Luna had never been good at coping with death. After all she had gone through, she knew she should’ve been trained.But she wasn’t. She was regrettably human.

He was an animal. Everyone knows never to corner one that's injured...even if it is just his pride.

Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.

He had never actually said what he hunted, only that he enjoyed it.

He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.

Killing is for those with a sick mind.