“Let’s hope the human stories have been exaggerated, huh?” Taylor joked, trying to ease some of the tension in the truck.
The silence had become overwhelming.
I managed to smile. “Yeah, I think as long as none of us go shifting in the middle of the city, we’ll be fine.”
All of us of mating age ventured into the cities for clandestine s****l encounters with random strangers occasionally, but we never went anywhere near the heart of the city.
Nor the hospitals or doctors when we were injured, in fear of the possibility of having our blood tested and finding a difference that they could not explain.
We’d been told since we were kids how much humans hated us. That they feared anything different and we’d be locked up in a zoo, or dissected on a scientist’s table if they discovered what we
