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Melnyk, Richard and Zafira had tirelessly struggled to come up with a plan to finish the humans. They hoped and prayed that the humans will be confident enough to come out and fight them in the open field, but unfortunately, their wish never saw the light of the day. They had situated spies almost everywhere in the kingdom of Helores, they had planned almost everything diligently, from provoking the humans by killing their species down to provoking them with a letter requesting for them to leave the city of Helores as they threatened the humans with war.

That shit costs dollars I tell you. Humans are strange creatures. They each have the world at their fingertips; the power to make real, fruitful change, and yet most of them simply... exist. As I am part human, I guess I cannot really make such profound comments about my race, as I follow them in their fruitless wanderings trying to be accepted into their groups. I may have many friends, and am viewed as picture-perfectly beautiful (thanks mum), but I never have a true sense of belonging anywhere. When I am with the humans, I often find them boring and unimaginative, as my mind is so much more complex and developed then theirs. But with Were's, I am viewed as a strange being by nature, not p

He grinned, and more arousal radiated from him. Go with him. Take him back to his place, screw his brains out, and get yourself under control. One human male will serve your purpose as well as another. No, not just any man would do. Only one. “Go away,” she stated flatly, looking back to the man at the other table, although she was irritated to see her view was blocked by his returned friends. No matter, she could still keep an eye him. “Come on-”

She stared at me. "I do not want to be a good or so called a better person. I have done terrible things and I will continue to do so, you know why? Because I'm a terrible person, no wonder why I'm a mafia lord. But, with that, I'm a human, and you know, what's the most important quality in a human?" I asked her. "What?" She responded. "Humanity," I replied.

"Don't you think I would know that? I would be the first to know if I have any special abilities, but I don't. Whatever change should have happened a long time ago, it didn't." "That's what is strange; still, I don't believe you're human." "I really wish I was super human, but I know that I am human. I am Cara, the girl who never believed that there were anything like wolves until a few days ago." "I find you mysterious." "And you would be disappointed; I can make a bet on that." "Your ex was a big idiot; no one should ever do that to a girl like you." "There's nothing special about me." "Everything about you is special."

"Whether or not there is a curse hasn't changed the fact that every man in our bloodline has been mated to a human." "So your mother was human?" "Yes," Harvey confirms. "And my grandmother and so on all leading back to Dr. Norwood and his wife." "And having a bloodline mixed with humans doesn't affect the werewolf part? Wouldn't it dilute it?" "It hasn't so far. There's always been an alpha-blooded son to take his father's place all because Mrs. Norwood's father was an Alpha; she had his blood. Human genetics don't seem to alter the children; they're like any other werewolf child."

I open the chips, but only because I don't know what else to do with my hands. She bristles. "Look. I know you've been human for most of your life, so I can forgive your ignorance. But come on, Brene. We're just like you. We get sick and tired. We love and mourn. We play and sleep. How are humans any better than us? There's good and bad among all beings."

I looked away from Amnati in a clear dismissal, taking in everyone else's faces. "It's this kind of thinking that makes us no better than the humans—thinking we're superior and shouldn't bother to understand them for fear of losing ourselves. No one in this world can make us forget where we came from, what we are, and what we're capable of. Humans are an unavoidable and essential part of our future, just as they were a part of our past. They outnumber us, thousands to one. Tens of thousands to one, even. There is no other course of action we can take.

"Nicho." "Yeah?" I look at Trixie, who is giving me a strange look. Why does she have the look Mom used to have when she was about to explain something? "You know, in case you forgot, that girl is human. So it's normal for something alive to be confusing because they have hearts." "Yes, but that—" "And before you judge her, did you ever think that you yourself might have confused her with your attitude?" "My attitude?" I frown when I hear Trixie's answer. Since when have I confused her?

He squeezed me and gently rubbed my stomach. "Well, I like it. By the way, you're not human either, or did you forget that?" My eyes widened, and I slightly turned my head to look up at him. "Damn, you're right. I guess it'll take a little while to dust the human- ness off my genes, considering my family has been human for generations. I still am human to a point. So yeah...fat." I said in a little chuckle. "Whatever you want to call it, I like."