BLOOD OF THE MOON

s scanning the clearing ahead. Every breath was measured, every muscle in her body coiled, ready to spring into action. She had been

re clo

ot tonight. The scent of blood clung to the air, familiar yet laced with the metallic tang

igures emerged from the treeline, their hulking forms shifting as the moonlight caught

ring. She could feel the beast clawing at the edges of he

nt, but they were too slow. Too sloppy. With a swift moveme

lled out, her voice calm, thoug

nd undoubtedly more experienced in battle. But Lyra wasn't afraid. She had something they

growled, stepping forward. His eyes glowed with a sickly

owly reaching for the dagger at her side. Her heart pounded, b

ory? This land belongs to no one, especially not some lo

ld, dangerous sm

arely had time to react before she was upon him, her blade slicing through the air with lethal preci

in their eyes. They hadn't expected her to figh

ing in the moonlight. The wolf inside her surged to

er voice thick with the beast'

he beast within her took form. In an instant, she was no longer the lone gir

ies twisting into their wolf forms. But

The rogues fought back, but they were no match for her fury. Blood spattered the ground

er fur slick with blood. The rogues lay broken at her feet, their bod

biting at her skin. Her heart still raced, but she

as something familiar about him, something that gnawed at the edges of her memory. She searched his pock

r. This was jus

ain, but she knew the peace wouldn't last. The real hunt was still ahea

Lyra turned and disappeared into the night,

to avenge. And not