"What did they look like?" I asked, totally absorbed in his story.
"They all look different. Some looked like big hairy humans with wolf heads and talons. The older ones looked like oversized wolves with human-like bodies. And then every variation in between."
I shuddered. They sounded so ugly, and Paul was so beautiful. How could he want to look like a deformed wolf?
"What do you mean that they're powerful?" I asked.
"We're faster, even when not transformed. I hear everything. My sense of smell is just like my sense of taste, and taste is like touch. I can run fast, jump high. I can break trees with just a swing of my fist." He laughed. "It's frigging great!"
I closed my eyes.
"Oh, Kim, baby. You'll see. It's not a bad thing for a Werewolf to have your back."
"How did they change
