by Victoria Valentine » Fri Mar 27, 2015 7:54 pm
"Darling, last time this happened, I sang my lungs out that this was bad, that it needed to be fixed, and no one gave a damn until the full moon, when I managed to cure exactly one of them and got mauled nearly to death by your dear little pack leader trying to repeat it on her. And even that got me nothing but suspicion and grief on top of being stuck in a hospital bed for three weeks. So frankly, if people don't want you all turning into bloodthirsty monsters when the moon spreads the curse, they can just pray that someone else comes to fix it. I don't need any more scars."