The news was able to slip in more volyr hunts over the next few days, some more difficult to hide with the creatures even crashing into homes. Watching the T.V., squeezing the remote, I couldn’t help but fear and sympathize with the Etherian people. Had my parents seen similar chaos? Volyr sightings in the main city hadn’t occurred in a decade—that was around the same time my father had died. Why would there be an influx right around this time? Was it simply a natural occurrence?
The doorbell rang and I peeled my eyes from the screen. Ausmane? No, he could come in himself. He’d been busy over these few days—I assumed all Guardians were with these ghastly volyrs on the streets—but when he wasn’t out in action, he’d work at home in his underground compartment.
I got off my barstool and h
