Control

She ran through what could happen to them. Her wolves. Her life was surrounded by three of them, the only three of their kind known to the world. She wouldn't leave them even if it meant dying. These people were trying to force them away, but she can't explain how important they are when she doesn't have a voice. What are you supposed to do? No voice for anyone to hear causes them to look over everything you're trying to say. Her throat was covered by that cloth for a reason and the pendant she wore had a damn good reason to be resting on her chest. Those were her boys, and she's not letting anything happen to them without a fight.
Not even this man who seems to want to have her attention every second of the day will take her from them. If she had to, she'd run. She was never one to back down, but if running meant having all that she used to know then that's what she'd do. She never understood how much control she had until that moment. That horrific moment, and that's what scares her.