Nighthawk nodded, “Yes that part of the forest used to be sacred ground to the Tangva tribe… my people. It is protected by the Great Spirits… they smile in favor upon it.”
Craven looked at Tiara, “So if you left here that is where you would go.”
“That’s the only other real home I have.” Tiara stated.
“Now that our safety is no longer an issue, we will address your training.” An elegant eyebrow rose. “Am I correct in assuming you have had very little instruction on how to use your powers?”
“Only on the night you found me,” Tiara felt herself getting smaller by the minute. He was more like her mother than she would ever dare to tell him.
Nighthawk glanced at Craven feeling his anger spike and he took a step closer to Tiara out of pure protective instinct.
Craven ignored the Indian, tho
