BLUE MOON
The final hunter cursed, his eyes wide as eggs, inching back slowly.
“You shouldn’t have come here” I tell him softly as tears of blood begins to run down his cheeks, but stops shut when I look in his direction. His hands flying to his head, a retched sound coming from his throat, blood oozing down his neck from his ears. His eyes rolls into the back of his head and falls to his knees, I close the distance to him, falling to my knee I drag my claws around his throat. Then I do the same for his partners, not wanting to risk it.