My blood thickened in my veins when I saw the shadow lurking at the edge of the green space. It kept pace with us for several streets, hanging approximately a block back. It’s not getting closer, so it’s definitely me it was after, not supernaturals in general. But why? While some supernaturals considered picking on me cathartic, there wasn’t really a point to messing with me besides sheer malice or making a show of power. I couldn’t do anything for anybody, and no supernaturals cared about what happened to me.
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