Epilogue

It’s been eight years since I first saw Ivan.

And I know I will never be like him.

This is not like fairy tales, where with a bite everything can be solved and we will live for thousands of years side by side; it does not work like that. Besides, I imagine that living this long must be a torture rather than a blessing, and I have no desire for this life together to be an ordeal. Not for me, not for him. Ivan and the children will always be special and extraordinary to me, more than ordinary people; and I will be happy to have had the privilege of knowing their world, of being part of it. To be with them.

I wish I could somehow describe the depth of knowledge I have acquired over the years, everything I know about their community. About their way of life, their particularities, their history, and everything that wolf-feline hybrids are. It has been like discovering a new world; Ivan was clear when he warned me. A new world that is perhaps strict and where the option