HUNTRESS POV - CHAPTER 49
I don’t hunt for glory.
I hunt because someone has to clean up the mess when monsters forget the rules.
The night air is sharp and metallic, heavy with the stench of old blood and bad magic. The city below glows in fractured neon, blissfully unaware that something feral has been feeding three blocks from a school and two streets from a hospital.
Rogue vampire. Ancient enough to know better. Stupid enough to think no one would come.
I crouch on the edge of a rooftop, coat pulled tight around my frame, wind tugging at dark strands of hair that haven’t been cut properly in months. Below me, my team fans out with practiced precision—silent, disciplined, lethal. Hunters, every one of them. Men and women who’ve lost too much to superstition and lies and decided to
