It didn't make sense. Because this was Ren's warped perception of what was expected of her, passed through word of mouth, her experiences with the Fianna, what she had taken in during her initiation, her role within the tribe and the expectations on her young shoulders.

"I dunno. I'm not a Theurge." Ren admitted. "Spirits don't care much 'bout feelings though. All they'd see is someone honourably mated." The Garou groaned again, putting her head in her hands again. "I just...I don't want t'tell them I'm...." She didn't want to use the word. That was too much like admitting it. "If they ask, just tell them I stepped over the line 'nd you put us straight and we aren't like that. That I was gettin' ahead of m'self. They'll believe that. Please Corbin."