LAYLA DAMON GOES A HUNTING

When Layla’s eyes opened again, she was in unfamiliar territory.

She kicked her shoes against each other, trying to get rid of the grasses that had stuck by the sides and she wondered if that was how the moon goddess’s marble journeys always worked. To her, it had only been a minute or even less, but she knew that if she had taken the normal route, it would have been longer.

She dusted her jeans and started walking towards the huge building that lay ahead of her. She knew very well that it was Ghost Damon’s castle at the center of the pack but she didn’t care much. First things first, she had died already so there was nothing worse than that. Second things second, she didn’t think that Ghost or any of his stupid servants were strong enough to hold her down. She knew that she could defeat them all. What she needed was a good start to the day and there was no better start to a day of spoiling an enemy’s camp than killing the first guard in a matter of seconds.

Layla’s day couldn’t have