Alek shakes his head slowly. "Pretty sure I haven't," he says. Not once in his whole life. He's trying to process it as much as her, before he grows increasingly skeptical. They're both Hales. They're both werewolves. He doesn't want to ask, but. "You don't ... think this means we're related somehow, in another world or something, right?"

Because that would kind of suck, universe.