In one thing, Kaleeth could certainly agree with Sabine: she was afraid. She had not felt this much fear since she first transformed months ago. The others had told her she would get better, that she would learn to control it, but they were not like her. They knew how to train werewolves, what if she could never gain the same kind of control they had? What if she had to spend the rest of her life in fear that she would kill the people around her? What if the next person she devoured was someone she cared about? She could not stop herself from imagining the faces of the other members of the pack on the body of the Imperial she maimed. 

"I am scared." Kaleeth said, slowly turning her head to look at Sabine. "But I am scared for a reason." 

Meesei moved to sit on the other side of Kaleeth and put her arm around her as well. They had all been traveling together long enough that they were no longer strangers, but friends, and Kaleeth needed the comfort of her friends. "We were all scared, Kaleeth. We all had little control in the beginning, but you wouldn't be here if I did not believe with complete confidence that you can overcome it."