Kieran wrinkled his nose at the metaphor, but he supposed that most people didn't spend all day thinking about werewolf metaphors in the same way as a reporter who was a werewolf would.

He shrugged. "I feel like it should be," Kieran said, feeling like being contrary — and perhaps he was feeling defensive of Morwenna, who deserved better than what society and her son's death had pushed her to. "She didn't hurt anyone."

She was better than he was; maybe she reminded him, in the abstract, of the Urquart girl.