fancy that.
Steve Newlin?
Either the wolf-girl was crazy or she was a liar (Franklin didn't think she was either; too sweet, even if she was a wolf), or it was the truth. It could be. It might be. Newlin had been an exterminator, and it just might have suited someone's humor to saddle him with fangs.
Just what the world needed. Another Bible-banging vampire. Franklin was mildly surprised that Newlin hadn't spontaneously combusted upon discovering his new form, but that sort always did find a way to adapt.
And what was he doing with Russell? It didn't seem like Russell's game to turn someone like that, and Franklin had never heard a spark of any such interest. Granted, Franklin had been gone... Maybe a while. He still wasn't certain. Whether or not Russell had turned Newlin, it seemed they were together.
Which--and this was rather funny--may have left Talbot in the dust.
Information to file away. Information to use.
What Russell was doing adopting a wolf-girl was another question, but it hardly crossed Franklin's mind. Russell was a man of whims and unexpected desires; this was no stranger than anything else he'd done. Besides, Russell had always liked his wolves. And Franklin had other matters to think about.