MOONLIT FATE
ious guy with glowing eyes, calling her the last heir of some ancient werewolf dynasty? And then, he just hands her a box-like i
milia tried to ignore it, but her mind kept wandering back to the stranger. Lycaon. Even his name sounded... mysterious. Dark. Dangerous.
d her. How could a guy have s
hat had no business being there. She was a hunter, for crying out loud. Butterflies had no place in her
er thoughts. Ryker's name flashed on the s
, no-nonsense mentor who would probably tell her that weird glowin
ing to trust him, to believe him. She huffed in frustration, staring at the box like it held all the a
dea, her brain screamed. But then again, when had her life ever bee
o fancy, but something about it felt right, like it was calling to her. There was also a tiny scroll tied with a red
uth. Trust your instincts, Emilia
? A cryptic note and a key? Seriously? Couldn't the univer
What door?" she groaned, feeling like she'd stumbled into a badly
rt raced again, but this time with fear. Who could that be at this hour? Midnight visitors were never good news, especially in
ened the door, half-expecting to see t
ed in relief, but a
asked, raising an eyebrow, his
d, trying to gather her
d, pushing past her and stepping inside. He glanced ar
inside her screamed that Ryker wouldn't understand. He'd tell her to destroy the box, throw the ke
eepsake," she lied, hating
sure? You don't look like yo
ted, crossing her arms defen
is business a long time, kid. You think you can handle it, until you can't. Yo
her. He was like the father she never had. But something about this situation felt differ
ce barely above a whisper. "But I
adable. Finally, he shook his head and turned toward the door
ly. She watched as he walked out, the door clicking softly behin
energy. She didn't know what door it opened, but one thing was fo
lashes of moonlit forests, the sound of howling wolves, and-of course-Lycaon's intense, otherworldly eye
supernatural freak had crossed her path-every time she closed her eyes. Maybe
girl who took down Type-3 vampires without breaking a sweat. She could ha
trapped her gun to her hip. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Anoth
ng the weight of the key in her jacket pocket. It was as if it was callin
ed over her. The city felt different today. Darker. Quieter. Almos
a knew that somethin