“It is faint now,” she had said, “It is quiet now, but it will not always sleep. The spirit of a beast, a creature you must call on if you are to find your strength. She will come out when you are in the direst of times. She will take hold of you. Let her. Let her show you your instincts. But I must warn you. Do not let her take complete control of you. This angel’s face you wear will never return if it is too lost. You will never come back if you forget who you are. There must be balance.”