"Will he ask what I am?" Sera asked, cocking her head to the side as she looked at the other woman.
Either way, it would be fine. After all, Sera didn't exactly know what she was either. It wouldn't be the complete truth no matter how she answered the Sheriff.
Mae considered the question for a moment. "He will ask questions that let him decide without you lying to him. If he decides you're harmless, he will tell you to go and expect you to obey. If he decides you're not, he will tell you to go and expect you to run."
"And if I don't?"
Mae's eyes thinned. The smile didn't move. "Dear heart, then you will learn the difference between hunters and Hounds."
Sera's hand found Luci's ear as she absently started rubbing it.
The wolf leaned into it with a slow groan of pleasure, eyes half-lidded, as if the day were exactly what it pretended to be.
Zubair shifted his stance to stand just off her shoulder, naturally, the way a wall chooses a foundation.
