Asher stared at the TV screen in the employee lounge at council HQ. The news had been going nonstop for almost twenty-four hours, following the occurrence of the rift and newest influx of preternaturals. Several amateur videos had already run that showed an actual habitation of a human by a being from another dimension. No one could see the incorporeal entity, but the shock to the human’s system and the disorientation and confusion were plain to see. The fallout from this latest rift was just as easy to determine—with dozens of local people affected, the human government would move forward with their plan to forcibly implant microchips into preternaturals, their way of “protecting” themselves. Ash gave a snort. Yeah, right. It was the humans’ way of keeping tabs on wild animals and nothing more. Well, he’d be damned before he let someone stick a hunk of metal in his arm or anywhere else for that matter. He was his own master, and he didn’t need to be GPSed like some damn pet.
