(Aaron POV)
Once we were safely inside the war room with the door closed, the human pointed to my father.
“Who is he?” she asked, nervously.
“My father.”
“Ok.”
“Before we get started, would you be upset if I react like a human for a moment? I don’t understand werewolf culture or hierarchy, and I suspect you will be upset by my reaction, but I don’t think I will be able to concentrate if I don’t do something first.”
I looked at her puzzled. “Sure, go ahead.”
The human slapped me hard across the face. “I am not a d—n hooker, and how dare you talk to me as if I was one.”
My dad chuckled. “She did ask first, Son.”
I sighed. “I know you aren’t a hooker, and I’m sorry. I had to come up with something quickly, and it fit the conversation we had in the car.”
I gestured for her to take a
