They're werewolves

Brianna took a deep breath. She didn't care what he would think. Henry needed to know what kind of danger he would face if he dared to help her.

“Dester's brother hates me because women like me don't usually become wives to men like them.”

“Women like you?”

“Humans.”

Henry was thoughtful for a few seconds.

“I understand, Brianna. It's crazy, but I believe it. I know that Dester isn't human. He's... I've seen situations where... If he were human, he'd be dead. Not to mention the impressive speed that he sometimes can't control, the whispers I speak and he hears, as if I'd shouted. One day, a man fired a few shots and hit him in the head and chest. Dester didn't go to hospital.”

“How do you know that? Did you see him get shot?”

“I did, Brianna, because I was the one who shot him.”

“Did you want to kill him, Dester? I thought you were friends...”

“He thinks I'm his friend, but I'm not. I approached him, and when the opportunity arose, I hid in the shadows, wearing