“What are you?” said the man who was Illia’s friend. He was staring at me as if I was an impossibility he couldn’t figure out. Odd.
My brows scrunched together in confusion at what he was asking. Any other supernatural or supes, would have been able to sense at the very least what I was. A beast like any other, somebody who belonged in the wilderness. Granted there were other kinds of shapeshifters like werelions, wereleopards, and more, but with how I wasn’t hiding who I was, he should have been able to know I was a werewolf.
It was what I came to realize the moment I stopped pretending I was human. Most supes knew who they were interacting with, like everyone had a natural sensor to other species. But it wasn’t really a sensor. It was more like identifying the little quirks every speci
