She knew there were a lot of differences between them in ideas of family but she was curious of his thoughts. She didn't mean for it to sound like she never wanted children, but she knew she would need to explain to him. He told her that couples were her age when they had children in his time. She could tell he was fishing for more, trying to feel out how she felt about children. She smiled fondly and shook her head. "It's not that. I've always dreamed of having children of my own. Didn't matter whether it's one or six. I know I'd love them all the same. I think I was always terrified of the idea of it happening in my pack. The pack I was in, that is." She swallowed, sure that he knew what she meant. "I didn't want that life for my children. I didn't want them to know my father or what he was capable of. I didn't want his hatred for me falling on my children."

She wanted to ask more, to ask if he'd ever had a family, and yet she felt that might be too painful for him. Would they ever be able to talk about stuff like that? Surely in his lifetime, he'd had more than one serious relationship but was it normal for him to talk about them with his current relationship? Did that cross a line or was that normal for couples to talk about? She was still so new to this whole dating thing that she had no idea what to expect.

At least he seemed to enjoy talking about his time with horses. She knew she could always count on that subject to bring out the light in his eyes and that gorgeous smile she couldn't help but fall for every time. When he asked about her own stories, she felt herself close off. It was just a natural reaction. But when she saw the disappointment in his eyes, she felt herself square her shoulders. He needed to know about her if she was ever going to know about him. It was true, though, that most of her stories came after she met him. The ones worth telling, anyway. He told her that hopefully tonight would be another of those stories and her eyes lit up. "Oh, I'm sure it will." She said with a small simper as she sipped her drink.

He asked about dessert and she smiled, her eyes questioning. "Could we? I hate to admit it but I do have a sweet tooth." She bit her bottom lip, hoping that wasn't a turn off for him. Then he asked if she still drew and she stared for a second. It hadn't even occurred to her that he knew about that. She chewed her lip and looked down for a second before nodding. "Sometimes. Mostly in the library at the Ark, where it's quiet. I have my own pad that I keep in my room." She looked at him almost in wonder that he'd even remembered that. She finally sighed. "About the stories....I guess there is a few that don't have you in them, though I wish they did. Maybe then they would have had a better ending."

She braced herself. "I met another Were before my current alpha. His name was Frost. He was a horse Were. He was...intrigued with me and I think he wanted me to join his pack. I didn't want to join anyone when I first got here so I told him that but he didn't give up. He...liked to test me and push my bottons. I know we were all around each other at that dance and I didn't say anything then cause in a way, Frost always scared me a little. I'm working on that, still. There was one day that a hunter came after me and Frost found us. He used his powers on the hunter. The screams were awful. Then he handed me a bow and told me to put him out of his misery or he would continue to torture him until he died that way." She took a moment, almost afraid to look at Alexander's face for fear of what she might see. Would he look at her a different way? Call her a liar? Would he be disgusted by her weakness?

"In the end, I did what he said. I killed the man. I can never forget that man's face, just like I can never forget the faces of the pack members I killed when my father came after me." She shook her head, sniffling but she angrily wiped the tears trying to appear in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the mood. I want to tell you stories and share my life with you. It's just not normal dinner conversation." She tried for a smile.

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