CHAPTER 012
THIRD PERSON'S POV:
Deep in the woods stood a large clearing, one none supernatural or non-supernatural dared to invade. A sense of foreboding shrouded the area like a heavy mist, and at its centre loomed an ominous building. Its jagged spires pierced the sky, cloaked in shadow even under the moonlight. Vines crept along the stone walls of the building, as if trying to strangle it, but the structure remains unyielding and relentless—a testament to its dark purpose camouflaged by a righteous cause.
The Ravenmoor Estate.
A place that resides the best of Hunters, trained in numerous ways and combat, targeted for one species—the werewolves.
A man stood in the centre of the clearing, his white hair, once pulled in a ponytail, fell loose, fluttering in the wind like a wave of
