You Will

“Don’t touch him!” she growled.

Behind her, she could sense Rastaban stirring. She didn’t care what he had to say - he’d made enough of a mess as it is.

The woman screamed, and the hunters whipped around, leveled their spears at her.

“She was dead!” one of the said. “We killed her!”

“She’s another demon - burn her too!”

Kana sketched runes in the air with easy hands, clawed open her own palms to use her blood to stain them. “You will not touch me,” she said. “You will give me the boy, and I will give him a proper burial.”