I’m a werewolf. Never had Lucille expected to hear those words coming from Ace’s mouth. Never had she expected this to be the circumstance that he would disclose to her. The words fell on her ears as if in a dream, Lucille looking up at him and noting the fear on his face. His heart thumped under hand still reminding him of the very human-ness of him in this moment. It was all she could see as he looked at her as if she would walk away. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps naive, but Lucille didn’t see how this would be something to keep her away from him. She smiled softly, reassuring as her spare hand reached for his face and caressed his cheek. “Ace,” The name was all but a sigh on her lips. “Nothing could keep me from you.” She assured him again, her hand leaving his face and reaching for his own hand, grasping it in her own with determination as her other remained on his chest. “Nothing.” She repeated fervently.