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- I am who I am. I can't change that. Shirts woven of parsley and potions made of virgin's tears might work in old wives' tales, but not for me. It is time to come to terms with it. With Hanna's love and iron discipline I have found a way to manage. But I must remember to hide in the woods before the full moon rises. To go somewhere far from others. Far from Hanna.
- The attack comes and then passes. I wake up with wounds on my hands and the taste of blood in my mouth. Perhaps it is for the best that I don't remember. Killing prey with bow and arrow is one thing — to tear it apart with fang and claw... At least here, deep in the woods, I won't hurt any people. Merciful Melitele, watch over any who stray too close...