Roxy steps out of the underbrush, her dark eyes burning as if she was the real supernatural creature here. Like a dark siren, she swoops in from the forest, her black wavy hair is flinging out around her, windswept.

Her black lace-up leather boots stomp into the clearing with authority. She scans all five of us, her lips downturned into a serious, grim frown. I’m taken aback at how confident Roxy interrupts a feud between Shifters and Lycans.

But then my human ...