“Yes but you’re not a wolf, so he doesn’t have any control over you. If you were seriously hurt, he would know and his wolf would demand he protect you. Alphas can tell when anyone in their pack is hurt or close to death.” He tells me.  I don’t reply as I think over his words and eat some more of my sandwich. I guess it’s not awful having someone who would know if I needed them at any time.

“Any other questions?" Harris says with a smile.

"What do you eat? I mean do you hunt animals?" I ask. I want to ask if they hunt humans but I have a feeling they don't. They don’t seem like crazy murders.

"We need a lot of normal fatty foods, as we burn a lot more than humans by shifting. I eat around four meals a day, as well as snacks. Yes, we do hunt in our wolf form but not often. Some prefer to hunt; I don't look good covered in blood and fur." He jokes with a grin.

"Where did werewolf’s come from? I mean do you have a God?" I ask him.

"It's a long story and I don't know all of it, you ready for a real life fairy-tale?" He laughs.

"Is it a good kind?" I joke and Harris grins.

"Only the best," he says and I nod. Harris drinks a sip of tea before starting.

"Well there was once, I'm talking thousands of years ago, a human who saved the life of the Goddess called Demtra. Demtra held the dying man and he wished that his four sons would have her blessing,” he stops as I lean forward, extremely interested in his story.

“Demtra swore she would give them long lives and they would be like her own child."

Harris pauses before continuing as I stare wide-eyed at him.

"By the time she found the two of the twin sons, one had passed away from an illness and another was gravely injured. The one son had only just died, so she breathed life into the man and he came back as what are known as vampires. The other son, she pushed earthly powers into and he became a wolf as he healed. The twins both lived longer lives than a human and it's said that is where we come from," he stops as he notices my jaw hanging open.

"Vampire’s are real?" I whisper harshly.

"Yes. Are you that shocked?" He laughs

“What about the other two sons?” I ask.

“Well I don’t know the whole story, just rumours but they started the witches and angel race.”

“Witches? Angels? They are real too.” I sit back.

“Yep.” He tells me.

"Fairies? Dragons? Oh, I've always wanted to see a unicorn." I ask smiling widely and Harris starts laughing.