Being a Werewolf Doesn't fix EVERY Relationship Issue

"Is this about Lilith?" You ask, "Because she was about as subtle as a bag of hammers and... I don't know, it was working for me right then."

"It's not... just about Lilith," Allegra says, clearly framing her words carefully.

"Why is this a problem? You never really showed an interest in me until I was a werewolf!"

"Didn't I?" She arches a brow.

"Well you... oh hell, I missed a bunch of clues, didn't I?"

"Morgan, I think you miss a lot of attention that comes your way because you don't really think of yourself as desirable."

"That's... probably a fair assessment," You sigh.

"That's why I'm not really mad at you but I'm frustrated when some bitch gets your attention by ramming her tongue down your throat."

"Look, I'm not proud of it."

"I'm not asking you to be ashamed, M. I'd just... well, I'd started to wonder if I was doing something wrong. Or you just weren't interested. So when you were all... unleashed there with zero filters and sprouting fur..."

"...you took your shot," you nod.

"Damn right I did. At first I was telling myself that even if it was just a wild thing then and there, at least I got to have that with you."

"But you don't want to have just that."

"No," she admits, "and I don't want to share you with any bitch that comes along. I want you, M."

"And that's... well, I like what we have, Ally. I mean what we have now, this undercurrent of... it cuts through some of my anxiety, at least."

"Yeah, you're... pretty direct when you wolf out," she smirks.

"I feel like hell on wheels when I do," you admit, your ears twitching and stretching to points as your teeth start to sharpen.

"There's our proof," she says, looking at you with admiration.

"Oh hell, I'm slipping, aren't I?"

"Babe, I don't ever want you to apologize for being what, or who you are."

"I've still got to get a handle on it so I don't do this in public."

"We're not in public, M. You feel like a bitch? Be a bitch."