"Honey…" Stephanie reached her hand across the table and placed it on mine. "Whatever your family has taught you is a lie. You aren't here to teach us or do anything of the sort. You're… you're a breeder."
"A breeder," I repeated. "Like a horse?"
Mason laughed harder. Well, at least I knew werewolves weren't out to kill me.
This is fun so far. I go back into work tonight, but I really enjoyed my days off.