Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

She struggled to see what would be scary about her. They had spent nearly a week together, and he had never once shown fear toward her, but now she could have sworn he was whiter than his usual white. Like all the pink had disappeared from his skin. She was so glad when he pulled her in closer, the physical contact easing some of her worries about her mate.
Odessia wanted to interrupt him almost immediately, but she bit her tongue, both literally and figuratively. She did not quite draw blood, but she came close. His admission that he had never intended to stay did not make any sense to her. That was not a decision one made, it was a decision that ran in their blood. Every wolf's blood. It was the truth of the wolf to mate for life, and her brain simply did not comprehend what he said.
But he only thought he would not get attached. Perhaps there had been something wrong in his upbringing. She had heard of that before. Of children who had a parent die early on, and their view of the world was skewed in some incomprehensible way. Even if that had been Cambria's case, it seemed he was not beyond repair.
"I cannot evade death," she admitted, "but I will try my best."