<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The female barely registered his words as she practised her deep breaths. It was the only thing she could do to resist her change. When he settled beside her, the female gazed toward him with growing confusion. What the hell was he doing? As he began to sympathise with her, the female grew increasingly uncomfortable. It seemed she was correct in her assumption, but it didn't make her feel any better. It made her feel worse that he was offering her comfort; she wasn't the kind of woman that would accept help. As the back of his hand brushed against her cheek the she-wolf shot her gaze toward him, much like a wild animal would do to a human on their land. "Yes, we have both lost something, it's the norm." Her voice was low, and her demeanour was almost cold as she gazed toward him. "It's just a night terror, I'm fine." She cleared her throat softly, her gaze scanned over the room and over him, noticing he was naked, and it drew her attention for quite some time.<br/>
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"We work together, for now, we're just here to kill something that deserves it. This isn't a time to bond. I work alone. We can fuck, we can kill, but feelings of any kind are off the table." Her words were firm, that well-trained coldness returned to her; it was something she would never lose. It was the perfect defence. "You should get some rest, I'm going to take another bath. Take the bed, I won't be using it." The female slowly drew herself out of the bed as she slipped her feet out to brush against the fairly rough carpet before making her way past him, the towel was discarded in the bed and she made no effort to take it. Once in the bathroom, she paced slightly. This was a bad idea; she should've gone solo. If he managed to wiggle his way into her mind, she would have a problem killing him once it was all over. She couldn't afford that. Werewolves needed to die, all of them. She owed it to her people to take out as many as she could before terminating herself.<br/>
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Slowly, she leaned her head side to side causing soft cracks to echo from her body. The woman stared in the mirror before her, noticing the wounds of her fights. The scars told her story, and it was a reminder of her duty. Natalia wasn't someone who was particularly sane, the longer she stared at the mirror the more her temper began to grow. No, she wasn't going to ignore it. The female stormed out of the bathroom, her arms folding under her chest as she stared at the male, knowing well enough they'd see clearly in the dark. "No, you know what? This gentlemanly stuff ends now. I don't need someone to open the door for me, I don't need someone to check up on me. I'm a grown ass woman. Do you really think that being kind to me is going to do anything?" It wasn't <i>him</i> that got to her, no, it was deeper than that. "I'm no human, I've never lived in the human world. Being kind with me will get you nowhere." <br/>
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In an instant she was at the end of the bed, then she leapt up onto it with an agile movement and crawled her way to him. The glow in her eyes was primal; there was more animal inside her than human traits, that much was clear. "So if you really want to keep me happy, fuck me and kill with me." There was a low grumble to her voice as she spoke as if the animal inside was trying to claw its way out. The female edged close enough that he'd feel the heat ebbing from her flesh as she gazed toward him, a predator stalking her prey. "So, do we understand each other?"</span>