The intelligence and the self-awareness that people have, this time in the eyes of a giant wolf sitting at the dinner table, slowly lapping at a bowl of beer. He amazed himself when he didn't panic; his training had kicked in, and he had distanced himself from his anxiety, looking at the situation with a detached feeling.
He looked at Casey again, watched her reach over and stroke Dagomarus behind the ears. He saw the love in her eyes when she did this. He watched Dagomarus and then saw the same look returned to Casey. He thought about this for a second.
Holy Shit! That isn't just a wolf sitting there. This is something else.
He calmed himself down, relying on his training again.
Okay, there has to be an explanation for all this.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"I see it, Casey. I do see it, but I don't believe it. He's different."
