As the fire starts, he faces us and asks, “So, what is your story?”
“What do you mean?” Raven retorted.
“I mean, what are two girls doing out here in an unclaimed land all by themselves instead of being in their pack and coven?”
He is good; I gotta give him that. He was able to successfully tell our species. Not many can do that. Even with vampires, who, folklore states that they look pale or some s**t like that. Unless each species is in its natural state, you cannot really tell us apart from humans.
We can sense if a person is supernatural, but we can’t easily tell which species they are exactly.
“We are banished,” I simply said, gauging his reaction.
He just shrugs like it’s nothing.
“It doesn’t bother you that we are banished?” Rave asked in disbelief.
“Not really. I’m a lone w
