Standing there facing the hunters, an eerie feeling washed over me as I took in their presence. The leader, dressed in a sharp suit, stood rigidly, fidgeting slightly when I emerged from the trees instead of Axel. At least, that’s how it seemed to me at first.
"Luna Madison. This is quite the surprise," he said.
"Do I know you?" I shot back, positioning myself firmly in the middle of the road, determined to mask any signs of nerves or vulnerability.
"Not really. We haven’t been properly introduced. I'm Colonial Stevenson," he replied. I studied him for a moment, noting the discomfort on the faces of those behind me.
"That can’t be just a coincidence," I replied coolly. I had no clue who this man was; I’d never laid eyes on him before. Yet, we shared the same last name—his name with the
