TRISTAN
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I stared down at the reports on my desk. The words blurred together the longer I stared at them, but the neatly typed lines offered no new answers, no hidden clues. My warriors had combed through every inch of the territory, we had been patrolling almost every night, yet there was no sign of the Night Ripper anywhere.
A faceless, misty creature that only came out at night…
I would have taken it as nothing more than stories told to scare children if I hadn't seen the victims for myself, if my pack was not currently living in fear because of this thing.
It left nothing behind. No tracks. No scent. No signs of struggle beyond the brutal aftermath. The only thing it left us were the bodies of the victims. Torn apart, mutilated, their hearts carved
