Most curiously, his mouth had curved into a knowing smile, and his lips parted as he spoke again. I m Cyril. I m Adam. That was a close one, man. You had nothing to worry about.
Wolves are smart.
They know the difference between predators and prey. As the last word of that sentence, Prey, dropped from his tongue, Adam realized that the carnage he saw in Cyril s eyes had nothing to do with the preceding slaughter. It was a permanent fixture that gave his eyes a feral tint to them. There was something more in Cyril that Adam couldn t quite put his finger on, but he knew it was there. Again, the Voice rumbled.