A tear rolled down Cheryl's cheek and her blush went bright red.  She leaned into the kiss and brought her free arm around her alpha, holding her close.  As their foreheads touched and she looked back into her alpha's eyes, Cheryl whispered, "I just need to be cautious.  Since I am Metis I am not sure how I will be received.  I do not want to cause trouble for those who show me kindness."  Despite how well built she was and how strong she seemed, Cheryl was trembling--part from fear and part from nervousness that is clear in her eyes.  The bald woman's well tanned skin flushed rosey.  She seemed incredibly vulnerable.