Ivan
"Get changed," reaching behind me, I hand Nefera her backpack, my eyes never leaving the beast who was supposedly Sam.
Nefera was right. This was the man we'd sat with at the restaurant, but you wouldn't believe it. There was no trace of the guy left except for torn clothes like something from the Hulk and the chain he'd worn that looked like a choker now. His eyes weren't human anymore, glowing a sickening yellow, brightening as he smirked at us. So what the fuck was he? I've never seen a supernatural being like him before.
"Wendigo," I turned, staring at Nefera, who was pulling jeans out of her bag. "He's a wendigo."
I didn't question how she knew that, only grateful she'd given me a name. Not that it gave me anything I could use. I could search it on Google, but that would only give me the human description. Which could be entirely wrong.
"Do you remember anything about them?" I could only hope she did.
