My Contract with the Alpha

Freya Alexander had always loved the stillness of dawn. It was the only time the city of Moonhaven felt like it belonged to her, the streets empty and the air crisp with the scent of dew. She inhaled deeply, letting the cool morning air fill her lungs as she adjusted the strap of her camera bag on her shoulder. The city’s high-rise buildings loomed above her, their glass facades catching the first rays of sunlight, turning them into towering pillars of fire. But Freya wasn’t here for the cityscape.