“What kind of word do you think we should use?” The owl hooted. This is a cool trick to master as a druid. This will make you the perfect spy. “One that the Silver Hunters will not suspect and the supernatural will never use,” I made the suggestion and we were quiet as we looked at Derick smoking his cigarette. Doesn’t matter what age you are, there will always be someone having this bad habit. Seems like smoking can never be forgotten. “We can say something like this. The daughter he doesn't know about, what do we call her?” The Druid started and I glared at him. What does he mean by that?
Does he think I am a forgotten love child or something? Does everyone think that I am related to him because my eyes are like his? Seriously. This is getting annoying. I don’t like this at all but we c
