Aleister awoke to light piercing through the dark of his lids. On a typical morning the hunter would have risen with the sun, but the night prior had been anything but ordinary.
The bird jolted up and instinctively brought his palm to his side to press against the gushing wound he was sure had merely gone numb. No pain ignited from the area and when he pulled his hand back to inspect the aftermath there was no tellt...
