NORI'S POV

Hunting isn’t what it used to be. Before, I’d go to a bar, sit by myself, and let whoever thought they had a chance buy me a drink. Sometimes, I’d simply drink them under the table, martinis followed by mai tais, until we were stumbling out of the establishment together. My stumbling was all faked, alcohol has no impact on me, but theirs wasn’t. I’d let them think they were taking me home, feed, and leave them passed out in their own beds. It was a win win. ...