Hecate sat on the edge of her couch, reaching out to cup her hand under Kaden's chin, a movement that made Kaden close his eyes and lean into her for a scratch. "I will admit I've considered it," she said. "He could have a happy life as a dog. Certainly, a less hunted life... But you are not a dog, are you, Kaden?" she addressed him, though Kaden was more concerned with ear scratches than her words. "He didn't ask to be turned into one. He didn't ask for a lot of things that happened in his life." And when he had made a choice, he'd chosen rash and brave. He'd chosen so stupid, but he'd chosen from his heart.
Hecate wanted to see more of that, more choices made from his heart.