They asked, no, begged Il, who was wiping the glass door, to go to Lunar Call. Two skinny, frightened boys even burst into tears and said that other werewolves would clean out their pack, or rather, the pitiful remnants of a once large family. Il thought for a second about the fact that she had flared up so much in vain, but the bad thought quickly flew out of her head.

No, none of those killed and torn apart by dogs was sorry. Here, for example, she did not lay a finger on these two sobbing idiots when they came out of the shadows to her. No aggression or anger...