Hybrid growled low in his throat when Silas insulted him. Of all the members of Inferni, the most doggish one had to lecture him on being some sort of half-breed! Hah! Hybrid was a full coyote through and through – he knew it, there was no other possibility. His father Venomous had been as much of a coyote as they had come, and from what he recalled about his mother, she had been a coyote, if a wolf-loving one at that. Regardless of her poor decisions later in life, Hybrid was most certainly a coyote. He had no reason to be offended. It was just the insolence of the stupid Russian’s tone that bothered him and that stupid accent.
“Going to Halifax?” Hybrid queried. “Not with that mouth on ya. Not very respectful, is it?” he added, emphasizing the third word. He bit out the rest through clenched teeth. He moved closer and began to circle Silas, watching him with a pointed gaze. This mutt would not last long.