By C. J. Cherryh
They named him Thorn. They informed him he was once in their humans, even though he was once so diversified. He was once gruesome of their eyes, unusual, sleek-skinned rather than furred, clawless, diversified. but he used to be in their energy type: judge-warriors, the elite, the warring parties, the defenders.
Thorn knew that his distinction was once in some way vitally important - yet now not very important adequate to avoid murderous conspiracies opposed to him, opposed to his protector, opposed to his citadel, and maybe opposed to the peace of the area. but if the crunch got here, while Thorn eventually discovered what his precise function in existence was once to be, that on him may well grasp the way forward for worlds, then he needed to stand by myself to justify his very lifestyles.