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to interact with humans. But day-to-day living? You don't need anything. We have food and shelter naturally."
    "I mean, why do you want to go to college then?" Julia asked.
    "To learn things," Katherine said. "Isn't that why you go to college?"
    Julia laughed as they walked into the bookstore. She'd assumed that she would have to get a degree to get a job so she could take care of Dee. Now, she realized, she didn't need to. It was a strangely liberating perspective.
    "I guess so," she said. "I don't think most people see it that way."
    As they browsed the piles of books, searching for Katherine's botany textbook, Julia considered what they'd been talking about. She'd always wanted to go to college and study for her degree, but was that just because that's what everyone expected a smart student to do. Sure, it would be fun to take a bunch of literature classes, but she didn't need to pressure herself to do well or heck, even to graduate. Julia wasn't sure how she felt about that yet.
    Ten books piled into her arms later, she was much more confident about her choice. Since she was a kid she'd loved reading books and talking about them. She'd read half of the books on her list already, but the rest looked intriguing. Driving home with Katherine, she chatted about her favorite authors and listened to Katherine's story about how she'd learned to read as a pup.
    "Do you have to learn how to shift?" Julia asked. "When you're a kid, I mean."
    "Sure," Katherine said.
    "What's that like?"
    Katherine shrugged.
    "I don't remember," she said. "It's like learning how to talk. I don't remember it, it just came to me. It's like I've always been doing it."
    "It's strange, to think that I used to know how to do that and now I don't," Julia said.
    "You had a different life back then," Katherine said. She looked older for a moment, and then snapped back to her young, lively self. "That's the same for all of us."
    "I'm just glad you found me," Julia said.
    "Damien found you," Katherine corrected. "Well, and Kyle did too, I guess. He's sorry about ... about everything." She looked away, out the window.
    "He's told me," Julia said. "I'm just trying to forget it happened." She rubbed the birthmark on the back of her left hand. The small red marks had always looked to her like claw marks. That they meant something to Kyle, and to the rest of Trax's pack, made her self-conscious about the mark whenever she was out in public. What if someone else from that pack came into town and recognized her as a purebred shifter?
    "So what's in your botany textbook?" Julia asked, changing the subject.
    Katherine quickly brightened up as she flipped through the chapters and listed off all of their names: "Phycology, Mycology, Bryology—that's mosses, I know that—"
    "That's a lot of -ologies," Julia said, laughing.
    They pulled into Julia's driveway talking about weeds and plants and what the difference was between the two. Julia's arms were full of books as she pushed her way into the front door chattering gaily, but the look on Katherine's face made her turn quickly to see what was going on in the kitchen. Her arms went limp and the books fell to her feet as she stepped forward to where Damien lay limp on the kitchen table, the rest of the pack surrounding him. Blood streaked the table and the floor.
    "He's okay," Granny Dee said, quickly coming around the table to take Julia into her arms. Julia couldn't stop staring at Damien. His chest rose and fell shallowly. It reminded her of the wolf that had attacked them, just before he died. And now it was Damien.
    Damien .
    "Is he— is he—" Julia couldn't make herself say the words.
    "He's just got a broken leg," Jordan said, taking out the bandage that he'd been holding between his teeth. "Plus some scrapes and bumps."
    "But he's not moving," Julia said, her eyes fixed on Damien's face. His eyes were open. Even when he looked at her, though, she could see something in his eyes. A glow, a spark, even if he could not