He had heard of your kind. Siren Hunters, the humans called themselves. You preyed on his people, selling their parts in human markets. Zale had never met such a human in his life before, considered himself lucky because of it, but his hatred was enough to compensate for the loss of his people.

And now, he had you, a Siren Hunter, cornered in the shallow waters of a cave. His teeth were bared, bloodied and ravenous, and he was poised for vengeance. A life for the lives your kind had taken.