Harsh Line

<p><strong>My very existence is under attack. I’ve kept a low profile told myself the craziness sweeping the world would pass me by. Yeah it was wishful thinking actually an outright lie but it’s kept me sane.</strong></p><p>I’ve been hiding out forever in one guise or another. Currently I run a nightclub. <em>Ascent</em> is an “ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies” haven. For everybody. I’m a Vampire. Far be it from me to judge.</p><p>My closest ally is a shapeshifting dire wolf. I adopted him when he was a scrawny puppy but I’m getting ahead of my tale.</p><p>The fragile détente between supernaturals and humans has crashed and burned. I can’t avoid the truth any longer. Lucky for me mortals don’t know exactly what I am. When I moved to Seattle some vampiric sixth sense urged me to play my cards close to my vest but I’m done burying my secrets.</p><p>And my power.</p><p>It’s past time for supernaturals to get over their stupid infighting. Meh. So what if Witches hate Druids? Or Fae never deal with Sorcerers? We have to pull together or we’ll have no chance at all.</p><p>Not that it’s likely but if any mortals see the light and sign up for our side we’d damn well better welcome them.</p><p>I’m Ariana Hawke. No more skulking in the shadows for me.</p>