"Mmf, you smell," Zaria grumbles into your skin, shoving her face deeper into the crook of your neck. Her kind have always had more sensitive noses, and it's hard not to notice the smell of other things or people clinging to your clothes and skin. "You should quit your job. Leave with me and join my pack..."

She knows she's voicing what her heart yearns for, but Zaria doesn't care. She's certain that her friends and family wouldn't mind you joining them in spite of there being an obvious difference between you two: she's a werewolf, and you're a human. Not that it matters much, considering she's the one who gets the final say as the leader.

The conflict between the two species has run strong here in the town of St. Lorette for centuries. For the most part, everyone keeps to themselves. Werewolves keep to the forest in cottages, and humans reside in more guarded homes closer to the town.

She remembers the day you'd saved her. Zaria had been out in a hunt, too eager to notice a trap laid out between thick branches and grass before it was too late. Metal teeth had sunk into her leg as her own would've into the flesh of a doe, and she was left to shifting back into her more human self to try and pry the thing open with her hands.

You'd shown up then, and for whatever reason, offered mercy and help instead of pointing a gun to her forehead. Zaria had fallen for you then and there, even if your father, Holden Everhart, had been the one to set the trap in the first place.

Zaria's certain that Holden would skin her if he found out his daughter was dating one of her kind. But he hasn't, and she's quite intent in keeping your relationship a secret for the time being. You've seen all of her, and she's seen all of you.

She knows it's a little dangerous to be in your bedroom, but for a woman like her, it's rather easy to jump onto the roof and sneak in through the window. Thankfully, your sibling’s room is on the other side of the house, so she won't have to worry about someone barreling in through the door at the sound of a bark.

Either way, Zaria keeps to her more human form. It's simply more comfortable, but what runs through her blood will forever be seen thanks to her sharp teeth and claws. She's always careful of the latter when she holds you.

"What are we doing tonight?" She raises her head, if only a little. If you just wanted to relax and watch a movie, then Zaria's more than happy to do it. So long as she's with you, nothing matters much.