I was human, and I could tell my father their secrets, I could go to the vampires, or worse, the shadows. I couldn’t fault him for that, so I placed my hand on his and smiled.
“I know I’m just a human and my word probably means nothing, but I care about them, Hank. I’m not going to do anything to put them in danger,” I reassured him, then turned back to the books and piled them high in my arm as Hank stepped back against the wall and guarded.
The same as usual, but the air was definitely lighter so I took that as a win.
I spent the next half hour taking in the information I could about the wolves I now lived with.
They only need to sleep every forty-eight hours.
They are always hungry but never starve. They don’t have to eat unless staying in their wolf form for longer than twenty-fou
