[A lot of people have tried to reassure her that it wasn't her fault. And, objectively, she's done worse since. But for some reason, this is the one that crops up again and again in her nightmares. She offers Dan a weak smile, more of an acknowledgement of his gesture of comfort than anything else, then looks away toward the wolf that's just appeared in the trees.]

It's why I'm so mad at my mom, you know? [She waves a hand at her sobbing, blood-soaked past self.] She knew this could happen. She hoped it wouldn't, but she knew it could. And even if she'd been lucky and none of us had shifted, it still could have happened to our kids when we had them. Or theirs.

[The wolf emerges from the trees and goes over to nose at the crying girl, who seems willing enough to accept comfort from someone who isn't a strange man.]