Finding he had a mate despite the abomination he is, had Wrath stopping to stare in confusion and....longing which he would never admit out loud. The human, a young girl, had skin smooth and colored like molten chocolate, a rich brown he couldn't wait to taste. What had him rattled however was her attire, she was dressed like a nun. How would one sworn to celibacy indulge the desires of a rotten beast like him?