Moira
More and more these days, I found myself yanked violently from sleep, reality disrupting my brutal, blood soaked dreams.
‘It is time,’ the voice said. And so I rose from my bed without question or complaint.
I moved from my bed and sat in front of my vanity once more, the unnatural reflection once again staring back at me. Before long, the reflection became blurry, gradually shifting to show a handsome face surrounded by trees in a distant forest.
“You called?” the Hunter said, his sardonic voice filling my room.
“I did. Astor has been sent into the wood, you will need to leave and find her. Now.”
“Naturally,” he said, rolling his eyes. The longer we worked together, the more comfortable he became showing his disrespect.
‘That will need to be remedied,’ the voice said. I could
