By the time Alexander finished speaking, I no longer felt blood in my face; I was stiff from the impression.
Because I knew exactly what he was referring to; and I began to glimpse that perhaps what he had mentioned was the cause of my anxieties. I like to read—it’s natural to me—and in recent days I had read a couple of things online about werewolves, driven by curiosity. Well, I had been doing it for the past two years, but I had never dared to explore much; I knew little to nothing of what I found would relate to my friends. But when I gave in to temptation, I found an entire subworld between dark and sexy drawn with fantasy and eroticism, the image of the supernatural being linked to a new way of thinking and feeling about it.
And Alexander was right: there was the contemporary myth
