Feral (Shadow Bred, #3)

by Grace McGinty

What we had, more than that, was affection. A bone-deep love for each other, and that love was physical as well as emotional, not just always sexual.

“That man gave us nothing. We are who we are despite the taint of his blood. He had less than nothing to do with your upbringing, so he didn’t foist his bullshit ideals onto you. You can’t inherit bigotry—that’s a choice, and it isn’t one that either of us will make.”