SPOILER!!: MoviegoerKinz
"What's wrong?" Rafe noticed that every time he mentioned the pack or Romania, she seemed to tense up and her heart almost sounded as though it skipped a beat. "You've never been very keen on the idea of me being with with pack. Even before, when I just said I was going to search for my father you expressed your concern. But, I'm older Marilyn. And they've changed. They're not these savages who willingly lose control. They're more careful. And in my 'kingdom' there will be more acceptance. You don't have to be a werewolf unless it's your choice. Even I..." he took in a deep breath, "...even I've decided not to get bitten. I'm respected enough for my actions, that I don't have to change."
Rafe felt like he needed Marilyn's approval. He didn't know why, but he still felt like he had something to prove to her. Rafe wanted nothing more than to make her proud in some way. "Being part-werewolf has always been a part of me and I've embraced that half. I only hope that you can understand that and accept that."
Rafe smirked at the comment about her and Carter's children. "Well, let's hope your children look like you. I mean Carter is kinda so-so," he said jokingly. "For me, I'm just worried about passing on some of my genes. The mood swings...the eye changes...it wasn't easy as a kid. But, from my understanding it lightens up with each generation. And if worse came to worse, I would be more than happy to adopt. I would be happy to embrace a diverse family, maybe adopt a baby from each continent!" Rafe laughed at the idea. Wow, this was weird. It was really an adult conversation that were have. It wasn't often that he had conversations so mature and about the future.
Marilyn still wasn't meeting his eyes. Him running off to Romania had never set well with her...Too much violence. Marilyn remembered the one time she'd visited over summer of Third Year. Rafe's father had been kind and courteous...but the others. They'd stared at her like a piece of meat...It hadn't bothered her so much...For some weird reason, she had felt safe. If she were being honest, though...That was mostly because of Rafe's father.
That man was
terrifying.
"I have nothing to say about it, Rafe. You're going to do what's best for you and your people, which is your duty." Yea, she still felt bitter...but there was nothing to be done about it now. He was what he was. It did bring her relief to hear that he would NOT be getting bitten...Marilyn could remember having nightmares about Rafe getting attacked and ripped to shreds. Even now, they were too vivid to think about.
"You're life is going to be great, Rafe"
She snorted.
"I happen to disagree...but that's just me. I'm a little biased towards Carter..."...Of course, this was speculation. Marilyn was too young to even be thinking about it...but girls always tried to picture who they'd married, have children with, and grow old together...Right now the picture was fuzzy...
For some reason, the unknown scared Marilyn nearly to death.