She wants to be part of a pack. A pack where there aren't lies and there isn't a basement where her father was killed. She just... can't. She can't leave her pack.

Something in her mind keeps her away from the humans, from those that could get hurt. Control is a tenuous thing, at times, but she's always had it. Always. Her Alpha insisted on it and had beaten it into her along with all the betas.

His question startles her and the growl is instinctive. She knows what he is, at least.

"Alpha."

The word is growled, around elongated fangs. Not hers, though. Not hers.

Poised on the balls of her feet, Brigid takes a slight step back. She wants to run, to find them.