Eighteen: Hunters.

KAYLA.

Immediately Rafael entered the car, we pulled away from the sidewalk.

I bade goodbye to the Black Mountain castle with my eyes as if we weren’t to return back at dusk. To be honest, I was just relieved that I was going back home even if it was for short time.

Blood Moon treated me horribly I know, but it was also where I spent the majority of my life. It was more than the people that made it home to me, it was the large garden at the back of my house where I would sit when I was ten, with my pen and journal in my hands.

There would be colorful butterflies dancing in the flowery-scented air that would fill my nose. I would hide there every evening while everyone else was inside. No one cared to look for me so far all the work had been done and sitting in that garden as the sun set was my quiet time. It was where I learned about everything I knew today.

About the humans, the lycans, emotions and even the languages.

I wasn’t privileged to go to school, so the most of my knowled