Hunter vs Hunted: Moonlight

natural, and frequent for people like me. When I stepped onto that dais at eighteen, I knew the conse

burning f

ive through. That still might be true. I don’t know if I can live through this. F

r face. My father with this stern, concerned look. Adam, whose features I had memorized as

oat feels like it’s never had a drop of water and my eyes burn. Lifting my head takes all

that comes out of the flames to me. With fur as black as night, and seeming unbothered by the heat, it moved slowly as if it had all the time in the world. Eyes the color of amber seemed to collec

ripping through the pain. “If I die now,

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