The shelter's problems

Fanel's eyes were wide. Has she seen him de-transform? Everything indicated that this was the case. Cierra had a look on her face that told him she had seen him. What could he say to her now? Should he pretend? She knows he's a hunter, but his gear has changed drastically from the old one. Moreover, it is obvious given his mission that people will talk about him one day, and Cierra will discover the pot of roses.

He cleared his throat to speak, but Cierra was faster.

"Damn, what are you doing standing there? It's dangerous; you could fall anytime."

She ran to take his hand as Fanel finally noticed his position. He was standing on the railing of the roof of the building, his feet almost hanging in the air as the wind from the streets below shook his body.

He sighed at the half-worried, half-angry look of his childhood friend before sighing reassuringly. She wasn't referring to his transformation.

He jumped at the impulse of the young woman and placed himself in front of her. The latter