As Theo and I walked through the halls hand in hand, my eyes widened in awe. I had closed early from work and got home in time to freshen up before Theo arrived. With a quick goodbye to Eric, we made our way to the museum, and it was safe to say I would be visiting the place more often. Since I had stepped into the museum, everything had caught my interest and curiosity. And to think I hated history back in high school. As for my curiosity, I was glad it killed the cat. Not the wolf.

There were several large portraits and pictures of werewolves from over the...