Moonblood
Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it…
“White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.”
It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it.
“The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.”
And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind.
When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.
Bab Populer