After finishing, Erik stared at the letter in his hand for a moment longer before he lowered his hand.
He looked up at the ceiling helplessly and sighed. "So now I'm supposed to be some kind of savior? Who would ever want a thankless job like that?"
Despite his words, he couldn't help but become a little uncomfortable at the realization Earth's two supernatural races needed a savior in the first place. Particularly, at the idea of something happening to shapeshifters as a species. He may not care that much about the relatively small amount of shapeshifters here in Finnmark, but he still didn't want his entire race to die out.
Or disappear, or whatever they needed saving from exactly.
Besides, there were his loved ones, and even among the vampires were at least two people he wanted to keep alive: Astrid and her mother.
