~Book 2 from the series's 'Sentinel of light' ~
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A serial killer is spreading fear and terror throughout the city ... or so the police say, but I know they are hiding it, the killer is one of them.
I am a journalist and soon I will unmask the culp...
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While Vor and I stood side by side, some of his brothers watched us with interest, others with boredom or even disgust. But their opinions didn't matter—only Vor and my goal to kill Revon once and for all.
His elder remained silent, observing us. He moved his jaw slightly, clicking his mandibles as if about to speak, but then reconsidered.
"I have a question, if I may, elder," I said in a respectful yet friendly tone, tilting my head forward slightly as a sign of deference.
He didn't respond, so I continued.
"Why didn’t you stand between me and Vor?" My question elicited no visible reaction from him, his gaze unwavering.
"You didn’t imprison your son for this relationship, nor did you try to reason with him to change his mind. You didn’t torture him for joining a human."
"What’s your question, woman?" the elder asked impatiently.
I took a slow breath before speaking. "Have you ever met a woman you felt emotionally attached to?"
Vor’s brothers burst into laughter, some arguing among themselves as if I were insane. But before any of them could voice their disbelief, their leader responded with a loud, confident "YES."
All eyes turned to him in shock—but I already knew the truth.
"The woman I met lived a long time ago," he began. "Back when this continent was neither colonized nor discovered, when humans still slaughtered each other for land, and when indigenous tribes still honored nature and the hunt. They were warriors in life and death alike." His voice carried a tinge of pride and melancholy.
"What happened to her?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"She died, but not at my hands or my clan’s," he said, lowering his gaze to his glass. "I was young and reckless then—brave, yet curious. My clan saw my curiosity as weakness, so they cast me aside. To them, emotions were as dangerous as a blade.
"So I took my ship and roamed the universe, discovering new monsters to hunt, new ways to kill. I became stronger, wiser. When my ship overflowed with trophies, I returned home, my knowledge and spoils proving my worth.
"Many of my brothers, seeing my trophies, sought to challenge fate, to claim even greater prizes. But my king wished to test me first. He told me that one of our clans—one of our best warriors—had traveled to Earth in search of worthy prey. He failed. A human killed him.
"So I set out once more, arriving a year later at the site of his last transmission. But the village marked on the map was gone. In its place, I found foreigners—humans from another nation. None of them possessed the skill or strength to slay one of our kind. I knew this because the moment they saw me, terror seized them. From the first man to the last, they fell—crying, praying for salvation."
