For part 6, please click this link. For Part 7, please go here. All other previous parts are linked from Part 6 if you're new to the story. Alternatively, you can access via the Erotic Fiction drop-down menu at the top of this page. Find part 8 here. Later that evening, Cal made sure Meredith ate a good meal and was warm. Before she headed to bed, Meredith took a bath to relax. While Cal was washing the dishes, he heard some rattling around the bins outside. He looked out the window and saw nothing that seemed out of the ordinary. "I'm finished in the bathroom, Cal," Meredith called out. She went to her room, and Cal finished making up the sofa bed then went to have a shower. During the night, Meredith dreamed about wolves roaming the forest, and heard faint howls. Though the dreams were disturbing, they did not cause her to wake. The following morning, Meredith felt well-rested, although Cal had a stiff neck from the sofa bed. They were seated at the table eating breakfast when there was a knock on the front door. "It's me, Tim. I hope you're alright and that nothing serious is going on. I bought you some flowers. I'll leave them out here." Tim was turning to go when Cal nodded towards the door. Meredith went to answer it, as Cal came up behind her. "Hi Tim, thank you for the flowers, they're lovely. I'm so sorry I had to rush away yesterday. I remembered Cal was going to visit at the end of the week, once he'd finished work." On hearing Cal's name, Tim looked put-out. Cal extended his hand to Tim, and Tim shook it hard. Cal looked at Tim, almost staring him down. Releasing Cal's hand, Tim retreated, and said, "well, I'm glad you're alright. I'll leave you guys to it." When Meredith closed the door, she went to get a vase for the flowers. Cal pondered something a moment, then took the photo of 'Steve' from his pocket. Taking a long moment to study the photo, Cal glanced up at Meredith with a startled look. "He's not the killer, Meredith." Tilting her head quizzically, Meredith asked, "Who's not the killer?" Cal affirmed for her, "Tim is not the killer of those women. His eyes are dark brown, not blue like this guy's." Meredith looked at the photo and raised her eyebrows. "How did I not realise their eye colour is different?" She was perplexed, but Cal reassured her; "You've hung out with the guy a few days and you're used to seeing his eyes now. When you saw this photo yesterday, you probably automatically saw Tim in the picture." "I guess..." Meredith trailed off. Cal frowned and asked, "does Tim have a brother or potentially a twin?" Meredith revealed she didn't know. Tim had only ever mentioned his parents and his uncle. "It's possible though?" Cal inquired. Meredith nodded, "it could be. Maybe his brother was sent to live somewhere else, if he has one." Remembering the books she had discovered with the newspaper articles stuck in, Meredith went to get them. "We may be able to find something here." Meredith pulled them from under the bookcase and lifted the thick albums onto the table. She leafed through the first one and showed Cal the article about Tim's uncle being shot by the land-owner. Flicking through the rest of the book, Meredith found a birthday announcement for Tim's 21st. It mentioned two people; "We wish our dear sons Tim and Steve a happy 21st birthday. Love Mum and Dad." There was a photo underneath of two young boys. They looked almost identical. Meredith could tell which one was Tim. He looked sad. Steve, meanwhile, appeared arrogant. Cal started turning pages in the second book and found an adoption certificate for Steve. He'd been adopted at the age of 5. Meredith was perplexed. "Why would they put Steve up for adoption, but not Tim?" Cal suggested, "Perhaps they knew the boys would both be werewolves and decided they could only manage the one. You said the father turned every month. It would have been too much for his mother to have chained all three of them every full-moon. Splitting up the brothers would have meant one less wolf to worry about." "You're right," Meredith mused. Continuing on, "how awful though, to choose between your own sons; the poor woman." Suddenly, Meredith was interrupted by a loud crashing sound and an angry voice shouting, "I told you, Tim, you shouldn't have ever come here. Why didn't you sell up when you had the chance?!" Featured image source.