Isaiah
"What are we going to do with It?" one of the hunters with me asked.
"Is a She, not an It. And we have to bring her to Killian, but until then we should keep her alive" I replied. She was on the ground, lying still, unconscious from the tranquilizer. The campfire was lighting up her face, and I could not help but admire her beauty. She looked like an angel.
I stood up and walked over to where she was. I leaned and touched her face. I felt her softness in my hand and my body reacted to her instantly. The sparks came back to my body and I had to find out why I was feeling that way. She groaned and almost woke up, so I quickly pulled away.
How can something so beautiful could be considered dangerous? I have dealt with these beasts all my life, but th
