The longer he listens, the more horrified he gets. How the fuck--
"You can't be serious." To say that they didn't see this coming would be a gross understatement. How could they possibly have expected this? How is he even hearing this right now? "Gwen. Gwen--" God. He's fucking speechless, and he's having some real trouble staying calm here.
It's on him. He's the Alpha. The progression of this nightmare has been exponential, and if they keep stalling even more things could go wrong. But what the hell kind of decision is this? If they really were animals, this would be a completely different situation. An easy answer (although the question wouldn't even have come up in the first place). But as of right now, Blue isn't a raptor at all, not even when her mixed blood is throwing modern science out on its ass in the cold.
"I took care of it," he informs her, clipped and tight. He doesn't share more than that. He doesn't think anyone should know more than that. "But... god damn it, Gwen, she's been tortured for a week by men deciding what happens to her body." He scrubs his hands over his face and folds his arms tightly across his chest, looking hard at Gwen with a furrowed brow.
"...Can you terminate it without her knowing about it?"
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"You can't be serious." To say that they didn't see this coming would be a gross understatement. How could they possibly have expected this? How is he even hearing this right now? "Gwen. Gwen--" God. He's fucking speechless, and he's having some real trouble staying calm here.
It's on him. He's the Alpha. The progression of this nightmare has been exponential, and if they keep stalling even more things could go wrong. But what the hell kind of decision is this? If they really were animals, this would be a completely different situation. An easy answer (although the question wouldn't even have come up in the first place). But as of right now, Blue isn't a raptor at all, not even when her mixed blood is throwing modern science out on its ass in the cold.
"I took care of it," he informs her, clipped and tight. He doesn't share more than that. He doesn't think anyone should know more than that. "But... god damn it, Gwen, she's been tortured for a week by men deciding what happens to her body." He scrubs his hands over his face and folds his arms tightly across his chest, looking hard at Gwen with a furrowed brow.
"...Can you terminate it without her knowing about it?"