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before—and still he’d wanted more and more of her.
    In the past two days they’d barely spoken. They’d been too busy screwing each other’s brains out. Brianna loved him and was certain that he was growing to love her too. But she worried about what inner torment he was going through.
    But when she tried to draw him out of his shell, he’d shut her out completely. Perhaps it was just a mood, but he seemed so distant from her unless they were making love. Shuttered and withdrawn.
    “The moon is full tonight,” he spoke, breaking into her thoughts. He stood in the doorway apparently having just arrived from one of his walks.
    “Really?” She tried to sound interested. He talked about the moon a lot.
    “We must talk.” His voice was serious and firm. Her heart sank, as she feared that he’d grown tired of her already and was trying to find a way to break things off with her. She tried not to let her sadness show.
    “Okay,” she said, surprised that her voice sounded so neutral and steady.
    “There are things about me you must know. About me and my family…and the people of the village. Things you won’t understand…but I need you to try.”
    “You’re scaring me,” she whispered.
    “I am sorry. I wish I could give you more time, but the moon…” He faltered, and for the first time Brianna saw that he was nervous and unsure of himself.
    “Hey, it’s all right. You can tell me,” she coaxed, taking his hands in hers.
    He sighed. “I am not like other men, Brianna. My family and the inhabitants of the nearby village are not like normal people. We are very different.” He was quiet for a moment. She could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “To put it bluntly, we are not human.”
    “W— what ?” She tried to laugh his proclamation off, but couldn’t seem to summon even a threadbare chuckle. Her throat was dry, the word sounding hoarse and faint even to her own ears. His revelation was worse than she’d expected.
    He was mad.
    “What do you mean by that exactly?” Her voice hardened on the last words.
    “Do not withdraw from me.” His voice caught as he reached for her when she would have pulled away. “I could not bear it if you turned from me now. I had hoped we were growing close—close enough for this. I love you. I have loved you from the first, and it would kill me if you turned from me now.”
    “I love you too, Ivan. So much. But you’re scaring me. You’ve been so distant the past few days, and when you do talk to me you sound like you’re angry. I feel like you’re pushing me away. And now this—you’re just not making sense!”
    “I am sorry, but I have no words to tell you that will make sense. I have never told anyone—never had to. I rarely meet humans, my kind tend to keep to themselves here in the forest, we always have. I am not like you, I am… other .”
    “You’re talking like a crazy man,” she breathed out. “And you’re scaring me.”
    He swore in Russian, running a hand through his dark hair. “I have not the English to tell you what I am. But my kind, we are very different from yours. We go through phases, with the moon as our guide. Every full moon we change into…into wolves—not like normal wolves, but very close,” he spoke over her gasp, laying a hand on her mouth to silence her until he was finished. She tried to pull away, but he secured her to him, exerting little strength in doing so.
    “With the waning moon, after the change, we lose our wolfish traits, our glowing eyes dim, our fangs retreat and our bodies lose muscle mass. During the new moon we are very much like humans, though we retain some of our strength and speed. During the waxing moon the cycle begins anew, and we approach the change with heightened senses, increased muscle mass and sharper teeth.
    “Then, on the full moon we change. We become like wolves, on four legs, with fur and fangs. We hunt the night as our instincts demand, thinning out the weaker prey and