She loves the wolf. She does not love the lamb. Not just any wolf. She loves the wolf that is capable of love.

It is even more complicated: she loves the wolf who contains, hides or reveals an unexpected sweetness in his violence.

The sweetness of the cruel is a greater sweetness.
—  Hélène Cixous, from Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing; “The Story of the Wolf who loves the Lamb he does not Eat,”