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I first heard about this beast from a Tlingit ex-girlfriend more than two decades ago. The way she said the name — Gonakadet — cracked like a rifle shot in my skull. The Sea-Wolf . Half-myth, half-mammal, and all hunger. Her story still bubbles up from the subconscious like something dragged through the dream-silt of my brain. Most memories sink back into the mire, but this one claws up and refuses to let go. You don’t shake the Sea-Wolf; the Sea-Wolf shakes you. The Girl and the Gray Dog-Sharks She told me about standing on the shores of Lake Iliamna as a little girl, when the water was flat as glass. Then came the wakes — five, six of them, cutting across the surface, converging like missiles on her position. At first she thought they were seals. Cute, clumsy, oversized seals. Then the truth surfaced: gray dog-sharks, spotted hides, eyes full of hate. “If I’d been in the water,” she said, “they would have torn me to pieces.” She never touched Iliamna again. Haunted her whole l...