“I was.” Galen held up a hand to stop his brother. “It’s true, the
feorhbealu
would have risen and we were needed, but if I’d been sure who I was—what I was—the Hunt couldn’t have called me after the Ritual of Swords, you know that. I guess I thought I was trapped, and what Blake told us didn’t help, I honestly believed that once I’d denied my place, it would always be there, like the scar the Old One gave me. A part of my life I couldn’t escape. What I don’t think I realized was the fact that I was still denying who I was, especially after what happened four months ago.”