Selma Payne's POV:
I shook my head. This wasn't Tracy's or the werewolf grandmasters' fault. On the contrary, they did this to ensure my safety. I wouldn't be so insensible as to see my savior blame me.
"Of course," my mother smiled. "We all know you're a kind and good child."
My father was concerned about the progress of my training because my body had changed, and my body's ability to resist attacks had decreased. Fortunately, the physical fitness of the new body had improved by a large margin, so it was not too difficult for me to learn.
"You can just be honest," I said bluntly. "Is it because of Aldrich and me?"
My parents looked at each other, feeling a little awkward.
There was always a barrier between parents and their children's love life. If they asked too much, they were afraid their children would be disgusted, but if they asked too little, they would be worried.
