"M— Master, I— I've been trying to keep a low profile…" Nora muttered uncomfortably as she looked up at Erik. She didn't like disagreeing with him, but she didn't want to give away the existence of her religion so easily, either. Not yet, anyway.
"Oh?" Erik chuckled, glancing at her with a hint of intrigue. "Are you disagreeing with me?"
"N— No!" she immediately cried out with wide eyes, flinching backwards. But then she crumbled a little and looked miserable. "W— Well… I mean… N— Not exactly, but… m— maybe we could do something with their memories before sending them out?"
Grinning, Erik leaned to the side, took Nora's chin between his fingers, and kissed her lips. Instantly, the young blond werewolf's body relaxed and leaned into his touch. Around them, practically everyone looked at the exchange with mixtures of surprise, desire, and even jealousy.
