[ Carol stiffens. He can't mean the same Wolves that had attacked her home, killed her friends. The ones she'd had to slaughter to keep her family safe. He doesn't, she knows, and yet she can't help the instinctive reaction, the way her heartrate quickens.
But whoever his Wolves are, they're clearly not exactly a sewing circle, either. She looks down, studying the tattoo he shows her. ]
I see.
[ She keeps her voice quiet, a little uneasy. And it is an unsettling idea, the one he's not saying outright. But she's not as anxious or scared to be alone with him as her tone might suggest. ]
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But whoever his Wolves are, they're clearly not exactly a sewing circle, either. She looks down, studying the tattoo he shows her. ]
I see.
[ She keeps her voice quiet, a little uneasy. And it is an unsettling idea, the one he's not saying outright. But she's not as anxious or scared to be alone with him as her tone might suggest. ]
Just - just for a while?