"No. I need you to protect-"
"Our son. Yes. And what I need is to protect you."
This was her world… and the way I'd lived as a shifter princess - the assessment of threats and necessary social actions that had kept me alive within a society of intrigue were well and far away from directly fighting like territorial beasts.
One thing I've noticed is that her kind - not just successful CEOs, but werewolves - act on instinct a lot more than they do any sort of careful planning and thinking. Not because they are stupid or risk junkies, just…
Well, our way was surprisingly more 'human' than theirs. Probably because we were primal creatures trying to be refined toward increased order while they are the sort of beings that let themselves be truer to bestial nature.
In that regard, I'm not surprised that… with all of this going on, the inhibitions and rules that kept those right on the edge of being respectable have now shown those 'black souls' that Rick referred to.
