“What?” Aziza’s mind turned bleak. Those voices in her head could definitely not be what she thought. Werewolves couldn’t talk to their wolves like this, demons couldn’t speak to their demons too and have them speak back. It was never done, never heard of and it was simply impossible. She had been in the supernatural realm for a time in her life, she knew things, certain things and this was never heard of.
“We are your supernatural being,” Nisha squeaked in her head. Her voice was so loudly, it made Aziza yelp as a migraine shot through her head.
“Ouch…” Nisha giggled.
“Sorry about that,” she added, feeling the pain she had inflicted on her sire. Aziza frowned, feeling the headache go worse with her confusion.
“You shouldn’t doubt us,” Nyx drew.
“How about you sit down, so Nisha would
