Ishiah reminds himself, sharply, of the fact that Mary has no way of knowing what weres are like in his world. From anyone else, from anyone who's seen Manhattan at the height of its paranormal activity, being compared to a were is nothing short of an insult in his eyes, the weres far too short-sighted, far too volatile— and even without a decent sense of personal hygiene.

"No," he says, frowning. "'Kin' is the term that weres in my area tend to use, but I am anything but. I was personally a peri."