Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,1
time that supernaturals took over with a snap of their fingers and proved their superiority by fixing the chaos created by the greedy humans running the place. That simple move on the supernaturals' part left us humans with two choices: submit and work along with the supernaturals or hide and try to find a way to fix the financial crisis.
It ended up being a fifty-fifty split, and my parents decided that finding their way back to independent financial stability was far better than working alongside any paranormal race.
Which meant bye-bye, baby Cassandra.
The only problem with that plan was that I, their not-so-beloved child, was human, just like them.
Where did that leave me? Luckily, not on the harsh streets of NYC, because Everett A. Johnson with his big heart of gold took me in.
Anyone could have done it for the bonus government paychecks, but as I grew older, I came to realize that he was genuinely a loving man who took in shifters from struggling families or abandoned corners of the dangerous streets.
Everett was a supernatural, just like the majority of the children he took in. As a bear shifter, he was inherently nurturing. He always said that he got the most hate when he took me in but paid no mind to the background talk. It was all rubbish to him when it came to helping someone in need.
An outlook that could have potentially gotten him killed, but his ongoing generosity over the last few decades had earned him immunity and enough money to hire protection.
Being in his care brought me into the circle of four supernatural powerhouses, and together, we were raised under one roof. How did the little human me survive a home with four bratty boys?
Tantrums, chocolate, and using the puppy eyes technique as a final resort. Let's be real. No boy nor man can stand it when a woman cries.
However, with my anger issues, all bets were off if I reached a certain point of blinding rage.
I had an actual diagnosis for it: Blind-sighted Tantrum Syndrome. BTS for short, and I was not referring to the greatest KPOP band in history. It might have been the reason my four supernatural bros were actually frightened of me when I got mad.
Doesn't stop them from picking on me half the time.
"I think her butt actually got firmer, though," Dominick said. "If you look very closely, you can see a one percent difference."
"I feel as though you keep forgetting I'm a shapeshifter, Dominick, and not a fae with supernatural eyesight." Tristan put his hands behind his head and kicked his legs up and down. "Can we go yet?"
"No," I announced. "I still have three more sets to try on.”
"Ugh," the two of them said together. "Where are Otis and Adonis?"
"Oh no, no, no." I twirled right around on one foot and widened my stance to give them a vile glare. "Don't you dare summon Mr. Apocalypse and his smooth-talking brother."
"What's taking so damn long? At this rate, the moon will come out and it'll be time for my night shift."
The three of us glanced to our left to see two identical pairs of plum eyes staring back at us.
"I might as well summon the moon now so it can rise and make me into a glittering ornament."
"That's what humans call a disco ball, Otis, and that whole vampire glitter stuff was a myth with the sun. Not the moon. Well...except for that Edward guy. He actually glitters during the full moon. I can't believe humans got that all mixed up. He's a celebrity in the vampire world. Otis still has his autograph on his wal—"
"Not the point, Adonis," Otis snarled and looked my way. "Why is Cass naked?"
"When is Cass not naked?" Adonis smiled seductively at me. "She might as well give up on buying lingerie. She always finds a way to rip them to shreds."
"I am not naked!" I fought back as I pointed at them. "Let me correct your statement, Adonis. Why is it that my lingerie gets ripped to shreds? Oh, I don't know. Maybe because someone's long nails destroy them, which always leaves me naked with no lingerie!"
Adonis lifted his hands to stare at the source of my lingerie crisis.
"Hmm. My nails are kinda sharp. I really got to get them done. What color should I go with, guys?"
Tristan shook his head. "You've asked us the same question for seven years and you've yet to venture out of the purple and black department."