The Primals (Book 3)

“I assume you know what I am.” I said sighing dejectedly. “I certainly do…we, certainly do.” He said rethinking the last part of his sentence. “Then you must know I am an abomination of my people.” I spat, irritated with myself. My heart began to race, my palms began to sweat, and I became irritated. “Abomination?” He asked. I could just imagine the puzzled look he was giving me. “Who told you that?” He asked. I chuckled, the laugh laden with heavy sarcasm. “Who do you think? My parents of course.” I said and then sat forward. “I was born to two full and pure blood werewolves! They were both born of pure blood lines. So, where does that leave me? A human! A PURE BLOOD HUMAN!!!!!” I screamed, not at him, but at the ceiling.