Zeidan ran a hand over her face. "I had no idea."

Lyne shook her head. "It wasn't you. I knew it was a Werecat but only after he said terrible things."

"What got you so fired up about this? Why were you running from me?" Zeidan asked.

Lyne froze, her eyes tearing up again and he pulled her in for an embrace, her face buried in his shirt.

"Tell me, honey."

Lyne began in muffled voices but he cooed her until she was stable enough to talk.

"I..." She began. "Look, they were all terrible things."

"So, you won't tell me?" Zeidan asked.

"I will."

"Then tell me."

"I wonder...