Naylan, an Alpha by birth, has always dreamed of running a pack of his own. Born into the busy city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, where city wolves run in small groups, and disregard communal living, Naylan had to pursue his dreams elsewhere - Toronto, a...
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MAVIS
I had been getting along with Georgiou fine, and he went upstairs to make drinks with Naylan, I was forced to interact with his wife. The woman was quiet mostly, but she smiled at me with a familiarity that made me uncomfortable. I wondered if I had seen her before and she was recalling me, or, if she smiled at everyone like that—like they were part of her family.
"You don't talk a lot, do you?" she said, taking her eyes away from me as he tapped the countertop of the kitchen island with the base of her fingers, I noticed how nicely manicured her nails were, and I wondered if the number of bangles she wore weighed down her skinny wrist.
"You're not much of a talker, I see," she said, making me blink at her. I nodded, not wanting to say anything in reply, because then, she might try and carry the conversation, and I wasn't sure I was prepared for that level of awkwardness.
Although her friendliness made me uncomfortable, she didn't trigger my instinct to be wary of wolves. I wondered why. I racked my brain for a bit, and suddenly, it came to me.
My eyes grew wide, and my lips parted. "You—" I started but paused, wondering if it would be rude to comment on it.
"I what?" she asked, her smile widening.
"You don't have a wolf form," I said, licking my lips as I watched her for a reaction.
She shrugged. "I don't. What about it?"
"Are you part human?" I asked, not being able to keep my curiosity in check. "I'm sorry if it's rude to ask," I added, hoping that I wasn't getting on her nerves.
"It's okay," she said. "Yes. I'm part human, so I'm a recessive werewolf," she said, smiling at me. "You look so shocked. There are a lot of us in the city. You know, that kind of happens when humans and werewolves mix," she said, and I nodded. That made a bit of sense.
"Do you know your parents?" I asked.
She raised a brow at me. "What?"
"Sorry," I sighed, looking down at the counter as I licked my lips. "It's just that I'm part-wolf, and I never knew my dad, so I was wondering if it's just a thing for—" I paused, cringing at the word I was about to use. "Half-castes," I said, feeling bile in my throat. I hated that word. I hated it so much, and I hated that were-society had retained an outdated human racist term because they felt it was 'accurate.'
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