Hesh had always been a wild child whereas Logan was more quiet and behaved. Logan was born with horns alike his father Elias, but Hesh took after his late mother and had wings.

Wings were things of legend in this world so Hesh had to keep somewhat hidden although he hated that. He was constantly curious and wanted to explore.

Feeding on blood was something Hesh had to keep in check too.

One late night he was up in the sky under the cover of the clouds when he heard the familiar flapping of wings and dipped down to see another male baring wings but with a hunters net covering them.

“Jesus…” Hesh muttered as he dove down to try and help you.