“Werewolves and vampires can’t procreate, Abel,” Gregor shared, and Abel swung his gaze to the vampire. “Not until…well, you.”

“Oh my God,” Delilah breathed.

“Are you kidding me?” Abel asked.

“I’m afraid not,” Gregor said carefully. “You had no idea?”

“No fuckin’ clue,” Abel grunted.

“Your parents didn’t share that with you?” Gregor went on.

“My parents didn’t share dick,” Abel told him.

“Do you know where they are?” Gregor asked.

“I know they left me in an alley two hundred years ago. Other than that, like I said, I don’t know dick. Don’t remember dick about them either,” Abel answered.

“Interesting,” Gregor murmured.

“Not interesting. Abusive,” Delilah suddenly snapped, her back shooting straight. “He was left in an alley as a pup. It’s a miracle Hui found him, took him in, and kept him, even after he transformed. Others might have done him harm, or worse.”

“I meant no offense, Lilah,” Gregor said pacifyingly. “It is, of course, unspeakable for a parent to leave their child in an alley.”

“It absolutely is,” Delilah agreed sharply, and Abel reached out a hand to cover hers on the table.

When he did, her head jerked around and she caught his gaze.

He shook his head.

She narrowed her eyes.

He shook his head again.

She sighed a sigh that sounded like a grumble, pulled her hand from under his, and reached for the jug of cream.

“Was this in China or here, in America?” Callum asked.

“China,” Abel muttered distractedly, watching Delilah finish with the cream, put it down, and again commandeer the coffeepot.

She lifted it his way and tipped her head to the side.

He nodded.

She poured him coffee.

“Do you have registers of wolves in China two hundred years ago, Callum?” Gregor asked, and Abel sliced his eyes from his cup to the vampire.

“Wolves check in with governors if they move to a territory, and governors pay attention to wolf activity, but only if there’s a need, such as insurrection or activities that might lead to humans discovering the existence of werewolves. Outside that, we let wolves roam without keeping records, so no,” Callum returned, then asked, “What about vampires?”

“We tend to keep tabs,” Gregor murmured. “I’ll ask The Dominion. But it’s not very helpful if we have no wolf.”

“Are you talkin’ about finding my folks?” Abel asked.