Missing Link iv

~ Marx felt slightly foolish sitting in the tent, legs folded underneath him. He wanted to ask what this all should achieve, but each time he spoke out of turn, the Shaman chastised him. Now he sat there in silence, eyes closed, talking to himself. The room was now a haze of incense that tickles his nose, and he was sitting closer to the suspended fire than he would have liked.

"You are the man, the alpha, and the wolf," the Shaman said. "Open your eyes."

Marx did, and before he could ask a question, he saw figures in the cloud of incense. One was a man and bounding over to him was a wolf. He accepted the wolf, and the two became one. Another figure formed. This third figure was a werewolf. Instead of accepting it as the man had the wolf, they remained divided.

"Roan said I feared the wolf."

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