Her smile turned bitter as Drake kept talking, the corners of her mouth not reaching up quite as far anymore. Zoe knew the feeling all too well. She and her brother used to be close, but now, they never even talked except for a phone call here and there that usually ended in him hanging up in a rage. One mistake was all it took to get to that point. "I feel ya. Having a brother isn't easy, 'specially when you don't feel he wants you around more than he needs to. I'll tell you about Vito, one of those days." Between her own thoughts and his current way of speaking, she didn't catch on to the pause in his sentence. "Maybe I'll let Dean know he's missing out by not hanging out with you, who knows," she concluded on a bit of a lighter note, snickering at the thought of seeing Dean react to something like that. If, for whatever reasons, Zoe did end up staying at the farm for whatever reasons, Zach would probably grab himself a sleeping bag and camp out in the hall to make sure nothing he didn't like could happen. God, he really acted like more of a father than her actual father. It'd be fine if he didn't always treat her like some teenager.
"Yup and yup," she replied, beaming with pride. It was one of the best decisions she'd ever made. "I grew up learning about pack life and pack values. Just didn't feel right to stay human. Tried to talk me outta it and everything, but he knew I'm a stubborn fuck, so he ended up giving in. Turned me when I was 18. He's the Alpha of a pack back in Austin. Learned mostly everything from him. He's a good man, if I do say so myself." As much as people always said she had her mother's mouth, Zoe more than knew that she was still her father's daughter. Quirking her eyebrows at Drake, she snickered, "Those are quite some questions for somebody with no questions." She didn't mind, no. If anything, she enjoyed it. Wasn't often that she could just talk about it to somebody that didn't have any experiences of their own. "Is it weird to you that I wanted to be a 'wolf?"
Cute. Drake really didn't know anything about this whole lycan thing, if he thought his brother was good at this. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but we're all good at it. It's in our nature to be animals. Turning into a 'wolf is like... just letting go and being yourself. Like getting lost in music and just letting your body do what it wants." Closing her eyes, the 'wolf tried to find more words to describe it, but there simply weren't any. Nothing that a human would understand, at least. "Turning back... Not so nice, really. First two years, it hurt like a motherfucker and I was out like a light for a couple hours, without my dad's help. It's a lot better now, but I'm no Beta," she mused, recounting some of her past, even if only vaguely.
Though Drake had barely any feeling in this part of his hand, at least it was warm to the touch and she could play with it. His mumble didn't go unnoticed. How could it? She would've heard it from the outside his room, probably. "If you being alive doesn't mean you shouldn't have died, I dunno what does. 's not like anybody was at a disadvantage or anything because you lived either. Don't see a reason to keep thinking like that, really."
Zoe hadn't even gotten into a fight with a bear - and by the looks of it, whatever attacked Drake was even bigger than that. On top of that, something seemed off. The brunette wasn't sure what, though. Her understanding of others feelings had always been a bit limited. "You're good now, though," she asserted, her hand now actually holding his, though still making sure not to be too forceful. "The only one 'round here breathing in your face would be my dog, probably." Jokes. Her default reaction to almost everything. Not always appropriate, but hopefully that could divert their attention from this topic.
