Capítulo 20: Chapter 20

Real shifters lived in packs or prides. He’d met a few, though it had been many years ago, and they tended to live outside of society—off-grid kind of people, not interested in humans or their lives.

They hadn’t been hostile toward him, but they hadn’t been welcoming either. He was not one of them, they’d made that clear. They were born as shifters, he’d been born human and been turned into an in-between being that didn’t belong in either world. An abomination.

Once, and only once, had he talked to Gilbert about werewolves and regular shifters. Gil hadn’t known much either, but he’d told Nash that from what he’d gathered werewolves lived until someone killed them, like vampires. Mating hadn’t come up during the conversation.

“No?”

“You answered my question with a question.”

“So?”

“So, does it mean you don’t know?”

Nash ran a hand over his hair. “Yeah, it means I don’t know. I was…turned, not born this way. I met Gilbert a couple of years after and we’ve been friends since.”