“H-H-Hunters?” Sirena suddenly became very alert.
“Mom!” Aiden protested quickly before turning to Sirena. “Not those types of hunters,” Aiden clarified, registering the look of fear and horror on Sirena’s face.
“Oh!” Sarah exclaimed in realization. “He’s right. We hunt those who hunt werewolves for sport. Our job is to also keep the peace between packs…protect them…we’re like Switzerland. We make sure what happens in the underworld stays in the underworld.”
“Huh,” Sirena said, unsure if she believed them.
“Aiden is actually a quarter werewolf from my father’s side.”
“What?” Sirena looked at Aiden. He turned to her with a smile as his eyes turned the color of amber. “What!” she gasped. “How – you – huh?”
“What…you don’t transform or growl or grow claws, do you?”
“No,” he chuckled,
