"That makes me sad," Annie says when the credits start to roll. "I never learned about it really, just stuff you hear from the street poets and whatever. That women would come like, take hair from the heads or something. That everyone went nuts."

The nice night they're having cushions the thought that wolves don't really stray too far from how brutal humans are, rather than the other way around. She looks down at Godric, taking him in like a talisman, a reminder that she doesn't have to follow any sort of bloodlust. It earns him a small, crooked smile even though she doesn't explain why.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" She's exhausted--like she said, she's always exhausted lately--and she always sleeps best next to him.