~Luke’s Point of View~
*I can’t let it go, I swear she smelled like another male yesterday,* Dante whines. I shrug him off as I watch our sunflower dancing by the fire with Anna and some other females. The fire that Anna conjured up out of thin air, and no one seemed to think it was even the slightest bit weird.
It still baffles me that all these different creatures can truly co-exist. Can be open about who they are, but I can’t. Even if it was okay, I don’t know that I could do it. Handle the looks, the stares. People constantly thinking I’ll flip out at any given moment and be the monster their fear tells them I am. If I wasn’t feeding directly from a human at least twice a day, I might very well be. In my younger years I lived for the looks, the stares. The fear and terror I elicited
