You should. I shared a cab with you yesterday. You may have seen me
lunching at Le Cirque last week and you've surely noted my name in the financial
pages. And yes, it was I who smiled at your daughter across the smoky
barroom and made her heart pound so loudly she could hardly think. And did I
take her home when she sidled up to me and ran her not-so-innocent fingers
down my thigh? You bet.
I am werewolf. Quod Hominem, genus gerulfos. Warwoof, wehrwulf,
waerul, varulv,garwall,garoul, warou, loup-garou. Lycanthrope. We have been
known by many names over the centuries, and none of them accurate, for we
are neither man nor wolf but a breed apart We have been with you since before
the dawn of time.
Oh, I know your world, human. I know it and I love it and I walk at ease
within it. One might even say (and who wouldn't?) that I have mastered it. My
race has centuries of cunning, skill and ambition invested in a mutually beneficial
relationship with yours, and it would disturb me to see all of that lost. Maybe
what you are about to learn will prevent the inevitable. Maybe it will hasten it.
It is the custom among our kind to sing aloud the tales of our heroes and to
write our secrets down. These pages contain many secrets, and the tales of
heroes whose deeds may never be sung aloud. Let their words, then, speak for
themselves. Heed them, remember them. And then decide.
.....from THE PASSION copyright 1998 by Donna Ball Inc
