The Boss sighed. "Boy, I have talked to more shifters than I doubt you'll ever meet in your life. I have heard enough stories from their lips to fill all the books in the world. I will never tire of their majesty." He tightened one hand into a fist. "But all of that did no good. There was no shifter who could tell me the words I needed to know." He turned to a page of gruesome images, bodies of humans and animals alike cut open for dissection. "Only their bodies could speak to me."