The shifter took his baby. He didn't really care about it, but he had to gather his army together. Eve was calling to him. For centuries he had been creating little shifters, but he had never seen them again. Now, he was expected to collect his children. Be a father to them. He figured it wasn't a big deal. After all, his children could shift into full-fledged adults when they were two years old. He hoped that would be soon enough. He wanted to eradicate the world of humans. He looked back at the two lying on the floor. He should start with those two, but he was tired from those tranquilizers. They could live for now.