MOONLIT FATE

breeze whipped through her hair, but she barely noticed, her focus locked on the shadows shifting between the rooftops. Her rifle re

ker's gruff voice coming through.

. A figure emerged, gliding through the darkness with unnatura

ispered, finger tight

d, his voice steady, "that's

riefly, and Emilia fired. The shot rang out in the night air, followed by a faint thud. T

ith a hint of approval. "Y

nd descended from the rooftop with ease, her boots crunching softly on the gravel. Inside th

," he said, offering a grin

pression neutral. She didn't like showing too much emotion a

s phone buzzed in her pocket. She fr

ce said, "you are the last living

topped. "Wh

er sharp tone. "Meet me at the ol

ne wen

vermist bloodline? She had never heard of it. And why

gh her thoughts. He was watching her close

ia said, trying to brush

rp. "Be careful. Weird calls don't come

ase. The name "Silvermist" echoed in her thoughts, unsettling h

aring for the night's missions didn't distract Emilia. She sat at her desk, her

their records. No hunter families, no not

otage from their latest mission. "Have yo

es shifting to hers

said, trying to sound nonchala

aid quietly. "Ancient, ev

an?" Emilia's c

was werewolf royalty. One of the oldest and most powerful families in the supernat

a's voice wavered,

one, have you?" he a

witches, demons-yes. But werew

r whole life to be a hunter, but nothing had prepared her for the possib

l beams like a warning. Her senses were heightened, every shadow, every whisper in the wind p

same gravelly tone from the phone call. He was tal

milia demanded,

Lycaon. And you, Emilia, are the la

t. "What are you talking about? I'

re than a hunter, Emilia. You are the key to an ancient legacy, a power th

, backing away. "I

coat and pulled out a small, intricately carved box. "This contains

ot him, to walk away, to forget this conversation ever happened. But somet

s feeling. "Your world is about to chang

shadows, disappearing as quickly as he had come. Emili

t. As she made her way back through the empty streets, her thoughts were a ta

as if it might reveal its secrets on its own. But it stayed silent, th

aon and the Silvermist bloodline. Hours passed, and her frustration grew. Nothing.

ain. It was Ryker.

box, and her mind raced. What