“I’m sorry, Roxie…”
Chance spoke with so much pain, it broke her heart. She brushed her fingers over his hand affectionately, closing her eyes for a moment. "Really, please don't be sorry. You don't need to be sorry." she whispered to him, desperately wanting to ease his pain. Her own pain was the last thing on her mind.
She turned her head to offer Nico a small smile as he left the room. “He really doesn’t like me." Chance pointed out with a chuckle, and Roxie smiled at him. "Nico? Oh, don't worry about him. He's such a sweetheart. He just needs a little time to warm up to you, is all." She smiled lightly, completely underestimating Nico's dislike for Chance.
Chance suddenly looked away, looking pained once more. She bit down on her lip, and her brow furrowed. "Don’t worry… I’ll be there for you.” He whispered ever so softly, breaking her heart, and touched his lips to hers. She kissed him back gently. When he pulled away, she moved over to make room for him on the bed and gently patted the spot next to her for him. "Come here, handsome. Don't worry about that right now."
When he settled down next to her, she rested her head on his chest. "Your pack isn't going to shun me or anything, are they?" She asked softly, for the first time sounding genuinely worried.
“Of course we’ll take her in.” Eleanore and Penny both looked up at Diana, a little surprised, when she spoke. Penny stood back slightly, quickly allowing Eleanore to take on the bigger part in this conversation. She quietly looked over the rest of the wolves, wondering if any of them had been forcibly dragged into this world of the supernatural like her.
“We’re unlike you in the Coven." The speaker practically spat at Eleanore and Penny, causing Penny to refocus her attention on the speaker with surprise. “We do not abandon those who are weak or helpless. She’ll live here with us, under our protection.”
Eleanore didn't miss a beat, although Penny's eyes dropped to the floor. She took a small step back from the pack, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Not everyone in my coven is merciless." Eleanore told the wolves calmly. "After all, we risked not only our positions in the coven but our own lives when we brought her here in the hopes that you would save her." Her eyes shifted to Penny, who was studying the floor. "You can hate the coven as much as you want, but you can't say that all of us are so cold. It's true, we do naturally tend to have more violent instincts. But we learn to resist them."
Penny, looking very uncomfortable, finally piped up. "It's true. I hate most of the pack just as much as you do, but if it wasn't for Ella and Nico, i'd be dead." Reluctantly, she pulled back her hair with shaky hands and tugged on her shirt slightly to reveal gruesome, violent looking scars covering her neck and collar bone. She quickly covered them back up, and looked down again. "Not all of us are bad. And we have our reasons for being wary. Just... we don't want anything else to happen to Roxie. We know her, and care about her."