"I don't remember anything." I licked my dry lips, wishing for another giant glass of water. Or for a meteor to hit and make this conversation unnecessary.
"I know my name, I guess. My first name. I think my last name is Stern. I heard one of them talking about me in there, he said my name. Being human feels right. And I seem to know the stuff that a normal person would know about the world, like what a werewolf is. Or where Boise is. But I don't remember anything about my life before…before."
In for a penny, in for a pound, even though my heart started to race like it might explode out of my chest. At least I could feel that? Yay. "Also, I can't feel much. Pain. You asked me how much pain I was in. The answer's none. I can't feel pain anymore. They cut on me, and it was like a touch."
Drew looked at me for a long time, his face going hard and set, and his fists clenching where they rested on his legs. Was I imagining the faint golden glow in his eyes?
