"Humans, yes. But we won't be using them as is." Hale struggled to keep his mind on the conversation he was staking his health on. Not an easy feat.
Magnus's sudden appearance had helped the self awareness along, 
realizing that he was in fact explaining himself to a stranger, nude, in the woods.
"I picked them up when I found them practically worshiping some low level chump vampire, filled their heads with promises and lies.
So I did the one sensible thing to do, I cut the sucker down and took his place. Promised them a stronger vampire to sire them.
They're a lot of talk about master races and stuff, but I think they're just afraid and want to get on the band wagon asap.
Or maybe they're in it just for the fighting. Either way, I promised them they'd be turned into immortal death machines." Hale raised his voice so that Magnus would hear before he left again. 
"I was going to try and get Magnus to bite them all... but."
Hale grinned the kind of grin people give you when they are about to sell you something.
"Say, you look like someone who's looking for a new pack. Feel like leading a battalion of wolves and self sired fledglings into glorious battle with me?"