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.
