its the only thing that will free him from this torture that he keeps inflicting on himself this printed memory of elle , hurt and afraid , in his brain playing in a constant loop . he tightened his grip on her thigh . my father always said they had some sort of metabolism , but it 's nothing like humans or werewolves . '' i wondered what he was doing here , was he here helping her ? could it have been another way out , another chance to walk away ? he looked startled by my question . 