Rex’s words struck me deeply, for some reason.
“…but that doesn’t mean they’re beasts,” I replied firmly. “You are not beasts.”
“…well, I’m not saying we are, but a part of us is still wild and instinctive. It’s the use you give to the beast that separates you from being a monster.”
I realized that Rex, unlike Alexander, embraced his canine essence more freely, without prejudice or questioning. He was—and allowed himself to be—perhaps taking somewhat literally the part about making use of his animal side. Maybe that was because he had never had to pretend to anyone that he was a “normal” man. Alexander, on the other hand, had spent many years of his life pretending to the world that he was an ordinary person, to earn Anya’s love, and then he turned his back on everything he knew to get
