With the sun high and everyone in the house still asleep, Derrick stood in Kara's room looking at himself in the mirror, slowly brushing over the burns on his face.
What now? All the Hell was over? He wasn't afraid of werewolves anymore because he was one. Derrick turned to Kara, she was closed in blankets, but he knew she was naked under there, the white dress she uses to cover herself up lied on the ground next to the bed.
Why did she hunt him? Why did she try to kill him? He turned to the mirror "Wolf..."
Only in his vision, the mirror showed the wolf open it's eyes in his own reflection "Who are you?"
"I am you"
"Did you see her chase me down? Did you see her try and kill me?"
"I remember it only through your memory"
"And?"
"I enjoyed it, I found her attractive when she chased your tiny hide around"
Derrick smiled "No wonder I found her attractive"
"Of course, she's our mate"
