“We were under the impression that the classes were needed to maintain the safety of the villages so the wolves and humans understood each other’s limitations. Do your women not worry about their own safety?” he asked incredulously.
I had no idea how to answer. I don’t think they thought of anything other than their next cross-stitch pattern or who’s turn it was to muck out the barn.
“We don’t get a choice. Our men protect us, or something chauvinistic like that.” I shrugged, turning out the window again.
Hank went silent for a bit before scoffing. “So if the vampires broke through, or a faction of wolves went rogue, or we decided that we were sick of babysitting humans, all we’d have to do is attack the women because not a single one is trained to fight back or has any idea what we
