She had known something was coming when we had not. Had felt it on a level none of us could match. That something was wrong. Watching her try to get out of our nest was like watching a wild animal trying to flee incoming danger. A sixth sense that so few had until the danger was to close to escape. Her fear had coated my tongue and jolted me. Hunters did not question the survival instincts of other races.
That may one day save us. Many of my fellow Hunters had followed my Anima to deliver her sister to the UPD. She could have killed the girl in front of us and none of us would have faulted her for it. As my mate she was one of us. The things she had said in her rage. We had all watched as she was forced to flee her sister. The other human had been relentless in trying to harm my mate.
