Page 46 of Supernova

I faced him, hot chocolate cupped in my hands to keep me warm. “Your eyes changing colour, is that part of the hunter skills?” I asked cautiously. I had always wondered how it was possible that his eyes did that, wondering if I was just imagining it. But after hearing that we had special powers and skills, it made sense that it could be part of it.

He looked down at me and within seconds the greyish brown had returned. “It is.”

I raised my brow to coax him to continue. The others had walked a bit ahead now so it was just us two, our pace slowing dramatically.

“The Sight is something that only the Gray bloodline has.” As his gravelly voice continued, I observed the park at night, taking in the view of the path and benches lit up by little lamp posts, and the glow of the moon that shone through the trees. In any other circumstance, I’d probably avoid being here in the dark, but with my present company we were as safe as we could be. “It was an extra gift that was given to us, being one of the founding families. It allows me access to wolf vision. It’s weird, I mostly have control over using it but it does sometimes happen without my will. I guess it brings out a slight animalistic side in me. Gives me that natural instinct.”

“Wait, so it basically gives you access to a wolf’s eye?” The extent of these powers was blowing my mind.

“Yes.”

“So you can see in the dark?”

“Yes. I can detect motion, make out darker and light tones, see further … spot prey. Wolf sight lacks in some aspects, so the ability to use both gives me the biggest advantage over our enemies.”

“So there really is no sneaking up on you then,” I laughed. Of course he would have perfect senses.

“Nope.”

“Hmm, I’ll see if I can change that,” I challenged.

“Will you now?” He looked at me jovially, his eyes flashing silver to make a point.

“Yep.”

“Goodluck with that, Supernova.”

“Thank you,” I replied smugly.

He gave me all his attention as he contemplated me, looking me up and down. My wooly jacket hung off my shoulders slightly so it didn’t rub against the newly sensitive area. His eyes lingered on my tattooed shoulder.

“It suits you,” he murmured.

I smiled at him, using the same smug tone as before. “Thank you.”

“Do you know what else would suit you?” From the self-satisfied tone of his voice, I knew he was about to suggest something ridiculous and salacious.

“Enlighten me.”

“A griffin.” And right on cue, his too-pleased smirk crossed his face. That irresistible, gorgeous smirk that was becoming permanently etched in my mind.

I snorted. “You wish.”

“For Griffin to be on Venus? You bet I do.” He knew how to use that seductive tone a little too expertly, and it got me every time. The strength to resist his proposal was getting harder and harder to maintain.

“Wow. You really are something, you know that.” I pushed away from him, walking backwards towards our friends who had now stopped to wait for us.

“Oh I know, Cosmo. I know.” He winked at me.

“Come on hot stuff, let’s get back to the others,” I prompted. His lips twitched and his eyes shone with amusement at the possibility that underlined the term of endearment.

As he caught up to me, arms stuffed into his denim jacket, he grinned. “You really have become one of us.”

A matching grin formed on my face. It was amazing and unbelievable, but I had become one of them—or at least I was well on my way.

CHAPTER 27

Two months into my training, I was apparently ready to go out on my first night shift patrol. To say I was shitting myself was an understatement. I thought they were absolutely bat-shit crazy to let an amateur like myself go on patrol. But hey, I didn’t make the rules. If these morons thought I was ready, I guess I was ready.

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