A small laugh escapes me, and I offer another small nod for him to continue. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say to that?
“A lot of the folklore is based on the truth. How much do you know about werewolves?”
“Um, I mean—silver bullets; you shift under a full moon; alphas are the boss. Oh! I love Twilight. I was always Team Jacob.”
I nearly facepalm myself the second I say that. That sounded way less stupid in my head.
They all sigh, grumble, and scoff at once. Roman is rubbing his forehead, the twins are snickering, and Slate looks disgusted, causing a nervous giggle to escape me.
“The silver is true. It’s one of the very few things that can kill us. The full moon is only partially true—our first transformation is under a full moon. The werewolf hierarchy is true. I am the Alph
