e knife still clutched tightly in her hand. She could feel its cold weight, a familiar comfort in the face of every

nows. Your i

he life she had known was slipping through her fingers. The Silvermist bloodline. A legacy

trying to keep her grounded. But the pull-the pull of the moon, the wild instincts that now simmered just beneath her ski

rated growl, the blade clattering against the w

of cars and the occasional shout from a passerby breaking the silence. She pulled her hood up, blending into the shadows as she m

her entire life. She knew what she was supposed to do, what her purpose had always been. But now, e

made her s

to the trees, her boots crunching softly against the undergrowth. The darkness here was different-deeper, more alive. The scent of damp earth and pin

e where she could escape the noise of the world and lose herself in the quiet. But tonight, that connectio

e, to exist in the stillness. But even in the quiet, the pull of the moon was there, a constant presence she couldn't s

, the voice in her head

t filtered through the trees. It felt like a taunt, a reminder of the tru

king, Emilia

es. The wind whipped through her hair, the cool air biting at her skin, but she didn't stop. She co

t familiar. She could hear every sound, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs, as though the forest itself were alive

re, lost in the rhythm of her footsteps and the steady thrum of her heart. All that matte

brightly overhead, casting a silver glow over the trees. Emilia stood there, her chest heaving as

hat she reali

rom the change-she w

eant. She had spent so long fighting against what she was becoming, terrified of what it would mean for her. But n

d it wasn't somethin

she was anymore. The hunter, the protector-those titles felt hollow now, overshadowed by something

rs. She wanted to scream, to rage against the world for putting this on

the moon above. She didn't know what was coming, but

ace it head-on. Not as the hunter she