"What did you do?" Howard asked.

Phil had tried reasoning with Billy, but the new werewolf had sunk into a depression that logic couldn't reach. "I took him to New Mexico. I have an old friend on a Navajo reservation. Very old. And wise. He'd helped me before, so I figured he could help Billy. And he did."

"What did he help you with?" Phineas asked.

"He helped me undertake a…spiritual journey about six months ago. Hard to explain."

Phineas's brown eyes widened. "You got high, didn't you? What were you smokin', man?"

Phil crossed his arms. "I'd rather not discuss it."

Phineas snorted. "Ate some of those mushrooms, huh? Did you dream you were a giant iguana?"

Howard grinned, then cast a curious look at Phil. "I think that's when he became an Alpha."

"Cool," Phineas whispered. "Are you still keeping that Alpha stuff a secret?"

"Yes." Phil took a deep breath. "So, where did Connor go?"

"Oh, that was smooth, bro. We would have never noticed you changing the subject." Phineas motioned toward the monitors. "Connor's making the rounds."

Phil scanned the monitors and noted a blur of movement through the trees west of the parking lot. Connor was moving at vampire speed. "He's fast."

"Like the Flash, man." Phineas cocked his head. "I think he's slowing down. He must have seen something."

"There." Howard pointed at another monitor. "Someone's just teleported onto the grounds."

All three guards tensed, ready to spring into action.

Phil relaxed. "It's Jack."