The Memory Project, part 6 Adam winked at the passing brunette, whose name he had forgotten. She giggled and began speaking to the girl beside her with much vigor. He didnt care much for her reactionor for her really. She was a human. He was a shapeshifter, a flirt. He made his own rules, his own life, his own luck. He was an individual by chance, a loner by choice. But he was almost never alone. Adam! Britneys voice nearly made Adam cringe. The cheerleader got him so close to losing it. So freaking close. Why didnt you call me back? He raised his brows. The human was like a banshee; obnoxious incarnate.