Days ago, I was so sure the father was the very man... the
ill-tempered wolf
that had handled me like
particularly stubborn garbage
upon my arrival in this world. Even if that has a chance of being untrue?
"No - there is no father involved and I will keep it that way."
Vrika growls softly in alertness... as if ready to defend this decision
alongside
me. Rather than
pressing
me one way or another, the other woman simply nodded.
"Understood. I only asked because the full moon is in two weeks. Without a pack structure, you may find it more... difficult to manage the increased hormonal fluctuations of the male wolves."
Of course, this
was
something I had thought about. Helene knew that werewolf kind was more trouble during the height of
lunar activity
.
When you are a
member of the pack
, there is a certain... rule may be the word, but it doesn’t sound quite right, either.
Instinct
?
An understanding to not just
go mad
- and do whatever you want with
whoever
you want.
Marked
females were safe in that regard. Werewolf
young
, as well.
But groups of
unmarked wolves
? Well, the humans might call it lots of games of ’grab ass’.
> Your last partner really knew strange terms for being stuck in that village. Fleeing it all like I did never seemed like an option to her. Pack was her life, even if they were ’assholes’. I just thought, for a small moment, that she might have known and done this for me anyway. What wishful thinking... She meant nothing by pointing it out. But thank you for paying attention to threats I might miss. Nothing will change. <