Sinclair's pov
As the sun reached its zenith in the sky, I cracked my phalanges and shit my eyes to take in some of that early morning breeze. It's been ages since I last hunted any humans, and now my own father brought them to me on a platter of gold and crystals.
The door to where I was confined creaked open and three of my abductors breezed in, glaring at me with their teeth bare and all manner of excitement written all over their faces.
"You must be hungry," one of them blurted and tossed half a loaf of bread towards me. I didn't take my eyes off him for even a split second because he was right about me being hungry but not hungry for bread.
"Anyways, today is the day your father gave us what was promised. We get to become one of your kind, and who knows, you might one day need our assistance, and my boys and I would be happy to help you.." he rambled, and I almost burst out laughing.