Could he hear his daughter’s crying? I could, from there even with the door closed; I supposed his super-developed senses could perceive it ten times better than mine. He wrinkled his nose defensively, and although he didn’t move at all, the tension gripping every muscle of his body was palpable. More than once, he bared his teeth, and a shiver ran through me. I quickly averted my gaze to the bandages binding his chest and left side, beneath the arm he had stretched out over my nightstand. They looked clean and fresh, which pleased and relieved me at the same time. I noticed again that he had no hair on his chest, and it occurred to me that it was a little funny that he was like that when he could turn into a huge subject with a dog’s muzzle, disguised in a natural coat of fur. Was that an
