Chapter 110

• “The twins are hybrids. Angelics, actually. Then there’s Meadow; her mother was a shifter, not Lycan, still a wolf, but different. She’s fierce because she’s multi-gifted like you are, and my father made sure no one knew his son was pack-bonded with impure breeds. He couldn’t do anything about them, as they are all Santo by blood, and he’ll never shame his bloodline or admit that most of the pack comes from interbred unions. There are hundreds of supernatural species, wolves are highly sexed horn dogs, and they will fuck anything.” It’s delivered with a callous smirk and a hint of pride at his species being hoes. Only a man would be proud of that.
• “Eww, Colton!” I slap his arm, stinging my fingers as I do, disgusted and a little offended by that last sentence. It’s hardly admirable in a species that also likes to mate for life when they pick the right one.
• “It’s true and the biggest secret of all. The haze doesn’t just make us want to bone each other; it’s a free-for-all and has been for centuries. I’m pretty sure my father isn’t even a hundred percent Lycan. He can’t trace his roots any more than anyone else, and the history books are a complete fabrication, with every Alpha removing any part they deem shameful. They’re bullshit … like him removing prophecies. I would put money on the fact that the Santo wolves, being all shades, are a massive nod to us being a mixed species. The original Lycans were always brown. Brown with amber eyes. Most of the Santos are gray.”