Zac's POV
I remembered the feeling I had gotten when I came down from the private jet, bodyguards marching down with me but also walking as far away from me as possible so that they don't trigger my annoyance at having to be followed everywhere like a f*****g invalid.
I could see my mother waving at me from where she was standing, also heavily body guarded.
In her little black dress, stiletto and makeup, her smile so sweet and innocent, she fitted right in with the humans. You would not believe that she was a dangerous mafia heiress, capable of using all the types of guns and weapons that have been created by the humans. Or that she could turn into a gigantic wolf and chomp all of us whole but, I'm probably digressing from the point that I was trying to make.
I was back home in Shado
