The Miracle Luna
Jackieketra journey into fear novel
"This werewolf has terrible taste in furniture. Everything's so... masculine. Not a single pop of colour."
I ignored the comment, backing away slightly. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
He didn’t seem offended. In fact, he walked right over to the bedside table and perched on it like we were old friends catching up. "You can call me Mikah."
"Mikah," I echoed, cautiously.
He nodded, still smiling that irritatingly charming smile. "I’m your guardian."
My brows pulled together. "Guardian?"
Mikah stood slowly, brushing imaginary dust from his white attire. "Yeah, I know. That part usually confuses people. Let me break it down."