He didn't have to tell me twice. Hopefully now we'd never have to see each other again. He was a jackass.
"As far as I know none of them have survived." He gave me a glare like he still wanted to know. I put my hand on my hips and glared right back at him. "That's a myth."
He was looking at me in dumb shock. What was his deal? "That's a myth. The whole killing the were that bit you? Is a load of horse shit. The only way to not be a were any more if you get bit is a silver bullet to the brain or a silver knife through the heart." I told him matter of factly as I studied his expression.