The next morning I spent with a wolf-human, who was pacing back and forth in the cave, making different sounds with his throat. He put his hands on it and I noticed the scar from the knife I had stabbed in his neck.

I made a face. How could he want to stay with me and do all this after I tried to kill him? Was there a problem with his memory? The turned we had caught these last two years were all wild and often killed themselves in the cells we locked them in. That's why we had started tying them away from any grids or ways to break...