“Let’s get Cray back. It will probably be tomorrow before he finds us another target as it is,” Starren said.
I followed them up the dark halls of Alcatraz, the sound of scales escorting from behind us causing me to re-draw my new sword, just in case. Things were much brighter by the time we reached the outside world.
When we got back to the boat, Wade held it while the rest of us jumped in. The sea lions were nowhere in sight. I sighed when Starren looked at me, automatically knowing what that meant. Time to get rowing.
“So, anyone want to explain to me what that was?” I asked after the island was a little ways behind us.
“A hyran,” Wade said. “They feed off the energy left by pain, emotional or physical. They love places that have both.”
“But they can’t cause the pain themselves, or
