When two werewolves are mated, we bite to leave a permanent mark that announces belonging," he explained."Right. Kind of like wedding bands, only for freaks.

When I'd asked, he'd simply grunted and opened up his smartphone to do whatever the fuck werewolves did online. Probably stalking vampires on Tinder, because why the hell wouldn't those be real, too?

Hey, honey, my car's due for an oil change, and while you're at it, let's talk about how I turn into a giant furry nightmare on full moons.

He probably came out of the womb, cut his own umbilical cord and said, “Milk, bitch.

Among others," he answered. "Our race it ancient. We're always at war."Sounds like a real hoot.