“They will appear as any other human.” Elaine stood to leave. “Perhaps a little taller, a little bolder than most.
You will know them by the glyphs on their skin. Tattoos of vines and leaves that encircle their limbs and glow when they are near anyone with tainted blood, as they call it. Werewolves aren’t the only predators to hunt mankind. Bunyip, vampires, chupacabra, and sirens either lack the self-control to keep from killing, or they disdain the importance of any life not their own.
However, we are not animals, and our treaty with the Amazons ensures that they leave us alone.”
“Why would they want us dead?” Stephanie asked.
Silverbane sighed. “They know we are descended from Lukar. His blood contaminates our lines, and it is our greatest strength and weakness. From him, the infection spread through bite and birth. The Amazons believe we are forever cursed by our heritage.”
“Then we are damned?” Erin gasped.