"He is an Irunmole. Don't let him get away." Sunday yelled even as the bike's engine roared out,the rider zooming out at full speed.
Shino did not make a move even though the urgency in the voice of Sunday was pretty evident. He sat there with hands to the side of him as he looked at the getaway rider. He shrugged, holding back Sunday by the elbow now.
"I don't know. He doesn't look like he is needing our help. Neither did he do anything wrong. If you askme." He said to him,
'Don't you get it? If he is an Irunmole, then he would know how to get out of this cursed place?" Sunday said to him, jerking free from his touch.
"Whoa. Now earth is a cursed place?' The Werehawk threw his hands sinot the air as a sign of disbelief. This was the place where he had grown up.
And unlike Sunday who had grown up in the proper homeland of all spirit beings, he did not have that privilege of being in the higher echelon.
