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and I needed him back. Not just to know what had happened to me, but to be with him, to… To love him.
     
    But how the hell was I going to find him?
     
    I mulled the question over for a week, avoiding texts and calls from Ryan and hoping against hope that Wisdom would come walking into the diner once more, hoping to get change for a five. But there was no way that was happening—I knew he was gone forever. I was sure of that.
     
    Still, it didn’t hurt to hope. Didn’t hurt to wish and pray that he would return to me.
     
    In the meanwhile, I found myself changed. Hungrier and more rapacious, I dreamt of fucking both of them—Ryan and Wisdom, together, both of them taking me hard, the stuff of girls’ fantasies—two powerful, beautiful, muscular men, in the prime of their youth, making wild love to me…
     
    And I dreamt of fucking them too—of riding them like the she-wolf I felt myself becoming. I wanted to dominate them like Wisdom had dominated me.
     
    I knew the only beast for me was Wisdom, my Wisdom—he was the one who had bitten me, who had turned me—would I turn into a werewolf now too?
     
    The thought was terrifying but somehow, electrifying. It drew me into a world of forests and hungry midnight bouts of love making with my wolf. I wanted to submit to the wolf inside. I wanted to submit to the feelings that Wisdom had given me, the ones that Wisdom found so terrifying.
     
    And maybe, just maybe… If I were like Wisdom, if I were a werewolf like him… He wouldn’t be afraid to be near me. He wouldn’t be afraid for us to be together.
     
    We could live together, in the forest or a town, living free—no small town bullshit, nothing, no diner—complete freedom. I would be well-prepared to deal with him when the full moon was out, just as he would be prepared to deal with me—to make love, viciously, passionately, desperately, beneath the benign gaze of the pale moon…
     
    I knew I had to find him. I knew I had to find Wisdom… The wolf who had made me what I was.
     

 
    Finding Him
     
     
    The forests of Vermont are dark and deep and frightening, with the moon high overhead and the birds and bugs nearly silent, plagued by the fear that comes with the deathly quiet of night. The moon was not yet full, but I crept along, knowing that Wisdom must be close.
     
    How did I know? It was a hunch, intuition, instinct—call it what you will, I felt it. I felt it in my bones, deep within my soul, within my quickening blood… I felt all of it. I felt that he was near, and I was not going to stop until I found him.
     
    I was not going to stop until I found my Wisdom, until I found the wolf who had made me what I was.
     
    Especially because I felt his seed growing inside me, felt his child deep in my womb. I hadn’t started to show yet but part of the transformation that Wisdom had caused, that he had brought about, it allowed me to feel more intimately with every day the complexities of my body. I felt unusual. I felt… Powerful.
     
    A rustle in a bush nearby me drew my attention and I froze. He was here. He was watching me.
     
    I could all but smell him, my senses heightened by adrenaline and the supernatural power flowing through me. I wanted him. I wanted him to seize me and to take me.
     
    “You shouldn’t have come,” a voice said, quiet and yet impossible to miss in the forest’s stillness.
     
    “I…” I began to whisper.
     
    “No, we can’t, Kelly,” Wisdom replied.
     
    “I want you. I need you.”
     
    “I know. I want you too.”
     
    “You don’t know what I am now.”
     
    “We shouldn’t.”
     
    “You bit me, Wisdom. You bit me, and I’m changing now…”
     
    And then he was there, as if materializing out of thin air, as if the trees and bushes themselves had simply twisted themselves into his form.
     
    “Kelly, I’m so, so, so sorry…” he whispered, his face contorting in shame and sorrow. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I should never have made