"Guess so," Chris nodded. He hadn't dropped his sight on his weapon, but he did spare Dyson a glance. "I was born into a family of hunters. My father trained me to hunt and kill anything that wasn't human. I rebelled against his teachings and made up my own mind."
He figured he should be up front with Dyson. They had to live together in a relatively small space, after all. Chris wasn't going to lie and say he'd never killed werewolves. He'd lived most of his life killing them without a second thought. But that was in the past.