up all major buildings for shelter.”
A Latino boy screamed on the television, his arms outstretched as a soldier lifted him out of his father’s arms and onto the airplane. “They’re not taking any men yet,” Haven continued. “Looks like they might end up with a matriarchal society if we don’t pick up the pace.”
Kyana looked at Haven, who chewed daintily on an olive. “And what would be wrong with that?”
Haven grinned. “I like men, thank you very much. Don’t want to see the entire species wiped off the face of the Earth.”
“Humans have a sinking ship mentality, women and children first,” Kyana said. “They need to save those who matter. Those who can put the world back in order when we complete our task.”
But given that the human government didn’t exactly have a roster of the Chosen to work from, or know anything about them really, Kyana wasn’t sure how they were supposed to do that. And sadly, while bits of the Order were spread out across the world, there weren’t enough of them to work as hard and fast as the mission required.
Haven glanced at the screen. “I don’t know why they’re sending everyone to D.C., though. It’s on the verge of being overrun as it is. Once the Dark Breeds realize they’ve put all their hens in one little henhouse, it’ll be a slaughter.”
Kyana tried to care. Really, she did. But humans, in her experience, weren’t the innocent beings of light that the gods and goddesses seemed to think they were. They were just as murderous, just as power hungry as most Dark Breeds. Yes, she cared about the world in general, but the human race? They were no better than any other breed Kyana had come across in her lifetime.
Still, no race deserved to be wiped out completely. Maybe Leeches, but they were brainless, useless fuckers.
Kyana pulled herself to her feet and made her way back to her room, calling out over her shoulder, “Let’s hope that we can get a couple of our people in D.C. to help sway the human powers-that-be into being more sensible.”
“We already have people there, but even with everything going on, it’s difficult for humans to believe we truly want to help them.”
Which was why so many had died, and were still dying.
“I’m off.” Kyana snapped her satchel closed, slung it over her shoulder, and grabbed her leather jacket from the back of her door. “Be a good friend and shut off that TV so I can come through without my head exploding.”
There was a click and then blessed silence as Kyana shut her door and headed back toward the living room.
“You’re going to wear that?” Haven asked, eyeing Kyana like a mother.
Kyana glanced down at her leather pants and boots. “Yeah?”
Haven knelt and rested her arms on the back of the sofa. “Those pants have been mended more times than I can count. Not sure I can save them if you shift in them again.”
Right. She loved these pants. They’d been tattered so many times by Kyana’s shifting, they’d become remarkably comfy. But Haven was right. They were on their last legs. “Fine. I’ll change.”
With a sigh of regret, she stomped back to her room, threw open her closet, and pulled out a similar pair that still had the price tag attached. She lovingly placed her battered pair on the bed and slipped the new ones on, loathing the thought of ruining these too. The Illusion Charms Haven created for her didn’t stop her from ruining clothes during a shift. All they did was fool people into believing she wasn’t running around naked. She’d fought bare-assed more times than she could count, but luckily, no one else could see that. She needed a cheaper clothing habit, for sure. Maybe take up denim, but denim didn’t become a part of her body as leather did, and it didn’t offer much in the way of protection. But the Order didn’t exactly pay their employees, and Kyana’s stash of old money wouldn’t last forever. Especially now with the human world so out of whack, all of
A Latino boy screamed on the television, his arms outstretched as a soldier lifted him out of his father’s arms and onto the airplane. “They’re not taking any men yet,” Haven continued. “Looks like they might end up with a matriarchal society if we don’t pick up the pace.”
Kyana looked at Haven, who chewed daintily on an olive. “And what would be wrong with that?”
Haven grinned. “I like men, thank you very much. Don’t want to see the entire species wiped off the face of the Earth.”
“Humans have a sinking ship mentality, women and children first,” Kyana said. “They need to save those who matter. Those who can put the world back in order when we complete our task.”
But given that the human government didn’t exactly have a roster of the Chosen to work from, or know anything about them really, Kyana wasn’t sure how they were supposed to do that. And sadly, while bits of the Order were spread out across the world, there weren’t enough of them to work as hard and fast as the mission required.
Haven glanced at the screen. “I don’t know why they’re sending everyone to D.C., though. It’s on the verge of being overrun as it is. Once the Dark Breeds realize they’ve put all their hens in one little henhouse, it’ll be a slaughter.”
Kyana tried to care. Really, she did. But humans, in her experience, weren’t the innocent beings of light that the gods and goddesses seemed to think they were. They were just as murderous, just as power hungry as most Dark Breeds. Yes, she cared about the world in general, but the human race? They were no better than any other breed Kyana had come across in her lifetime.
Still, no race deserved to be wiped out completely. Maybe Leeches, but they were brainless, useless fuckers.
Kyana pulled herself to her feet and made her way back to her room, calling out over her shoulder, “Let’s hope that we can get a couple of our people in D.C. to help sway the human powers-that-be into being more sensible.”
“We already have people there, but even with everything going on, it’s difficult for humans to believe we truly want to help them.”
Which was why so many had died, and were still dying.
“I’m off.” Kyana snapped her satchel closed, slung it over her shoulder, and grabbed her leather jacket from the back of her door. “Be a good friend and shut off that TV so I can come through without my head exploding.”
There was a click and then blessed silence as Kyana shut her door and headed back toward the living room.
“You’re going to wear that?” Haven asked, eyeing Kyana like a mother.
Kyana glanced down at her leather pants and boots. “Yeah?”
Haven knelt and rested her arms on the back of the sofa. “Those pants have been mended more times than I can count. Not sure I can save them if you shift in them again.”
Right. She loved these pants. They’d been tattered so many times by Kyana’s shifting, they’d become remarkably comfy. But Haven was right. They were on their last legs. “Fine. I’ll change.”
With a sigh of regret, she stomped back to her room, threw open her closet, and pulled out a similar pair that still had the price tag attached. She lovingly placed her battered pair on the bed and slipped the new ones on, loathing the thought of ruining these too. The Illusion Charms Haven created for her didn’t stop her from ruining clothes during a shift. All they did was fool people into believing she wasn’t running around naked. She’d fought bare-assed more times than she could count, but luckily, no one else could see that. She needed a cheaper clothing habit, for sure. Maybe take up denim, but denim didn’t become a part of her body as leather did, and it didn’t offer much in the way of protection. But the Order didn’t exactly pay their employees, and Kyana’s stash of old money wouldn’t last forever. Especially now with the human world so out of whack, all of
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