Taming the Heart (Creatures of the Night Book 2) by Tisha Wilson

however, and the wolves that ate you would come that much closer to a human form.”
    “Human form?”
    “The older wolves, they are stronger, smarter. Eventually they will learn to change, to be day walkers.”
    “Day Walkers?”
    At least she was asking one question at a time now. “Day walkers are more like the wolves you’ve seen in the movies only they can change at will weather it is day or night. They are nearly composed like snakes with the ability to bend their shapes. They are like chameleons. They can look like anyone and they are hard to keep track of. They are always moving. We kill them when we can but they are smarter, harder to catch than the creatures.”
    “So the only way they can become day walkers is to eat hunters?”
    “That or a few thousand humans, or they can capture a balance and mate with him.”
    “A balance?”
    “A man born once every thousand years that can mate with a wolf or a day walker and produce more day walkers.”
    “So day walkers cannot produce more day walkers themselves?”
    “They can lay with each other but no new life can be created from them. They are unnatural.”
    “So… There is a balance alive right now?”
    “Yes. He surfaced briefly but is under the protection of the mentors. I think Bateman might be off setting him up in a different life to prevent the day walkers from finding him. I’m sure that they will find him again though.”
    “Why don’t hunters protect him?”
    “Because hunters are far more attracted to him than wolves are, males to fight him, females… for other reasons.”
    “All hunters?”
    “Well all but one. She hunts in the South East of the United States and she seems to be able to be normal around him, or so she claims. I’m not convinced that she didn’t jump him at least once.”
    “What’s her handle on the sight?”
    “Creole Hunter. She’s a very young hunter. I think she was born in New Orleans.”
    “And you? Where were you born?” she asked as she continued to stroke his arm. He wondered if she even realized she was doing it.
    “I was born in what would now be called Norway.”
    “Do you remember your parents?”
    “Not even their names,” he replied.
    She paused as if this shocked her. “Did they die when you were young, I mean human?”
    “I don’t think so. I became a hunter while out on scavenge and never returned to them. They probably died of old age. I kept a journal back then. I only ever referred to them as mother and father. I’m lucky I can still read it. I barely recall the language at all.”
    “Do you remember what they were like?”
    He shook his head. “That’s like asking you if you remember what kind of watch the doctor was wearing at your own delivery into this world. Memory, after a time, becomes fuzzy. My life is like yours. A series of days. After thirty years or so you have established an entirely new existence. I could possibly tell you what I personally was doing thirty or forty years ago, I can vaguely recall fashion trends and important events, but for the most part I rely on what I’ve written.”
    “How often do you write in your journal?”
    “Once every ten years or so I cover major events. Sometimes more. Sometimes less. It’s nearly time for me to write again. I haven’t really had my heart in it since my last wife died.”
    “Your wife?”
    “I was married about a hundred years ago. I’ve been married three times, though Dawn is the only one I recall at the moment. I think it had been a good three hundred years before her that my second wife died. I would have to pull out my journal to really recall. I can’t remember that far back at all, not even how I felt about it. I only remember at all because Dawn used to be in awe of how long it had been since I was last married. I think I used to tell her that I didn’t want to remember how depressed I was when my second wife died.”
    “And your first wife?”
    He thought really hard. He didn’t know why he was telling