Chapter 26

The dark lord stared at the male across from him. It wasn't the clothes that caught his attention - the slacks and plaid shirt out of place amongst the suits and ties - but rather what couldn't be seen. It didn't take a keen nose, or a taste of blood, to realize this man wasn't human.

Not entirely, at any rate.

While he did appear humanish at the moment, the one who called himself Logan was also part animal. A remnant of a past when the lines between the species were sometimes blurred.

The so-called old gods used to enjoy seeding bastards, stealing into bedrooms and deflowering the virgins on their wedding nights. Demanding worship and tithes.

Greed was their downfall. The bastards they'd sown, and the humans who multiplied, eventually took them down.