In that moment, it's difficult to hold her gaze. Filled with a fierce need to prove something, to prove himself to her, he finds himself faltering. But he shakes his head.

"You don't need to be a wolf, Malia."

Pack means more than that, she means more than that. These sentiments are too much for him to articulate, so he settles for something more flippant.

"Even humans have been part of the East End before. You? Not that weird."