She and any children they had would be hunted, criticized, and hated.
He had stared at her, basked in her beauty and purity. Committed the completeness he felt in her presence to memory, and then locked it all down.
He could not claim her.
Not because he did not want her. Kami knew he did. He ached to rush to her side and drag her away from the hanyou and hoard her away with him for all of eternity.
But he could not.