Kurt reached the cliffs but she wasn't there. He must have frightened her to death.
He sat down and stood there blaming himself.
He hated being a monster, he didn't want to be one. But it was in his blood since his grandfather was bitten.
«Werewolves in the United Kingdom, who would have thought it.»
Kurt turned around, Christine was right next to him. «Christine… »
«You didn't hear me coming. Yes I know. And yesterday you didn't notice I followed you.»
Kurt bowed his head. «I'm sorry I scared you.»
«Scared me? This is certainly not the first time I've seen a werewolf in my life.»
«But yesterday… you were shaking and you looked terrified, so shocked.»
«You're not the cause. Mr. O'Grady is dead. I ran away because I had to reach him before his last breath.»
«I-I'm sorry, I had no idea. Your father was indeed a– »
«He wasn't my father. But I loved him. I'm a banshee by the way, a spirit bounded to their family for a long time.»