Ana was a classic Werewolf, emotions ran over the more logical parts of herself. It would be a burden, if she weren't fully used to it by now. She hoped she hadn't made Wes uncomfortable, being so casual with her personal life, she knew how Vampires were. Private on the verge of completely solitary. Ana's life was filled with people, all the time, everywhere she went. She wondered what it would be like to be alone like that.
"I'm so happy for you, Wes. You have such a talent for bringing your visions to fruition. I'm sure others will appreciate it as much, if not more, than even you do," she nodded.
Ana felt that way about her Pack, as nosy and claustrophobic as it could be at times. More specifially to see her younger siblings grow up, they were the best things her parents ever created. She didn't count herself among that however, because she was now the oficial pariah, the owner of the blame and little of the praise being the leader.