My worry deepened as he furrowed his brow and didn’t say anything.
“Why do I want to feed sometimes, but not others?” I pressed.
He sighed.
“I’m not sure. It is different with you. You are a half breed. And perhaps…part wolf. It is a very rare thing….I do know that you are coming-of-age. With others, they are turned overnight. For you, it is a process. It may take time for you to settle, to go through whatever changes you will. And there is the fact that it seems you are also part….wolf.”
I thought back and remembered my hunger pangs, how they’d overwhelmed me out of nowhere. How they’d made me unable to think of anything but feeding. It was horrible. I dreaded it happening again.
“But how do I know when it will happen again?”
He looked at her. “You don’t.”
“But I never want to kil
