"No! God, no, not that word." He was even embarrassed of himself to say that because it gives him the hickies, big types...
"That you thought my powers were useless—explain, because what has been happening isn't normal." He began to go into some little details he noticed.
"I thought it was my imagination, but it has been proven true. All these horrors and mutated beings are drawn to my blood and scent." He then further emphasized.
"Especially when I bleed, and when I am in my heat period. As I speak to you, I am getting ready for one, and I am fearing for my mates and their lives because my pheromones release a scent that draws in different kinds of danger. I just can't explain it." He uttered in confusion.
Wait, did he just say mates? The fairy raised her hands midway into the discussion...
"You're distracting me. Let me continue what I was saying; this is what I don't like." He grumbled, but the fairy still persisted.
