Wolf nervously looked around. The last thing he remembered was being in his own apartment. Now he was somewhere else, a posh home, intricately decorated in the artistic style of Virginia's world.
"You're very lucky," Cole said as he threw his guest, against a wall, "You've found a woman who loves and accepts you. She's willing to stand up for you, no matter what you do to her, no matter what you do to others. She loves you, despite what you. Look how you treat her!"
"I didn't mean to hurt her," Wolf responded, nervous about what Phoebe's mate was. There was something about him, something frightening about his cold stare, and piercing blue eyes.
"It won't happen again," a serious, humorless tone about the man's voice.
"It's my cycles. I can't help it." He began to pace back and forth, "I can't help what I become, its what I am. I, I can't change."
"Do you truly love her?" Cole asked.
"Yes, she is everything to me." Wolf replied.
"You're going to learn to control yourself. You're too dangerous," Cole insisted. He seemed obstinate in his conviction.
"I can't fight what I am," Wolf responded, a growl about his voice, "It's, it's impossible."
"You are going to learn, or else!" Cole then said, a threatening tone about his voice. He then raised his fingers, releasing a ball of light.
Wolf jumped when he noticed the houseplant next to him was suddenly aflame for a second, then vanished.
"You don't understand. I become a monster. There is no way I can fight it," he nervously yelled, "It's beyond my control. You can never understand…"