Hunting with the Proteans was a glorious experience, Melinoe realized. Even in her human form, she had a wonderful time. She knew her way with a bow and arrow and managed to catch deer independently. The demoness did not feel like a princess of hell that afternoon. Instead, she felt one with the forest, just like she was before. A witch with human origins. An educated shifter. Nothing more, nothing less. She was definitely not anything less if she could feel the wind caress her face as she ran with her new friends, the twins Alara and Lenora.
She felt younger that day. She had never been given a chance to have friends near her age. Today, she was not on any mission. She was just there to hunt.
The forest was thick with trees, making her wish to feel the sun’s rays almost futile. However
