just say that these fine ladies wore you down to the bone. If they hadn't, we might have had to have taken drastic measures to get you back." She swung the ax around in her hand.                 "You're kidding... right?"                 "No actually. We were going to try and get it out of your head."                 He was rubbing the scar on his forehead. "Get what out? Did something crawl into my brain?"                 "Crawl. No. Someone put a bullet in your head. A silver bullet."                 He grasped the importance of that last bit. "Silver? Who the hell was trying to kill me, the Lone Ranger?"                 Maggie chuckled."You really don't remember, do you? We were at the bar in St Petersburg..." She trailed off to see if he would recall the incident.                 He winced for a moment, still thinking about the bullet. "If it's silver, then I have to be dead, don't I?"                 Maggie kicked him. "No. Well, yes. To be honest, we have no idea why you're still alive. If I believed in a god I'd say it was divine providence."                 "I seem to remember sitting in some place...Da Vinci maybe...eating and drinking vodka and having fun. Then..." His face went dark. "Then the gunfire. I don't get it. Why is everyone trying to kill us?"                 Maggie put her hand on his as the fur began to sprout. "FATHER!"                 He jumped. "What?"                 "Relax. It's over. If you go turning back into a werewolf again, right now, there's no guarantee we'll get you back. Then I will have to use this ax."                 He was rubbing his head. "I don't understand. How long was I out?"                 "I don't know, but you've been a raging feral for weeks."                 "Weeks? Seriously? Did I do anything bad?"                 Here was the moment of truth. But the old woman made sure it remained the truth. "You have been kept busy breeding my family. You're blood comes from good stock, though I was apt to follow my own opinion of you rather than that of your, uhm...partner.                 He groaned. It seemed that the cat was out of the bag. "Uhhhh.   How much does she know Mags."                 "More than you do."                 He held out his hand to the woman. "Hello ma'am. I'm sorry for any trouble I may have caused you."                 She extended hers daintily. But when he held it there was an electric shock that ran through her body. She stiffened, as did he.                 They were locked for the better part of two minutes, unspeaking and unmoving. Then, with a mutual sigh, they relaxed and fell apart.                 "Oh my..." That was the tsarina.                 Edward was patting himself down. "Why do I feel a body full of bullet holes all of the sudden?"                 The old woman looked at him. "Those are mine. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, yet it was in nineteen eighteen. Why do I remember battling a monster? And getting stabbed through the chest?"                 He smiled weakly. "That would be me."                 Maggie was totally confused. "What just happened?"                 "I'm not sure dear. Obviously some sort of memory exchange."                 Edward grabbed Maggie. The same thing happened. When she came away she was in tears. She could even say it. He could. "I love you more than you know Mags."                 "Even after everything that's happened?"                 "You bet! Oh, and since you brought me some clothing, do you think maybe I can get dressed?"                 "Now how did you know that? Oh,rightttttt..."                 But he was looking around him. Then he eyed the females again, the ones he had been mating with. "Mortalia, Natasha, Maria, Naryana, Anna, Dominika, Elena, Zhanna, ..." He was naming them all in line.                 Then he turned, suddenly realizing something. "Your Maggie's great aunt, aren't you?"                 "Yes."                 "And these are your progeny. How did you have so many?"                 "I've had a lot of time on my hands young man."                 "Hmmm. I bet you did." Then he stopped. "Why do I suddenly remember a bear?"                 Maggie guffawed. "You had one as a pet for a short while."                 He frowned. "Yes I did. The poor thing. And the men..."                 Maggie held her tongue. This wasn't going to be pretty. "I killed the men, didn't I?"                 "Yes."                 "Well, I suppose it's no great loss. I feel worse for the bear than I do the men. The bear was doing what he does best, but the men, they were out only for their own sick pleasure. They never stood a chance, did they?"                 "No."                 "I should have left one alive; to run back and report the monster in the woods."                 "It's a good thing you didn't. Then there would have been more men and more killing. Let the matter drop."                 He scratched his head. "And who is little sister?"                 "Me. That's what you started calling me."                 "I did? Yes...I did. Leonardo!"                 "What?"                 Edward was rubbing his chest. "That son of a bitch is brilliant. I'm so going to kill him when I find him again."                 Maggie was now one step behind the conversation."Father, Leonardo is nowhere near here."                 "He's on the same planet isn't he? The son of a bitch either got lucky or knew what he was doing."                 She was looking at him like he was crazy. "What's going on?"                 He picked her up. "Nothing! Everything! Can't you see it?"                 "See what?"                 "Everything!" He stopped. He sniffed the air. "There are eighty seven weres in the area, and forty three true wolves. There is only one other male besides myself, and I seem to remember him from before. Eight of the fourteen females I mated with are now carrying my cubs. This woman wants to have an army to fight the threat that lurks back in St Petersburg. That priest at St Catherine's..." Here he squinted, concentrating, "...is dead. The men from the bar..." He concentrated again, "... one lives and the other has expired. The living one is in the hospital under police protection...but they will not succeed in keeping him alive. His boss will get to him...through a window.  The bar is under reconstruction...and your grandmother is living in Pittsburgh. My parents...are living in Chicago. What?"                 He dropped to the grass. "What the hell am I saying?"                 Maggie had to push her jaw back into place. "I'd like to know too!" She looked to the tsarina. "Is what he said true?"                 The old woman looked ill. "Yes. Whoever is trying to kill me has been getting closer. I don't wish to hide behind my family, but they are all I have on my side. But how did he know this?"                 Edward was holding his head. "The pope has closed down the cardinal's league for good and is wondering how we are getting along. He is sitting down to a simple meal of fish and bread. I like that man. He's not pretentious." " My poor little Alpha has been towed. I can't say I blame them. They towed the Fiat too.  Leonardo's boat has been confiscated. The master is in bed...with Emile! Why those kinky little bastards! I may have to show them a thing or two when I get back."                 Maggie slapped him. "What the hell are you saying?"                 "It's everything I can see. I can see anything I want to. I can see...ten, forty six, seventeen, twenty three..."                 "What the hell are those numbers?"                 "The winning numbers in the upcoming  New York state lottery."                 Maggie was flabbergasted. He had gone from almost a mindless to feral to a psychic in a single stroke. "Ok smartass, how old am I?"                 "You were born on May thirteenth..."                 "Well?"                 "I can't see that! That's strange. Ask me something else!"                 "Who is trying to kill us?"                 "A boy."                 "What? I think you're just still addled."                 "No, I see a boy, only not a boy.  Yet he's a boy and he is very angry."                 The old woman paled. "You can't be correct."                 "I didn't say I was. I'm telling you what I see. I see a boy. He's sitting in a basement right now, under the pale illumination of a bare bulb. He is yelling at someone."                  Maggie was left wondering about him. He was either very much a seer or he was totally off his nut. He seemed to have avoided answering about the year she was born, and she hadn't missed it. And her grandmother; alive in Pittsburg? What was he babbling about?                 "Father, whatever are you going on about?"                 "Area Fifty One doesn't have aliens. But it does have all of the newest technology when it comes to the aero-flight industry. There is a ring in an egg.  There is a population of Tasmanian Tigers, though they are in still in danger of extinction. One can find the needed answer on Fangboner Road. The Bermuda Triangle doesn't exist. There are nude photos of Princess..."                 "Father!"                 "What?"                 "A ring in an egg?"                 "Yes. One of Leonardo's rings resides in an egg when it isn't being worn."                 The tsarina grabbed his arm. "What kind of egg?" Her hand was trembling.                 "A beautiful egg that opens from the top, and sits on a wire frame. It is made of gold and enamel, with intricate decoration all around it."                 Maggie cudgeled her brain for an answer. The old woman beat her to it. "One of the Faberge eggs. It has to be the one that was made for grandmother. It has been missing for decades. So who has it?"                 Edward shrugged like it was common knowledge. "Maggie's grandmother. Your sister, Anastasia.  It was handed over to her by Gregori Rasputin when he sent her on her way to America in nineteen twenty two."                 "Where is Rasputin?"                 "Dead."                 "Where is..."                 The old woman lofted the ax. "Stop. Something is wrong. You cannot have all of this knowledge."                 Edward stepped back a little. "What knowledge?"                 Maggie poked him. "Don't be funny. You've been spouting off like a fortune teller for the past five minutes."                 "I have?"                 The females looked at each other. Maggie spoke first. "Do you have any idea what's going on here?"                 "Maybe. It happened to Gregori when he was wearing the family rings. Everyone thought he was crazy. He told father there would be a revolution, but father didn't believe him. Look where that got us."                 "Are you saying the rings can given the kind the ability to see into the future?"                 The old woman carefully pulled the rings off his fingers."Edward, what do you see now?"                 He rubbed his head. The scar was gone. "I see that I am still standing here in the wilds, totally naked, talking to an old woman and a girl while being surrounded my wolves and werewolves. I getting chilly and I'm hungry. So if you don't mind I think I'm going to take a nap now."                 He dropped to the ground in a dead faint.