I left shortly after that. She tried to tell me everything was all right, but I felt very uneasy. From the moment that mark developed on the back of my neck about eight months ago, everything it represented was having a snowball effect on my life. It just kept growing and growing, but eventually I knew that that snowball would make it to the bottom of the hill and break open. I just wasn’t sure what was inside that snowball. Clearly a werewolf, but was there something more?
I reflected on what she told me on my drive into town. I knew there was power in me. I also knew my power felt stronger when I was near my partner. Sometimes I couldn’t feel where my power ended and his began, but most of the time we were just one. The other term used instead of “partnered” is “bonded”. That might actually be a fairer interpretation of the cohesiveness felt between partners. Brian’s and my power were welded together, after all. Sometimes the power was welded side by side; one could expand and overlap the other's, while other times it was a shared power. One power. It wasn’t a far stretch to think that our offspring would need some of that power to survive. The werewolves gave off the most power, so it would seem that the more werewolves a clan has, the better the clan does reproductively.
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