Chapter 68 Killian
- Killian's POV
- I walked down the street alone, a wooden dagger balanced in my right hand, its sharpened edge catching the faintest reflection, the gun heavy in my left, loaded with silver and vervain.
- A hunter’s tools. A warrior’s burden. Then it hit me, blood. Thick, sharp, coppery. Not the cold smell of vampire blood. Not the wild pull of a werewolf’s. Humans.