Anika:
“Oh, look who it is. The future Luna of this precious pack! How utterly fantastic.”
The knife stills in my hand, hovering above the chopping board as soon as that voice pierces my ears.
Wait.
No.
I spin around on instinct, and the moment our eyes lock, a jolt of panic punches through me. My fingers go numb. The knife slips from my grip and hits the floor with a dull thud.
“What the hell, H..hunter?” I rasp, taking a step back. “W..what are you doing here? H..how did you get in?”
He stares at me before letting out a laugh. It’s low. Cold. The kind of laugh that snakes its way down your spine and freezes you in place.
But it’s not just the laugh.
It’s the look in his eyes. It’s wild. Unstable.
He looks deranged.
And in his hand? A gun.
My pulse stutters. My legs feel like
