She seems like a lovely woman. If I actually intend to
reveal my nature
, it would be better to learn more about what she thinks. Like it or not, werewolves seem to be the closest thing to
shifters
to call ’my kind’...
"Do you have a relationship with any of them?"
"Honey, the old wolf families have been in these mountains longer than any of us regular folk. The Goddess blessed them with her gifts long ago and she’s continued to do so all this time."
Martha glanced over at me after making a turn and getting stuck in more traffic. Green eyes with depth stare my way, but I’m not sure if they see through me or past me...
or see me at all
. Probably some of all of it, forcing her to
interpret
as she will.
> Mystics are all that way, interpretive conduits. Really does not feel like I’m being too cautious. Just prudent. Alright. It’s me, isn’t it. She’s talking about us. Still feels like a power move to me. Fresh carrots are actually not bad, but I still kept thinking of the foods that I couldn’t eat right away. The golden egg yolks and mouth watering chicken waiting in the cooler unit! A fox likes to be chased, after all. <