“Well, this really is my lucky day,” the man spoke, his voice light and jovial as he approached us. Arkrian hissed angrily, wrapping Shannon in his coils as some of the other Supernaturals moved to protect the fleeing human guests. Kisten remained in front of me, seemingly as if he wanted to protect me from the approaching Hunter. “My first day in America, and I already find such a wonderful geschenk1.”
geschenkHis eyes were locked on Kisten, who hissed, and I noticed his hand had changed, his fingers becoming claws but maintaining human shape. I continued to summon my power and the sand around me shifted more, agitating the water as the ground shifted below the waves. Whistleblower’s eyes drifted to me behind the Alpha, and his smile grew brighter as he recognized me.
“You’re here too?”
