Ana held Wes' gaze, shoulders slumping as she gave a heavy sigh. "Blessed Moon," she murmured. "It was Justin, wasn't it." She spun in her chair and stood up, walking over to the window. It was still busy on the street, people meeting for dinner, for a date, going home after too long a day at work.
"I met him just after last Full Moon, if I am remembering right. I initiated a conversation with him, and he was so angry about being Bitten. I understand it only from those who have been Bitten that come into the fold of the Pack. He wants the 'curse' gone, nothing more."
She winced and turned to face Wes, sitting on the windowsill. "He was very nice, besides thinking that we are nothing more than monsters. I'm afraid I may have touched on his nerves when I asked him not to call me a 'furry beastie' again. He didn't know that I was the Pack Leader, I was still cautious that he night be the bait from another Pack come to single me out!"
It seemed to stupid, especially now. Poor princess can't take a joke, takes her position much too seriously. Snotty, primadonna with too much power in her hands. "I'm no better than the Elders."