"You do not seem like a psycho bitch right now," Jack counters gently. "It was a dream. Dreams are not reality." He doesn't move, leaving his chin on her knee. His tails shift restlessly against his hip and hind leg. "Did you know, when I was much younger, I used the werewolf to kill people, on purpose? I would stalk them until I knew where they would be, and when I changed I did so right where the wolf would kill them first. I was angry at the world for betraying me, so I took it out on people I thought deserved it."

He heaves a little sigh. "I have learned to be better. To be less angry and not to judge who deserves what. But it did still happen." Maybe she won't believe him, maybe she will. But she is not the only one with a past they regret, and maybe it will help her to know that.