"The werewolves there hadn't been actually hunted before. They did not grow up hearing about how their species was endangered because a group of people decided they were spawns of the devil and should knowledge of them get out even more trouble would come their way." Peter shrugged, shifting uncomfortably again.
Roman constantly forgot the information Peter gave him about what he knew about Upirs via his family, but he couldn't hold it against the man. Roman had constantly been high every time he had to go over everything again and again. The only blessing of the place was the blood drinks that seemed to curb that for his best friend.
"I could joke at home about being a werewolf. High school students make up shit all the time. It just hit too close to home for me."
With another sigh, Peter ran his thumb over Roman's lip. "I guess I miss Hemlock Grove a little bit. Or at least I miss the forests there. Looking up at your family's mansion, wondering what you were doing, if you were even there at the time or if you were out partying. I wouldn't have guessed I'd tired out nearly every night by your appetite." And his too, but he enjoyed teasing Roman. He was easy to jab at with how fast-paced he lived his life. Far faster than Peter ever lived, even on the run.