"A gun just does not have that.....personal touch." A light, wistful smile danced on her lips touching her eyes with a sparkle of light. Trained by the best swordsmen to ever serve the crown Selene was quite skilled with a bladed weapon. She preferred them in all forms over her guns. Although in a fight with a Lycan pack, dealing a speedy death was sometimes a greater concern.
His impromptu visit had given Selene insight into her unpaved path. Why make a coven of her own? The idea was ridiculous. She could not live with spreading her virus into the world, so why not invite those like her, the ones that were cursed but not giving in to it? "After all my hostility would you accept my thanks?" She glanced at him. "This chat of ours has given me purpose. Thank you."