.Telling you that this...monster should be locked up before he causes any other students to get hurt...or worse.” said Mr. Cohen vehemently, spittle...flying from the corner of his mouth and landing on Principal Gramm’s desk.The dark skinned principal eyed the bubble of spit before taking out a napkin and wiping it off with a pencil. He then ran his hands through his graying head of hair and sighed mournfully. “I’ve already told you Mr. Cohen, the officers cannot lock away a promising student. Thank goodness. What would I say to him anyhow? He could not protect me. He had absolutely nothing to offer a pregnant white girl in an all white world with parents ready to kill her. Getting Jamal involved in any way would be nuts. Think about how my parents would react if they knew who it was that did this. My dad would have him in jail in a heartbeat, probably for life.Call Kyle? No way. Think about that. I tormented. There was no way to get my mind organized. Everything kept going around. I glanced around to see Dean standing there looking so handsome; I think my heart skipped a beat. All he had on was his jeans and boots.The sweat was glistening on his tanned, muscular body. He sat down next to me; his hand brushed the hair from my face. He leaned into me and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Slowly, my body leaned back into the grass, and he followed. He laid half in the grass and half on me. He softly kissed me as his hands slid down my body. I loved the feel of his touch. It. Velvet black hair. Long graceful limbs. My mother used to say that they are the offspring of elves, the race that was endangered and exterminated by the so much more fertile humans. And the legend says that an elven man fell in love with the Wolfgoddess Fuor, the black wolf shapeshifter, whom treaded the earth when only a few elves still lived. The elf was named Wilij, the tale goes. Fuor rejuvenated the elven race with more fertility and an almost vicious look, like beasts of prey. Wilij's and.