My laughter eventually dies a slow, reluctant death.
Vaela continues to look offended by my complete lack of werewolf education, while Raulf is one badly timed comment away from laughing himself.
I drag a hand across my face and shake my head.
"So, just to clarify," I say, trying and failing to sound reasonable. "I know I figured out, all by myself I might add, that I have some wolfy tendencies. That part I've got. No way I can turn into one."
There's no time to examine it too closely, because Vaela mutters something under her breath that sounds like, "...gonna kill those i***t boys." and strides toward a chair near the wall. Only when she reaches behind it do I notice the weapon leaning there. One handed, she slides out a huge broadsword and secures it across her back.
"You carry th
