He felt filthy and in need of shower himself, with his injuries taken care of he thanked the female and watched her as she slipped into the bathroom. Something inside told him that he would learn more from her about who he was then any convention and when she began to explain things he was in a state of disbelief. It all sounded absurd but suddenly so many things began to make sense, tears ran down his face.<br/><em>Is this why I lived and they passed on...</em><br/>The woman had no reason to lie, but still it was far to much information to handle he needed to know more. Lycan's and were-wolves! That was all fantasy non sense, his logic tried to make sense of it all. But the more he tried to find flaws, it explained so much more, his long life, his body unchanging past that one day long ago. A curse or a gift? He needed to learn more.<br/>"wait...you can't leave yet...I have so many questions left...I have been traveling over twenty years to make sense of it all..."<br/>He moved to one of the saddle bags in the corner of the room and picked up a large leather bound journal, easily aged over fifty years. Flipping through the aged papers, he found a blank sheet and made the notes of what she had said.<br/>"Stay with me...or let me get you a room...I'll pay it all...but I can't let you leave yet...I mean you can, but I..."<br/>The feelings of eagerness and fear were almost to much to choke back.<br/>"I...no, you...this pack, alphas and transforming, It just sounds so absurd but when I try to reason it...I am over 80 years old...I fought In Normandy...other veterans are entering the grave but I look at me...will you help me..."<br/>Submissive hazel eyes look up into hers, he pointed at his wallet.<br/>"Check for yourself...I still carry my old ID..."