Leto growled impatiently. “Shy!” Conn growled, “You don’t remember her? She’s your angel!” Leto slammed his hands down on the table and stood, slamming his chair back against the wall as his dark eyes locked on the large commando in front of him. “For the last time. I do not have an angel!” He wrapped a large hand around the halo at his own throat for emphasis. A Skin Walker’s halo was generated over time much like the antlers of a deer. Only the Walker could remove his halo and it was only taken off to gift to his angle, his mate. A Walker’s angel experienced a transformation with the acceptance of the halo. Like their Walker mate, angels would become immune to illness and would be able to communicate with their Walker mate through the mystic, the mist for short. It was a telepathic means of communication. Conn leaned forward going nearly nose to nose with the Walker who was mere fractions of an inch taller. “Conn!”
