"Not only my kind. Other changers, too. They are few now, if they are not all dead. Bear. Raven. Lions and tigers and great cats. Crocodiles. Gaia's children all. The Wyrm is seen sometimes. Not often in the real world. Twisted beasts, broken men. Bodies that are wrong. Minds that are wrong. Monsters," Bella says. She knows very little of the other changers, and has never seen any before. In fact, the odds are she never will.

"They do us little harm. But if they knew of us, they could be used. They are too many for us. Garou are strong, but man is many."

"Word difference is not important to me. I am wolf," Bella says, dismissing it. Her temper's fading again, easily.