Lavender managed a tiny smile as she looked at Faith. "Werewolves don't exactly have happy endings," she said bitterly.
"I know there are things to help, Oz learned to control it, but in the end," she paused and sighed slightly. "I've read all the literature I could find on werewolves, and I've felt it inside me. Deep down is a monster, I'm..." Lavender paused again, looking down at the city below.
"I'm not as strong as everyone tells me I am, I know I'm not. And please, don't pull a Peter and tell me I am," she tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.
"I just have a feeling one of these days I'll be more monster than human. No, I know one of these days I'll be more monster than human."