Chapter 43

Strength, as wolf, as human. Recuperative powers, self-healing. A body temperature and blood flow he could regulate and adjust to the weather. He no longer needed shoes for warmth or to protect his feet. Chocolate was not good for him. He would have to be careful with caffeine.

Wolf mind, human mind.

Henry remembered how to speak with ravens. The sounds sank into his brain, into his cells, finding ancient memories of werewolves, human and wolf, and companion ravens calling to each other. Sounds gradually became words, a common tongue for werewolf and raven, a language taught by a tall bright being, an old god.

His body remembered.

His heart remembered, too.

She whispered to him that she had wanted to live among the mundanes. She wanted to be accepted. She wanted to be normal. Mundanes had so much more; they weren’t afraid all the time. They didn’t live in the shadows. She had wanted Henry to be a mundane like his father. She had made Henry forget what he was, who he was.