MY JAW CRACKED from a yawn as I glanced at the clock on the dash. It was almost ten, and I’d spend the last six hours staking out a bodega that was having trouble with a troll thug. This would be the one night he’d decided to go somewhere else for a change, and I was headed home empty-handed.
I stopped at a traffic light, barely taking notice of the people in the crosswalk as I made a mental list of what I had to do tomorrow. My days were so full now the only way I could get everything done was to plan ahead. Even then, I was usually busy late into the night.
The last two weeks had been a blur of hunting and training, with weekly visits to my parents to break up the long hours. Some of the other hunters, including Bruce and Trey, had abandoned the ke’tain search and had gone back to taki
