"Yes. Learning to hunt, play-wrestling with my siblings, worrying only about finding good spots to nap and food to eat." Emery's eyes go distant with remembering.

Then he shakes himself out of those memories, and says, "Then my father told us his secret... that he was a werewolf, and so was I and the rest of my litter. He taught us how to take our other forms... the first one you saw, the were, and this one, that looks like a human."