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. What do you mean,  you re not really present in wolf form ? Well, just that.I can only remember parts of it really.I m not in control at all.Imean, I know I m there with the wolf, but it s more like a dream when you wake up--youcan only remember certain parts and you never really control your dream, it justhappens. Hmm, so what do you remember from last night? Not much.Swamp water.Howls.That s about it. Do you remember what you were chasing?I took a deep breath, did I remember? Yes.Was I going to tell him? No.I wishI could but something, some little tiny part of me wouldn t let me tell anyone my dream,feelings, or the truth of the situation.Honestly, I don t even really know what washappening.All I knew was that there was another jackal, my creator, out there, killingpeople.So why couldn t I bring myself to rat him out? It s not like I want my friendsand my family to be systematically killed off.I want to help them, to exact revenge, orrather, avenge them.So, why couldn t I tell the Hunter who or what was behind it all?Why was I being so secretive about this? Like I said before, I replied,  I don t remember too much in wolf form. I know you were, maybe still are, scared of your secret, especially around ahunter, so why exactly did you change in front of me? What called your beast? I don t know.I didn t want to change.It s just, well, I paused and knew why Ihad shifted, but should I say it out loud, should I say that my maker called my beast andripped it from me? That I was no longer in control?  it s so close to the full moon.I ma new werewolf, I don t have that great of control, is how I responded.I should havetold him what was really happening, perhaps he had an answer for me.But I didn t.Instead, I gave him half-truths,  And what s with all the questions? Am I on trial orsomething? No, I was just wondering why you would show me that hidden secret soblatantly. Like I said, I wasn t in control. So you said.LEGEND: THE WOLF Erin Dameron-Hill 104Not only was the ride uncomfortable from grime, overwrought emotions, and stopand go traffic, but now it seemed like the Hunter was pulling his Joe Friday routine andthat I was Suspect Numero Uno.I was tired and exhausted and this interrogation was so over.If he really cared forme, he wouldn t be putting me through the gauntlet.He would just trust me and acceptmy half-truths and move on with the day.Instead, I knew he wasn t buying it.I couldtell.He may wear a poker face like it s going out of style, but his eyes gave him away.Those beautiful eyes couldn t lie or don the appropriate blankness.They carried the hintof knowledge, of being able to see through lies and misgivings.As much as I loved tolook at those eyes, I wanted to avoid them right now.He could read me so easily that itwas a bit unnerving.He may not know the truth, but he could tell I was lying.And Ithink he was disappointed.He really did want me to trust him.But like I said, I couldn t tell anyone why I was hiding the truth, why I wasavoiding my visions, why I was keeping the killer hidden. Other than your were-family, have you told anyone your secret? he asked. No, and up until now, I thought no one could tell, I said bringing both my armsto cross on my chest.I didn t like being found out, being called so easily. I m really sorry, Sophie, I didn t realize how much you wanted to keep yourbeast a secret. It s fine.You re good at what you do, I said looking out the window and tryingdesperately to end this conversation.I just wanted to be left alone.Hadn t I beenthrough enough lately? Do you want to know my secret? he asked. Not really. Please, Sophie, I m trying to make this right between us.I shook my head,  So I tell you a secret and you tell me a secret we ll be BFF s?This isn t the fourth grade, Damon. In the past thirty six hours, you ve only used my name twice, he said, glancingover at me as he swerved through traffic into the far right lane. Oh yeah? Yeah.But that s a good thing.I don t want you to get familiar with the nameDamon Black. Why not? I asked, my curiosity peaked. Because it s not my real name. I knew it.I knew Damon Black was such a made up name.He snorted just a bit, swallowing some laughter and suddenly, the air seemed lesstense,  How could you tell?I chuckled just a bit,  It s kind of obvious. I thought it was a great name. Why Damon Black? Well, the name Damon is closely related to Damien, son of the devil, and Blackis the color associated with Death.I assumed it would strike terror into the hearts of myenemies [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]