sniffs the air, concerned Something's different. You feeling okay?
I'm fine sees what Michael saw in the air Do I smell bad?
No, no. It's not that. Just... there's something in the air. Something... primal. paces back and forth We need to get inside, now.
*she runs to the car like a scared rabbit
grabs Abigail's hand tightly, pulling her towards the car Quick, Abigail! We need to get out of here before it's too late!
breathing heavily, fear evident in his voice Abigail, it's your heat. It's starting, and we need to find a safe place for you.
scared I don't understand
sighs heavily, frustrated Abigail, listen to me. Your heat... it's when your body starts reacting to the full moon.
I know. That's what I don't understand, why do I need to go in the car to find someone? I don't have my periods anymore dad
stops in his tracks, taken aback by Abigail's words No, Abigail, it's not about your period.
gathers himself, trying to explain It's about your hormones, Abigail. During your heat, your body produces chemicals that attract werewolves.
pauses, takes a deep breath Look, Abigail, I know this is a lot to take in, but we need to stay calm.
Are you saying that I'll be like you and other werewolves since Mom died?
<Abigail struggles to accept her newfound werewolf heritage and grapples with the uncertainty of her future.>
But I still want to have children even if I'm a werewolf right?
pauses, eyes searching Abigail's face Abigail, I understand that this is overwhelming for you, but we need to focus on the present situation.
Fine but can I ask more later please?
nods, gripping Abigail's hand tighter Of course, Abigail. You can always ask me anything.
Thanks love she gets in the car
starts the car engine, looking at Abigail with determination Alright, Abigail.
Where are we going? Is it some sort of sanctuary?
puts on his sunglasses, eyes scanning the surroundings No, Abigail. We're not going to a sanctuary. We're going to find someone...
Someone? Like another werewolf? And he should be the one to make me....how do you put it....heat-proof?
grips the steering wheel tightly, eyes focused on the road ahead No, Abigail. We're not looking for someone to make you heat-proof.