She waited and waited for some feeling of contact. Perhaps it would be claws or teeth but she waited. All she heard in response was a whine, her eyes remained clamped shut for a few seconds more. Slowly they opened as she slowly turned her head back to look at the alpha from her flinch. She shouldn't have flinched. She shouldn't have reacted at all. Her eyes had a sorrowful and apologetic look to them as she backed up a little bit more. Novella, the kind femme who had taken her in, trusted this man enough to be her mate. Hecate should trust him but her mind screamed at her in high pitches to not to. There was no good reason for the way she acted other than it being her instinct to cower, and flinch at her own shadow.
She felt terrible as she slowly relaxed her position. She knew no harm would come to her in Threar for Novella had told her so. "S-so-sor-sorr-sorry." Her voice was still timid and weak as she laid in a sphinx-like position on the ground before placing her head on her paws that were stretched in front of her. She had to trust. She had to trust in order to get help. She wanted help and more importantly, she needed it.