Chapter 11

The rumors were the prophecy my father spoke of in his letter. It made sense but still didn’t help me.

“I’m not some great savior,” I told him honestly. “I couldn’t even help myself when I left after my father died.”

He waved his hand in frustration. “You found a position in the military as a civilian which is unheard of. You’ve kept your power a secret and stayed hidden. You saved yourself with no help.”

“I had no choice,” I argued. “If it’s different, kill it. That’s the human anthem and why I’m in this mess. I’m—” I hesitated. “Different.”

He stayed silent until we saw his home in the distance.

“You are not a monster,” he said softly but with resolve.

I hadn’t said monster but he knew I thought it.

My father said he and my mother were powerful but the wielders hadn’t defeated the vampires or weres and they never faced humans. Healing others, making a sword burn, and tingly fingers were one thing, changing the world, quite another.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Mira looked between me a