(Mason’s POV)
Last night, after everyone was in bed, dad came downstairs. He, Aunt Amber, and Uncle Rick are bunking in together. Jarred had to run out and get Dad a bed. Dad laughed when they realized their oversight, but he was really impressed with how accepting and helpful the wolves were.
“Yeah, they’re not like most wolves, dad.” I said, but Nick corrected me immediately, “Yeah, actually… we are. Most wolves only dislike vamps because they don’t know much about you. Those of us that interact with vamps more often are always correcting the misnomers about your species. Witches too.”
I looked over at him as I said, “What the h*ll is there to correct about witches? They’re evil. Full stop.” But Nick chuckled as he shook his head, “Not true, kid. There's dark witches and there's ligh
