The Hunter's Prisoner of Moonlight
Synopsis Winter in the North always carried the scent of rust. It was the smell of snow, pine needles, and—if the wind was right—death. Seraphina Valerius stood in snow up to her knees, her breath clouding into white mist before her. Her grey eyes, trained by her family to be as sharp as a hawk's, scanned the slaughterhouse scene before her with indifference. Five werewolf corpses lay scattered on the snow, dyeing it red. It had been a perfect ambush; the Valerius hunters left no survivors. As the commander of this operation, the silver repeater crossbow in Seraphina's hand still radiated residual heat, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and Vervain—the bane of werewolves.
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Genres Werewolf
Tags Sweet Romance |
