The Hunter's Lunar Ties

Chapter 4

After a quick shower, change of clothes, and a message to work that she'd be busy and she'd

work by noon, Faye went right to the cemetery where her mother was buried. She’d bought a

bouquet of flowers on her way, her favorite- tulips and lilies. As she approached the grave, she

saw a familiar figure sitting on the ground, her back against the headstone.

She stopped in her steps to look over her expression and sighed softly. The little relief she'd

felt from last night was all gone now. Sadness really wasn't something she liked.

Lyra looked up, a small smile on her face as she saw Faye. "Hey, little sis," she said, her voice

soft. "You're late.”

Faye smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. She sat down beside Lyra, and

they sat in silence for a moment, surrounded by the quiet of the cemetery. Faye placed the

flowers on their mother's grave, her eyes welling up with tears.

She didn't expect her sister to speak yet though.

“You look like you got f****d last night.”

Faye gasped, then she laughed. Hard. "What the f**k?”

"I was thinking the same thing too,” her sister said.

Faye tried to control her laughter and shook her head. "You know we're by Mom's grave,

right? What would she say to that?

Lyra smiled. “‘Lyra, no curse words! What do you even know about f*****g? Oh my gosh, I

can't believe you're older than Faye and less mature!?’” her sister mimicked their mother's

voice.

They both laughed.

"Yeah, I did get f****d,” Faye responded. "But I'm not giving you anything else.”

“Don't worry, I'm not going to force you," Lyra said softly. “I'm actually happy you're getting

some. I don't like you being stressed or unhappy."

Faye let out a breath, looking up in the sky. “You think I'm always stressed and unhappy?"

From the corner of her eyes, she saw her sister nod. “Yeah. It makes me a bit uneasy. I'd

honestly prefer you with a boyfriend that cherishes you, but it's better than nothing." She

continued. “Really, I'm the older one, you shouldn't be more stressed than me. There's a reason

I fought Dad to let you have your own place, you know."

Faye smiled, feeling a pang of sadness. A lot of the things that made her life easier were

gotten because of her sister's sacrifices and efforts.

“I can't help it," she whispered. “I want to make things easier for you too."

Lyra smiled, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Just you being alive makes things easier

for me. And to make it even more easier, you being happy makes it even more easier."

As they sat there, Faye felt a sense of peace wash over her. This was what she needed- a

chance to connect with her sister, to remember their mother.

Thane woke up feeling refreshed. Then he realized Faye was gone. He felt an ache in his chest

at her disappearance, and even got a little annoyed when he saw the wands of cash on the

floor. It almost felt insulting, but he knew she probably didn't think of it like that.

He sighed as he left the building after paying. He wondered if he'd see her again.

Axel was waiting for him outside, a curious look on his face.

“So…”

"Faye,” he spoke, unwilling to say anymore.

"Oh.” Axel had a shocked expression on his face as he drove them home. "I didn't expect

that.”

"Really?” Thane leaned back, his mind going back to that night. "You were the one who

encouraged me.”

Axel laughed. "True, true. I won't ask anything more since you seem to be in a good mood.”

Just as they arrived home, a messenger arrived at the door, holding out a package. "This just

came for you, Thane," he said.

Thane carefully took the package. It was a small box, wrapped in plain brown paper. He

opened it, his heart sinking as he saw the black moon-shaped symbol inside.

There was no one else who had such a sign.

Quentin was making his move. Thane's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. This

wasn't good. Not good at all.

Faye was probably going to hate herself by going to another party tonight. But she was

struggling with something.

It was all because of that damn Thane. She wondered what sort of spell he placed on her that

made her think of him so much.

Camilla invited her to a party to celebrate her coming back home. Faye was never one to

refuse a party with free drinks and possibly a hot guy to spend the night with. Though the latter

wasn't something she was excited about.

Faye stepped into the mansion, the bright lights and loud music enveloping her like a warm

hug. She scanned the room, her eyes locking onto Camilla's beaming face across the room.

Faye smiled, making her way through the crowd of people, congratulating Camilla. She handed

over a gift box, which Camilla eagerly opened, squealing with delight.

It wasn't anything much because it certainly wasn't as expensive as Camilla's earrings, but

Faye was glad Camilla was so appreciative.

As Faye reached for a drink from the bar, Camilla stopped her, handing her a different glass.

"Hey, don't drink that," she said, her voice low. "Trust me, you won't be able to handle it."

Faye raised an eyebrow, suspicious, but Camilla just winked and nudged her towards the dance floor.

“Let's dance then I'll introduce you."

Faye smiled and agreed.

But as she was led onto the dancefloor, she noticed a few things. The dress code was red and

she had no problem with that. But with every guest that walked in dressed in red, she wondered

why they all looked like they were in some sort of cult.

Another weird thing was just how pale everyone appeared. Then there were the stares

everyone gave her.

That made shivers run down her spine.