The cooks brought in another batch of food as the first ones were becoming cold. Johnson smiled at their effort.

But where was Cherry he was preparing all these for? He left the dining table and walked to the garden where the fountain was.

He ran his hand through the water and it soothed him. He let his mind wander over everything.

He remembered Nathan being a hybrid. If he really was, then how had he lived for years with the Squeals without them realizing? Johnson dismissed the thought.

Nathan was a were creature, not a werewolf, yet the Squeals didn’t also know. They must have been very dumb. Or...