She glances up at him and nods a bit. Yep, she's a Hale. It used to mean something. Something good and strong and safe. Now all it seems to mean is death. In some ways that's better - it drives people away, people who could get hurt otherwise, because in other ways all it does is attract those who smell weakness and want to eliminate them for good.

"There's only three of us, back home. Me, my brother and my uncle. The rest of them ... " She's pretty sure he could connect the dots. "I'm not really sure why anyone would pretend to be part one of us, but ... " Someone using her family name still flares her temper more often than not. "Especially another werewolf."