Looking for Answers

“I found one,” Lexi yelled excitedly. Logan temporarily had the image of a nine-year-old having an easter hunt, flood his mind.
“She’s like a kid in a candy store.” Bruce grinned, as Lexi dropped the heavy book on the table and opened to the middle.
“if these people wanted to write books in a weird language, they should have taught people to read it.”
“there’s no fun there, if they did, we would not be here ‘bonding’”
Lexi scoffed and skulked off to another shelf.
“speaking of bonding, where did Emily go?” not this. The sound of books falling was heard, followed by curses from Frasier.
“like a bull in a china shop” Aspen muttered.
“Aspen tells me you’re her new trainer now.” Bruce continued. “I never saw you as the training type.”
“I trained Rabid.”
“He’s a lovable dog, not a woman you’re crazily attracted to.”
“Bruce-“
“I think Frasier needs my help. I’m going to go over there.” Aspen interrupted and retreated.
“Now is not the right time Bruce.” Logan sighed.
“It’s never the right time with you. Don’t you ever get tired of being alone?”
“Last I check so are you. You’ve spent decades pining for Aspen.”
“lower your voice, wolf ears remember?” he checked around for Aspen, satisfied that she wasn’t listening in, he continued. “I’m working on it. you on the other hand are doing absolutely nothing”
Logan said nothing. “you need to let go of Stacy, man.”
“I don’t think I can endure the pain of losing someone else in my life,”
“she’s a tough one.” He said seriously. “you should know, you broke her ribs.”
“that’s the opposite of being tough.” He shook his head but the smile on his face remained.
“Well next time, don’t do it, you idiot.”
They exchanged banter as they removed more books and documents from the archive boxes.

“I think we found something that will help,” Frasier said from behind them. he held a little book in his arm with a very visual drawing of a green goblin surrounded by foliage.
“A children’s book ?” Lexi asked. “You checked the children’s section?”
“And found something of value.” Frasier defended.
He placed the colorful book on the table and opened it. it was in English, which was a good start, but it was still a children's story.
“Yes, A horror story for kids, about goblins that steal into their home and steal their toys.”
“and the children band together to kill them. they burn them”
“or behead them.” they all exchanged looks. These were the two ways they knew how to kill the ghouls.
they flipped through the pages quickly. “The goblins were plenty and relentless, soon there were no toys left.”
“boo hoo,” Bruce chimed in. Frasier continued reading, only uttering the summarised version of the story.
“When the kids were sad, and had no toy left to play with, a special boy rose. said that he could control the goblins.
“Finn?” logan asked confused.
“we’re supposed to believe he’s as old as the book. It looks like it survived three wars and a plague.”
Lexi shushed Bruce who rolled his eyes. One by one, he made the monsters return their toys, and when he was done, he ordered them to eat each other. “
The room was silent, everyone mulling their thoughts privately.
“Did they read this to actual children?” Frasier asked.
Logan paced the room. “Ghouls have never been known to work together, they can’t get their minds past killing, they had no leader. Until Finn appeared. This wolfhunter for some reason can control ghouls. He’s not a half-ghoul, and I don’t think he’s a were.“
“and if he’s been alive for all this while, why start his attacks now? And why is everyone working to cover his tracks since he started.” Everyone turned to Lexi. She shrugged. “I’ve been busy.”
She marched to the left corner of the wide library and pulled out a whiteboard. It had a large map, with names on stick notes and several other information, held to the board by pins.
“I made a few calls trust me it was hard. But I scrounged up the earliest attack I could find. It originated in Illinois. A man was brutally killed. My source couldn't find the pictures that were taken of the scene. They were redacted, but she tried her best to describe it. not pretty. A month after the killings got worse. People missing…dead. Mostly humans, and there’s no pattern to his movement. Nothing I could find anyway. And for some reason, the deaths remained covered up, registered as accidents or animal attacks. There has been little in the news about the man they killed during Emily’s attack. Even her father’s death is shady.”
Logan mulled this discovery. One werewolf was killed, and then random people in different states. There had to be a pattern. “what if they were not people?”
Aspen raised a brow. “what if all the humans he killed, were werecreatures?”
“Logan every one of the victims passed a sniff test from our kind in the force. They were not werewolves.” Lexi assured him,
“I didn’t mean wolves. They could’ve been the other werecreatures; the lions, panthers…”
Lexi’s mouth fell open. “That’s the pattern. That’s the pattern we’re looking for.”

He strolled with confidence towards Emily’s room. She would be interested in the new information they had gotten. And he was sure that her Father’s journal would help them further.
His smile morphed into a scowl when he saw Otis hanging by the door, he and Emily, sporting matching smiles.
She reached out and held his hands fondling, and after a few words let him go. Otis turned and seeing him, gave a mock salute as he passed him. Emily remained by the doorway confused, then her face lit up in a knowing smile.
“Hey, Logan.” She got out, just before he pulled her into her room and shut the door.