Alex grinned to himself. He knew there were other bird-shifters—somewhere—but so far, he had yet to meet any aside from his own family. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to. It was cool to be unique. His Highland Scots grandfather had told him the family carried blood of elder races, both the Sidhe and the Tuatha de Dannan. The old man thought the ancient blood was where the gift came from, a gift that had come down through many generations. At the time Alex had laughed, putting little credence or importance in the legends. Not until maturity had he learned to control his shifting and harness the enhanced sensory powers that came with it. Now both were second nature to him.