A lot of great hunters misunderstand that she is different from Bill and Gill. She doesn’t come from a pack, she comes from a tribe who shape shift to aid and protect for the most part.

She calls it a blessing whereas her friends, she sees it as more of a curse, the change in them is involuntary and they have little self control, a lot of the time Bill and Gill just kill whatever they see.

Zoe explains this to Edgar in her own words with many a “haha” and “oh, you know”.

The last three to four days have been chaos and the killing of the head vampire was a big adventure. But the man she adores is walking about and he’s got that shine again, a humane happiness he shares with her in a soft kiss on the lips and another one and a third one. And an arm around her shoulder pulling her close and lips brushing against her cheek:

“Edgar?” she squeezes his hand as they walk back to his truck.

“Mhm?”

“Let’s go to Portland.”

“Let’s go to Portland.”