Something was different.
He could feel it with every cell in his body and with every instinct that made him the most perfect of predators. Read it in every breath she took, in every relaxed line of her body.
What strange creatures human women were.
Or maybe not so much. He shook his head. After all, and despite what humanity liked to believe, they were as predatory as the rest of the races on earth. A worse type of predator than true natives would ever be, the type that thinks only of rampaging and very little of preserving.
Or was this not how theirs home world died? They had demanded so much of theirs own land that they managed to push it to the limit. However, this was past history and with the exception of the Witches, it was a lost knowledge to the rest of humanity.
It was better for everyone that it continues like this.