"How's the leg by the way? It looked almost fully healed last night." I comment waving a hand towards the boy’s leg.

"It's all healed look." He says showing me his leg quickly. I watch in mild curiosity as he pulls the bandage off and shows me his unharmed leg. My mouth must have dropped open because Freddy laughs.

"I can tell you some cool stuff about wolves, if you want, like healing. I’m a little different because I can heal quicker than most wolves and I am immune to silver, so I won’t get ill.” He tells me, looking very proud of that fact. I can’t help the little smile I give him. I have to admit the kid is cute and I bet he is used to being spoilt.

"Why would you have died, if you can heal like that?" I ask a little confused about last night.

"Silver is poisonous to us and I would be dead if I didn’t have the immunity, the longer we are in contact with it, the more in poisons us. When the dagger was inside my leg, I would have just bleed out. My wolf wouldn't let me shift back when I'm in danger and I couldn’t run home." He comments with a pained look.

"Right, that's interesting, and a lot to take in so I’m going to cook, then we can call someone to come and get you." I tell him, feeling tired. The clock in the room says it’s only four in the morning so I didn’t get much sleep.

"My pack will find me soon anyway, don't worry." He grins back at me, as he carry’s the blanket and clothes into my room. I must stand staring at the closed bedroom door for a few minutes, as I think about what he said. What will his pack think when they find him here with me? I don’t get the impression they will hurt me for knowing about shifters because Freddy seems so relaxed. I mentally sigh to myself, as I go into the kitchen and start pulling out food from the fridge.

I’m half-way through cooking when my front door is banged loudly three times, followed by a man’s voice, with a slight Scottish accent shouting,

"I know you’re in there lad and you have some explaining to do." The voice sounds gruff and deep, enough for me to know it’s an older man.