Shifters! Shifters weren’t all that much worse than Vampires except… except they traveled in groups of five to seven called packs. One on one a Vamp and a Shifter were evenly matched. I mean shifters were a little stronger, but they didn’t have that annoying mind control thing going on. Breathe, I told myself. This is what automatic weapons were for, right? I got into the hidden safe that kept all of our illegal weapons and had to admit I felt less scared with an oozy slung around my neck. God, that Dream-walker, Nikissos; he was the one who’d killed my mother. I so wanted to find him. I wanted to repay him for every moment of my childhood when I’d needed a mother and had been stuck with a loving but very male father. The phone rang and I jumped about a foot. Great, just great, 6 a.m. and I was already jumpy. Boy, oh boy, I couldn’t wait until nightfall. It rang again. “Macyn,” I answered. “Hey Macy,”
