Nightingale

"A dark cobblestone hallway, is this a better place to speak your mind Kane?" Nightingale asked catching up to him with wide strides.

He turned his side to her but only drank from the bottle to empty it.

"You think because you're the smartest here you need not say much? What's wrong then? Afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

"What feelings? As far as I know we are not allowed to have any" he said still not turning to her.

"Don't come with crap now kid! I said something back there and I saw you didn't approve!"

"Yes! The way you said 'us' and not 'them' you really think I consider you a werewolf halfmut?"

She blinked "Oh, that's it hey? Your hatred of us?"

Everyone knew Danté well by now, but clearly she missed a step "Make no mistake Nightingale, I don't hate wolves, in fact I never saw one before, would like to actually, but you are not one, you're only half a wolf" he said finally turning his body broad to her.

She felt that gesture of ho