Aiden flew into his house, through one of the many windows, as an owl. He had just finished feeding from the fourth person in a row.

The time was 5:30am.

Grunting, he shifted to his masculine self before trudging into his room. He needed to sleep in the way of his people, not on some kind of fluffy bed.

Getting to his room, he located the tiger foot mat placed at the middle of the room, and bent as he got to it.

He removed the cotton material, to reveal a locked ...