“He was often enthralled by the bodies of his fellow Walkers, brought to his knees by the sheer beauty of the physical and biological make-up of his species. During his self-imposed exile he studied both, formally and informally, everything he could to understand the physiology and biology of a Skinwalker. Niko grabbed the hand of the unconscious boy, gripping the wrist with a strength he drew from his untapped rage. Flesh pressed against bone and bone began to bend to the pressure. Then... he withdrew his hand. Perhaps it was fear he may destroy the vial of precious adapted strain, or perhaps some minute part of his human side bade him pause before he caused permanent damage to the boy. In a few hours the boy's arm would show a purpled bruise and swollen flesh and muscle from Niko's ministrations. Even if the bruises took longer, the four gashes in the tender skin of his arm, where four broken claws had sliced open skin and drawn blood, would be a silent, if not painful reminder.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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